Eternal Flame of Kossuth Mythalanir surveyed the Bezantur City Tombs on his way out after he and his vanguard of priests had reached the lower known levels. Now returning back to the entrance he smiled grimly.
“You are pleased, Omniscience?” asked the Most Fervid Walker of Fires Brianna who had come along.
“Yes, quite. I am quite pleased with Aznar Thrul’s legion, and the adventurers of Bezantur. The energies that sustain the undead in this place have greatly diminished. No doubt thanks to their thorough and regular cleansing of the place.”
Brianna nodded in agreement.
“Thanks to their hard work, it is unlikely that the more powerful undead will find any foothold here,” continued Mythalanir. “Sadly, we cannot stop the necromancers and all the other evil that is buried here from forming the lesser undead. But at least the legion’s more powerful champions and the more powerful adventurers will not need to waste their time cleansing this place any longer.”
“PRAISE BE TO THE FIRES OF KOSSUTH,” Brianna started chanting. The other priests and temple guards quickly took up the chant. By the time they reached the crypt entrance, the tombs were literally shaking from the power of the chant.
One by one the priests exited, with Brianna leaving last. She gave a backward glance at the now desolate and silent-as-the-grave tombs behind him. ‘As it should be,’ she thought and turned with a flourish, a smile playing across her face as she realized that the undead in Bezantur had become considerably less of a threat.
“You are pleased, Omniscience?” asked the Most Fervid Walker of Fires Brianna who had come along.
“Yes, quite. I am quite pleased with Aznar Thrul’s legion, and the adventurers of Bezantur. The energies that sustain the undead in this place have greatly diminished. No doubt thanks to their thorough and regular cleansing of the place.”
Brianna nodded in agreement.
“Thanks to their hard work, it is unlikely that the more powerful undead will find any foothold here,” continued Mythalanir. “Sadly, we cannot stop the necromancers and all the other evil that is buried here from forming the lesser undead. But at least the legion’s more powerful champions and the more powerful adventurers will not need to waste their time cleansing this place any longer.”
“PRAISE BE TO THE FIRES OF KOSSUTH,” Brianna started chanting. The other priests and temple guards quickly took up the chant. By the time they reached the crypt entrance, the tombs were literally shaking from the power of the chant.
One by one the priests exited, with Brianna leaving last. She gave a backward glance at the now desolate and silent-as-the-grave tombs behind him. ‘As it should be,’ she thought and turned with a flourish, a smile playing across her face as she realized that the undead in Bezantur had become considerably less of a threat.