Entry #173 - The Temple of Mystra

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(G173 09/08/2013 Fri via Roll20 - JF, AP(GM))

[Here are some of more of my notes taken during my time in Cormyr. Note to self : Sort out notes! I appear to have written Corum's adventures on the reverse pages of my own undertakings.

I should really pay a scribe to get this all sorted out!]

DAY 204 (1 Marpenoth)(October) continued....

I appear to have trapped myself! Anyway, I am waiting for 'rescue' now but I'm sure I could think of something or just go deeper into the temple, but anyway, while I am waiting I will jot down in my journal how I managed to get into this mess. It will pass the time and maybe explain to those who find (Hoho! That's it Rollo lad, keep your spirits up!) my body if I never get out alive!

It was midnight and I had a sort of plan formulating in my head, but first I popped back to the inn to discuss it with TD before he left. But he had left, and according to the landlord it was on horseback, so it looked like we'd not have further help from him.

So, since we could not use TD as a source of authority I recalled Jiggles and we formulated a plan. Myself and Shump would go in to the temple and do the three day indoctrination thing while the others stayed outside incase a rescue was needed.

In the morning the half-orc and I went up to the temple and the others went to ask around in town for more information.

We were told to come back at twilight though so I took the opportunity to take a look around also and talked to Orlenstar Thirthorn in the God's Grove, and area east of the town used for picnics and weddings. Thirthorn was a druid and told us a little about the new temple.

I gave my name as 'Ollor Savis' and my half-orc friend as 'Nigel'.

Thirthorn wasn't keen on the new temple to Mystra and found the cleric to be 'false'.

We heard similar opinions at 'Han's Herbs and Medicine' as well as rumours about prisoners being sent to the temple and going missing and others going up there and never coming back.

We had lunch at a tavern near the watchhouse were I talked to a watchman for a while. He assumed that the 'disappearing people' went to a training place 'further up the river.'

I checked at the Boathouse and other places but the Temple did not hire or own any boats for this purpose.

We also took the precaution of renting two rooms in a house next to the Temple where the others would wait while 'Nigel' and I went in. When we entered we were greeted by Fembrys and there were also 'three other fuds' as Nigel said waiting for the enrolment.

Fembrys warned us all that 'The next three days will be tough! But you will eventually learn the secrets of the Starnicom.'

We were taken through to the petitioners quarters and assigned bunks. We were told to remove all our clothes and equipment and put on petitioner's robes. One of the other woman refused to take off a ring of sentimental value though and was asked to leave.

From this moment on it was all about 'sitting in meditation', nightly ceremonies and daily chants, the jist of which was 'magic is born between the stars'.

It all seemed to be about making sure we didn't get any proper sleep though.

DAY 205 (2 Marpenoth)(October)

Another nightly service in the morning, then just three hours sleep and into the chanting again. Another short sleep and then right back into it. I was fine really, being a tough old adventuring type and so was Nigel. The two women were dead on their feet though.

Fembrys and Shan Thar were going about. I used Detect Magic and detected magical aura's on both of them.

DAY 206 (3 Marpenoth)(October)

More ceremonies and more chants. Just balderdash really.

Today I tried to talk to a couple of the guards but they were not much use. The one that talked the most seemed to really believe all the stuff Fembrys was saying and was a dedicated follower of Mystra. He said he'd been here a while and five to ten people had been going through this three day thing for the last eight months. So that was something like sixty people! He said they just went further in to the temple and he didn't know what happened to them after that.

DAY 207 (4 Marpenoth)(October)

Today I altered the plan slightly and sent Nigel home. He took his stuff and all of my stuff too, just to keep it safe and was to report back to the others that I would be coming further into the temple tonight.

I also cast Fire Trap on an old purse as a sort of alarm bell. When I dismissed that spell it would mean I was in trouble and needed help.

In the evening then, myself and the two remaining ladies entered the inner temple. It had a wooden door to the west which we had just come in and another to the east. There was an alter and two statues.

Here Fembrys waffled on about Mystra again and got out this black globe and told us to look on the 'Starynosis' for the 'knowledge that lies between the stars'.

As I looked on the globe I felt myself being hit by magic and knew that I had been bewitched! I complained to Fembrys about it but then snapped out of it.

He explained that this was the only way I was going to be allowed further into the temple though and continued. When I felt the magical effects again I stepped forward and knocked the globe from his hands.

'Stop that!' I cried.

'Sinner!' he retorted and two shadowy warriors appeared.

Well I'd had enough of this and went 'the full crocodile' and summoned four of my big scaly friends. They made short work of the shadow guards or whatever they were and slapped Fembrys around a bit with their tails. He ran for the door but I woodshaped it shut.

He banged on it, calling for the guards. I asked him to surrender but he would not, so I ordered a croc to knock him senseless, which it did.

I went over and made sure he would live then relieved him of his weapons and valuables and tied him up. After that I gave the chamber I was in a good old search, checking the altar and both statues. I found nothing that looked like keys so used a 'Stone Shape' spell to get around the east door.

It fell backwards and revealed a shadowy and mysterious corridor leading further in. At that point I decided to think for a while and sat down to write all of this!


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