Ritual of the Setting Sun.

[WhenWizardsWar]

These notices are quickly circulated across most places where people frequently travel, with the first three notices appearing in Beregost, Candlekeep and Baldurs Gate in that order.


Attention those who walk in his light.

A great hero has passed from the morning lords light in the past tenday. The renowned man known as Maximus Angrius was brutally and violantly removed from the realm of the living!.

In a few days time, the temple of Lathander will be holding a memorial and funeral service for the burial of the proud warrior. His remains were not recovered but his personal effects have been and will be consecrated in the lords light and interred within the location of "The Seekers" determination.

Davian Thule, radiant fist of lathander and martial warden of Beregost will be conducting the ceremony and leading attendees in the "Ritual of the Setting Sun" to consecrate the proud warrior.

Anyone who wishs to attend is allowed to do so but utmost respect will be expected and any sign of hostilities, conflict or disruption will result in immediate removal from the temple.

Walk always in his light.

[sugarandspice]

*Eleanor, seeing one of the notices, bows her head sadly remembering that sweet gentleman knight, his touching poem of the wolf, having seen in him a reminder of a good part of her past*

"I will try to be there dear Max...and will bring my own ray of sun to join with your god's own that your spirit may be taken safely to rest"

[all_distorted]

Having spotted one of the notices, the short raven-haired figure stopped, skimming the text with a rather indifferent expression on her face. That changed as soon as the name of Maximus caught her eye. When she finished reading, she stood staring at the note for a few more moments, distant look in her eyes. The girl shook her head as if shaking off her thoughts, one of which lingered in her mind a little longer:

"I guess, in a sense, he is dead, after all."

The girl then pivoted abruptly and started walking away, her hand involuntarily slipping into the pocket of her tunic, fingers wrapping around the coin laying there. Frowning, she gritted her teeth.

"I will get to the bottom of this. I will solve this mystery. I will prove it."

[devildog30]

His eyes poured over the tattered notice before the Flaming Fist captain merely crinkled up the parchment and tossed it over his shoulder. "Ah Max," Justin said with a snort. "The gods be with you, little failure of a man. Fare you well in the hells."