I apologize for my infrequency; school and life has gotten super hectic and I will admit, I've had difficulty attaching to Silas like I hoped. I think I will be taking a step back myself.
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"S-so cold..." Silas mutters after the shadow strikes again. He falls to the ground in a slump, too exhausted to lift his arms as the light from his amulet dims and dies.
His light, while powerful, does not full destroy the shadowy aberrations around them. They shift soundlessly after them all, hunting each of them. When one engages with the cleric, its claws rake through his armor and he can feel his very life force be drained away. Gasping and turning three shades pale, Silas stumbles back away. "B-by His light! I banish thee!" The cleric commands, his holy symbol flashing before manifesting a holy flame at the shadow.
Silas steps forward into the room, his holy symbol shining light into the room. The living shadows twist from the walls and a sense of revulsion comes through Silas.
Silas couldn't remember the specific details but he was fairly sure that these moving shadows were undead of some kind. He took a moment to ready himself, his eyes looking for the enemy to close in on him and his allies.
As the shadows converge upon the group, Silas lifts his holy symbol to the sky. The light it emits seems to collapse in on itself, tightening within as Silas lifts his voice. "In the name of The Morninglord, I banish you darkness! Witness His Light!" Like a star, the holy symbol explodes into brilliancy. The light passes over his comrades harmlessly, feeling like the warmth of the dawn after a cold, wintry night. To the cold, hateful shadows, it bears Lathander's burning wrath and radiant judgement.
"We should be cautious if we are continuing forward. These places haven't been touched in some time." Silas says, readying his shield as he creates a bright light from his amulet. Slowly, the cleric would step into the room full of bones. He looked to see if there was anything lurking amidst the discarded dead...or any that should rise at his disturbance.
"It appears that the woman has been vandalized already. Do any of you see anything that could be of use to use?" Silas asks quietly. The cleric didn't approve of graverobbing but to defeat an unknown evil, anything was an advantage. Looking towards the gold door, he would approach and put his ear close to see if he heard anything coming through on the other side.
"Sounds clear to me." He says with a shrug, even putting his back to it to look around the room.
"Tek! Behind me!" Silas shouts, stepping in front of the skilled gnome and brandishing his holy amulet. Focusing for a moment, his faith kindles like a flame deep inside of himself. He whispers a prayer of purity before clasping his hands together and pulling them apart. Within them was almost a miniature sun, one that he blew into for devastating effect as a cone of flames encompassed the rat mount and the swarms erupting from it.
Silas takes his time, unstrapping the armor carefully from the body. He gives it as much reverence as he can as he takes it off of the warrior, one beloved enough to receive its own sarcophagus. With the armor off, he takes a bit of water to wash away the remains that linger and the dust that had accumulated. He acts as a second, strapping the plate armor to her mighty form before he gave an approving nod. It looked proper on the warrior, bringing a small smile to Silas's face. "There. If they are a proper defender of this temple, they will understand you using their armor." He offers, cinches the gauntlet to her form. "You look ready for battle. I'm excited to see you in action."
Silas looks over the body as Utsuri does his very best to remove the shining blade from their grip. He eyes the finely made armor and looks back at Myev for a moment to study their various difference in height and build. "While it may be a bit...uncomfortable...I think this armor could potentially fit your form, Myev. I would need to help you adjust it, of course, but it would provide you ample protection." His eyes return to the body as he places a hand tentatively upon its brow. "I am not of your faith but...I wish to give you prayer for continued rest." The cleric closes his eyes and gives a quiet prayer, espousing death to be like the setting sun; only a temporary darkness.
"While I am in agreement at usually leaving the dead unbothered...we are preparing to battle a terrible fiend. Anything of just monetary value, we leave. Anything that could be used in the fight to come, we should use." Silas meekly offers, in conflict about what was pragmatic and what was sacred. He would approach the sarcophagus, a hand brushing it off for a moment before he would try to open it.
Silas rushes up beside the fallen monk, looking over the wound upon the monk's head. Reaching down, he places his hand gently upon his head and prays. "Lathander, guiding light. Bring this shining one back upon the right path." The wounds upon his form would heal, albeit not enough to bring him back to consciousness.
"He should recover, though it will take time for him to become conscious. He should rest longer as well."
Once more Silas prays to Lathander for his protection, his faith manifesting as a burning flame to singe the flesh of the remaining ape.
Silas moved into the room, standing in the middle of it with his holy symbol in hand. Raising it into the air, he calls upon the power of Lathander to smite his enemies. In the space where the white ape opposing Myev stood, a brilliant flame would coalesce.
"I am sorry for the loss of your comrades. While the sun shines brightest, the shadows are at their darkest." Silas said quietly before giving a prayer for those lost against the forces of darkness. Straightening up, he gave a breath and nodded. "We have your back, friend, no matter what." The door opened and within laid the growling, silvery apes. They beat their chest and Silas would raise his shield as he wrapped his holy symbol in his hand. "I am ready when you are."
I am sorry folks, my time and energy has been all kinds of messed up as of late. I've been enjoying the campaign, I just need to get things sorted and back into it.
Silas has remained quiet, learning from Tek's example. The gnome had shown fear and trepidation when he first arrived in this dusty place but down below the dunes, his true colors were beginning to show. There was a leader there and the cleric was more than happy to support him. A gentle hand would rest on his shoulder where the red-headed half-elf would give a nod. "You are shining brightly, friend." He says softly, nodding in agreement with the powerful half-orc. "We shall carry that light below and lead the charge. We will be the morning light over the horizon and we shall illuminate the way to victory."
"Tek is right. We shall act as arbiters and shine a light where darkness has held reign for so long. With all three sides illuminated and brought together, perhaps we can then lead them in the fight against this alien and evil foe?" Silas offers, settling down in a nearby seat. An soft groan of appreciation leaves the man, his body aching quietly from the constant weight of the chainmail upon him.
"We should inform the Magi of the door and see their response. Very little in here could be considered abandon, after all. This temple city is their home, after all." Silas says, backing up with the others and eager to bring the disparate parts of the Cynidiceans back together again.
"Greetings, brave warriors of Cynidicea!" Silas says from beside Myev, his optimistic grin spreading across his face. "I am Silas Asgaven, humble cleric of Lathander. Like my compatriot said, we stumbled across this place after a terrible storm. We do not mean you harm for we have heard you and others are fighting against a fiendish intruder called Zargon. We seek to aid you."
It is the weekend and I am free of anniversaries, migraines, and long work trips! Trying to catch up now!
"You did exceptional Tek, absolutely brilliant. I am sorry it didn't work out." Silas says as Utsuri moves around to check the dead man. The priest joins him, kneeling beside him and whispering a prayer for the man's spirit to carry on. With the monk muttering about looking for something, he tilts his head. "What do you seek, my shining friend?"
Hey there folks! I started up a new job today; much better pay and much better benefits. Only issue is training is on-site which means that I have to wake up earlier and will get home much later. With that in mind, I will be slow and may need to be botted. Just a heads up, I'll try to keep up as best as I can. Training is 2-3 weeks then I'll be home. This is a copypasta so if you see this a bunch, just congratulate me more. Thank you :P
"I think I see legs behind the al-" Silas did not have a chance to finish his words as the lizard launched itself at Tek and Myev moved to crush it underneath her maul.
Again, the priest quietly prays for the success of the rogue. As he does so, he looks to see if there is anywhere else to go past this room; doors or any other chambers.
Silas stops in time with Tekumbray, his eyes travelling to the gnome as he begins to try and calm down the beast before him. It was a risky move but it could stop them from having more bloodshed of any of the sacred animals here below the sands. As the rogue tosses another bit of jerky towards the creature, he hears the quiet sounds of prayer from behind him. "Lathander. Let your radiance shine through him." Silas finishes, placing his hand on the gnome's back. For a moment, there was a surge of confidence in Tekumbray as the god's warmth passed through him.
"Let us continue onwards, clear the way ahead for ourselves." Silas says, readying himself for another confrontation beyond the bronze door.
"Well done, everyone." Silas said, moving over to check Myev's wound and finding it healed by the miraculous monk's touch. The cleric's attention turns towards the jewels and money upon the ground. He crouches down with a comfortable ease despite the chainmail weighing heavily on him. "I could help so many with this coinage. The temple would thrive for years, I'm sure."
"C'mon, we can do better than that." Silas quietly scolded himself as he channeled the divine might of Lathander again, aiming for the snake that had bitten Myev.
"Undead abominations..." Silas hisses, actual anger in his voice as he calls upon the light of Lathander once more. Celestial fire begins to coalesce around the snake closest to the left wall, hoping to burn it back to death.
"What a curious way to design things." Silas says as he walks in, looking over the room. He avoids the hissing, angry basket and follows the gnome around helping him look for anything else. "It is interesting. Why leave it there? Did they have to get fresh ones? Are they pets as well? Very interesting..." The half-elf muses to himself.
"It must be memorization then. That or these are newly made changes against Zargon and his followers." Silas notes, staring down the empty room that the secret door leads through.
"It could be for opening the doorway in the wall." Silas says with a hopeful tone, stopping where he is and slowly backing out in case there are other plates he missed.
"No...wait...you see where that smoke went? Most went to the ceiling but some of it went through a seam in the wall. Maybe there is a passage there." Tentatively, Silas makes his way into the room to avoid any leftover embers and mold alike. He had to the wall and inspects it further; to see if there is damage that let the smoke escape or if there was something more than that.
"Well, that room has been cleansed thoroughly." Silas remarks after Meebo's delightful exercise in proper pyrotechnics. Looking to the others, he motions his head back down the hallway. "Shall we take another path then?"
Silas has no frame of reference. Raised in a temple whole life, sent out on his first pilgrimage, you're all amazing and strange.
"Might as well. We'll clear this place out bit by bit." Silas says with a smile, readying his shield and holy symbol towards the open hallway.
Silas observes whatever it is that the monk is doing before turning back towards the men and smiling. "He...uhh...does that sometimes. Monks, am I right?" The cleric follows the wary gnome and the mighty orc back out into the hallway. He rubs his chin a little now, looking at the different buttons there and gives a shrug. "If Meebo can't figure them out, I suggest we just go through them one at a time. We know which one gives us this configuration, let us try the rest."
"We thank you for your understanding, Chief Magi." Silas says, bowing his head lightly. "You must excuse our ignorance. We come from the surface; a great storm revealed an entrance to your temple and we have moved deeper since." "Do you know where the Warrior Maidens reside? If we can unite all three of you, our chances against Zargon grow. We will not let him take this holy place." There was a strong, resolute determination in the half-elf's voice was he spoke.
Silas is just here to bring the warmth of the sun to those beneath it. How warm is up to them. <3
Silas nodded in agreement with Tek's offer to those assembled, offering the friendliest smile he could from under chainmail and dressed in holy vestments. This was his first test from Lathander, to scourge a terrible evil from beneath the sands and bring light to those long since hidden from it. What a truly wonderful gift.
"We are in league with the Brotherhood but we are not commanded by it." Silas offers, stepping forward beside the metal monk. "We have been brought her by sheer providence; a storm blew us astray and uncovered your hidden home. They told us of a great evil gathering strength here in the dark, hidden away..." "Evil may not be allowed to fester. Your political and ideological differences are meaningless if the greater evil wins. Put them aside, unite yourselves in strength and purpose, and we shall be the burning light to cleanse Zargon's foul essence. Join us and by Lathander's light, I will do my very best for you and your people." Silas exclaims, a kind yet zealous light being born into his eyes. Was this the reason Lathander chose him? Was this to be his great crusade? An excitement was beginning to brew in him with every word.
"If it is something nefarious, than it is our duty to stop it." Silas says softly, agreeing with the warlock. His voice grew only slightly grim at that as he tightened his hand around the holy symbol of Lathander. "However..." The half-elf says, his peppy self re-emerging once more. "...let us hope we shall be fortunate that it will not be needed." The door opens and reveals a large group of masked individuals, wearing a multitude of brightly colored robes and concealing their faces with masks. The cleric smiles, stepping beside Myev as he lifted his hand. "May the sun greet you all warmly. As my friend said, we are sorry we interrupted your...ritual? We are looking for...the...the...umm...oh! We are looking for the magi and the warrior maidens. We seek to free Cynidicea from the clutches of Zargon!" The cleric says, his eyes scanning the room for anything that seemed like it may be an altar of the tentacled abomination.
"Well, it doesn't look like we're getting in this way." Silas murmurs, shaking his head as he stares at the big, bronze door. "Perhaps the priest and worshippers will have the key?" Silas offers as a bit of hope, smiling at the others. "We convince them to help us and they hand it over. Easy."
"D-Does anyone seem to know what this button will do? I know Lathander guides us but...I rather not test him too often. Meebo? Tek?" Silas asks quietly, swallowing hard for a moment.
"Fair enough. Well done on that Utsuri!" Silas says, congratulating the man unaware that he just kind of grabbed it and hoped for the best. "Let's go to the other door." The cleric suggested, moving towards the door there to keep a listen.
"Depends on their state of being. With the sand and dryness here, diseases have less chance to fester. They seem to thrive with damp, wet corpses." Silas says matter of factly, taking out his waterskin and drinking it down some. Once his thirst was sated, he would get up and approach the door on the other side of the room. Looking back at the others, he silently waited to see if they were ready to continue.
"There is nothing embedded or disease-ridden, it seems. The flesh is raw but it'll heal. We should let you sit and rest a time until you feel you can put weight on it." Silas offered, suggesting a short rest as the rest of the conspired what to do with the supplies they had.
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