Those who hear the call of Kelemvor rarely sit idly by and pray to heir deity for aid and prefer to worship their god in the actions they take. Those of which who are the most zealous, the most holy of Kelemvors warriors are known as Doomguide Aspirants – those who aspire to establish and maintain the natural order of life and death.
Despite being warrior priests these holy warriors are generally cunning, intelligent and empathetic to those that do not corrupt the natural order of things. However being cunning, wise and strong isn’t always the right mix for those who seek power at the same time as honouring their god.
Tonight content is focusing on a few Doomguide Aspirants and in particular the steps that they would take to ensure that the natural order of things, the holy decree of their god is ensured. So sit back, strap on your buckler and let’s swing into the thick of it.
Doomguide Aspirants
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The halls were quiet leading up to the day of rituals for Richard Spiritbane and for those who are trained for the smallest noise in their hallowed noise that’s how the figures stalking the halls wanted it. Cloaked in a veil of silence and shadow the priests walked towards the crypt entrance, muttering a prayer to Kelemvor as they descended the hallowed steps.
The walls were lined with the Doomguides that preceded them, warriors all and not all of them had honoured their god by preserving the natural order of things. However the shadows and bubble of silence hugged the priests closer as they descended deeper into the crypts hoping that not even the bones of their predecessors would cast a judgemental gaze towards them. For what they were doing tonight could be misinterpreted as treason and the perversion of the natural order. As they reached a chamber at the bottom of the steps the silence and shadows slowly slunk back from the figures within.
“Are you sure about this Brother?” Haster asked as he looked towards his superior. “If Kelemvor is granting the High Priest an extended life then surely it’s the blessing as it is claimed?” he continued looking around nervously. If Brother Tobias found them down here he wouldn’t hesitate to mete out the justice of Kelemvor for what they were discussing. What made matters worse is that Brother Kindred wouldn’t let him and they would have another dead brother in the chamber of remembrance.
The halfling man to the right of Haster looked between him and those gathered around him. “You yourself have found it suspicious Haster that the lord of the dead who’s tenants is preservation of the natural order of life and death would willingly go against what he stands for. The extension of life is perverse and an affront to Kelemvor himself and I fear that the clergy is rotten to the core. There are those few, us, amongst our church who believe that no man, woman or child should be treated differently when it comes to Kelemvors’ beliefs.
Brother Kindred looked up at the gathered priests, fewer than he had wanted. “With a small price we can dig out this evil and ensure that it never takes root again. With a smidge of power contained within these walls, the relics our brethren gave their natural lives to protect, we will start a new order. One that isn’t corrupt, which won’t twist the words and will of Kelemvor.” Spittle flew from his mouth as he spoke. How could the others disagree with his viewpoint at this stage? It was only logical, the only correct course of action.
Walking over to an entombed skeleton, one of his brothers, he smashed through the stone with the head of his mace. Reaching in he plucked out a length of ebony wood, a wand, one that thrummed with Necromantic energies. “This is the price of the bargain. Fret not brothers for once the truth is revealed and the correct course is set then it will be easy to retrieve this unholy relic and return it to the chamber of remembrance. “
The other priests looked from one another, a mixture of anxious energy, of hope and of belief swirled amongst them. Tomorrow before the rites could begin the truth would be revealed by the wizard and the perversion of Kelemvors’ word will be stopped at its core. The High Priest must not live past his three hundredth birthday.
Thanks for joining me for another fun one as we looked at the conspiracy that happened before the High Priests death. But this isn’t the cause, nor the full picture – oh no, that will come later. So make sure to not forget to come back and visit each day to keep unravelling this adventure with me and, as always, don’t forget to roll with advantage,
The Brazen Wolfe
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