The Church of Kelemvor RP

[Afendaria]

14 Flamerule 1362 DR

Afendaria stood high above the Chionthar on top of a cliff, leaning against a tree, her only source of shade against the sun’s harsh rays. She watched gulls hover beneath her, riding up on a cool gust of wind that had made its way up the cliff side. Closing her eyes, she breathed in deep, tasting the salt on the breeze. It was a far better scent than that of the dead gnolls, goblins, and orcs the Kelemvorites and their red tiefling ally had slain and piled within the barracks over a tenday ago.

The battle at River's End had been hard fought, but unlike the last few villages where she had gone with others to bury the dead, those who wished to pervert and twist Death's purpose had been pushed back. The villagers had been granted another chance to die when the end was proper, and not before their appointed time. There had been no creatures feasting on carrion upon arrival, no poisoned land, and no charred ashes of the dead left unceremoniously out in the open. Death had come to River's End, as it always does in war. Yet it had been held at bay, claiming instead those who sought to wield Death to spread fear and misery. Those few humans who had died in the defense of River’s End had, to Afendaria’s knowledge, been found, claimed, and delivered to those who would grant them honour and final rites. Much of the town’s infrastructure might have been greatly damaged, but homes could be repaired. Life was not as easily restored if lost prematurely.

Afendaria opened her eyes and stared back down into the Chionthar’s waters below, eyeing a large barge heading towards Baldur’s Gate. If that battle had gone differently, she might not have been where she was now, watching the ships come and go. Instead, she might have been the one lying in or on the ground, her corpse at the mercy of those that would disgrace the dead. Had she survived and River’s End still fell, she might instead have found herself once more administering final rites in another village cut down before its proper time.

But no, she and the other Kelemvorites were alive. The majority of River's End and its defenders had also survived. Cyric's minions and their plans had been thwarted, and instead of burying the town she could just stay where she was, resting for a short while beneath that tree, allowing the cool breeze to quietly wash over her before returning to serve Kelemvor, the dying, and the dead.

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In the last couple of Tenday, the same familiar white haired Kelemvorite could be seen visiting each of the separate buildings of the Mortuary Guild. Her slender frame carried large bags of seeds and dirt to the gardeners, and a wooden box of drinks to the two gravediggers. It's possible their arguing stopped after the bottles were delivered. The hooded woman explained something about seeing family in Cormyr. It wasn't clear on the specifics.

She spent some time in the Graveyard, quietly praying among the graves. At the end of her prayers she unpacked her cleaning kit, and began tending to the condition of the resting places. Her long white hair draped to the ground while she cleaned and scrubbed the headstones with a hard bristle brush. Throughout the morning to afternoon, she went through this ritual until she vanished for some time.

Elisia could be seen holding a large bag between her arms. There was a dog by her side. The two of them waited patiently for a caravan headed off and making a stop in Cormyr. By the time It arrived it was almost sunset. She looked down to her dog, an old tired shepherd with muddy paws. The Kelemvorite stepped into the cabin, and the dog hopped up in behind her. It was a longer trip to the
Land of the Purple Dragon. She rested her head beside the window watching the sunset for the evening. Each flutter of her long black lashes slowed with each tired blink, until she fell asleep there in the carriage.

[Afendaria]

30 Eleasis 1362 DR

Within Baldur’s cliffside cemetery there had been no sign of Afendaria for the month of Eleasis, her whereabouts unknown save to the few of her faith she associated with in Baldur’s Gate. Though she may have been seen at rare times swiftly marching through the city on some business, she had seemed to have just up and left the graveyard all together, leaving many of her own duties in the hands of the Mortarch known as Nathalie.

Then, just as she had left, she had suddenly returned with Eleint, when the weather started getting cooler and summer was staring to wane. Daily patrols around the cemetery resumed where she could be seen or heard smashing aside the undead that still wandered about certain areas of the graveyard, and yet, her presence there had become something less than before. She did not linger nor stay in areas for long, opting instead to hunt down undeath, then just move on.