Temple of Auril RP

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Taka can be seen in a fit of rage at the top of the path leading down to the approaching armies yelling cursing and throwing things down at them. The feral halfling looks lost and confused. After his fit of rage is over the feral halfling goes to the shrine of his queen and tries to get an understanding of things happening to him.

In the druidic language he speaks. "Is this a test? I have dedicated my life to serving you and everything you stand for I fight for. Why is this happening I am your weapon to be used how you see fit and I will die for this cause I just wish I knew what you wanted of me. Why is this happening is it a test of loyalty and devotion? Have I misunderstood your intentions my queen. I do not like the doubt creeping into my mind I have always done as you wished. . Have I angered you in some way? Is this a punishment? Have I failed to embody the true spirit of your domain?"

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A large ice elemental can be seen throwing dead bodies down the mountain ranging from fire giants, werewolf's, vampires, Orcs, and many other dead before beating on its chest and walking away.

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Taka, stands before the gathered Allies of Auril and the brave temple members, his voice resolute yet. As he gazes upon the determined faces, he begins to speak, his words carrying a sense of hope and strength.

“Brothers and sisters, today we stand united against the forces that threaten our sacred lands. We are the children of nature, guardians of its delicate balance. Our connection to the elements and our unwavering devotion to Auril have brought us together in this crucial hour.”

Taka pauses, allowing his words to sink in, and then continues, his voice growing stronger with each passing moment. “We face a formidable enemy, one that seeks to disrupt the harmony we hold so dear. But we must not falter. Remember the teachings of our ancestors and draw strength from the spirits of the land that surround us.”

“Each one of you has chosen to stand here today, ready to defend our temple, our people, and our way of life. It is in these moments, when darkness threatens to consume the light, that our true courage and resilience shine through. We are the stewards of the natural world, and it is our duty to protect it.”

Taka’s eyes meet those of the temple members, and he speaks directly to them. “To my fellow brothers and sisters, who have dedicated their lives to serving Auril, know that your faith is not in vain. She hears our prayers and grants us her blessings. Let the power of her divine presence guide our hands and grant us the strength to overcome any obstacle.”

He then turns his attention to the Allies of Auril, acknowledging their presence and the unity they bring to the battle. “To our esteemed allies, who have answered the call for aid, I commend your bravery and commitment. Together, we will create a shield of solidarity, impenetrable against the forces that stand against us. Remember, it is through unity that we find strength.”

Taka takes a moment to breathe, his voice now filled with determination and unwavering resolve. “The enemy may be fierce, but we possess something they can never grasp—the love and respect we hold for our land and each other. May the wind carry our battle cries to the heavens.”

“In this moment, let us set aside our fears and doubts, for they have no place among warriors who fight for a just cause. Embrace the primal energy that flows within you, channeling it into every strike, every spell, and every act of bravery. Together, we shall prevail!”

Taka’s words echo in the air, mingling with the sounds of the wind rustling through the mountains and the distant murmurs of the enemy’s approach. He raises his frozen fish, a symbol of his druidic power, and with a resounding voice, he concludes, “Today, we stand as one, united in purpose, unwavering in our devotion. Let the battle begin! For Auril, for our temple, and for the preservation of our sacred lands!”

The air Is filled with a renewed sense of purpose as the Allies of Auril and the temple members draw strength from Taka’s words. With their spirits ignited, they march forward to face their foes, ready to defend all they hold dear, their hearts united, and their determination unyielding.

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On the eve of the impending war, Rathmaz sat alone in his makeshift quarters, surrounded by ancient tomes and arcane artifacts. The soft glow of enchanted crystals illuminated the room, casting eerie shadows on the walls. The weight of responsibility bore down on him like an insurmountable burden. He ran his fingers over the intricate carvings of his spellbook, a powerful conduit of his magical prowess.

He gazed out of a small window, watching the rain fall relentlessly, as if the heavens themselves wept for the impending loss and bloodshed. Tomorrow's sun might not shine as brightly for some who would face their final dawn.

Yet, amidst the encroaching darkness, Rathmaz's spirit flickered like a stubborn flame. He refused to be extinguished. He had faced countless foes before, using his mastery of the arcane arts to turn the tides of battle. This war, no matter how daunting, wouldn't be the first time he had to summon his magical might to defend a positon against overwhelming odds.

As he breathed in the cold air, a surge of determination coursed through him

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Despite of countless scars and barely recovered wounds, Ontelima returned to Cloudpeaks, accompanied by large ice gienie. They walked through recent battlefield and ruins of the Temple searching for something or someone.

After hours of digging in snow mounds and checking remaining dead bodies, tired Icewind finally fell to her knees, droping resurrection components on the ground. The corpse of Lady Cold Winter is nowhere to be found.

"It is not you who should died that day, Alva." - she whispered calmly, a single tear flow through face and froze on her cheek.

A moment later the priestess left the battlefield, in a direction known only to herself.

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A snow haired woman bearing the sigil of the Icedawn and adorned in a formal black and white dress is rumored to have performed a rousing song (albeit badly lacking in vocal and instrumental skills) as part of the recent White Mask Theater Open Stage Night to denounce corrupt governments. Her song was said to serve as a defiant and unrepentant ballad of her faiths war against Amn in Cloud Peaks a month prior:

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Defiant in their resolve a group of faithful were rumored to have been conducting surveys around Cloud Peaks in search of a location to re-establish the Icedawn House. It was also rumored they had also visited the site of their fallen Temple and conducted a silent vigil ending with a pledge to the Icedawn to restore her seat within Cloud Peaks.

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Travelers who visit site of ruined temple may notice somone still take care of the shrine. There is provisional stone altar in front of statue of Frozenmaiden proudly emerging from snow mound and everywhere can be seen traces of bare feet.

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Large footprints of different animals can be seen around the ruins of the old temple of Auril it seems someone is searching for something and continues to dig through the snow and debris. Each night when the moon is at its highest a cry echos throughout the pass where the temple once stood.

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As a manmade inferno raged in the forest region just east of Wyrm’s Crossing, threatening to engulf the woodlands just beyond the southern borders of Baldur’s Gate, Aurilite Priestess - Storm Sister Ontelima Frozenfield, repulsed by the ever growing inferno sought to remedy the potential catastrophe by casting a isolated blizzard upon the blaze. The blizzard served to quell the raging inferno and ultimately neutralize the flames potentially preventing the inferno from spreading into the Gate. What now remains of the charred woodlands east along the Chionthar is the calmness and tranquility of a persistent snowfall.

Praise the Frostmaiden

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The outside grounds of the Friendly Arm Inn drew many onlookers and spectators today gathered to witness a sermon delivered by a silver haired servant of the Icedawn. Many would listen with interest, others with a skeptical disposition towards the sermon. The faithful would prophesize the inevitable day when the dreaded sun would consume the whole of Toril in a devastating mass incineration forever extinguishing all matter of life. She would offer that adherence to the Frost Maiden as the only path of deliverance to this alleged impending mass conflagration. "Should the Icedawn’s destiny of eternal winter become realized it would signify the sun’s failure to consume Toril in flames", the faithful would argue.

Whether there was any merit to this prophecy remains debatable as many gathered seemed quite skeptical and the adherent provided no tangible source for her assertions.

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Three silvered haired Aurilties were rumored to have convened a meeting inside the Friendly Arm Inn recently. What was discussed among them is unknown but rumor suggested they all enjoyed a serving of Strawberry flavored Frosted Cream.

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Those who approach ruined temple may find following parchment, placed nearby buried statue of Auril.

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You wasted precious resources and lives to destroy our Temple

You thought your efforts could unseat the Icedawn’s sovereignty in Cloud Peaks

You send your Helmite cult to cull our faithful, desecrate our holy sites, and do the bidding of the repulsive Inquisition

You thought your despicable Fallen Angel could protect you from the Icedawn's wrath

Your Fallen Angel thinks he can defy the Goddesses of Winter, the Weave, and Shadow Weave

In fact your Fallen Angel thinks he can defy ALL gods

Yet here you are, a year later, once again caught in the frozen grip of the Icedawn while Spring dawns beyond

What despicable folly

Who or what will you wage another pointless war against this time?

Respect for the Icedawn and She will spare you

The Helmite Cult crusade desecrating our holy sites and culling our faithful will only earn you Her continual fury

The Icedawn has reigned over these lands long before the existence of your settlement and will continue to reign long after

You are only here because She allows it

Do not further incite Her wrath if you value your way of life


Church of Auril

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Faithful of the Icedawn conducted a pilgrimage to their fallen temple in Cloud Peaks to pay their respects to Auril by offering prayers and vows. They would have been last seen departing towards Speartop Mountain, weapons in hand.

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As weather slowly became cooler with every passing day, along the Trade Way on South of Friendly Arms Inn erected few makeshift shrines dedicated to Icedawn. Some people pass them by ignorant, others would offer some donation. Will coming winter be more peaceful this year, or will cause even more terror? It's yet to be seen.