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It's funny the way things work...

Just the other Day Moonglum as berating me about the namers and then while looking through a few old bits, Galdor found transcripts of lessons I used to give long ago... It's a long old read, but for those of you who are not as old, grey and fat as me it may be of interest, and for those of you who are (old, grey and fat) there will be names and events that strike a memory.

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Talthar… the potted history…

Harpell crossed the wide expanse between the first row of pews and the Great Dias on which the Altar sat passing by the intricately adorned pillars and at last dropping to his knees before the great Marble edifice that was the high Altar of his faith.

There he stayed for what felt like many minutes to the waiting acolytes, His hair thin and dry, his clothes worn threadbare and his face gaunt as if he had lived off trail biscuits for many months.

His gently glowing sword rested before him, one hand grasped its hilt tightly the other rested on the side of the Altar, by the time he rose and turned the dust of the endless desert and hardships of the trail had passed. Restored Harpell turned to face those who sought his council.

He rested himself back against the great altar and cast his gaze about the Cathedral; the Abbot Gravain had called him all the way from Ishma to give this lesson to the abbeys latest acolytes. While his physical presence rested deep in the wastes of Ishma here within the inner sanctum of hi faith he could stand before his faithful, and teach them perhaps one of the only lessons Immortality still permitted him to give, History.

Harpell raised his arms and the candles across the great hall of the immense temple flared to life, filling the huge room with light. Illuminating the many frescos, carvings and ever changing images that the churches Illuminators had spent endless hours painstakingly creating, but also casting sparkling light to dance and reflect from the many objects of Glass, Gold and Crystal.

There were few structures in the world that matched the Cathedral in both size and splendour, and fewer still where such physical splendour was enhanced and enchanted by the very presence of the divine itself. Not a man nor woman there failed to draw a great breath, nor feel their heart set to flutter, as their worries were banished by the feeling of eternal hope that rested in the very stones.

As Harpell lowered his arms and the lights subsided there was an audible sigh of disappointment…

“It is uplifting is it not?” the angelic creature asked his voice ringing from every corner of the hall.

“For now you sit surrounded by the wonder and the works of many years hard graft and hard work… surrounded by mortal finery and beauty all raised in praise to our lord God.”

The gentle murmur of the twenty or so acolytes eventually ceased as Harpell waited for them to murmur praises to Talthar in this his very house.

“It was not always so… Indeed for many, many years we walked this world with nothing. Some of us perhaps even less than nothing. Until he came, until touched us, and found within each of us that which was missing.

Until not as one but as seven we raised our voices in praise to God, in praise of the man who found us all and wrought from our scattered paths a purpose and a meaning… until Aven found us. And brought us to Talthar.

Most of us were raised here on primus in it’s cities and surrounded by its people but that is not from where our teachings come… Can any of you tell me where our faith comes from?”


Harpell waited for a few moments until a lad by the name of Millen raised his hand… “Sir, is it from heaven sir?” the lad offered…

Harpell smiled… they always said heaven… every time… and in many ways they were right…

“Yes Son, they come from heaven most assuredly as I stand before you now our teachings come from heaven, but the man who brought them here… to this place, to this world, that man came from a world called Razcar, and with him he brought our saviour.

From what Scriptures and memories we have of him we know very little, Aven simply called him Father, for he was too young to know him by any other name, and in what writings of his that survive he calls himself only “a pilgrim”.

We don’t even know which Aspect he represented, though given his act in crossing the worlds to start a faith anew he is widely venerated in the modern teachings of the aspect of renewal.

We do know that the hopefuls of Razcar were all but wiped out, and the church and faith of Talthar was Faltering on that world. We don’t know if it was fortune or divine providence that brought him here, but we do believe it was Talthar himself who urged The Pilgrim to flee with his child and reforge the faith on a new world.

The Pilgrim, did not last long in our world, we are still not sure of how he died, Aven refuses to speak on the matter and I will not have him drawn on such, his pain is his own and he must face it in his own way, but we do know his death was not a peaceful one… and that with his last words he asked his son to take up the torch and reforge his church, his faith and his God on this world… and to return to Razcar, and save the world the pilgrim had left behind.

Aven gave that oath, and everything you see here is a direct consequence of a young mans promise to his dying father, our faith, and our city saved because one man has ever refused to give into despair no matter the odds”

Harpell Paused, he always paused here, the young saw Aven so rarely now that it was easy for them to forget just what he had inspired, and just what had been built by the teachings he gave us.

“Aven grew up in and around the now ruined city of Ickybiggle, even at a young age he could read and knew his numbers so he had little difficulty in securing himself lodge and board, from what he has told me he spent much of his time learning his faith from the scriptures his father left him, Until at last he was truly ready and felt the touch of God and with it the world of spirit and weaving of Miracle.

He came then to each of us in our own way, and despite our moral failing which in some were many he gave us the gift of hope, the gift of light, and one by one the six of us pledged our lives and our souls to his cause… To Talthar.

We became his Rings and we forged his church, Seven Priests standing united in faith even now in the eyes of this primal spirit such is needed to form a true church, any less and the faith will falter and die”

Harpell lowered his voice and let the next line linger in the air.

“As many churches have done before…”

“But Gods can’t Die…” blurted a young girl from the back of the small congregation….

“No… no we can’t die… not as such in any case… but we can starve and wither and fade and we can falter from the minds of men and women who can be fickle in their choosing, churches can die, and gods can be reborn… and we’ll see some of this in a few moments when we discuss the naming war.”

He let the thought linger in the air, many new priests had a hard time grasping the concept of their church or faith dying, but such was not impossible, indeed something impossibly old in the far reaches of what amounted to Harpells immortal subconscious told him it was indeed probable.

He shook the feeling from his waking and somewhat mortal mind… and continued with the task at hand, raising his voice a little to shake the acolytes from their reverie.

“So finally Aven had fulfilled the first part of his oath to his father, and he had reforged a faith, summoned Hopefuls to his side, he’d armed us with righteousness and armoured us with wisdom… but the rising of the light was simply the dawn upon the next steps of our journey.

For while here upon primus our faith was fresh and new, in Razcar our faith the church that gave birth to us was suffering.

It took us many month searching to find the path, a tear in the fabric of primus that lead from our world to Razcar, and upon crossing what we found was not the vibrant heartlands village we left behind, but a dark and dangerous place where despair held sway, and evil ruled the people with blood, iron and fire.

It took the church many years to undo the Harm that the Church of Malice and their foul Goddess had wrought upon that world, we lost many, many lives and shed enough blood upon the earth of that place that is was as black as the sky just before the dawn of a new year.

But with all the pain and suffering we seven endured it’s easy to loose sight of all that we learnt there…

For we freed Elbrime from what was meant to be an eternal prison, and in doing so we learnt of the aspects of our faith, for the Pilgrims teachings had spoken only of Talthar. Such a discovery answered many questions for all of us… for each of us were very different despite being bound to a single faith…

We gathered others to our faith during those years including your Abbot Gravain, who gave his life to defend Aven from an attack before he even knew who he was.

In the end we defeated the forces of Despair on Razcar, and restored hope to the lands. We had a chance to stay of course… but Primus was our home now, so we left Razcar in the hands of a new priesthood and returned to our home.

It was a turbulent time, and our faith was young standing shoulder to shoulder with many established and old churches, Primus was rocked by many great events in those years some still reverberate to this very day… such as the formation of the Knights of the Land under their leader Saladin of St Michael, St Michael himself was released from his bindings to eventually ascend to the status of a true god.

We were very young and very green our church struggled for recognition amongst established faiths such as Elbereth, St Michael, Border, Humakt, the Templars and Shehan (then Shalya) and our efforts gained us recognition… but not the kind we wished.

For despite our efforts we all make mistakes in our lives…

During those distant years the great and the good struggled against a force known as darkmasters who were at their heart a force of darkness and evil, intent on bringing suffering. For many years they fought until at last the leaders of this evil were finally bound and imprisoned.

Ven and Lingering a dark priest and dark wizard had wrought horror on many lives until they were finally defeated, and while their minions could do nothing to free them they were not without cunning. Our task accepted a task to find and destroy to artefacts of Darkness that were causing havoc about a small village just to the west of Sellaville…

We battled much evil that day until at last we found two scrolls written on each a single word in a script we could not read… no sooner had we found them and chaos ensued unseen forces dragged us across the room and spiritual and magical power threatened to kill us all…

We sought desperately for a means to end the chaos and eventually after many minutes we discovered that simply rending the scrolls in two world end the incident, we tore the scrolls apart as soon as we were able, but that was both the beginning and end of our folly… The scrolls contained the souls of Ven and Lingering, and with their destruction they were free, moments later two figures who had blighted a world stood among us… and they gave us no quarter… of thirteen of us, eleven died before Aven was able to recall us to the temple in Ikybiggle, the carnage was unlike anything we had experienced before and hopefully we shall never experience it again.

Our faith lay in tatters, our priesthood near decimated, and we were almost universally condemned our reputation was in a worse state than our health. We were pariahs.”

Harpell paused then… his mind drifted back to a different time, much had changed since those years… but still the events were fresh in his mind.

He sighed and looked about him at the fresh faced youth of his faith… most of the acolytes here would never be chosen to fight giant winged demons of war… nor face undead hordes… the chance of Talthar blessing (or cursing depending on how you looked at it) these priests with Vitea was small. Each however had come to the church in the hope of making their lives and the lives of family and friends that much better.

They were the true soul of a faith they were in many ways the reason we fought demons, the reason we died for our faith… so that ordinary men and women could find a place in which they could make their lives and the lives of all about them better.

He smiled at them then and the cathedral itself warmed about them…

“The years that followed that day were hard, we had made ourselves known to our peers in the worst of ways, small successes went unnoticed and failures were scrutinised, but despite a poor reputation we continued to attract new priests, as some of us grew old and hung up our Maces…

We crossed Paths with the Templars, much to both our consternation, they had need of the relic Vanquisher the Sword of Elbrime, it had taken us many months to recover the artefact but they had need of it to defeat an enemy they faced…

While the situation was difficult, enflamed by the arrogance of their leader, and the speed of my temper, eventually we were able to resolve the matter, though the sword Vanquisher was again lost… despite the fragments of the blade or scrap of binding that seem to regularly show up in the curiosity shops here about…”


One or two of the gathered acolytes looked a little disappointed at this news… Harpell wasn’t overly surprised the curiosity shops of Alguz did quite a trade on the back of various relics, finger bones of old priests, shards of Vanquisher, and more old worn brass rings than you could shake a bastard sword at…

Such things often comforted the people however, and the matter was not frowned on too heavily by the church, such a connection to the faith whether perceived or real was often a good thing in the lives of the people.

What true relics that did exist were held here in the cathedral safely hidden

“The years passed and our experience grew with it, we reached out and many of us joined the fledgling knights of the land, Saladin, welcomed all and he accepted our failings and we in turn were there for him when a terrible error cost many lives…

Friendships began and we forged an Alliance with the Dwarves of Almaxar, and The Shaman Watching Owl, friendships that endure to this very day, and one that was wrought a direct effect on every life in this city, for our friendship with Owl has grown into the Geld and peace between the tribes and the city.

Friendships to with the leaders of other churches of light, the Lady Torwin (though that was rather strained at points it must be said) and the Archangel Anarchus, though for many years our relationship with Elbereth was… frosty… still their high priest at the time was quite, quite mad… Over a number of years Aven took great care to forge alliances and friendships and keep them strong… slowly our reputation changed and others started to trust us.

In those years we fought alongside many men and women, fighting evil or invasion whenever it raised it’s head…

In Amora’s Empire things were very different, the empire was a distant figure, cities were governed by the vassals of nobles, and invasion from outside this world was rife, Our small church did all it could to face those threats we stood against hordes on the isle of the dead, travelled regularly with the Knights, We fought invasions from the Church of Malice and their foul goddess of despair, and faced them too on other planes they had invaded, such as the world of Lansas

And then it happened… Amora left the throne, Madrak was exposed and the empire was thrown into chaos…

It fell to many of us “heroes” if you will to pick up many pieces of what remained, Amora was gone the Empire was without a leader, the senate such as it was at that time was holding things together as best it could.

The Rings of Talthar, carved for ourselves a home originally not here on the banks of the Alg, but deep in the heartlands, near the gate from which Aven and the Pilgrim had come to our world in the city of Ickybiggle.

We worked hard to improve the lot of the people, tending the sick and preaching the word, we constructed a small temple for worship and we did what we could…

But one among us… one had greater ideas than any of us had imagined… He had joined the faith late in the second age perhaps around IM 95, he was a loud gangly young priest, but he was driven like none of us before to spread the word…

His Name was Thor…

Well… it still is… obviously… Like none of use before or since Thor had a vision a vision of our faith as a religion for the people not just for the hero. Thor took it upon himself to raise the great temples of our faith, this Cathedral in which we stand is one of a kind, Thor commissioned and paid the great architect Ignatious Mole to design both it and our Grand temples…

And then through Hard work and hard graft from the fledgling Alguzian Guilds they built this great Temple a monument to God, and to the drive of the man who brought our faith to the people.

While in those dying years we were never the greatest or widest spread faith Thor achieved something with this great Temple that other faiths are struggling to achieve even now so many years on, the strength of our faith here and in other cities across the empire is directly attributable in many cases to Thors hard work.

Eventually of course Aven and I were forced to flee Ickybiggle it’s destruction was absolute and Aven and I wept for the friends we lost in that cataclysm, the city was gone wiped clean by misused power… the destruction destroyed the gate to Razcar too and forever separated us from the birthplace of our faith.

So we came to Alguz and with Saul as governor, Galdor as Stadtus, Thor as Magistrate, we all began the rebuilding of the city…

Then came the greatest challenge any of us had ever faced… When Amora died, the power released punched a hole beyond the fabric of this world, and all worlds beyond the void and the prison of Melcor, and beyond time…

None of us knew or understood at the time of course, but through that hole came forces we did not understand…

The War of Names had begun and with it a threat the like of which our church had never known.”


The faces of the gathered looked on intently and Harpell paused the naming war always filled him with conflict, to see the future of his God, of himself, lain out before him… a future of denial, of madness and eventual hunger and defeat…

At times he’d seen the seeds of the war sown, in the godless churches, in the return of the so called Primal gods… each one taking the worship from the heavens, each one adding to the inevitable moment when mortals turned from God, and left him to wither and starve.

If Harpell feared anything… that was perhaps it… the cloying embrace of starvation induced madness, and the depravity and war that eventually followed it.

He felt the eyes of his audience watching him, as he stood there lost in his thoughts… and realised they had started to fidget and chatter in the absence of his voice, he forced calm through his body, and continued, keen to get the telling of this chapter behind him.

“The Namers came from a future, it’s widely accepted that it’s our future, in that place the mortals had turned or rather forgotten their gods, and the lack of faith the lack of belief, on which gods survive and grow, it had done something to them…

We called them mad, but madness is not the sum of what drove them… I believe it was loneliness… like parents wrenched from their children without the love of ordinary people the Gods grew cold and lonely…

Without the faith and prayer of priests and the faithful, their cups ran dry and their tables were bare… as hunger and loneliness started to bite is it any wonder the gods began to change. None of us know how long they lasted or how long it took them to succumb, but I would guess that they reclaimed many of their angels and the like, in an effort to retain the power they had imbued into such creatures…

One thing we do know is that by the time the found the rift through to our time the gods of Darkness were no more, it’s unsure why that is but it’s likely they devoured each other in an effort to survive… in the end only one god of Darkness survived a creature called Letrayal a god of lies… possibly the future form of the one they now call the Horned god, or the Spiter.

The fact remains that only in the madness and hunger did the gods of light win the war against Darkness… I wonder if by then they even understood the difference, for the Namers were not the gods we now know.

It was the half orc Paladin Necromundi who discovered the creature that sought to take Talthars place, a creature called Hubris, a god of patience. For the longest time we did not know that these creatures were the future selves of our own Gods…

We were baffled for as we strove to increase the worship, and power of our own god so too would the power of the Namer increase… it was a dark time and in all churches priest fell upon priest as arguments and confusion reigned.

Many of us sought answers… and eventually as matters came to a head it became clear what the Namers were… some Faiths elected to fight, we were among them, others decided they had not the need or will to do violence, it was a confusing time that summer… but we had chosen to fight…

We came then all of us that could from every faith in every corner of the world and we congregated in the High Temple of Micheal in the city of Halgar.

Where every priest who could make the journey would send power to their god, to the Pantheon of light in the hope that they might prove to have the strength required to fight the Namers in which ever way they chose.

Our faith was honoured most highly in that rite, for with no specific manner in which the power would be directed it was every priests Hope alone that would direct the power… we prayed every last man and woman we prayed for seven days without a break. For many it was simply too much I don’t know how many died in that temple that week…

But I know well enough that by the end of the final day more people than we had ever bargained on lost their lives.

I still don’t know exactly what happened but while we prayed in Halgar something was happening in Gillinham, as our rite drew to a close and the faith and power was released to our Gods, so to was power released in Gilinham…

It destroyed the city, thousands died that day, and a city was snuffed out in the blink of an eye. To this day many of us have never understood how or why and at the time with the confusion of the events and the final confrontation upon us, many of us had our eyes directed not to Gillinham but to Amoras doom and the battle that would decide the future of our faith.

Talthar faced Hubris at the moth of the doom, and the facts were laid bear by the Namer, he was Older stronger, and faster than Talthar, he was greater more powerful and more experienced.

In short Talthar could not Hope to achieve victory…

As Hubris drew his Blade and struck he fell and Talthar was victorious… How?

Because Hubris had no need of Hope to secure a victory, he had all odds on his side… while Talthar could not hope to win, Hubris had no need of Hope, and without it, he was nothing more than empty pride…

And in our Gods own words… Pride Falls.

That was where the war of Names ended for us, others were not so lucky and many faiths still struggle with the outcome even now, but we were victorious, now it only remains for us to be vigilant, for only we can keep the madness at bay…
We survived the naming war, but we must never forget that it falls to us to ensure we never allow the forgetting of our faith to happen; such is our lesson, such is our duty!”


Harpell closed his eyes he could feel the faith of the men and women before him, their love and belief curled from them like smoke from a pipe making gentle and intricate patterns in the air about them…

They believed assuredly and dedicatedly, they gave their faith to Talthar their faith was strong and here in this Temple it was almost tangible, Harpell watched it for a moment curl and dance in the air, drawn toward him toward the great Altar at it’s back and hence to the might of Talthar.

In Alguz he could always feel it so much love and faith for his God, so much hope… at times he defied that a time could ever come to pass in this Gods city, when his people could forget him…

But the future was ever a shifting vision, he reminded himself that complacency would lead only to Pride and Pride would inevitably lead to failure.

When he opened his eyes again and looked into the seemingly determined faces of the acolytes before him, he felt sure the lessons of the naming war had not been lost upon them… he smiled and began again the tail of the changing of the age…

“In the fading of the summer as the war of names finally came to it’s close, a new Challenge arose on the Horizon.

At the time it was simply called the Final Dawn, though now it is called the High Final Dawn, it was of course the ending of an Age, and there was much afoot Invasions from Bourthbek, problems surrounding the renewal of a Primal spirit, and much more besides…

As the Dawn grew closer the Senate placed the ruler ship of the Empire in the hands of our old friend Watching Owl, in the hope that he as Lord Inquisitor would guide the empire through this difficult time.

Aven in his Wisdom learnt that his place was here in this great temple so that at the moment of the birth of a new Age he could guide the people to Talthar… But Aven knew that out friend would need help, and he sent me to Owl and bid me follow Owls words as I would his own.

Those last days of the second age were fraught but Talthar stood with others such as Saladin of Michael, and Jerek Mace of Border, and unighted we fought to end whichever threat came our way.

Some battles were waged with words, for it was hope that saved the Mortal who was destined to become the creature that is now the Primal spirit, Talthars teachings saved him from the Sin of Suicide, when he believed all was lost.

Some battles were fought with sword and blood, such as the battle with the Far folk, who died by my hand because there was no time for peace, or parley…

In the closing of the Age, many people fond themselves, the second age gave birth to the Taltharian faith, it gave me a life and a friendship, it Gave Alguz hope and as the second age closed and the third began… at that moment there was more hope for the future than any could have imagined…”


One of the Acolytes had raised his hand and now stood, Harpell smiled and nodded for him to continue.

“Why? … Why is it that such things never pass in peace?” The lad asked, then quickly added “M’ Lord”

Harpell stopped to think for a moment, and then replied.

“To be fair I’m not sure, it seems that no matter how much we desire peace, and I believe most people in this world would desire peace even without consideration to those priests both of our faith and others such as Shehan that such is often impossible.

It’s my hope that one day all will have peace, when the blight of evil is removed from the world, and all right thinking people can live settled lives, peace is ever possible, unfortunately there are those who will not respect it. Or worse, take advantage of it.”


Harpell looked at the lad, who looked back, he could see the confusion on the young lads face, and it’s hard to understand violence when all you wish is peace… Harpell smiled and moved on… life was the only lesson that would teach the boy the real answers to his questions.

“The Third age began with much difficulty, the naming war and the dawn, and problems elsewhere in this world and others drew many of us from Alguz… we left you I’m ashamed to say…

We left you and you suffered… the Baldewind came and it raged and it destroyed, and we were absent…

There is no reason nor excuse I can offer that would explain how deeply we regret that failure, nor would such make amends for the suffering of those of you who believed in us… I still see the damage that was caused to the buildings as I walk the street of this beloved city and it cats me as sure and any Demons Blade, for it is a sure mark of our failure as a church to respond to your needs and the needs of the city.

But all was not lost, for one among us one of the few remaining Hopefulls never left your side. He never faltered he never gave up hope or let the city fall to Ruin…

If Thor saw to the growth of our Faith in the second age the Galdor Boginson saw to its strength in this Third Age.

Tirelessly has he worked and galvanised the Church into the force it should be for this our holy city, we have worked hard and now it seems at last the city is able to draw on the fruit of his labour.

It was Galdor who turned a friendship with a respected Tribal Shaman into the Geld that brings peace and prosperity to the city, with its trade and barter for mutual benefit between city and tribe, It was Galdor who saw to the restoration of much of the cities infrastructure…

The church has grown and blossomed in recent years, Indeed we were blessed beyond our wildest hopes and dreams when the love of the people caused Talthar to Manifest here in this very Temple… He is with us almost as a physical presence, in times of quiet prayer it’s often said you can feel him watching over you…

His Guidance is here in this place, many find answers to problems they had not even known here in this place, and it is not unknown for the lost to find a place an purpose when they come to these Halls.

Many Faithful from as far away as Sellaville have been known to walk the pilgrim trial to this place, to kneel and worship in the presence of God himself… for Alguz is blessed by our church, and in turn we are blessed by the hard working nature of it’s people.

Of course the cathedral and manifestation are only part of the churches recent past, there have been many developments that have seen us achieve a great deal in stepping forward, the Illumination Chambers, the Abbeys, and much more besides have seen us expand and move forward in ways we’d not considered before now.

As life has seen us step away from regular appearances in and around the world fighting orcs and demons, the church approached the Volksgrad and for the first time in it’s history it opened it’s doors to those who here the calling, that they can freely find their way without Avens Guidance…

Such was a hard choice but also a necessary one, for it enables us to survive when other wise we might falter and fade from the memory of people.

Such is a choice for the future and for the faith… for in truth the future is where we are headed, our church has been present at many of the pivotal events in the past decade and a half, and indeed instrumental in not a few of them, our hope is that we will continue to be so.”

Harpell paused, in the past that was where he’d ended the lesson, in the past that was where he had sent the new Acolytes on their way, back to the wings of the Seminary or The Abbey, full of visions of the future and the role they can play in it…

But that was before he had gone to the desert, before the ruins in Sellaville, before the Antoinette at the bottom of Bildteve harbour, before the Hermit Soil, and the endless desert, that was before the Glassblowers had told Galdor of the ruined temple fort…

That was before he’d learnt of the Mithreans, and the God Mithras, who still listened to his last priest but never answered, that was before he had begun to suspect that Talthar had always watched the people of primus under one name or another…

Gravain, stood from his pew at the back of the huge temple and nodded his goodbyes to Monk, whom he’d passed the time with, he smiled and started to gather up the acolytes for the trip back to the abbey.

“Wait!” Harpell called after them…

“I’m not done there is more to tell, a history and past that is only now coming to light, and only now being revealed to any of us”

The Acolytes turned, but so now did Gravain, and the dozen or so priests and custodians present… even Monk leaned forward in his well-worn seat on the back pew…

“For all my life I’d long believed that The Pilgrim Father and Aven were the first priests of our god to walk this world, but recent events have made me not so sure, I can state with certainty the The Pilgrim Father and Aven were the one who brought us Talthars teachings as we know and subscribe to them today.

But before they came here there was another faith, the Mithreans, they were noble, hardworking and dedicated men of faith from all I can see of their past, they worshiped a god who went by the name of Mithras.

I don’t know much of his teachings, but I know his priests while different from us in many ways subscribed to many if not all of the same ideals, and that our teachings and faiths were not so different from each other…

I know also that his church and faith was failing and that they had all but fallen to ruin by the time the Pilgrim Father brought his son to our lands…

It is not beyond the realm of my belief that the Mithreans in truth worshiped Talthar under a different name, nor that as two of his Churches failed, one assailed by evil the other lost in a changing world, that Talthar guided the Pilgrim Father and his son Aven, to this world…

To start afresh, to renew his faith, the Naming war taught mortals much about the simple names of gods, and it is not uncommon that the same god might be worshiped under different names even in different countries, let alone different worlds…

It’s a history and possibility I am learning myself day by day, but while I have no doubt that Aven brought us Talthar’s teachings, and all the past I have related is true, it may also be true, that Aven’s is not the First Chapter of our Gods tale, and that next time I give this lesson it may yet be longer still…”


Harpell smiled, cast a look over his shoulder and into the middle distance as if looking at something no one else could see…

And he was gone, leaving only a dry barren wind where he once stood


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post Apr 2 2020, 12:52 PM
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This has reawakened old memories, I had forgotten I was an Abbott for a time, never really suited me.

Reminds me I must see if any of the Knights of Elbrime heavy cavalry are still around.

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So many memories of names and times gone by
Talthars teachings are not forgotten
The need for those blessed with vitae comes and goes, but for the people, Hope remains a constant.

In due time I will feel Hope's call again to battle and travel with you all.

In Hope's Service

Berran
Lay Warden of Talthar


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