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The begining of the fall - Confessions of a preacher
« on: August 28, 2021, 03:09:33 PM »
You can call me Preacher. My name is no longer important. It belongs to an increasingly distant and unreachable time and place.

Born and raised in Waterdeep, surrounded by naive adventurers with dreams of fame and fortune in the merciless monstrous dungeon of Halaster Blackstaff, it was only natural that the heroic ideal should also be awakened in me.

My father, a city guard, once met a paladin eager for a disciple, and so, in keeping with my aspirations, at age twelve I was left at his care. He was a good and just man, as I believe all Tyr's followers should be. Quite skilled with your sword too.

At twenty, it was my turn to take the vows and pursue my tutor's career as champion of the god of justice. My career as an adventurer began shortly thereafter. I traveled most of Faerūn spreading the word, and often the sword, in Tyr's name. After having served a decade, I was allowed to establish my own family. A beautiful wife, strong children and a small home in my homeland. Life was good and I could not ask for much more than that. We talked around the fire about leaving a career as a nomadic defender and establishing a quiet life in a city that was always in turmoil. But the gods had different plans.

In my travels I have known the best and worst of this world. Or at least that's what I thought. Until found by the Mist. That damn dark trap.
I was found by this vile entity on the outskirts of Waterdeep. I don't know why I was the victim of his abduction, even if I wasn't alone. So I thank Tyr every day for getting my family out of this tragedy. I pray that you remain safe in your world.

After the first few months, I stopped counting the days. It brought me no comfort, only bitterness at the distance from everything that was most precious to me. I try to understand Tyr's purposes in such an ordeal by allowing him to be dragged into a world where justice is just a twisted idea. The conviction that had been with me for most of my life seems to slip away every day. I constantly struggle with aberrations of this decaying land at the same time as I am caught up in conflict with myself. I'm no longer sure that Tyr's justice is in this place. And if it isn't, what am I doing here? What is my purpose and mission?

With each passing day, the only certainty that accompanies it is that I have to go home. And nothing and no one will stand in my way...
« Last Edit: August 28, 2021, 06:06:35 PM by Preacher83 »
"For not in my bow do I trust,
    nor can my sword save me.
But you have saved us from our foes
    and have put to shame those who hate us." Psalm 44.6-7

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Re: The begining of the fall - Confessions of a preacher
« Reply #1 on: August 28, 2021, 07:22:34 PM »
"Justice is served in many ways. Some of them are hard and mercyless"

Preacher's Diary

There is some wisdom behind this grim and macabre scenario. I'm beginning to realize that Tyr manifests differently in this place. Not even the deepest darkness can overshadow justice, but here it projects a light unknown to me before.
I see now that evil has perverted goodness and subtly acts through innocent looks and gestures. I feel my vigor renewed in anticipation of rediscovering my purpose in this ordeal. Mercy is a trap, but I still don't know what to do with this information...
May justice guide me and doubt not stop me.
« Last Edit: August 31, 2021, 01:32:58 PM by Preacher83 »
"For not in my bow do I trust,
    nor can my sword save me.
But you have saved us from our foes
    and have put to shame those who hate us." Psalm 44.6-7

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Re: The begining of the fall - Confessions of a preacher
« Reply #2 on: September 01, 2021, 12:14:11 PM »
"There is real virtue in this place? Or kindness is just deceiving?"

As the last time I set out to write this diary, Tyr's presence still seems far away. I haven't felt him for days and the powers he had given me to serve him have been taken away.
I do not doubt his existence even in this doomed land, but it has been a heavy burden to serve justice in a land where it seems twisted and its god silent.
But today I met kind souls who helped me to correct the scales of justice by eliminating a hundred undeads under a church owned by a god know as The Morning Lord. The most violent undeads I ever met, by the way.
Liliana, a kind and resolute cleric of this unknown god, helped me with my doubts. And so is Isa, a young woman from Faerun, who has given me my hope back by being a devotee of Tyr in this place too.
However, I still don't know if it was a great blessing or a trap to trust mortals while my god remains far away. Time will tell
« Last Edit: September 01, 2021, 12:18:04 PM by Preacher83 »
"For not in my bow do I trust,
    nor can my sword save me.
But you have saved us from our foes
    and have put to shame those who hate us." Psalm 44.6-7

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Re: The begining of the fall - Confessions of a preacher
« Reply #3 on: September 02, 2021, 09:11:08 PM »
"You have to change many times to stay in the same place"

After days of absence and silence, Tyr heard my prayers. My gifts started to return. Despite this, something looks different. I feel an unknown presence around me, yet somehow familiar. Perhaps Tyr manifests in other ways in this place, just as justice itself has an unusual character here.
While assisting the priestess of the church, I was faced with the horror of children turned into abominable undead. I long to find the sick mind behind these acts. It will be judged by steel and fury, without mercy, and I will bring terror to all of his kind. And may Tyr's hand guide my sword.
"For not in my bow do I trust,
    nor can my sword save me.
But you have saved us from our foes
    and have put to shame those who hate us." Psalm 44.6-7

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Re: The begining of the fall - Confessions of a preacher
« Reply #4 on: September 04, 2021, 10:44:39 AM »
"Death is certain, life is not"

The days seem lighter in this dark place. I feel stronger and stronger and many abominations have fallen before me. I realize that people here have accommodated themselves with their sorry condition and resignation in the face of the death that stalks them every night.
I've been trying to help them by eliminating what evil I can around Vallaki, but it's as if my efforts contain only a drop of the lingering evil of this dark world.
I can't stop, but I sure need to be more power. I've been begging Tyr to strengthen me to serve justice, but I'm afraid his contribution alone isn't enough around here.
Until I have this answer, I continue my mission.
"For not in my bow do I trust,
    nor can my sword save me.
But you have saved us from our foes
    and have put to shame those who hate us." Psalm 44.6-7

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Re: The begining of the fall - Confessions of a preacher
« Reply #5 on: September 15, 2021, 07:02:28 AM »
It's been some time since I've written on these pages.

I've kept myself busy trying to understand and help these people, even though it feels like I'm just clearing the way for something worse, as if evil makes up for the aberrations I eliminate with a worse kind of monstrosity that fills the vacuum I've left.

I have led many foreigners in what I call balancing the scales of justice, destroying the undead and other evil creatures that plague this place. But I believe my own words less and less. Tyr seems present and distant at the same time. I feel the urgency of his law being established here, but also the lack of power to do so. I still don't know how, but I need to find ways to carry out my mission. May Tyr help me. Or anyone else...
"For not in my bow do I trust,
    nor can my sword save me.
But you have saved us from our foes
    and have put to shame those who hate us." Psalm 44.6-7