Pathfinder: The Phoenix Chronicles

A Prayer of thanks
Raised to the heavens by Brother X

Darkest of Fathers hear my prayers of thanks. In the embrace of slumber I awoke to find stout fellows to aid me in your cause. Their skills varied and ready to aid me in your dark justice. The goblin perverters of your perfect night fell before us and into our wake leading from their decrepit lair. Thank you Darkest of Fathers.

Beaten by your trials we soldiered on toward those we could save by your measured mercy. Your invisible hand guiding us to greater deeds of justice, through their pleads to return home. Thank you Darkest of Fathers.

We travelled safely through the nights. Your ancient call to the animals of the night alerting us to the presence of those who would follow. Your dark embrace comforting our sleep between travels beneath the punishing heat of the sun. Thank you Darkest of Fathers

As we travelled through abandoned farms, I saw that you had led us here to deliver vengeance against a foe yet to be met. Your watchful gaze from the shadows allowed us to deliver the surviving family to their home and others requiring the skills of your servant and those who travel in your glory. Thank you Darkest of Fathers.

Through your teachings I could see the people needed order and a path to avenge those who had taken from them. I began to convince the town smithy and a misguided Lightbringer of a plan you’d view smilingly. Structured, scheduled and ready to strike down those who had brought harm unjustly. Thank you Darkest of lords.

Once again your call to the nocturnal awoke us to their presence and aided us in our preparations by day. Order brought productivity and hope. My fellows took well to directing the commoners and we awaited our chance for justice as the goblins approached. Thank You Darkest of Fathers.

Adventurers and townsmen fought as one. Rebuking invaders at the walls and gate. Their numbers wearing us down up until a climatic fight. Caden fighting a succession of attackers from taking his remaining son as we arrived via your dimly lit grace. Bravely separating the Goblins from the boy and father. The selective touch of your icy justice deciding which of us that fell should survive. Thank you Darkest of Fathers.

I and many townsmen were spared but not those you justly called into the everafter to answer for their misdeeds in life. The scorching and scratches on the battlefield a reminder of your your stern and unerring justice. Thank you Darkest of Fathers.

May I observe your word obediently and rest in your dark embrace peacefully. Sharing it with all those just and worthy enough of your gift.

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Order, Darkness and pain.
A few things you may have noticed about Brother Xavier

I am not sure how observant each of you is but, after traveling and sharing quarters with brother Xavier for a few weeks, these are some of the things you may have noticed.

Xavier is nearly always neatening the space around him. Tavern tables are left wiped clean with empty cups and bowls stacked. His sleeping area and gear made or stowed perfectly. Battlefields policed for left tracks, new clues, lootable items with the fallen attended to. This often occurs naturally, casually and seemingly thoughtlesssly. Attempts to interrupt him can quickly meet resistance.

There is little subtlety to how Xavier studies what he is looking at. This makes it apparent that Xavier seems to care genuinely about how underlings are cared for by those in charge of them. Similarly, he would seem to be attracted to women with a certain intrinsic darkness or mystery to them or interesting tattoos or scars.

Xavier is VERY at ease in the darkness. He rarely avoids shadowy areas along the streets and is typically the last to suggest lighting a lamp or campfire. He seems happy to sit in darkness and when he prays, it is during the darkest hours of the night often shielded from the moon’s light. Sometimes this is accompanied by the sound of clanging chains.

Xavier occasionally transfers a coin at a time from his main purse to another nearly empty one.

He is heavily scarred even beyond any tales of previous battle or injuries he may have shared. The more astute of you may have noticed, old marks from manacles and a collar, whip marks on his back and that he occasionally returns to the group with fresh marks upon him.

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The ruined Temple of Darkness
my faith has pulled us through

It was a place that lived up to all the tales of lost dungeons promise. Darkness, Death, and Decay. Truly a place i should my lords power to be present. It’s corruption leaking out into the waters and animals outside, we crept inside unknowing what we’d find. A challenge we were worth of but, I don’t know if we would have braved it were we warned what laid ahead.

I still don’t truly know who’s temple this was to but, it’s design and themes were familiar to one such as me, raised under Zon Kuthon’s chain. Dark powers overflowed and twisted the former clergy(?) into creatures of undeath that awaited us behind every cracked wall and closed door. I doubt the others were as at ease here but, they pulled together to push past what we encountered. Skeletons, Zombies and horrors I had never seen before.

We were thrashed and felled but, my lords dark powers and the skills of others allowed to continually rise to the next scrum and eventually to that Dark chapel and it’s all powerful chalice. I hope to know it’s purpose soon but, It’s majesty is overwhelming. I was impressed with my fellows’ skill with blade, flame and song against those ghastly skeletons. I could barely stand the searing from being near one and the swordsman struck powerfully with his balanced blade.

In victory we rested briefly before our curious ladies led as down into the place’s truest peril. A horrid spitting abomination of eyes, teeth and tentacles. It would blind us and then attempt to eat poor Greyleaf but, my faith allowed me to be the true master of darkness and blindness. Zon Kuthon’s power guiding me through my own blindness while cursing it back upon that beast. We now look to move on proven and with not a small amount bounty from those dark halls.

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