Faith and hope

[Fuzziebunny]

We left the Second Wind together. Brothers Andelain and Drake had led the way and Duncan and I had walked close together behind them. We were silent for the most part, each of us lost in our own thoughts. I remember that the day was beautiful. The sky was that glorious clear blue that only seems to manifest once a season. As we walked together down Pioneers Way, the sunshine glittered off the hints of silver and gold in our armor. It casts bright pools of light onto the surface of the dark earth. I watched the lights flicker and spin like bright shadows as we walked past the dead fields. What could I say that could make any of this better? How does one comfort someone who has had the light and grace of their Lord taken from them?

After the long walk, we gathered together in the court yard of the LaCroix manor. Duncan stood at my side as their story unfolded. As we listened to their tale of the undead woman I watched their faces carefully for signs of corruption. But I could only find sorrow and remorse. It is not in me to doubt two such proven warriors of the Three. If they say that they wish to atone before the Church, then I can do no less then offer them that chance. I am one of the youngest priestess among the faithful here in Sundren. And I know I lack the wisdom of the more experienced. But, I have seen enough to know that faith lies in the heart. Nothing I do can fix either man. But I can give them the tools they need to find their own way.

In then end I made a decision based on a feeling instead of logic. I took them to the Spine. Perhaps I should have consulted Lord Tornbrook. But I felt that time was of the essence. It is better that they reflect and pray in seclusion then sit among the citizens of Sundren. They are away from the vicious rumors and gossip that reveal in their loss. I will pray with them and hope that here among the ice and storms they have chance to really think about what it is their Lord demands. Are they truly doing their Lords will, or have they changed his words to what they want it to mean? I will fast and pray, and then I will seek out Lord Tornbrook.

[Starrizer]

Sitting at the little table inside the Inn, Drake remains concentrated on the task at hand. Tyr's amulet in both hands his head bows - he prays. He seems to recount each incident from the past and ordering them based on Tyr's Dogma.

"Undead - Reveal the truth. Slain - Right the wrong. Corruption of Body - Always be true and just. Upold the law, punish those who do wrong under so. Pray you Tyr I've done right, show me guidance if I've done wrong."

"Drow followed no God - Reveal the Truth. Wickedness of heart - Punish the Guilty. Drow brought in - right the wrong. Deserved fair trial - always be true and just. Uphold the law, punish those who do wrong under so. Pray you Tyr I've done right, show me guidance if I've done wrong."

He continues the list after with other incidents, such as confronting Sandro on use of magic, the Incident of the young girl dying by the reckless stealthy dwarf, when he met Landristin in the village of lizards and was not able to slay him due to them threatening to kill innocents. Following back as far as his misguided days. However with those he corrects to what actions should have been taken. However after every memory he always states:

"Uphold the law, punish those who do wrong under so. Pray you Tyr I've done right, show me guidance if I've done wrong.""

[Mournas]

http://grooveshark.com/#!/search/son...+Enlightenment (A good song to set the mood)

Waking abruptly from a deep sleep has become a common occurrence over the past few days. The sensation of a nagging dream, one that leaves its bearer fruitlessly attempting to wrest control of the dream as it fades into the ethereal recesses of ones memory. A sensation that would leave many with a presentiment of uncertainty; however, this is not wholly the case for Andelain. He has dealt with the hollowness left in the wake of a God departing him once before, although the circumstance regarding his prior experience was due to the death of his former patron - Kelemvor - and not through failure to uphold the tenants of his faith.

Upon stark reflection within the bitter cold embrace of the spine, Andelain has come to understand why Torm has forsaken him. It is not only a matter of failing his four fold duties, nor is it simply a matter of failure in his three fold Penance of Duty; he allowed himself to be duped into providing mercy to an evil undead entity.

Today is different, today he is certain. He now defiantly stands atop an icy wind-sheered bluff that overlooks one of many haunted ruins within the Spine of the World. The snow dances fervently before and around him. In his hand, he holds his holy symbol upright in an outstretched hand. His voice barely a whisper over the wind howling through the chasm below him.

"I understand why you have forsaken me and choose not to grant me favor. Your choice was wise as it has lead to the revelation of multiple truths that plague this vale. Without question, your punishment is just, and it is something that I wholly accept. You were compassionate enough to grant me favor after the loss of my former patron - for that I am forever grateful. You guided me then, and even in your disfavor you guide me still. I will not fail you again." He makes a quick downward diagonal motion with his hand. "I pray that you are willing to take another chance to hold me as a faithful once more. I will seek atonement, and it is then that I shall know your answer."

He looks down upon the ruins before him and silently watches as the wraiths and skeletons coalesce into their own forms. Holy symbol still in hand, he grabs a wand from his belt with his free hand. Upon the precipice of the bluff he conjures a small portal and steps through. As he steps through - his sword now in place of wand. His form appears amidst the undead, his sword wrathfully lashing out at the skeleton to his side as he bludgeons the skull of another before him with his holy symbol. He charges through the disfigured skeletal frame before him and plants a foot into the ground a few paces ahead. He bends his knees as he pivots to absorb some of the momentum and springs forth whence he came to charge the remaining wraiths. A few moments are all it takes to dispatch those that remain. He takes a look around for any that may have straggled, once satisfied he sheathes his blade and fastens his holy symbol back around his neck. He nods once and silently sets off through the wailing chasm towards the Grizzy's Embrace - his cloak trailing violently behind.