It has been quite a while since I recorded my journeys through Citadel. Partly, because The Shield Of Citadel wasn’t as strong as it once was which means less glory to talk about and secondly, because I haven’t had much to write about. After my friends Sergeant and Ruric went missing I sort of lost my will to carry on looking for the Hammer of Throrn.
Granted, I realize Throrn has led me to this point in my life for a reason, but I just feel like at the moment I’ve been lost both in faith and in my guidance. I’ve been doing nothing but praying for guidance and an answer to all my questions and it was this morning that I felt an urge to check my mail from the local guildhall. Usually, I send Rorrin for a simple task like this, but today I felt that it was important that I go and grab whatever messages I had.
Before I was able to pickup the messages I had to preach a testimonial in the local church about the many triumphs of Throrn, I had to bless the needy with encouraging words and helpful thoughts, and finally I wrote a joyous sermon full of rich Glory and Battle that showed the true power of Throrn. All this led me to working way past the hours of a normal day until no one was up except for me and Throrn. It was at this moment where I headed to the guild hall. Upon reaching there I greeting the obnoxious attendant at the gate and breezed towards my lockbox. It was at the moment of pulling out my recent letters where I heard my name mentioned by a small group of the others looking specifically for The Shield Of Citadel. Silently, a cleric approached me and spoke in my clerical tongue to tell me he as well had come to find me and just as he finished his first few sentences a loud elf came and declared he was joyously seeking the great cleric of Throrn Groehl.
Finally, a small group consisting of a spell caster of some sorts, a singer, and a Barbarian approached me as well. It was truly a moment of joy because Throrn had exceedingly answered my prayer by bringing many travelers of like minds and of…not like minds to come together to bring an end to this evil that had plagued Citadel for too long.
I talked briefly to the man I assumed was a bard and he passed on the relics, some that were full of the half breeds and others that were empty. I tried to explain my story upon receiving them, and relaying the many fights with the creatures known as Aboleths. It was through these stories that I realized we were not in the appropriate setting for this type of discussion and I led them back to the Shield of Citadel’s home. Quietly the bard…who appeared to fulfill his duties left as quickly as he approached me. Once his goodbyes were said we departed.
Upon reaching the doorstep Rorrin greeted us and I prompted handed him the cloaks of the travelers, in which he returned a rude gesture my way (typical rogue). The group was quite impressed not only with our selection of exquisite ales but as well with the many trophies from past glorious battles. I relayed many messages in a sermon like atmosphere about the many battles and about the dire situation we find ourselves in and it appeared as though they were eager to help. Whether for great fame… the elf, or through sense of duty, or because of eagerness to shed the blood of the wicked…they all wanted to know the next step.
And just as I started to talk about our missing friends a knock was heard at the door. A dwarven messenger came inside and explained that the local magister was asking us to appear before him. My initial thought was that this issue could wait seeing as how we had company, but I eventually realized that this sounded like a great opportunity to break in the new adventurers. So, I accepted the invitation and in the morning we departed. It was not a long journey south until we reached our destination and met with the man who had sent for us. He didn’t appear as a man of much worth to me even though he appeared to know good ale when he saw one. It appeared as though he was abusing his access to ale and was not using it for its true purpose as a means to bless you after glorious combat. It was obvious to me that this man hadn’t seen battle in some time so I almost frowned on this activity if it weren’t for the fact that it was such an expensive bottle.
So, he told us about these disappearing bodies from the local townsfolk who lived near the water and then how they’d reappear and start a fight. It sort of sounded like Aboleth activity and at the same time it sounded like something new. Either way I was intrigued. So, we decided to check out some of the dead bodies to see if they had a similar disease to that of previous Aboleth victims. The other cleric was eager to search them immediately which the magister wished us to wait until the morning. Soon we will find out some answer and soon we will end this threat. For Throrn!
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