Jarvis Venai's Story

Jarvis had been dispatched from the monastery in the mountains to aid with the troubles of the poor within the low populations of the region. Espor just so happened to be the closest place to resupply. He had lost half of his equipment when he came across a small coven of vampires in an old ruin. He killed three of the five but had to flee when the spawns arrived. He left his backpack there and traveled two days without fire as to elude the undead creatures.

Shortly after the young man entered through the gates of Espor, he heard of a household that was being quarantined in the southern district of the town. So he decided that he would go there to help. Upon arriving it looked just awful as if the pestilence from nine circles had been brought to the home. He went to work by channeling the positive energy through the bodies of the children first and then handing out the potions. It took three hours of channeling and brewing to cure them of their ailments. He looked over at the father, who had just recently passed away the day before Jarvis arrived. The cleric knelt down and began to pray to Pelor for his next spell. After twenty minutes he began a spell that would raise the man at risk of his own health. He left the family twenty gold after the spell was finished.

Jarvis left the house with a cane in one hand and coughing blood into the other. That spell was dangerous for any divine caster to use as it was not a perfected resurrection spell. A voice rang in his head shortly after. Although he did not know who it was or what it was asking, he did know that the spell was a type of clarity, most likely divine. Being that the nearest arcane caster was tens of miles away it only left one other answer. He began to casually walk to the temple district.

Kisa slowly walked up, now in a more motherly type of manner, "There, there. I'm sure we can figure something out. Truth be told, if the gods and goddesses chose us to defend this world. Then who am I, or anyone here to say no...?" she spoke rising and looking at the others, "I may doubt my abilities too. And trust me I do. But if we're selected to do something by them. Then who, as beings that they decided to create have the audacity to say no?" she asked again, it annoyed her to no end of how seemingly arrogant the other party members had seemed. Not knowing what was to entail for her, she accepted her fate. Though outnumbered and seemingly outclassed by the others, she was going to convince them to remain. She turned to the priestess whom was as far as she could tell, crying and smiled slightly, "I, Kisanya Mikeno, accept my fate to attempt to fend off the darkness. I also accept any consequences of my actions." she continued, looking into the Priestess' eyes. Now ignoring the other 'fools' in her mind. She was going to defend her people even if it meant her own demise.

Theodus looked at the two accept their fate and did also. Stepping forward with his swagger snapping to a regimental march he said in a voice unlike that of which was heard before

“So it is, I will fight and kill as many as possible and might die, but I’m dying one day. And I’m dying fighting.”

Looking at the other two and the rest he remained erect and thought to himself we must have been chosen for a reason.