Temple of Auril RP

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After hearing the rumors The Storm tracks down a feral man who frequently assumes the form of a young red dragon. He confronts the animal and asks him of the rumors of a dark gateway. The man confirms his suspicions and enlightens the man of a known portal to the dark abyss itself. Avernus.. the first circle of hell. The Storm would seek the aid of his new found Shaman friend Aeb'el in exploring these rumors of a portal at the basement of a black keep. After many orcs were slain and countless halls wondered the rumors were true. Eventually they came to the basement where they found a mighty blood red portal shining through the darkness.

The two enter with a small party to see the lava pools of hell and confront the armies of demons before them...

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The day would start as any other, a venture out of the mountains and out to find those worthy to challenge the Icebreath, though this time it was different. This time a child of a lost god wishing to become a Postulant. Aeb'el and Storm would look to each other in confuse yet intrigue at the request. The woman shared the name of Shira Welm and her interest of the teachings of Auril. She claimed she had already gone through The Embracing of her own fruition and wished to know more.
Lord Deepwinter Aeb'el looked on the girl with curiosity and confustion as the Storm saw an opportunity to grow the faith. He asked Aeb'el if he would be willing to bring her into the frozen arms. To Aeb'els surprise, when he asked of her willingness to denounce the gods and join the temple to learn more of the Blizzard queen, she agreed. Storm, intrigued by this, looked to Lord Deepwinter Aeb'el in approval and he agreed. Storm indoctrinated her by asking her to kneel and pulled a cold blade from its sheathe. He pressed it against the top of her back crystallizing her robes with ice. He spoke the words:

I initiate thee, frostwalker of the north, Vorte of the frozen kingdom of the one true god.. Mistress of Winter.
After which he would brand her face with his chilled blade watching it as the skin around slowly died leaving a slight discoloration.
At this point an orc dressed in holy plates would arrive squawking to the group about unholy rituals and evil gods in front of his keep. He would continue his squawking and insist the three leave. The 3 did so to venture fourth and seek challenges that lay in the wastes.

As the 3 would fight there way down through undead, and dragons of legend, Aeb'el and Storm would grow tired and knew the at the new Vorte would need to speak with the Lady Cold Circle. Aeb'el would teleport the 3 to the temple nestled deep in the mountains to meet with Alva Sigurdsdottir and tell her the good news of the newly welcomed believer.

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The Blue Dragon's Embrace



While Aeb'el is away from the temple, The Storm Lord would stand guard and say his prayers. Receiving orders from Lady Cold Circle Alva Sigurdsdottir to negotiate with the Frost Giants that roamed in the Frost Queen's kingdom. While Storm meditated on his task, soon worshipers of Auril came to his gates asking to offer their services. Noticeable mercenaries, temple guards, Voltre, and strangers new to the temple come asking the Ice Storm Lord for guidance. He presented the mission before them;



Our Task is not an easy one.. We have been asked to somehow persuade the Frozen Giants that walk these lands to join our cause and lend aid in protecting our walls.

The party agreed and decided to try to negotiate before using force of will to bend the knee. Lucian transformed into one of the creatures himself and tried to reason with them to stand down and hear the party out. But the giants ignored his plea and attack him. The party quickly came to his aid and cut down the giants with spell, steel, and ferocity. The made their way into the keep unable to understand the screamings of the giants as they cut them down. Soon they reached the gates, and as the party readied themselves for the battle ahead, The Storm Lord kicked the door in to the keep and the group charged in ready for a fight.



The party slowly made their way to the kings chambers, slaughtering his kin along the way. Inside they met a wizard attempting to probe the kings mind. The party halted the wizard and asked that they be allowed to talk to him. The king bellowed that they slaughtered his kin and that he would make them pay! The Storms words were quick and on point.

We are servants of the Frost Queen come to seek an audience. You reside in her domain.. You are too join her legion and protect the shrine!



The Frost Giant King would bellow about how the group would pay for killing his kin and invading his lands. The Storm gave the order and the group attacked leaving the king within an inch of his life as he struggled to stand. Then the Storm kneel before him and ask nicely.

I warned you King, we are strong, empowered by Auril's blessings. You will perish here with your kin? Come now, join us and unite these lands.

The King refused and insulted the party as he was stronger than them and the party would not take him so easily. With this, the storm grew impatient and quicky flung his blade into the knee of the giant.



GUARDS!!! HELP ME!!!

The king cried out! With that, The Storm quickly sliced the kings throat and as blood would surge from the wound, the party was ambushed. Few fell, other were injured but the party would eventually lay the king's guard to rest next to the king. It was then that Storm would lob off the king's head, crown and all. He carried the head tot he throne and placed it a top the large seat. He opened the mouth and inserted a note that read:

Your next king better be wiser.. you will ally with the Temple of the Great Glacier , or you will all be consumed by Winter!



When leaving the temple, the druid Lucian would come accross an egg to a Frost Drake. Finding this gave Storm an Idea! They quickly made their way towards the Rookery and each collected an egg of the giant drakes.. some even carrying two.



They quickly made their way back for the temple losing half the party on their way back. It was there Storm was brought back to life and offered the egg to Lady Alva Sigurdsdottir. She declined and told them.. hold them close and keep them safe, pray they aren't duds.

DM Event: DM Boo
Players: Dral Winterward, Jessie Neige, Julia Blake, Shanks, Shekels, Lucian Dragagin, Tek'll Atraluna,
Rewards: 2,000 exp, random chest items, Blue Dragon Eggs

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How I've missed her.

After arriving here in the Cloud Peaks all I've been able to do is pray and wait for my sister and hope she makes it to our new home. Glister we left in capable hands of the clergy, my dearest sister taught all our brothers and sisters how to fight, her blood being wild and relentless, taking lessons from the Swords of Tempus. Since then we've been traveling between lowlands on pilgrimage to every temple meeting the faithful and aiding and instructing in every manner possible. But we were split up; communicating only through our thoughts and the weave when able.

Reuniting with my sister was a very tender moment for the both of us. Her journey took her farther north than we had planned and she told me many things of her time spent along the Spine of the World. Giants, elementals, great wyrms and certain fey live where only the bold dare ascend to; her fighting spirit unvanquished. Here in the Cloud Peaks I told her of my second embracing I undertook on my own accord, seeking further unity with our Lady. I've learned how to speak with subtle spirits and elementals and command them and further more how to placate their desires creating a bond with them and Auril through my clerical learning. Our joyous reunion was only rivaled by the splendor of the temple here and our newly met family.

By the Breath Auril's will shall be impressed on Her subjects in this icy domain and further below. A group of frost giants were unyielding to Her servants' demands and were to be taught a lesson. My sister and I joined a group that included some able mercenaries and we were able to forthwith dispatch an impertinent king. Perhaps the remaining frost giants will be quicker to bend knee to the Ice Maiden's bidding.

Ending a day of duty the group were taken to a icy font and alter where we were all offered the gift of Her embrace and acceptance of Her will. Our brother The Storm oversaw the ceremony; we stripped bare to our boots and my sister and I were to undergo another Embracing at our new home, something we haven't had done since we were children growing up together in Glister. My sister went with me into the blizzard and we beheld the majesty of our Lady anew.

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We left the temple as snow with snow falling and the wind roaring as tradition. I told my sister we'd go up to where I undertook my second Embracing to the top peak of the mountains. With absolute confidence we wound our way up the mountain.

Laughing in elation with the sights of our new home and view from above we settled down into the snow to become closer with Her. Breathing in and out Her breath we become colder and colder sinking into Her embrace willingly. We both knew what was to come as we bore our marking proudly on flesh from previous trails. We spoke softly of our devotion, our journeys together and our hopes in serving Her will. Slowly we drifted off into the warmth yet not warmth that enveloped us together as we lie down in the snow under Her icy anointment.

After waking we continued our climb to the top of the mountain with renewed vigor and astounding clarity of mind marking Her benediction of our faith. At the top we came close to the home of the great frost wyrm of renown and we offered prayers and worship to Auril as we felt the ceaseless energy of the divine coursing through and the tingling of ecstasy in Her embrace. Humbled I bow my head before the sight on high.

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Auril keep our winters. The worst of the seasons and the elements are in your icy grip and verily are we humbled by your power. Your breath creates life as surely it snuffs it out like the fires below. In your sight we worship and pray, oh Lady Frost Kiss.
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