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Artenen's Death Story | Rachel Skymoon and the High Priest Brotherhood

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The high priest and his brotherhood, their robes billowing in the wind, descended the winding path from their island mountain monastery, their footsteps echoing off the rocky cliffs as they made their way towards the water where a sleek sailing ship awaited their arrival.
 
The High Priest stood at the bow of the Artenen's Brigandine, gazing out at the turbulent waters ahead. Beside him stood Rachel Skymoon and her party, all united in their determination to reach the island of Mt. Trivian.

"The journey will be perilous," the High Priest said gravely. "But we must trust in the gods to guide us safely through these dangerous waters."

Rachel nodded, her hand tightly grasping the railing. She knew the journey would be difficult, but she was determined to see it through to the end.

As the ship set sail, the Priesthood brethren joined in prayer, asking the gods to protect them on their journey. The winds were strong and the waves rough, but the Artenen's Brigandine was a sturdy vessel, and it held steady against the elements.

As they sailed west, the party encountered a fierce storm. Lightning lit up the sky and the winds howled, threatening to capsize the ship. But the High Priest remained calm, calling upon the gods to calm the waters and guide them safely through the tempest.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the storm passed and the sun emerged from behind the clouds. As they approached the shores of Mt. Trivian, the party let out a cheer, grateful to have survived the journey.

As they docked at Port Trivian, the High Priest turned to Rachel, a look of gratitude in his eyes. "You are a brave soul, Rachel Skymoon," he said. "I am honored to have sailed with you on this journey."

Rachel smiled, tears of joy streaming down her face. "It was an honor to have your guidance, High Priest. Thank you for helping me to find peace and acceptance on this journey."

Together, they disembarked the Artenen's Brigandine, ready to face whatever adventures lay ahead on the island of Mt. Trivian.
 
The party rested at the port overnight, taking shelter at the cozy Kowsy Korner Inn. They enjoyed a warm meal and a comfortable bed, grateful for the respite after their long and treacherous journey.

The next morning, they set out on horseback, heading towards the dangerous Mt. Trivian. The trail was rough and unforseen, winding through dense forests and over rocky terrain. But the party was determined to reach their destination, and they pushed on through the hardships.

As they neared the base of the mountain, they encountered a mighty undead necromancer called the Unholy Stained of the Damned. The creature was powerful and malevolent, and it took all of the party's skill and strength to vanquish it.

Sadly, in the midst of the battle, one of the Priesthood brethren fell victim to the undead's death spell. The party held a quick funeral, burning the priest's body in a ritual to send his spirit to the gods.

With heavy hearts, they continued on their journey, finally reaching the base of the golden mountain village. Exhausted but determined, they made their way up the winding path towards the Showgaw Temple of Light, their ultimate destination.

As they approached the temple, they could feel the presence of the gods all around them. They knew that their journey had not been in vain, and that they were one step closer to finding the answers they had been seeking.

With a sense of purpose and resolve, the party entered the temple, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.
 
*Rachel, having long swallowed the endless new questions that had, and are still bubbling below her heart''s surface, clings tightly to the Key as she walks along. The hope that warms her is as of a great silver flame that would not be quenched.*
 
As the party entered the Showgaw Temple of Light, they were struck by the silence that greeted them. The temple was deserted, but it was clear that it had been well-maintained and was still fully functional.

The High Priest led the way to the altar, where they would perform the ritual to bring Artenen back to life. "We must repair and prepare the altar," he said. "And then, I will request the help of the deity Alorta to bind Artenen's soul in Rachel's key to a new body."

The party set to work, cleaning and repairing the altar and gathering the necessary items for the ritual. They needed water, a cup of blood from all parties, two red rubies, and enough cloth to cover the body.

As the preparations were completed, the High Priest began the ritual, calling upon Alorta to guide them in their task. The deity's presence filled the temple, and the party could feel the power of the gods all around them.
 
With a sense of hope and reverence, they performed the ritual, placing Rachel's key at the center of the altar. As the High Priest spoke the ancient words of power, Artenen's soul was drawn out of the key, and a bright light shone from the altar.

When the light faded, a new body lay on the altar, ready to be given life. With a mixture of joy and trepidation, Rachel and the party poured the water, offered their blood, and placed the rubies on the body. Then, using the cloth, they carefully covered the body, completing the ritual.

As they stood back, the High Priest spoke the final words of the incantation, and a bolt of lightning shot down from the sky, striking the altar. There was a bright flash, and then, with a loud rumble, Artenen's new body came to life.

Rachel gasped in shock and joy as her beloved Artenen sat up, looking around in confusion. "Rachel," he said, his voice filled with wonder. "Is it really you?"

Tears of happiness streamed down Rachel's face as she threw herself into Artenen's arms. "Yes, it's me," she said, hugging him tightly. "Welcome back, my brother."

The party cheered and celebrated as Rachel and Artenen reunited, grateful to have been a part of such a miraculous event. And as they left the Showgaw Temple of Light, they knew that they had truly been blessed by the gods.
 
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