Order of the Spear

The Missing Colors in the Tapestry

Seated in an open common area around a fire pit, Planthryss offers what she knows of the gods…“Long has my kin followed the wisdom of Wylde from before memories became solid. My mother was a shaman and hers before her and so it was when elves danced under the sun and moon. Wylde is what we might refer to as the consort of Alyxann and together they formed life on this world. Their union brought balance to this world and almost destroyed it as well. He forged our spirits or souls and she our physical bodies. In their joy, they had offspring who grew to be jealous of their parents and began a rebellion. A war took place both in the upper and lower planes and here upon this very soil. Of their many children, only six remained standing…”
As she paused with obvious sadness, dispelling the hush that had come over the gathering, the server resumed their passing of mead-filled mugs from the casks lining the edge of the open tavern. Plates of food were filled and distributed from the fire pit outward among those gathered. The squad ate heartily of the delicious food and drink. The colorless vegetables seemed to make up for it in flavor. Linfors picked at his food and tried to listen. Often he would find himself lost in thought, but not of what was being said by the druidess, but by the sword. His father had told him that he should respect others until or unless they had proven themselves unworthy of it. So, he tried mightily to remain focused and tune out the sword’s constant assault.
“It is a sad and unfortunate tale to tell, but when the dust began to settle, there stood Fandrake, god of order, law, and dragons, his symbol is a multi-headed wingless dragon, Rhonnys (ron-nis), god of battle and skill at arms, his symbol is a Bloodstone set in armor or weapon with intricate etchings, and Banyszekk, (ban-i-sekk), god of perfection, light, and beauty. His symbol is a gilded mirror, with Alyxann and Wylde. Battleofgods
These five stared down at Thuull (thew-all), goddess of magic. Her symbol is a series of swirling shapes, and her consort Uton (oo-tawn), god of humanoids, bunched and corded muscles gripping and re-gripping his mighty weapons in open frustration, his symbol is a club crossed with a great sword.
Behind these two shifted Kastyggia (cast-i-jia), goddess of night, shadow, and the undead. She has no symbol and her worshipers tend to wear all black. Her mournful scream at the loss of her lover, Geryll, the god of demon-kind, is the chilling wail of the banshee.
Fandrake dropped the lifeless corpse of Geryll at his feet with the other dead gods from both sides and they slowly dissipated into the magical mists that blanket this world.
What transpired after the battle is still unknown, but it is believed that Alyxann and Wylde had not the heart to punish more of their children and so they returned to their home plane to mourn. The remaining deities battled on. The dragon, the warrior, and the mirror gaining the upper hand. When it seemed as though the rebellious trio would lose, the Fae intervened flowing over Thuul and Uton and dissolving them. They have not been seen nor heard from and this world has had little contact with its deities since. There is a lake above Alyxann’s Throne in which the drake and the darkness still struggle to this day. The water of this lake is said to have been imbued with the knowledge of the gods. You might wonder why we are not all partaking of this fruit of the gods. But, if one were to survive the arduous trek, and the dragons that are drawn to its shores, both living and undead, there is a risk in the water itself. Others have braved the risks only to be mutated into shadows or dragons. But still others have been cured of illnesses of both body and mind.”
With this revelation she looks down the length of the table to lock eyes with Linfors who appears to be pondering and calculating the risks involved in such a journey. All the while, the constant barrage of the sword scoffs at the “magical” effects of water.

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Cohen listens intently to the story being told. Writing as much down as he can in one if his travel notebooks while holding Dawn in his arms, unless one of the party is willing to hold her.
His trust is building, but doesnt want to take the story at face value. He is willing t drink from tjis pool of water as one of his domains is Knowledge. Very interested.

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“You seem have a somewhat detailed knowledge of the history of the Gods. Especially their war. You dont know per chance their weapons they used in their conflict?” Asks Cohen almost greedily. It is an area he has not had access to ever and wishes to embody Allyxann as closely as he can. Also, educate the rest of the world in the Gods habits and mannerisms.

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“We should go to the lake…for many reasons…” Linfors states.

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“…and the promises of women.” Linfors is a man of his word. Tannis will be greatly disappointed if instead they have to fend off a dozen dragons.

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Linfors’ internal monologue: ’it’s a gamble, I know…but what’s more likely: women or a swarm of dragons at a mountain lake?…"

The Missing Colors in the Tapestry
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