... a tenday has passed since a certain skittish gnome was seen at the Winding Way frontline, specifically whilst he was sharing the company of a hin wearing black, and directing a large ice elemental to "Smoosh" the lesser demons infesting the area. No sight of the white cloak/pointed hat wearing gnome has occurred there since.
Meanwhile, somewhere within the confines of temple far to the south, a diminutive figure prostrates himself before a frost covered effigy, trembling in reverence. Whatever scarce visitors this obscure place would see might even catch sight of this figure... pointed hat flopping back and forth as he swept, playing volunteer custodian to the temple, and otherwise retreating to a quiet corner with a sliver of charcoal and sketch book in hand, to quietly whittle the hours away. Doodling depictions of an Ice Goddess in the most outlandish and far-fetched scenarios. The kind that only a gnome could invent...
** This character is going on ice(... you love it). If any Aurilites show up, I might type up some forum stuff for entertainment purposes **
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There are no level 30's, only level 20's with benefits...
A diminutive looking white-haired gnome sporting a pointy blue hat might be seen scampering around the Coast lately, huffing and puffing as he raced around. A second gnome, who is much stockier looking, would likely be witnessed in the company of the smaller gnome. Although the larger gnome tends to make a gurgling sound when he runs alongside the first, and in a rather un-gnome-like manner. The two gnomes do not tend to linger for long around the crowded campfires and Inns, instead they seem rather on a bit of a mission, and their scurrying almost always ends with them headed back in a southerly direction...
In the in-between times, and apart from the low thrum of magic resonating throughout the chamber, the Temple of Auril remains a quiet place. Albeit, not so much when a certain gnome arrives to continue his routine of maintaining the place, under the watchful eyes of the Priestesses of course, every four days or so (it would be doubtful that anyone could tolerate, or would even allow the gnome to come around more often than that). Regardless, the gnome seems totally blissful while he sweeps the entire temple floor(including the ice pools[?]), polishes the walls, tree shaped ice carvings, and statues. He even appears undaunted by the presence of a cackling little Ice Mephit, who seems to delight at barking orders at him, while hounding the gnomes every shuffling step.
There are no level 30's, only level 20's with benefits...
A man calls upon the Temple of the Frostmaiden, speaking with respect to the Priestesses that keep the temple halls cold, showing them an amulet of heraldic symbolism. The conversation is direct, and meant to be heard and spread among the clergy. It would seem the visitor enticed the Priestesses to summon whatever Hands of Auril roam in the Icedawn's name, those of unyielding faith to Her domain, to present themselves to the aligned Faiths of Fury, and eventually the visitor himself, who spoke of his return to the snowy peaks within a Tenday.
DM Bloodvine wrote: ↑Mon May 18, 2020 4:20 pmThose who privately or publically revere Auril, in your recent prayers sense an unusual sense of connection, whatever has stirred the Frost Maiden's attention may require reaching out to others of the faith
An individual bearing the mark of the Frost Maiden could venture into the caverns of a cave suffused in eternal frost to collect samples of the crystal veins and rare plants that grow in the cave.
The individual would then take these samples to Lady Cold Circle Alva Sigurdsdottir and the two would discuss the properties of these samples and the energies that permeate within the cave itself.
A woman bearing the marking of the Frost Maiden would be witnessed parading through Nashkel appending parchments to trees bearing a message from the Temple of Auril. These parchments would also been seen appended to trees along the Uldoon trail and near Greenest.
Adherents to Bane and Auril were witnessed peacefully parading along the Tradeway towards Candlekeep to protest the continued persecution against their respective religions.
The parade would make its way to Candlekeep where the adherents were seen matching around the citadel drawing askance glances from guards, avowed, and farm animals. It was obvious Ol’ Bess was having none of it as she mindlessly chewed her hay.
The parade would pause as the adherents engaged in a discussion about their posteriors. The two women were witnessed platonically caressing each other’s rear to appraise its firmness while the one male desperately tried to divert his attention elsewhere.
Solaris Cult - Master Strategist and Tactician ... or something Bellatrax- Ze! [Bio Here]
Somewhere, deep within a secluded temple far to the south, where literally no-one else in the entire Sword Coast would be likely to hear...
... came the distressed screech of a mephit, followed by a single mournful, yet distinctly gnomish wail...
".... My b-b-b-b-b-boots!!!!"
... the only sound (not) heard afterward would be the softest of snuffling sobs.
There are no level 30's, only level 20's with benefits...
At the heights of the Cloud Peaks - even the gates of the Temple of Auril - Wulfrik the Ulfhednar stood. A great minotaur horn gilded with enchanted gold was lift in both hands - put to the lips of the berserker and blown.
It rumbled up under the blizzard with its ominous drone, belching into the night its golden song - time and time again, it sounds. By the magic of its Sending it carries away far, to his fellow Northern hearts; Erik and Jandar, Sigrid and Grimhildr, Stigandr and Mjoll, Fritjof and Khadra, Guthewulf also - beckoning them here to this holy place. One impression is set upon every heart; a Thing is called.
Law is determined through community gatherings in a meeting called a Thing. Each community, and in this case our Warband, had its own independent Thing. The sites chosen are often a focus for trade, or religious activity. These councils are presided over by a Lawspeaker. Every Free Man and Free Woman will have their say, in matters raised at the Thing and all that is said will be weighed and judged by the Lawspeaker.
A small, fur covered hin is seen praying to The Frost Queen before descending into the depths to destroy the fire elementals and their allies
After fighting their way through the vast number of enemies, the halfling and his group of fellow fury's stop in the old ruins of a forgotten town
After returning to the temple, the halfling notices offerings left to honor the Frostmaiden. With a happy grunt, he adds another offering from the spoils of the raid.
A group led by two of Auril's most loyal, make their way down into the depths of Durlag's tower, battle spoon in hand. Traveling through the searing caverns they slaughter all who stand in their way. Then, working their way towards the Netherese Ruins, they find themselves in the shadow realm making time to stop and leave Auril's banner draped over the banner of Shar.
The tragic tale of Kaeryn began with her wholehearted desire to serve as loyal foot solider to the Frost Maiden. Adherents to the Frost Maiden would take Kaeryn, so full of wanderlust, naiveté, and misguided idealism, under their tutelage to baptize her in the frigid tears of Auril. Kearyn would stand ready to offer the Frost Maiden her heart (not literally) and if requested her very soul.
By alas young Kaeryn would find her dreams of receiving the cold embrace of the Auril shattered as she was eventually cast out the Frost Temple for naively bringing implements of fire into the Frost Maiden’s sanctum. The trauma inflicted upon a certain gnome, fond of keeping the Temple free of taint, was immeasurable.
Classic Kaeryn
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Solaris Cult - Master Strategist and Tactician ... or something Bellatrax- Ze! [Bio Here]
After the icy storm that blew through the farmlands the dwarf known as taka would make his way to his queens temple to worship his queen showing her power.
