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~A missive is hand delivered to Overblade Aruvven of Helm within the Helmite temple in the floating city of Sundren, the handwriting is remarkably elegant considering the, no-nonsense, man from which the words flowed. The missive is sealed with a wax sigil baring the symbol of Helm~
"He also serves who stands and waits and watches carefully."
Overblade Aruvven,
I, Ariovistus of Helm seek your council most honoured brother.
Within the recent passing of days I have begun to encounter, more and more, the insidious influence of corruption, vile heretics who hide behind the façade of ignorance and slippery words.
Most recent was my encounter outside the doors of the desecrated temple within the blighted lands of Argyle. There I did meet a group of magical practitioners, among them stood a Troll and a beast more hideous than any I have yet encountered in my travels, it seemed a floating eye of pulsing veins and numerous tendrils, each tendril itself ending in a smaller eye.
Such abominations found me steadfast and ready to purge the taint from the land, more so when they named themselves a band of wandering shape shifting magi.
As my intent became more apparent to them an attempt was made to placate me, claims that their words had merely been in jest began to spill forth, such foolish wit to be throwing around in so corrupt a place, if this is the seriousness by which our allies gird their resolve in the face of our enemies I find it little wonder that we, the Vigilant, find ourselves so hard pressed in our duties to keep the populace safe.
Judging the group to be deceitful I called upon the most divine grace of Lord Helm to reveal unto me the truth behind the lies.
"Careful planning always defeats rushed actions in the end."
Honoured brother, by the glory of our Lord it was revealed to me that one among the number, a dark skinned male in unusual clothing, was possessed by a corruption of the soul so overwhelming that I believe his very existence puts the purity of those around him in jeopardy.
This man had introduced himself to me as one "Chalco Nextali" and claimed to be a follower of Tymora, goddess of luck, the very mention of the deity upon his vile lips felt like blasphemy to my ears.
Knowing little of this man besides the name with which he identified himself and the seething corruption of his soul, I determined the best course of action was to warn his companions, for whom I could detect no signs of the vile taint and then withdraw to make full this very report.
Upon revealing the corruption within the man to his companions, this 'Chalco' attempted to divert attention away from my accusations by use of mockery and insult towards myself, my position and our Lord. His flippant display and silver gilt tongue appeared to keep his companions off balance and second guessing my own integrity.
Truly the common adventurer lacks the ability to discern the nature of those they entreat with, yet another indication that our continued presence and perseverance is both Just, and sorely needed. It concerns me that this man may have already embedded his insidious hooks into his companions for they were largely keen to dismiss my warning as the ramblings of a madman.
I left the group to their own devices, warning them once again to be wary of falling to the corrupting influences of Chalco Nextali lest the filth spreads to their own souls and marks them as yet more enemies of the righteous.
Time and again I find my divine mandate within the valley contested by the forces of wickedness and treachery, often I find myself stood alone against the tides and whilst this is my duty I find myself unable to do more than hold back a mere trickle of the flood that washes over the pure who yet remain on the valley floor.
"Never betray your trust,"
My armour remains in top condition, my blade ever holds it's keen edge, yet I feel these items alone are insufficient, they have served me well in my duties within my homeland of the Vilhon Reach, but this cursed valley requires more, more from both my own resolute faith and more from the tools with which I must wield in our eternal vigilance.
"The faithful must protect the weak, the unpopular, the injured, and the young and not sacrifice them for others."
In honour and glory to Helm.
I await your commands,
Ariovistus of Helm.
"He also serves who stands and waits and watches carefully."
Overblade Aruvven,
I, Ariovistus of Helm seek your council most honoured brother.
Within the recent passing of days I have begun to encounter, more and more, the insidious influence of corruption, vile heretics who hide behind the façade of ignorance and slippery words.
Most recent was my encounter outside the doors of the desecrated temple within the blighted lands of Argyle. There I did meet a group of magical practitioners, among them stood a Troll and a beast more hideous than any I have yet encountered in my travels, it seemed a floating eye of pulsing veins and numerous tendrils, each tendril itself ending in a smaller eye.
Such abominations found me steadfast and ready to purge the taint from the land, more so when they named themselves a band of wandering shape shifting magi.
As my intent became more apparent to them an attempt was made to placate me, claims that their words had merely been in jest began to spill forth, such foolish wit to be throwing around in so corrupt a place, if this is the seriousness by which our allies gird their resolve in the face of our enemies I find it little wonder that we, the Vigilant, find ourselves so hard pressed in our duties to keep the populace safe.
Judging the group to be deceitful I called upon the most divine grace of Lord Helm to reveal unto me the truth behind the lies.
"Careful planning always defeats rushed actions in the end."
Honoured brother, by the glory of our Lord it was revealed to me that one among the number, a dark skinned male in unusual clothing, was possessed by a corruption of the soul so overwhelming that I believe his very existence puts the purity of those around him in jeopardy.
This man had introduced himself to me as one "Chalco Nextali" and claimed to be a follower of Tymora, goddess of luck, the very mention of the deity upon his vile lips felt like blasphemy to my ears.
Knowing little of this man besides the name with which he identified himself and the seething corruption of his soul, I determined the best course of action was to warn his companions, for whom I could detect no signs of the vile taint and then withdraw to make full this very report.
Upon revealing the corruption within the man to his companions, this 'Chalco' attempted to divert attention away from my accusations by use of mockery and insult towards myself, my position and our Lord. His flippant display and silver gilt tongue appeared to keep his companions off balance and second guessing my own integrity.
Truly the common adventurer lacks the ability to discern the nature of those they entreat with, yet another indication that our continued presence and perseverance is both Just, and sorely needed. It concerns me that this man may have already embedded his insidious hooks into his companions for they were largely keen to dismiss my warning as the ramblings of a madman.
I left the group to their own devices, warning them once again to be wary of falling to the corrupting influences of Chalco Nextali lest the filth spreads to their own souls and marks them as yet more enemies of the righteous.
Time and again I find my divine mandate within the valley contested by the forces of wickedness and treachery, often I find myself stood alone against the tides and whilst this is my duty I find myself unable to do more than hold back a mere trickle of the flood that washes over the pure who yet remain on the valley floor.
"Never betray your trust,"
My armour remains in top condition, my blade ever holds it's keen edge, yet I feel these items alone are insufficient, they have served me well in my duties within my homeland of the Vilhon Reach, but this cursed valley requires more, more from both my own resolute faith and more from the tools with which I must wield in our eternal vigilance.
"The faithful must protect the weak, the unpopular, the injured, and the young and not sacrifice them for others."
In honour and glory to Helm.
I await your commands,
Ariovistus of Helm.