The Temple of Myrkul [mirror]

[Fenric]

You enter the shining edifice of Myrkul, the god of all living things. ( opposite of the now-defunct god of the dead )

The beautiful and soaring temple is everywhere white stone and crystal, and the alabaster columns shine with an unworldly light. Gleaming statues of fods, goddesses, angles, and celestial beings of all descriptions line the walls, and evil cannot endure the powerful presence of the god that radiates from his glowing altar.

[Deadly]

A soft breeze enters the temple, and Good Ilias (invisible) looks around, trying to discern any possible dangers.

[Fenric]

*The high priestess Kirana is busy healing and blessing a throng of supplicants crowded around the altar. The temple is filled with light, peace, and goodness*

[Deadly]

Good Ilias, deciding that this is probably a safe place, materialize into his elven form, standing a bit in the background to not frighten anyone with his sudden appearance.

[Fenric]

*The priestess finishes the current group and looks around the temple. She sees Ilias and gasps*

What are you doing in here? And how do you survive?

[Deadly]

He kneels down before her, in an attempt to show that he's got no hostile intentions. I'm sorry my lady. I think you have me confused with my vile double. It may sound strange, but I come from an alternate reality quite opposite of this one.

[Fenric]

*The priestess looks skeptical*

I have been hearing rumors of this recently, but I am not convinced. And yet... that is a more coherent thought than I have ever heard you utter before.

Why are you here, then?

[Deadly]

To tell the truth I have come to find out what have become of you in this reality. In my reality Fenric had you killed and is now atoning for that sin. We seek to a way for him to redeem himself, and Fenric came up with the idea to start here.

[Fenric]

*Kirana looks shocked*

The opposite of our Fenric had me killed? But even our sadistic and bloodthirsty Fenric would never do that to me...

*realization dawns on her*

...which is, of course, the point. Do you know what became of her after her death?

[Deadly]

I think it's best to tell the whole story, atleast in as much detail as I can manage. he says and stands up before retelling the story.

[Fenric]

*Kirana goes pale at several points, and is soon dabbing her eyes with a snow-white handkercheif*

While for me, Fenric was my childhood sweetheart. We were a happy couple until a few years ago when we moved to this town and he was corrupted by this abomination that he had secretely been worshipping.

*she sniffles and restrains a sob*

I was never blessed with children from him.

[Deadly]

I'm sorry Kirana. I wish there was something I could do, but there isn't. he says, looking down.

[Fenric]

*Kirana blinks away her tears and stands up straight*

For the memory of my love that was, and to preserve the good Fenric whom I thought I knew... I will come with you to this other place and confront my darker self.

[Deadly]

Ilias blinks a bit Are you sure that is a wise choice?

[Fenric]

*Kirana looks down at her feet*

I can't stand by and see him fall again, Ilias. I'd rather die.

[Deadly]

I understand that, I have felt that pain myself. he says with a sad expression. He thinks for a moment before speaking slowly But I know only one way back, and that's through the mirror in Trog's tavern. I can pass through unseen, I don't know about you.

[Fenric]

*Kirana shakes her head.*

That would not be seemly, for I would never enter the dark temple. I must consult the god.

*Kirana takes up her holy symbol and Communes with mirror-Myrkul*

[Deadly]

Ilias stand silently behind, waiting to see what happens.

[Fenric]

*Kirana shakes her head*

This will be a source of trouble for both of our worlds, Ilias. Any mirror, any polished or reflective surface at all is sufficient now. Any teleportation spell or effect in the area opens the ways...

*She sends subordinate priests to summon a large scrying mirror*

Let us go meet your good Fenric

[Deadly]

Ilias sighs Of course, it's never as simple as you would want it. he mutters and follows her.

[Murky_Pool]

The red thing drops in and looks around

"Interesting" it says, walking over to a statue "Looks like another good god, I wonder what's here in the real plane"

After a few minutes poking around it hears another thump as a red body slides out from behind a statue. The creature kicks it's dead mirror twin and flys off

[Fenric]

mFenric and mKirana come out and tidy up

It's a shame that we had to leave town... I liked it there better

mKirana looks at him with a smile

Yes, dear, but we do more good here. People need our help in this beleagured place... even more so now that the Godruped has returned and your children are stirring up trouble

mFenric's ears fold down

I do wish I had been a little less... adventureous

[Fen3]

mirror-Fendran strides in, having finally given up on waiting for Fendran to return to the temple of Inari.

Holy priestess, the miscreant has escaped despite my attempts...

His eyes go wide in shock at seeing mFenric

You! Here? Even if the tales are true...

He looks at mKirana with a distraught expression. She merely nods

He is one of us now, Fendran. And my lawful husband. You will afford him all loyalty and service as you would any other priest.

mFendran bows to her, then bends a knee to mFenric

My sword is at your service, but know it is for her sake and the sake of the god - not yours.

mFenric bows his head sadly

I understand, Fendran: I will be the rest of my life atoning for my sins in this town.

mFendran stands up with a contemplative expression.

[DarkHunter]

A horrible dizziness afflicts everyone in the temple as the lights go out and all magic simply ceases to be.

A man strides in, in red silk robes accompanied by muscular thugs. They swiftly slaughter the unsuspecting priests and promptly seize mirror-Fenric and mirror-Kirana. It takes them a few rounds to capture the paladin, but he falls eventually as well.

The evil weaver and his henchmen stride out, beheading a now useless minion as they go.

wouldn't want you to remember that spell, now would we?

The temple is ruined, planted under a dome of Mundane.

[Fenric]

mirror-Fendran returns. With the death of the evil weavers, the Mundane field has also failed: allowing the temple to return to normal.

I'm supposed to speak in orange? Oh well...

Anyway, the cultists are dead - but they had been dispatched before I got there.

mKirana shrugs

Half of my speech is purple and half is blue. Our player has not been particularly consistent with us.

Who did this thing, then?

mFenric shakes his head

A strange, dark woman with an overlarge sword. She did not seem to relish her duties.