Post by gatalis on Feb 26, 2012 18:27:00 GMT -5
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Area Requested : Church of Bane (in Ludor)
Which Character is it for (if specific) : Claire Sceleratus ((Level 9 cleric))
Explanation why they have it : After years on the island, Claire has finally decided to jump-start a base of operations for the Banites in a bid to help the religion grow. (story underneath)
Feedback Desired: yes
The dreams, there they were again. They had plagued Claire night after night since she had begun sleeping in Ludor. She saw A small room that could barely be called a home, a fist protruding from the floor and a stone door behind it.
In each rendition of the dream, she traveled through the stone door, coming upon a barracks, finding that the house was indeed an unholy church of some sorts hidden behind the front-end room... She would push further into the dephs of this medium-sized home to find a diagonal dining hall or meeting room, and beyond it... The dream almost always ended here, but for some reason, it continued this time. Through the door, she found a staircase. she felt like she could smell incense burning, the same aroma she had been so familiar with inside the keep...
Suddenly she was jolted awake, looking up into the stars. She was snug in her bedroll located on the island off the coast. Claire knew it was a sign, that she was to find this strange building, likely to use it... She looked around for a moment before locating a lantern hanging from a post by the ship... Summoning a spider to grab the lantern, she departed silently into the night...
Ludor, the city was the perfect spot for any religion trying to gain a hold in Siranda. The small port town had been a staple for commerce, allowing new ideas to flow with it, and was far enough away from the mainstream Kalaram that religions didn't need to worry about interference. The town had been largely made up of goodly folk, but that's what made the secrets held within all the more delicious. A perversion of the people's view of the fine town hidden right under their noses.
Claire traveled through the small port town, avoiding undead wherever possible-she saw no reason to kill them. Her lantern flickered in the warm breeze the sea brought at night, and looking about, she felt herself drawn to the west. Trudging along as quietly as possible, the spider behind her, she found herself face to face with a wooden door that was creaked open slightly. The spider let out a slight chitter, sensing something inside, and Claire had a feeling, knew, that this was the place.
The room was dark, but she could make out a silhouette of something moving in the distance, bringing the lantern in front of her, she found a simple zombie, gnawing on the remains of a long-deceased victim. Quickly and quietly she approached it, bashing its head in with the mace and dragging the corpse outside. Aside from the blood stains, the room looked exactly like the one from her dreams. The Banite proceeded forward before noticing something different about the stone fist near the doorway... There was something chiseled into it...
She read the words, seeming to have been hit with inspiration... The finding of this building had been no accident, this building was a gift, or perhaps a long-lost relic. Proceeding through the stone door, she was disturbed slightly. In her dreams, the building had been clean, orderly, but now, debris littered the floor, scorch and moth-ruined blankets covered the beds, a few long-dead, unidentifiable herbs sat in the corner of the room. Claire proceeded through the gate door, it seemed that most of the doors had locking mechanisms, but that they were left unlocked, opened for some reason...
She tried to open the door that she had gone through so many times before, but it just wouldn't budge, sighing, she went to turn around, had it all been for not? Was this all some sort of ruse, or joke on the part of the Black Hand? Black Hand... Claire thought for a moment, she remembered that in the dreams she hadn't worn her gloves. Looking into her left palm, she shrugged, it was worth a shot. Pulling off her left glove, she placed the bare palm of her hand against the stone door. The door was cold, slightly damp, her hand a perfect contrast to it... A green fire shot out of her palm as the door opened, leading into another large, diagonal room. Two tattered flags with Bane's insignia sat on the walls, opposite of each other, an empty wine cabinet against another wall, but otherwise nothing... She didn't mind though. Claire had decided that it was likely her job to fill these halls with the adornments and materials, to make this building whole once more. She was curious now though as she continued to the other side of the room, down the staircase that had for so long eluded her, driven her curiosity...
She had never managed to go down this hall in her dreams, and her senses were on alert. The stairs had quickly turned into stone steps as she descended, and she had begun to notice small outlets in the walls for where bodies could be stored. She was obviously in a small crypt of some sort, that much had become obvious to her. Taking her time in going down the staircase, she found nothing trapped, it seemed almost as if there had been some sort of fight within the halls. The occasional tattered corpse dressed the halls, their skulls crushed, or a knife-based wound of some sort along their chest pointing to some sort of battle perhaps. Down she descended, she felt herself approaching something.
In her thoughts, she accidentally bumped into something. Quickly, her attention reverted to what was in front of her, and she nearly gasped. Looking up, she saw a huge statue dedicated to Bane himself. How someone had managed to fit such a piece of architexture in such a place was beyond her, but she wasn't about to question its presence. The statue had eliminated any doubts she had, and her pace was brisker now. She approached another large wall, a seemingly dead end, but her intuition had kicked in by that point. Placing her left palm upon the wall, a slight burst of green flame seemed to shoot out of it once more as the tinkering and grinding of gears lowered it, revealing something she hadn't seen since her childhood...
An altar, black as the night itself, a slight green aura emanating from it, the room enveloped in the same aura, but lighter, smoother... It had been years since she had seen one of the Black Lord's altars, and the very sight of it was enough to cause tears of joy to begin to well up inside of her. Quickly approaching...
A snap of a trigger, gas pouring into the room... "No" she hissed, "NO!" The Banite picked up her pace, turning to run. The bell tolled midnight once more on the surface above her. Anyone would have run back to the surface, would have abandoned such a project, but for months this hidden shrine to bane had eluded her dreams. Her faith was too strong to give up now, and in the midnight hour, it was her job as a priestess to pay tribute to her unholy patron. Pulling out her holy symbol, she turned around once more. Claire kneeled beside the altar, giving praise to the Black Lord...
Her vision blurred as she looked forward, a statue of Exarch Fzoul on the other end of the room, a hand pointed at her, almost mockingly... She remembered a verse he had spread through the walls of the keep, her mind drifting to it...
Serve no one but Bane. Fear him always and make others fear him even more than you do. The Black Hand always strikes down those who stand against it in the end. Defy Bane and die - or in death find loyalty to him, for he shall compel it. Submit to the word of Bane as uttered by his ranking clergy, since true power can only be gained through service to him. Spread the dark fear of Bane. It is the doom of those who do not follow him to let power slip through their hands. Those who cross the Black Hand meet their dooms earlier and more harshly than those who worship other deities.
Her vision began to blacken, the poisonous gasses filling her lungs as she took staggered breaths, looking forward at the Black Altar, at the statue of the Exarch.
A dark figure before her in her failing vision, transparent, but his face apparent enough, smirking...
Blackness...
Claire woke up, her forehead resting against the coolness of the altar, her hands still clenched around the holy symbol, her whole body was slightly numb. Looking up, she saw that the gas had all but dissipated. Somehow she had survived...
Had she hallucinated? Was this some sort of test? Had her mind somehow managed to connect to the plane of Banehold to produce the being before her? These and many other questions filled her head as she stood up. Such questions were pointless at that moment, all that would be needed to kick-start up her project of multiple years was before her, and she wasn't about to let it leave her grasp so easily.
Over the course of the next few days, she would spend her time collecting furniture from where she could, fresh bedding for the barracks, herbs and rags for cleaning the building, cloth for new banners, and many more supplies and sundries...
// www.4shared.com/get/AeFowQyu/Bane_Temple.html (both an ERF and a module version included. Consists of a 7x5 floor, most of the space unused, and a 5x5 floor underneath it. Module version has a key on the floor near where you would spawn for ease of access in looking around.)\\
EDIT: Clarified some mistypes, spell checked, and went into a bit more detail at intervals. Probably didn't need to but it was going to bug me if I didn't!
Area Requested : Church of Bane (in Ludor)
Which Character is it for (if specific) : Claire Sceleratus ((Level 9 cleric))
Explanation why they have it : After years on the island, Claire has finally decided to jump-start a base of operations for the Banites in a bid to help the religion grow. (story underneath)
Feedback Desired: yes
The dreams, there they were again. They had plagued Claire night after night since she had begun sleeping in Ludor. She saw A small room that could barely be called a home, a fist protruding from the floor and a stone door behind it.
In each rendition of the dream, she traveled through the stone door, coming upon a barracks, finding that the house was indeed an unholy church of some sorts hidden behind the front-end room... She would push further into the dephs of this medium-sized home to find a diagonal dining hall or meeting room, and beyond it... The dream almost always ended here, but for some reason, it continued this time. Through the door, she found a staircase. she felt like she could smell incense burning, the same aroma she had been so familiar with inside the keep...
Suddenly she was jolted awake, looking up into the stars. She was snug in her bedroll located on the island off the coast. Claire knew it was a sign, that she was to find this strange building, likely to use it... She looked around for a moment before locating a lantern hanging from a post by the ship... Summoning a spider to grab the lantern, she departed silently into the night...
Ludor, the city was the perfect spot for any religion trying to gain a hold in Siranda. The small port town had been a staple for commerce, allowing new ideas to flow with it, and was far enough away from the mainstream Kalaram that religions didn't need to worry about interference. The town had been largely made up of goodly folk, but that's what made the secrets held within all the more delicious. A perversion of the people's view of the fine town hidden right under their noses.
Claire traveled through the small port town, avoiding undead wherever possible-she saw no reason to kill them. Her lantern flickered in the warm breeze the sea brought at night, and looking about, she felt herself drawn to the west. Trudging along as quietly as possible, the spider behind her, she found herself face to face with a wooden door that was creaked open slightly. The spider let out a slight chitter, sensing something inside, and Claire had a feeling, knew, that this was the place.
The room was dark, but she could make out a silhouette of something moving in the distance, bringing the lantern in front of her, she found a simple zombie, gnawing on the remains of a long-deceased victim. Quickly and quietly she approached it, bashing its head in with the mace and dragging the corpse outside. Aside from the blood stains, the room looked exactly like the one from her dreams. The Banite proceeded forward before noticing something different about the stone fist near the doorway... There was something chiseled into it...
She read the words, seeming to have been hit with inspiration... The finding of this building had been no accident, this building was a gift, or perhaps a long-lost relic. Proceeding through the stone door, she was disturbed slightly. In her dreams, the building had been clean, orderly, but now, debris littered the floor, scorch and moth-ruined blankets covered the beds, a few long-dead, unidentifiable herbs sat in the corner of the room. Claire proceeded through the gate door, it seemed that most of the doors had locking mechanisms, but that they were left unlocked, opened for some reason...
She tried to open the door that she had gone through so many times before, but it just wouldn't budge, sighing, she went to turn around, had it all been for not? Was this all some sort of ruse, or joke on the part of the Black Hand? Black Hand... Claire thought for a moment, she remembered that in the dreams she hadn't worn her gloves. Looking into her left palm, she shrugged, it was worth a shot. Pulling off her left glove, she placed the bare palm of her hand against the stone door. The door was cold, slightly damp, her hand a perfect contrast to it... A green fire shot out of her palm as the door opened, leading into another large, diagonal room. Two tattered flags with Bane's insignia sat on the walls, opposite of each other, an empty wine cabinet against another wall, but otherwise nothing... She didn't mind though. Claire had decided that it was likely her job to fill these halls with the adornments and materials, to make this building whole once more. She was curious now though as she continued to the other side of the room, down the staircase that had for so long eluded her, driven her curiosity...
She had never managed to go down this hall in her dreams, and her senses were on alert. The stairs had quickly turned into stone steps as she descended, and she had begun to notice small outlets in the walls for where bodies could be stored. She was obviously in a small crypt of some sort, that much had become obvious to her. Taking her time in going down the staircase, she found nothing trapped, it seemed almost as if there had been some sort of fight within the halls. The occasional tattered corpse dressed the halls, their skulls crushed, or a knife-based wound of some sort along their chest pointing to some sort of battle perhaps. Down she descended, she felt herself approaching something.
In her thoughts, she accidentally bumped into something. Quickly, her attention reverted to what was in front of her, and she nearly gasped. Looking up, she saw a huge statue dedicated to Bane himself. How someone had managed to fit such a piece of architexture in such a place was beyond her, but she wasn't about to question its presence. The statue had eliminated any doubts she had, and her pace was brisker now. She approached another large wall, a seemingly dead end, but her intuition had kicked in by that point. Placing her left palm upon the wall, a slight burst of green flame seemed to shoot out of it once more as the tinkering and grinding of gears lowered it, revealing something she hadn't seen since her childhood...
An altar, black as the night itself, a slight green aura emanating from it, the room enveloped in the same aura, but lighter, smoother... It had been years since she had seen one of the Black Lord's altars, and the very sight of it was enough to cause tears of joy to begin to well up inside of her. Quickly approaching...
A snap of a trigger, gas pouring into the room... "No" she hissed, "NO!" The Banite picked up her pace, turning to run. The bell tolled midnight once more on the surface above her. Anyone would have run back to the surface, would have abandoned such a project, but for months this hidden shrine to bane had eluded her dreams. Her faith was too strong to give up now, and in the midnight hour, it was her job as a priestess to pay tribute to her unholy patron. Pulling out her holy symbol, she turned around once more. Claire kneeled beside the altar, giving praise to the Black Lord...
Her vision blurred as she looked forward, a statue of Exarch Fzoul on the other end of the room, a hand pointed at her, almost mockingly... She remembered a verse he had spread through the walls of the keep, her mind drifting to it...
Serve no one but Bane. Fear him always and make others fear him even more than you do. The Black Hand always strikes down those who stand against it in the end. Defy Bane and die - or in death find loyalty to him, for he shall compel it. Submit to the word of Bane as uttered by his ranking clergy, since true power can only be gained through service to him. Spread the dark fear of Bane. It is the doom of those who do not follow him to let power slip through their hands. Those who cross the Black Hand meet their dooms earlier and more harshly than those who worship other deities.
Her vision began to blacken, the poisonous gasses filling her lungs as she took staggered breaths, looking forward at the Black Altar, at the statue of the Exarch.
A dark figure before her in her failing vision, transparent, but his face apparent enough, smirking...
Blackness...
Claire woke up, her forehead resting against the coolness of the altar, her hands still clenched around the holy symbol, her whole body was slightly numb. Looking up, she saw that the gas had all but dissipated. Somehow she had survived...
Had she hallucinated? Was this some sort of test? Had her mind somehow managed to connect to the plane of Banehold to produce the being before her? These and many other questions filled her head as she stood up. Such questions were pointless at that moment, all that would be needed to kick-start up her project of multiple years was before her, and she wasn't about to let it leave her grasp so easily.
Over the course of the next few days, she would spend her time collecting furniture from where she could, fresh bedding for the barracks, herbs and rags for cleaning the building, cloth for new banners, and many more supplies and sundries...
// www.4shared.com/get/AeFowQyu/Bane_Temple.html (both an ERF and a module version included. Consists of a 7x5 floor, most of the space unused, and a 5x5 floor underneath it. Module version has a key on the floor near where you would spawn for ease of access in looking around.)\\
EDIT: Clarified some mistypes, spell checked, and went into a bit more detail at intervals. Probably didn't need to but it was going to bug me if I didn't!
