“Truly the light is sweet, and a pleasant thing it is for the eyes to behold the sun”

– Ecclesiastes 11:7 KJV

The priest hurried through the streets, entering the Temple Square at the center of the city. A towering building in stark marble stood glowing in the darkness, empowered by the magic granted by Tempus, god deity of honor.

  He scurried through the entrance of the temple, paying no heed to the guards, acolytes and clerks as he heads directly to the throne room when the high priest waited for him. His naked feet made almost no noise as he dashed along the corridors and and into the main chamber. Without hesitation, the priest rushed to the throne where a man in white hooded robes sat silently. The priest glides to the throne, kneeling down and bowing, placing his palms and forehead on the cool, polished granite floor.

After many moments pass, the man in white robes spoke, his baritone voice echoing through the room: “Rise, and speak the truth.”

The priest moved to a kneeling position, folding his arms across his chest. “Your holiness, I bring the word of truth from the Order of the Broken Blade. They have found the Ones Who Walk and have watched their progress through the gazing stones.”

The cloaked man nodded his head slightly, pulling back his white hood to reveal a once handsome face now disfigured. He leaned forward, but only slightly.

“They have been given the Spark by their master, and he has diminished. They found both the Cave of Tranquility and the Hall of Mists. As foretold, they killed the evil spirit within the Grandfather Tree. Also, they have discovered the Key and unlocked the ancient Sarraukh Circles. Most recently, they made contact with the remaining members of the Neverwinter Nine, gaining access to the Skull.” He paused for a moment. “However, they seem unaware that they must find the staff before they can open the Gate.”


The high priest said nothing. He simply grunted and shifted slightly in his seat.

The priest blinked once, and continued the report. “I have been receiving reports from our followers all throughout the Sword Coast, and they all tell the same story. There are something wrong with the order of life and death. While some report that people that have died cannot be brought back to life with rituals, others tell stories of relatives that have died that returns. But not alive, but as terrible monsters having their own dark agenda in infiltrating the world of the living. I therefore ordered some research on these terrible creatures.”

Adon Cordell, High Priest of Tempus, sighed. “When did this problem begin?”

The priest paused for only a moment. “On the night of the Winter Solstice, on-“

“On the same night that the Ones Who Walk gathered to begin the fulfillment of the prophecy.”

“Y-yes.” The priest’s voice cracked. “Exactly.”

Adon sighed again. He stood slowly, and tapped his staff twice on the floor. “Summon the Archon,” he said grimly. “It is time for the Light to intervene within the Darkness. We will claim the Staff and put an end to this nonsense.”

The priest rose to his feet in a single, swift movement. He nodded quickly, bowed, and then turned, leaving the chamber with hardly a sound.



As it is written: “At Winter Solstice within the Year of the Scarlet Witch wise men shall gather to stand between Darkness and Light.”



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