A letter is left on prominent display in the Temple of Ilmater.
Although the temple has no bell tower, it does have a busy clergy, and one priest in particular speaks long and loud of the need to aid the effort called for in the letter.
I write this missive to you to inform you of further details regarding the Crypt, visions some of us have been having, and about a great burden that has been placed upon our shoulders. I have also been asked to spread the word and this information from our friends and scouts in the North.
Last night a friend and I received horrible news regarding such things. We have, finally, been informed of movement of a great host to the north. An army of undead teetering at the doorstep of our homes.
Through careful scouting in the north, we have been informed that the undead army marches south-east from the Warlock's Crypt, on its way to Kheldrivver and beyond. It is soon to arrive, within days, at Kheldrivver, and the Dwarves and Elves of the North need reinforcements if they are to resist this great army of death. If Kheldrivver falls, then Kraak Helzak will fall as well and eventually Baldur's Gate.
So I call to each of you. I ask for your haste; I ask for the bells of war to toll. I ask that you pray to your Gods and have them lend you the strength that you will need in the coming days to defeat this menace.
The north needs all orders, all creatures good and honest to rise up, and assist the armies of the north in resisting this foul force of undead. Let us travel to the dwarven hold and meet with their sturdy people as well as the elves and let us band together as Peoples instead of organizations. Let us all be on the same page regarding this war since we will all combat it and share in spilled blood. We will be bonded by warfare.
Let us chain these dogs of war and show their masters that we do not fear them.
Dawn Bless,
Eldarian Al’maire
[[ OOC: The EDE/Kraak Helzak meeting we have been invited to regarding the northern server plot should be the 17th or 18th, around 19:00 or 20:00 GMT. A more permanent time will be forthcoming in another PM. ]]
A diminutive woman with glassy eyes would run into the temple, breathing a little heavily. She would set a heavy-looking oilskin sack down and pry it open, pulling out a sheet of paper with a card attached to it.
She looks around, papers in hand, clearly puzzled as to where to place her goods. After a moment's pause, she places her missives in the possession of Sister Adolina.
Satisfied, she turns for the door, heavy sack in hand, and scampers out.
A sorceress and a cat returns to the Temple but some argument with a well known bardess who goes by the name of the Harlequin makes her pick up her cat and leave once more. A day and night later, she returns with Ameris' backpack and sets it down in the sleeping quarters she shares with the priest. A cat crawls out of it and looks quite annoyed. A peace offer of roasted chicken is offered.
The sorceress leaves the Temple for a while and then returns, looking troubled by something. She retreats to the sleeping quarters where she sits down on the bed and quietly speaks to the cat. Silvyr seems to be fed and content, not minding the soft voice speaking to him. Anyone passing by, would likely guess the one-sided conversation to be a long rant of some sort.
"I don't want to pretend at magic anymore. I want to be magic."
Telia Santraeger - Emotional sorceress & priestess of Mystra. [Retired]
After speaking at length with Telia, Mi-Le begins to spend much of his free time at the temple. He aids the Ilmateri sisters and brothers in tending to the sick, wounded, and weary. He applies magical healing as well as more mundane remedies. The monk always offers a smile to anyone he interacts with.
Mi-Le (彌勒) -"Meditate, monks. Do not be negligent, lest you regret it later." ((-Saṃyutta Nikāya 35.146)) -Monk of the Old Order and the Way. Will not kill.
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((Feel free to reach out to Mi-Le for RP!))
Wendi - The Witch of the Wide. [Bio] Samuel Meredith
Ameris arrives back in the temple in a hurry. He rushes upstairs to look over the temple accounts, and then places several orders for supplies with various victuallers and outfitters around the city, ordering rations, clothing, blankets, and tents. Letters are also delivered to other temples around the city.
An unfamiliar male elf stands outside of the Temple in Baldur's Gate for few moments. He stands staring at the door with an expression of gratitude. He does not enter, and instead, leaves a small heavy pouch of gold and a note next it. He whispers a binding cantrip over the items, allowing only an Illmatari to retrieve it then dons his helm and walks back into the bustle of the city, his mithril chain glinting as the sun hits it.
The note reads:
"My gratitude for the aid of Lady Reigne this day. Know that she has saved the life and earned the friendship of one Ar'Tel'Quessir."
Purchases are made and supplies move; donations old and new are spread amongst Kheldrivver refugees and the sickness ravaged poor.
Beyond working with the Kheldrivver refugees as needed, Ameris is focusing his efforts on those who are the most frail and housebound in the East Gate district and to a lesser extent the Docks. He makes, as has long been his custom, regular house visits to the elderly and infirm; trusting in the Adorned of the Temple to take most the burden of those arriving there, and the Soup kitchen to help alleviate suffering in the docks.
It appears the priest keeps some sort of developing list of such patients, and what is new is the frequency of his visits, rather than their occurrence has been increasing over the past month.
Some of you who read this letter will remember well the bitter struggle we had with the coughing plague earlier in the year. Others of you will only be familiar with the marks of its ravaging touch upon the city. While many lives were preserved by the combination of charitable hearts and rigorous faith, the economy of the city and the health of its citizens remains precarious.
Recently the population of Kheldrivver has been added to the suffering and needy of the city - in truth, but a drop in the ocean of adversity that the people here face. Throughout the city, from the Docks to the East Gate, hardship and distress remain our enemy within even as undead swarm to the north without.
We have each done our parts admirably, but it is perhaps time we spoke with a united voice. I suggest we meet and share counsel on how best to alleviate hardship in the city, and how best we can to discharge our collective duties and support each other, and others, during these times of peril.
Brother Ameris Santraeger
///Please PM me if your character is an Ilmateri or triadic worshipper and would read this letter!
Unable to sleep a weary, regretful Sveta enters the temple of Ilmater. Her eyes are bloodshot. She asks of Brother Santraeger's well being with a concerned tone before leaving Sister Adolina with four notes. She spends a few minutes in prayer of the chapel before finally departing.
///a Temple of Ilmater PM group has been set up to help Ilmateri, and those who are part of the flock of the temple, coordinate IG actions easier and supplement this thread. Please PM myself or Mopknight if you want to become a member!
Lady Elvina Aira-S'efarro - The Order of the Silver Rose Salaria - Bounty Hunter half-sister of Darius Brothers Angelina Northstar - Holy Warrior of Tyr / Knight of the Silver Rose Matilda Stonehold - Honorable Sheild Dwarf Loriah Swift - Morninglord of Lathander
On the night between 12th and 13th if Mirtul, a sword appeared on Ameris' bed. Anyone who would step into the cell (which they may or may not do, depending on how much privacy is respected) and with an eye for arms, would notice the longsword is quite fine and crafted in an archaic style. The crossguard is heavy and the grip is suitable for a two-handed use. The blade itself is made from a strange, silvery alloy. By the looks of it, it is more honed for slashing than stabbing. It is simply adorned with no other remarkable visible features.
A book bound in red leather rests near the blade.
//Please PM if reading said book or examining further.
Edited: Changed sword description some. Should be irrelevant as no one saw it (?).
"I don't want to pretend at magic anymore. I want to be magic."
Telia Santraeger - Emotional sorceress & priestess of Mystra. [Retired]
Over the last half a tenday, Ameris has been intensifying his regular rounds of the housebound sick and injured in the East Gate district. As part of these rounds, he visits some of those known to the temple who are in physical, mental, spiritual and emotional need: from the isolated elderly, through those mentally or physically disabled, to families coping with bereavement and loss.
In some cases alms, blessings, food and medicine are offered. In other cases, words of comfort and patient counsel are what is needed.
Oddly, Telia Navra is seen by his side, visiting the same needy citizens. Although she offers no medicine or blessings, she has kind words to spare; and aids the priest where she can - provided what he is doing is not too messy.
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