Zhentil Keep - The Tesh-Wave Inn. Three months ago.
-Lametil, you are commanded by the Deep Mystery Eaghen to report to the Temple, at once.
A bearded man, black haired, stout and tall as nature favor the men of the Moonsea, was sitting on a chair, drinking quietly a mug of warm ale, before the two emissaries of the Church entered the inn. As the first one finished his speech, the man raised, and without a look for the assembly, nor the unfinished pint, left the room.
The Foreign Quarters of the Keep hadn't suffered too much of the siege subsequent to Cyric's downfall, a few years ago, and in anyway, the citizens had viewed the ruination of a large portion of the city simply as an excuse to rebuild it. The streets were swarming with activity, merchants yelling at the potential customers, zhent troopers patrolling the streets, and slave merchants taking by surprise the few souls who were unfortunate -or silly- enough to drink a bit too much the last night, and found sleeping in the streets.
The distance between the Tesh-Wave inn and the temple was short, but highly enjoyable to Hoshar Lametil, Deadly Adept of the Black Hand. It was another concreet display of what the Dark Blessings of Bane could provide to the city of Zhentil Keep. As he was crossing the place of Punishments, in front of the church, he carelessly slapped the face of a man trapped in stocks.
He entered the large building of the church and made his way through the many doorways, corridors and rooms, to the office of the Deep Mystery Eaghen.
-Ah! Lametil. You must wonder why I honor you of this meeting.
-Indeed, Deep Mystery of the Black Hand.
Hoshar bowed, and stood at attention, awaiting for Eaghen to inform him about the reasons of his presence.
-I have here a notification coming from the High Imperceptor Fzoul Chembryl himself, to send an agent of the Black Will on a mission in a distant country. Are you interested ?
-Anything for His Dark Desires, Deep Mystery!
-I have assumed so, indeed. You are a promising adept, Lametil, this is why I believe I may rely on you to achieve this difficult and delicate task. Of course, would you come to fail in any point, you would meet your doom in a harsh and painful manner.
-It is the will of the Black Lord to strike upon those who stand against Him. I shall be his crushing fist, if you entrust me with this mission.
-Aye, aye. Let us get to the point. Have you ever heard of the Icewind Dales ?
-All I know is that this is a region located far away in the north-west.
-Exactly. There, west of the Spine of the Word, north of the city of Luskan, is a region called Sundren. Our Lord of Darkness, through our liege Fzoul Chembryl, have let us know that he shared some interest into that part of Faer?n. Actually, we know that there are already some men of the cult in place there. We want you to head to this region, and witness by your own eyes the progress of the cult.
-My Lord, Bane's will is my will.
-This might sound like an easy task, but you will soon understand that your mission in Sundren will not be as simple as it sounds. It appears, following our reports, that those of our order there in Sundren, have misjudged their role, and done mistakes after mistakes.
-If you allow me to ask, what do you mean, Deep Mystery ?
-They settled in the region as vulgar ruffians, and attempt to seize power by brutal force. This is in our ways to strike upon those who stand against His Will, but we dislike this course of action as it goes against the laws of the country. This will not serve our goals, as distrust will be in the heart of the Sundreners before even our cult may seize any influencial power, politic or religious. We, Banites, are not meant to hide in the shadows, strike and run. There are little hopes that our brothers in place in Sundren will achieve anything that way, fighting openly against the inhabitants of Sundren.
-Certainly, you are right.
-This is why you are sent there. Attempt to reason those men, and to make them understand. As you arrive in Sundren, all must know that the Black Hand is the One Who Strikes, the Hatred, and the Most Feared. Not just a band of brigands ransoming the countryside. As you progress and get more seasonned, we want you to seize power and influence in that region. As you understood, this will require of you more subtlety than brutal force. Be strong, tactful, and feared. Now prepare for your travel, and go as soon as you will be ready.
Hoshar Lametil departed at once. There was of course no problem reaching Secomber, along the Black Road. He then headed to Luskan, and engaged the trails and uncivilized paths through the wild of the Spine of the World, eventually reaching Sundren after a three months long travel.
-Lametil, you are commanded by the Deep Mystery Eaghen to report to the Temple, at once.
A bearded man, black haired, stout and tall as nature favor the men of the Moonsea, was sitting on a chair, drinking quietly a mug of warm ale, before the two emissaries of the Church entered the inn. As the first one finished his speech, the man raised, and without a look for the assembly, nor the unfinished pint, left the room.
The Foreign Quarters of the Keep hadn't suffered too much of the siege subsequent to Cyric's downfall, a few years ago, and in anyway, the citizens had viewed the ruination of a large portion of the city simply as an excuse to rebuild it. The streets were swarming with activity, merchants yelling at the potential customers, zhent troopers patrolling the streets, and slave merchants taking by surprise the few souls who were unfortunate -or silly- enough to drink a bit too much the last night, and found sleeping in the streets.
The distance between the Tesh-Wave inn and the temple was short, but highly enjoyable to Hoshar Lametil, Deadly Adept of the Black Hand. It was another concreet display of what the Dark Blessings of Bane could provide to the city of Zhentil Keep. As he was crossing the place of Punishments, in front of the church, he carelessly slapped the face of a man trapped in stocks.
He entered the large building of the church and made his way through the many doorways, corridors and rooms, to the office of the Deep Mystery Eaghen.
-Ah! Lametil. You must wonder why I honor you of this meeting.
-Indeed, Deep Mystery of the Black Hand.
Hoshar bowed, and stood at attention, awaiting for Eaghen to inform him about the reasons of his presence.
-I have here a notification coming from the High Imperceptor Fzoul Chembryl himself, to send an agent of the Black Will on a mission in a distant country. Are you interested ?
-Anything for His Dark Desires, Deep Mystery!
-I have assumed so, indeed. You are a promising adept, Lametil, this is why I believe I may rely on you to achieve this difficult and delicate task. Of course, would you come to fail in any point, you would meet your doom in a harsh and painful manner.
-It is the will of the Black Lord to strike upon those who stand against Him. I shall be his crushing fist, if you entrust me with this mission.
-Aye, aye. Let us get to the point. Have you ever heard of the Icewind Dales ?
-All I know is that this is a region located far away in the north-west.
-Exactly. There, west of the Spine of the Word, north of the city of Luskan, is a region called Sundren. Our Lord of Darkness, through our liege Fzoul Chembryl, have let us know that he shared some interest into that part of Faer?n. Actually, we know that there are already some men of the cult in place there. We want you to head to this region, and witness by your own eyes the progress of the cult.
-My Lord, Bane's will is my will.
-This might sound like an easy task, but you will soon understand that your mission in Sundren will not be as simple as it sounds. It appears, following our reports, that those of our order there in Sundren, have misjudged their role, and done mistakes after mistakes.
-If you allow me to ask, what do you mean, Deep Mystery ?
-They settled in the region as vulgar ruffians, and attempt to seize power by brutal force. This is in our ways to strike upon those who stand against His Will, but we dislike this course of action as it goes against the laws of the country. This will not serve our goals, as distrust will be in the heart of the Sundreners before even our cult may seize any influencial power, politic or religious. We, Banites, are not meant to hide in the shadows, strike and run. There are little hopes that our brothers in place in Sundren will achieve anything that way, fighting openly against the inhabitants of Sundren.
-Certainly, you are right.
-This is why you are sent there. Attempt to reason those men, and to make them understand. As you arrive in Sundren, all must know that the Black Hand is the One Who Strikes, the Hatred, and the Most Feared. Not just a band of brigands ransoming the countryside. As you progress and get more seasonned, we want you to seize power and influence in that region. As you understood, this will require of you more subtlety than brutal force. Be strong, tactful, and feared. Now prepare for your travel, and go as soon as you will be ready.
Hoshar Lametil departed at once. There was of course no problem reaching Secomber, along the Black Road. He then headed to Luskan, and engaged the trails and uncivilized paths through the wild of the Spine of the World, eventually reaching Sundren after a three months long travel.

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