Caspar, the High Cleric of Tyr stood in front of a great assembly with no desire to hide the sadness from his features. The crowd, dressed from head to toe in black, watched silently as he straightened his plain tunic and took a deep breath, clearing his throat.
"My people. I stand here before you to deliver grave news indeed. In the last 24 hours, we have lost not just one, but two great paladins of our order to the darkness. Balthasar, trusted brother and friend for many, many years, was faced with a crisis of faith. A crisis of such magnitude, even his great willpower could not help but buckle under the strain. He went forth from this place no longer a brother, but fallen and disgraced. His intention some might claim was pure. He wanted to do what he had already done many times before. He wanted to save Sundren. But in order to do so, he was willing to consort with clerics of the lowest of evil deities, Bane and Myrkul.
Had this been the end of this transgression, then my heart would not today be so heavy, but I am sad to tell you that another of our brothers followed, and with a wholly different intention. We know only what the few survivors have reported, but all we can be sure of is that Baragorn killed Balthasar, and prevented him from achieving the sole purpose of the selling of his soul. Now I am no paladin, and I am sure that many paladins would applaud him for his actions. But I will not remember his name with fondness nor cheer, for where one could have been saved, now two are eternally lost. He murdered the man he had once called brother, and as a result of his actions, he himself has been killed, and his death was almost that of eight other people at the same time. His irresponsible actions could have resulted in victory for the lich Averganon, and as such, I cannot condone what he has done. The Anti Phylactery and its host are still very much alive, squatting in some extra planar pocket, and now both Baragorn and Balthasar are lost to us."
Caspar's speech was clearly not over, but the hairs on his neck began to stand on end, and his ears began to burn. Something evil was afoot... and it didn't take long for him to see what. Balthasar was striding directly towards him, carrying the head of Baragorn D'Locke. And he was certainly no longer human.
"See now the results of your pathetic faith, priest." The creature spoke, his voice echoing and feral. "Your brothers are dead, and I am become immortal!" With a cackling laugh, he hurled the severed head of Baragorn at Caspar, and with a deafening thunderclap, he was gone as fast as he appeared. Caspar gaped at the spot where he had stood, his mouth opening and closing a few times.
"Balthasar..." He whispered sadly as a single tear rolled down his cheek.
"My people. I stand here before you to deliver grave news indeed. In the last 24 hours, we have lost not just one, but two great paladins of our order to the darkness. Balthasar, trusted brother and friend for many, many years, was faced with a crisis of faith. A crisis of such magnitude, even his great willpower could not help but buckle under the strain. He went forth from this place no longer a brother, but fallen and disgraced. His intention some might claim was pure. He wanted to do what he had already done many times before. He wanted to save Sundren. But in order to do so, he was willing to consort with clerics of the lowest of evil deities, Bane and Myrkul.
Had this been the end of this transgression, then my heart would not today be so heavy, but I am sad to tell you that another of our brothers followed, and with a wholly different intention. We know only what the few survivors have reported, but all we can be sure of is that Baragorn killed Balthasar, and prevented him from achieving the sole purpose of the selling of his soul. Now I am no paladin, and I am sure that many paladins would applaud him for his actions. But I will not remember his name with fondness nor cheer, for where one could have been saved, now two are eternally lost. He murdered the man he had once called brother, and as a result of his actions, he himself has been killed, and his death was almost that of eight other people at the same time. His irresponsible actions could have resulted in victory for the lich Averganon, and as such, I cannot condone what he has done. The Anti Phylactery and its host are still very much alive, squatting in some extra planar pocket, and now both Baragorn and Balthasar are lost to us."
Caspar's speech was clearly not over, but the hairs on his neck began to stand on end, and his ears began to burn. Something evil was afoot... and it didn't take long for him to see what. Balthasar was striding directly towards him, carrying the head of Baragorn D'Locke. And he was certainly no longer human.
"See now the results of your pathetic faith, priest." The creature spoke, his voice echoing and feral. "Your brothers are dead, and I am become immortal!" With a cackling laugh, he hurled the severed head of Baragorn at Caspar, and with a deafening thunderclap, he was gone as fast as he appeared. Caspar gaped at the spot where he had stood, his mouth opening and closing a few times.
"Balthasar..." He whispered sadly as a single tear rolled down his cheek.
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