The Church of Mystra RP

[Thunderbolt']

A rarer sight in the Temple of Mystra was seen today. An armored dwarf entered the temple carrying a large satchel over his shoulder apparently looking for someone. As Halron entered the Temple from an errand he was greeted by this dwarf, some could recognize as Ambassador Hurgo Wyrmstone of Kraak Helzak. The wizard seemed more amazed than the dwarf. After a conversation they headed inside the office. Later on the large satchel had changed owner as they entered the lobby again and parted ways in good mood.

[Cinta]

Saying she needs to rest after a recent injury, Syndreth spends the following tenday in the church in solitary, reading in the library or quietly contemplating in the garden.

[Hendrak]

Often these days an exotic looking woman can be found in the temple.

She wears a blue Turban, a blue painted mithral Fullplate and on her back is a cloak showing the star symbol of Mystra. On her right hip lays a black spellbook, on her left hip a bag full of scrolls. Also many potions can be seen on her belt.

She introduces herself as Phaele Darants, servant of Mysteries. Coming from the far South, the lands of Halruaa, she visited the Gate's to learn wizardry, research Netheres artifacts and support the local "cult" of Mysteries.

As long as she doesnt met an offical leader she is offering temple services for the faithful and intrested in the "cult base". Those include crafting wands, brewing potions and elixirs and crafting wondrous items, tough she stated she is willing to learn all of magical craftmanship.

[Slunko]

Sir Fjodor Wyrdmake spends the day in silent study within the halls of Mystra's temple. He introduces himself as a knight of the most Righteous order of the Iron Dragon and a paladin to the Lady of Mysteries. He bothers no one and silently studies a copy of Rania Arowaven's research notes on the recent nightmares plaguing the coast.

He returns the collection of notes with a sheet of parchment on top, upon which he scribes:
"Requesting filing alterations and a change in title. These are not research notes. They are recollections of recent events."

Before departing he leaves a tenth of his wealth to the church.

[CommanderKrieg]

Senior Knight Nezkreal Sezifear spends the day running between ragefast and the temple of mystra. The knight seems to be moving at a quick pace, and returns only at the later hours of the day to pray at the alter.

[Hendrak]

The halruaan cleric of Mystra, Phaele Darants, and the monk of mystran origin, Thar Talapoire, can be seen bringing a fullloaded wagon with heavy caches to the Temple of Mystra.

Tough it cant be seen what is loaded on it; it may be connected to the missing caravan carrying silver caches in the north. Those conclusions can be made as they approach with the wagon from the north at the fitting time.

[electric mayhem]

A courier arrives at the Temple of Mystra with a wax sealed letter addressed to Senior Knight Nezkreal Sezifear.

[Mercator]

Cosimo spends much of the day in the temple, clad in the dark robes he wears while adventuring, his hood drawn up over a freshly shorn head. The mage's brow is furrowed, like some great burden is on him, and he radiates, if anything, aggression.

Perhaps this is the reason he seeks no one out and instead, meditates amidst the flowing magics in the main chamber. Perhaps he is seeking calm.

[Hendrak]

Phaele Darants can be seen following Keeper Nez'kreal into her office. After a brief time both emerge from it. Phaele a bit depressed and promising the Keeper to study hard for their next meeting.

[Slunko]

A scroll of finest vellum is left at the priests of the temple, by request of Sir Fjodor Wyrdmake. It is made with a request and within comfidence, speaking of great import to the man.
"...It has been too many winters, and my thoughts race to worry. Should I perish before, the legacy would end. I would ask, with utmost gratitude for your aid, that you may select the promising ones and show them this scroll."
A scroll now held by the priesthood of the temple, shown only to the most devout Mystran aspirants, strong of faith and good of heart.

My dear friend.

We have not yet met, you and I, but if you are reading this scroll, you must indeed be a worthy aspirant.
I am Fjodor Wyrdmake, Knight of the Iron Dragon and a devout paladin to the Lady of Mystery.
I am also entring my twilight years soon, with no squire to carry on my name, my oath and my wisdom, gathered through years of service.
While I cannot offer you the glory of ever joining the ranks of the Knighthood of Mystic Fire, as I one day hoped to, I can offer you a guiding hand, fatherly patience and tutelage of the Holy ways of our Most Sacred Strictures, for as long as my hand may still cast spell and carry a shield.

I, a lowborn of the North, with nothing to my name, yet blessed with a most glorious gift of Magic in my blood, seek another, similarly talented in sword and spell, goodly in heart and intent, to be a squire to me, so that I may pass on, what I have learned.
I have found purpose in Service, and so you may also.

Should you wish to take up my offer, friend I've not yet met, seek me out. Show me, why you deserve the honor, and why I should spend my final tenyears of life teaching you what I know.


Signed, Fjodor Wyrdmake, Knight of the Righteous order of the Iron Dragon.

[Hendrak]

Phaele Darants provides temple services since more than 2 tendays now.

Today a big order got in. None less then 100 scrolls of Divine Favor are ordered. It will take her a while to make those.

Tough the reputation of the Mystraan Temple has grown among adventurers.

Many step by and ask for wands or scrolls.

[Bassman]

*A messenger wearing the cloak of the Order of the Silver Rose arrives. She Hands a scroll bearing the Seal of the Order of the Silver Rose to the Guards at the gate*

///PM sent

[GaretAthran]

A young human woman enters the temple of Mystra wearing weather-worn leather armor and a very tattered looking stuffed werewolf doll strung to her hip. She offers the priestess a faint, awkward smile before pulling the seven-pointed star pendant from beneath the collar of her armor. When she finally speaks it's in a voice of flat affect, her eyes rarely meeting Neela's.

"My name is Potema. I am with the Order of the Shooting Star."

Without another word, she hands over a sealed envelope with the holy symbol of Mystra emblazoned in the wax.

//PM Sent

[DiceyCZ]

*During the night a small bat and obviously someone's familiar gets into the temple, leaving a letter for Syndreth Firefey where she is able to get either through window or door. The familiar carries an arcane mark on it's left wing if any mage should glimpe him*

///PM sent

[Cinta]

A few days ago the sun elf arcanist called Syndreth Fieryfey could be seen transporting various sized boxes in and out of the Church, and organizing her office in the room that was occupied by Dame Nezkreal Shezifear, Knight of the Mystic Fire before. The Knight is rumored to left the Church for a longer time, leaving the role of the Keeper on the elven wizard.

Syndreth packed out her belongins, dusting off the parts that may not have been used for a longer time. Then she opened the large double window and leaned on the ledge, watching how the people of various races and even more various intentions are crossing the streets below.
"Gods, have mercy on us..." She murmured, closing the window at last.

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For the next few days the new Keeper locked herself in the inner chambers. Letters and any visitors would most likely be met by a busy looking acolyte, promising them that their inqueries will be presented to the Keeper as soon as possible.