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Cadmus awoke suddenly, his clothes covered in sweat, his hands still trembling from the dream.
Shaking his head, the Dwarf looks out with sullen eyes.
"The visions grow worse with each passing night, the time of darkness fast approaches."
Slowly rising to his feet Cadmus picks up his breastplate and begins the task of polishing it to a mirrored gleam. The task had become second nature to the former wizard who was once shunned such armors due to their ability to interrupt his arcane magics, but that time, that man, had long since passed away. In its place stood a Dwarf renewed with hope and zeal, dedicated to the teachings of the Watcher.
The process that had cleansed his mind of its arcane knowledge had also weakened his body. The process the Mey Savak monks had used had been successful, but it had forever taken its toll on his strength.
Cadmus slowly began strapping the various pieces of armor to his body, completing the set of Full Plate armor he now wore with pride. The weight of such armor weighed heavily upon his shoulders, slowing his movements and hampering his ability to move freely. Cadmus now relied on the divine power granted in service to his god to provide him the strength to endure such a burden.
Closing his eyes and whispering a prayer to his diety, Cadmus was infused with a newfound strength, his muscles bulged and shifted under his armor, and slowly the encumbering weight faded away.
Perhaps it was simply his pride, or perhaps he simply wished to appear as a stalwart defender of his god's faith, but whatever the reason, Cadmus repeated this process each morning before venturing out of the temple barracks.
The newly ordained Cleric had spoken before his former consortium several days prior concerning his chosen path. He hoped that the members of the Arcanus Liberus would see fit to include him in their meetings, regardless of his lack of ability to practice the arts of the arcane.
Allies would be soon needed to confront the coming darkness, and Cadmus would need the support of any he could muster to shorn an adequate defense.
Slinging his warhammer at his side, and strapping his shield to his arm, Cadmus set out amidst the city streets in search of those who would respond to the call of aid when the time arises.
Shaking his head, the Dwarf looks out with sullen eyes.
"The visions grow worse with each passing night, the time of darkness fast approaches."
Slowly rising to his feet Cadmus picks up his breastplate and begins the task of polishing it to a mirrored gleam. The task had become second nature to the former wizard who was once shunned such armors due to their ability to interrupt his arcane magics, but that time, that man, had long since passed away. In its place stood a Dwarf renewed with hope and zeal, dedicated to the teachings of the Watcher.
The process that had cleansed his mind of its arcane knowledge had also weakened his body. The process the Mey Savak monks had used had been successful, but it had forever taken its toll on his strength.
Cadmus slowly began strapping the various pieces of armor to his body, completing the set of Full Plate armor he now wore with pride. The weight of such armor weighed heavily upon his shoulders, slowing his movements and hampering his ability to move freely. Cadmus now relied on the divine power granted in service to his god to provide him the strength to endure such a burden.
Closing his eyes and whispering a prayer to his diety, Cadmus was infused with a newfound strength, his muscles bulged and shifted under his armor, and slowly the encumbering weight faded away.
Perhaps it was simply his pride, or perhaps he simply wished to appear as a stalwart defender of his god's faith, but whatever the reason, Cadmus repeated this process each morning before venturing out of the temple barracks.
The newly ordained Cleric had spoken before his former consortium several days prior concerning his chosen path. He hoped that the members of the Arcanus Liberus would see fit to include him in their meetings, regardless of his lack of ability to practice the arts of the arcane.
Allies would be soon needed to confront the coming darkness, and Cadmus would need the support of any he could muster to shorn an adequate defense.
Slinging his warhammer at his side, and strapping his shield to his arm, Cadmus set out amidst the city streets in search of those who would respond to the call of aid when the time arises.