After leaving the whelp in Mistress Venna's care, Sevastian headed for his chamber. Reaching his door he stopped and mumbled a few indecipherable words. As the last syllable left his lips, the door in front of him flared a painfully bright blue. Satisfied that no one had tampered with the door. Sevastian nodded and walked through. "I can't believe that no one has figured out that the door is an illusion." He thought to himself. "It's about time to change it though. Maybe I will use an Earth Elemental next." Removing his robe, he went to the pitcher of water on his table and washed the smell of the kitchen off. Putting on a new robe and setting himself at his desk, he pulled out some parchment and opened his inkwell. He just started writing when an intense blue-white light blinded him. Grabbing his temple tightly, Sevastian awaited the pain that always followed a summons from his god.
Awaking sometime later, Sevastian pulled himself up from the floor using his overturned desk as support. Wiping the blood from his nose, Sevastian surveyed his chamber. "It's worse than the last time, " he muttered to himself. Brushing at his ear, thinking a fly was buzzing around his head, he was shocked to feel blood running out of his ears.
Going back to his desk, he stooped down and rummaged around until he found the little silver vial. Steeling himself from the acrid taste of the healing potion, he threw back his head and quaffed it in a single gulp. Instantly the blood stopped flowing out of his nose and ears, and his hearing returned to normal. Changing his robe, again, he rushed to the temple.
Ascending the coral gray and blue veined marble steps to the temple, Sevastian noticed the doors were ajar. "I have to do something about this," he seethed. "We can't have just anybody rooting around in the temple."
Carefully opening the doors fully, Sevastian quickly looked around and at first glance, noticed nothing amiss. "Yes, I must do something." He stated aloud.
Striding toward the altar, Sevastian was startled by a noise from behind the altar. Pulling the rod from his belt, Sevastian quietly stalked to the edge of the altar, reading himself to strike. Quickly, he stepped around and raised his rod to strike. That's when he noticed the source of the noise. Slowly lowering the rod, he felt contempt rising up his spine as he surveyed the acolyte in front of him. Three bottles of wine surround the acolyte as he continued to snore softly.
Muttering the command word to activate the paralyzation effect on the rod, Sevastian bent over and tapped the passed out acolyte. Turning his back, Sevastian thought to himself, "I'll deal with him later. I can't keep Thelemar waiting."
Walking to the alcove to retrieve the items he needed for his communion with his god, he walked back to the altar and started his preparations. Lighting the brazier and candles, Sevastian took out his holy symbol and began praying. "Thelemar the Destructor, I call on you. Your humble servant awaits you enlightenment. Your servant is here to be enlightened by your presence." Sprinkling blood on the braziers, Sevastian bowed his head continued to chant.
The temperature in the room suddenly plummeted and Sevastian's breath billowed out in great clouds of steam.
"Rise my High Priest." A deep booming voice reverberated throughout the temple. "Have you done what I commanded?"
"Aye, my lord." Sevastian replied. "Though I question the necessity of it."
"You dare question your god!" Thelemar flew into a rage and Sevastian suddenly found himself flying through the air, hitting the far wall of the temple with a force strong enough to crack it from floor to ceiling. Sevastian slowly slid to a head at the base of the wall. The feeling of his broken body sent white-hot electrical fire up and down his nervous system. Sevastian wondered if he was dying.
