May 24, 2024 1:19 am
This Temple of Lathander has motifs of the dawn patterned on walls and columns. There isn't much time to admire the artistry, however, because a booming voice fills the main hall.
"DEAD?! What do you MEAN, DEAD?!" the voice snarls. "FOOL boy, what have you DONE?!"
At the far end of the hall, a massive gold dragonborn dressed in ornate armor practically quivers with rage. Before him is a half-elven boy, perhaps ten years old. The boy's head is down, shoulders slumped, as he mumbles a reply. He flinches as the dragonborn continues his tirade.
"And she WON'T EVEN...!!!" The dragonborn whirls about in anger, stomping scaled feet across the marble floor, then seizes an enormous flanged mace from a nearby altar. "I'm going to TEAR HER APART!!!"
A white-robed woman clears her throat calmly. "My Duke, your ire is well-placed, but surely the Wavemother expects you to-" She's cut off by a rattling roar from the dragonborn - who is no doubt Duke Belt. She folds her arms across her chest and rolls her eyes. "Yes, exactly. She's baiting you, my Duke... not that you're even listening..."
Then the woman notices the party and starts toward them shaking her head. "Well met, and welcome to the Temple of the Morninglord. I'm afraid now is not a good time." Behind her, Duke Belt has returned to berating the young boy.
"DEAD?! What do you MEAN, DEAD?!" the voice snarls. "FOOL boy, what have you DONE?!"
At the far end of the hall, a massive gold dragonborn dressed in ornate armor practically quivers with rage. Before him is a half-elven boy, perhaps ten years old. The boy's head is down, shoulders slumped, as he mumbles a reply. He flinches as the dragonborn continues his tirade.
"And she WON'T EVEN...!!!" The dragonborn whirls about in anger, stomping scaled feet across the marble floor, then seizes an enormous flanged mace from a nearby altar. "I'm going to TEAR HER APART!!!"
A white-robed woman clears her throat calmly. "My Duke, your ire is well-placed, but surely the Wavemother expects you to-" She's cut off by a rattling roar from the dragonborn - who is no doubt Duke Belt. She folds her arms across her chest and rolls her eyes. "Yes, exactly. She's baiting you, my Duke... not that you're even listening..."
Then the woman notices the party and starts toward them shaking her head. "Well met, and welcome to the Temple of the Morninglord. I'm afraid now is not a good time." Behind her, Duke Belt has returned to berating the young boy.
