Ah, such cold nights are to be had this far north. Even with the flame in my blood, this place called Neverwinter is too cold for my liking. However, there is coin to be had and questions to be answered, so here I remain, if just for now.
After receiving a summons from a strange, bland man, I met him and others he had gathered to listen to him speak of a new temple in the region that he was skeptical of. Such concern was only fitting when he stated he himself was a cleric and I nearly walked out then and there, not caring for some small rivalry between religions or some cleric trying to shame another church doing better than his own. However, he went on to state that this temple was one dedicated to his own goddess, Mystra. Mystra, lovely, boiling lady of magic whose worship had tempted me as a child. Had things but gone differently, would I have been one of hers?
This temple, which claims to be in her name, is unknown by the rest of her clergy and the man before me, the cleric named Tannaster, had been attacked when he had visited it. Something was not right with this new temple and he pleaded with us to look into it. I didn’t know about the others he had gathered, but since he was willing to pay me to investigate a building of reputed beauty, I was more than content to agree.
An odd group, to be sure. A woman that says little, but I can see the wind in her veins and the sky in her eyes, calling herself naught but Silvie. A man, jovial but a bit… what would I say here? Bloodthirsty, but in a good way? Can there be a good way to be bloodthirsty? Anxious to fight? Certainly not fighting anxiously… guh, my mind wanders so. It’s hard to focus sometimes when you can hardly sleep through the night. What did that man say his name was? Tartarus? I must be imagining that. Another male, but this one an elf who seemed constantly distracted, giving a long name that he later shortened to Tris. Finally, a male who introduced himself as Orkin. Something about him makes my flesh crawl and my blood boil even more than before, but I can’t put my finger on it. His face? Perhaps.
Together, we went to this new, grand temple ‘dedicated’ to Mystra to see what secrets could be had there and, though it was lavish and quite a sight to behold, the fact that the interior of the temple was not just off limits to those dedicated to other faiths, but also to those professing her name… it seemed odd. I quaffed a potion that filled my blood with night, then slipped inside. Silvie and Orkin managed to follow. Inside, we saw a priest performing some ritual, but I couldn’t tell you if it was Mystra’s or not. I tried to slip past him, but only succeeded in revealing myself to him, his guards and all the others in the room behind him.
Embers, charcoal and bloody rain!
Even my usually silvered tongue couldn’t satisfy them why I was slinking about, but rather than escorting me out or asking me to leave, they attacked and we struck back. It was vicious, bodies and blood and burning shadow in my veins. I lashed out time and time again with the shadows in me and one by one my enemies began to fall. Falling like ashes, like rain, like…
The others managed to batter past the outer doors and help us and we soon found ourselves triumphant in a room of cowering worshippers, bleeding guards and a pair of clerics that breathed no more. The time for shadows has passed, now for answers or death.