Aubrey stared at the ceiling of the temple as her body relaxed in the soft comforts of the bed. The past day had been one of the most taxing when it came to decisions to be made. She could allow her eyes to close, despite the exhaustion that enveloped her.
What had she done? Of all things inviting a necromancer into the temple to be rid of undead urns in the basement. The urns had been placed there as an insult to Berronar, but she felt she only added more insult to the injury indeed. Her mind recapped the events of the day and it made her stomach lurch and roll. She could taste the bile as it threatened to spew forth.
“Berronar, please forgive me for the way it was handled. I should have gone to Moridon’s temple and sought help there first. I beg that you find within your heart to forgive me in my misguided wisdom. I pray that I can have the strength and wisdom to say no to temptations in the future.”
The day had started on a good note, as we had recovered the diamond we had been sent after. Part of the treasures found was more gold than I had seen ever in my life. I couldn’t resist the urge to go and lay in the pile for a few minutes and rest my head in the shiny coins. We also found a magic carpet that flew, a scimitar, silver dragon scale armor and a giant leather belt.
The carpet went to Kitara. She was very excited to have it and really didn’t want to relinquish it anyways. The scimitar went to Atala. It seemed very light and it made striking things easier. I handed the silver dragon scale armor over to Foolship. It made me feel awful thinking about wearing it myself. Felt like wearing a living skin of a relative. Just not right. The leather belt was handed over to Sigurd. Sigurd seemed pleased enough to have it that he gave his gloves to Oswald.
I was blessed to receive alot gold and platinum. I started a fund for the church and with donations already have 5000 gold for use for renovations. As I said, the day had started out on a good foot. But needless to say it started down a darker path before long.
We arrived to the top of the pit we had sojourned down just the day before. Waiting at the top was a group that wanted our find. The bad part was, they were children. About 20 in all, which did not sit well with me at the idea of fighting with them. Instead, we threw about 500 gold to the streets, let them scramble for it and made a run for the temple.
Once at the temple we searched for an area to put the money for safe keeping, until we could return for it. We still had to go and turn in the diamond as contracted. It was then that we found the basement area with about 12 urns in it. Upon opening one of the urns, we discovered that it had an undead child in it. This sent off alarm bells in my head, why would the temple have something like that within it’s walls?
Upon further research we found out that a group call the Dustmen probably had left them there as an insult to Berronar. Needless to say, I had to find a way to get rid of them. I wanted to just go and destroy them, but it seemed that several of the party members were dubious and scared to do so. There wasn’t any talking them into it.
Oswald, Atala, and Sigurd went to gain information with a Necromancer about the urns. I could not bring myself to go to such a place of foulness. The rest of us returned to the temple to wait for their information. It was then that Sigurd returned first. He was drowned in his cups and slurry and belligerent. Not sure how he managed to get drunk but obviously he had enjoyed himself.
He informed us that Oswald had been cursed with the opening of the urns. The Necromancer had told him so. The worst part was that Oswald didn’t return to the church or a temple to remove the curse, he had agreed to let the necromancer kill him and return him to his body to get rid of the curse. I honestly didn’t believe that someone could be so foolhardy to do such a thing and that the alcohol was addling Sigurd’s recollection of things.
I was wrong. It seems that Oswald had more trust in a complete stranger that was a necromancer to kill him than to come to me to ask for help. I don’t know how I should feel about that actually. Forgiveness is in order, I suppose, for the foolish. The Necromancer had agreed to take care of the urns, but I couldn’t bring myself to do such a thing, at the time.
So I went to seek the help of the Harmonium, a faction in Sigil that dealt with harmony and peace in the city. We managed to find a group of six, but they were dealing with an issue at the time. To my dismay I witness them acting as judge jury and executioner to a merchant accused of cheating his patrons. They strung him up and hung him without blinking an eye.
Then SHE came along. I say that as she was a necromancer with about 6 undead minions following her. The Harmonium and her got into a battle and she killed two of them and the others fled. Kitara jumped in on the fight and magic flew from her fingertips to only bounce off the woman like rain drops to a tarp. I then stepped in to protect her as Kitara suddenly realized her mistake and began to cower in fear. I was not about to let this abomination touch sweet Kitara.
A standoff ensued and we managed to leave the situation without anything more than a few insults and threats between the two of us. We then made a decision that makes me regret ever listening to the others. I went to the necromancer that Oswald had dealt with and allowed him to remove the urns. Having those undead in such a holy place of Berronar sickens me. I am not sure I can ever find it in my own heart to forgive myself for such an unholy decision.
Sleep will be restless this night if any at all.