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In the windswept deserts of deepest Thuvia, a lonely temple sits wasting away beneath the drifting sand dunes and gusting wind. Within this eroding structure of stone and silence a small congregation sits amongst the weathered pews. Behind the pulpit stands a tall garundi man, his hair a bright white and his eyes a piercing purple. He stands their preaching in hushed tones in a fine breastplate while he holds a silvered heavy flail high in one hand, it's heads uncanny resemblances of the form of this congregations god. These heads glow with an eerie moonlight while the rest is engraved with the symbols of Groetus. The sermon ends in a whisper and is followed by a long silence. After a moment the priest raises his head and begins to speak, "Welcome all, I am Akram Alhazrad, Keeper of The Gate and Guardian of The End and priest of this temple. I have called all of you hear, fellow followers of Groetus, to discover how your endeavors to fulfill the will of the Maw of the Apocalypse have been fairing and how you have been taking to working with the pathfinders."
With that he bows his head politely to the small crowd and awaits the responses of this congregation of the faithful.
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(Assemble? Odd choice of words for Groetus followers...)
A rather scrawny Kellid woman shyly walks in and takes a seat; her long white hair seeming to have a mind of its own as it floats about her. The pistols at her hips clunk loudly against the pew. "ah... sorry. Um, I'm Natalya?" -pause- "Um, so I was t-talking with this cavalier while we were c-clearing out this everflaming crypt. And w-we d-decided that Groetus is a lot like a j-janitor. He cleans up the mess after e-everybody leaves. He do-doesn't get thanked a lot, b-but it's needed."
(Natalya looks pretty enough, but her stutter leads to a lack of self-confidence, and thus, her low charisma score)
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An elf with a beard walks in, smiling as he dusts off his hat and re-hooks one side of his beard before coming in.
"Well, well. A gathering. I know what happened the last time, when Groetus was favored to show us the ultimate reward for us and the non-believers as well." He sits at a pew, putting his hat back on. "Now, I hardly mention him, sorry to say. I take my risks, hoping to see that final reward denied me the first time when I was reincarnated to this blasted elf form." He strokes his beard, then quickly puts it back on as it fell from his face. "Working with the other pathfinders? Yeah, of course. Goes to dangerous places, right? Better chance to see my reward, to see the glory of Groetus!!"
(from a non posting friend)
A tall, dark haired young man wearing black robes and a thick moonstone necklace depicting the phases of Groetous walks his way into the room with a cask of Liquid ghost ale in one hand and Aarack in a half coconut in the other, bobbing his head to some unseen but apparently upbeat music.