Aerith

Painted Palm, meet the Chosen.

Why am I here again?

So why am I here again? Oh yes, to stop these people from bringing about the end of time…

I find myself in the company of the half-orc Paladin of Ghul’Hadad, a human(?) cleric of Dalan, the half-elf arcane archer, a gnome sorcerer, a eladrin lore master, and myself, a humble monk of the painted palm.

I remember clearly being sent into this place with several others of my order to find and obtain objects of interest. Particularly an artifact that was of considerable interest. I remember not finding any evidence of finding any such object so I went to survey other buildings to see what they might yield, my sisters instead went to investigate another part of the city. In this place of the dead there has been no living creature I have ever seen here, then I see instead a half-elf walking down the street as if it is no big deal at all. Once I followed him for a period of time I left to find my sisters and share with them the revelation of the half-elf so I might not have to face him alone. But there was an explosion and I found my sisters dead and some stripped and dumped into the deep crater near their place of death. So alone I would have to go, I turned approached the half-elf and asked if they knew about the guardians near my sisters. The half-elf, with an elf with him, was playing dumb (or perhaps being dumb, that is yet to be seen) I instead turned and approached to question the remainder of his party that had started a large bonfire in the middle of town. They did not know anything more about the guardians than I did, except that they were the ones that stripped my sisters are were using their robes as material for their clothing.

There was some discussion of where to go next, a few of the group figured out that the tower in the middle of this place was an inescapable prison, and their bardic friend was now stuck inside. There was talk of suicide rescue missions, but ultimately the group decided to move on until such a time that they could save him. The decision was then, where to go. The group was being led by this bard on some great journey to take out a vampire princess as they explained it, and west was the only idea they had to go with. So the decision was made to go west until they found the island of Se’rei. The way they spoke it sounded like they wanted to wake up the gods… which all together doesn’t sound all that awful, except for the fallout it would no doubt cause. This has been something my order has been preparing for, perhaps going with these people I might be able to help them and lessen the damage. Time will tell, patience is going to be the key.

Some time later the group and myself traveled to the coast where there happened to be a small port city where the locals played dumb with us until the Fellen showed them his talents with making lavish living arrangements, even if for only one night. The people seemed open enough after that, the paladin, the arcane archer, and the gnome were able to find out what they needed to know and we left for the north.

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