The High Priestess of Pflarr

Maruc looked kindly at the bound warrior, “Nevertheless, Traldar, in order to resolve the situation we must seek the ‘Knowledge of the Elders’ to discover what truths they wish to hand down to us. You and your people must transcend your grief’s for only that way lies peace. I think the Hutaaka are unlikely to be in a position to subjugate you now.” Maruc glanced about the stricken landscape. “You make too strong a point. However, a wise man does not cast slurs in his arguments. It lessens the impact of what he says, and lights his as a fool in men’s thoughts.”

“Come, let us take these ambassadors. Traldar, the Hutaakan says they are a peaceful race let us see the truth of their words.” Maruc awaited their guide to lead on.

Stephan finished making sure none of the Hutaakan woke up near any of the Traldar and then readied himself to leave. He kept a wary eye on all the humanoids as they began to stir awake but thankfully the party with ambassadors was at some distance by then.

“The Traldar does seem pretty crude and unrefined, Maruc. But give the man his slurs after having just been attacked by a spear-wielding, spell-casting clan of jackal heads. Seems to me that this undead plague may be the common enemy that brings peace between the Traldar and Hutaakan. We can’t get to the temple soon enough.”

Ludo sullenly helped Stephan tie up the remanider of the Tralder. He said to Stephan, “no good will come of this, these Hutakkans do not speak the whole truth, there is more to their story than meets the eye, be on your guard for treachery. The Traldar do not have the faith and power to release and control Undead, but I believe that the Hutakkans do. They may be unrefined, but I think they speak the truth.”

Ludo crouched beside one of the Traldar. “A knife will be placed 20 feet yonder, you can use that to release yourselves when we have gone. Make your way back to your village, go in peace.”

Feldard was glad to be on the move again to some defined place. The aimless wandering of the day before had seem unproductive to the dour dwarf.

Feldard could see by their wary looks that Stephan and Ludo were of the mind that the Hutakaans were the source of treachery in these lands. Feldard own thoughts were that both sides were lying and looking after their own interests. It was only to be expected really, but if asked right now which the dwarf felt more kinship to – it would have to be the Hutakaan.

Feldard followed behind the group, wondering if his own prejudice was blinding him in the same way he suspected that Ludo and Stephen’s were blinding them. Only time would tell. Hopefully they would reach the Temple before dinner. Feldard was hungry, and had a real craving for a good meal and good drink.

Hasan said nothing, but Maruc and Ludo could not fail to notice the elf fall into line next to the Hutakaa, smiling warmly as he did.

“I am Jasiteq,” said the leader of their Hutaakan guides. ”We shall take you to Byxata. It is the last of our great cities. We shall be there before nightfall.”

The party reached Byxata. It had obviously once been a magnificent and opulent town, but was now in ruins and crumbling badly. A stone wall provided some fortification against attack. Some two dozen Hutaakan guards maintained watch on the the ramparts.

Insid the ston walls were approximately 20 buildings, mostly single stories. The outlay had been no doubt designed by the cultured Hutaakans, whereas the brutish Traldar had been employed to carry out the physical labour required to construct the many monuments and buildings. Undoubtedly much blood, sweat and tears had gone into the construction of towns such as this and others. Had the direction and learning offered by the Hutaakans been a reasonable price for the exploitation of the Traldar people?

The party was led through the town streets to the steps of a large shrine, one of few remaining Hutaakan temples, dedicated to their Immortal patron. Miklos recognized the holy symbols adorning the facades as of the Immortal Pflarr. Pflarr was an obscure immortal, with scant information available in any of the tomes Miklos had ever poured over. Now, before them in the town center was a giant statue of what could only be their sacred deity. With the head of a beast, they now saw that Pflarr and the Hutaakans were of the same race.

Jasiteq turned to the group. “Allow me to fetch the priestess. I shall return shortly.”

While they waited outside, there was time to study the frescoes, carvings and sculptures that depicted the story of the Immortal Pflarr. From what they could see, Pflarr was not born but created in ancient times by magical forces, the artwork did not get more specific on the nature of the magicks. Pflarr was depicted as the ruler of some ancient kingdom, there were renderings of pyramids, war turning to peace and the creation of magical artifacts. Finally, it appeared that Pflarr created the Hutaakans in his own image, to be his faithful servants.

From the temple emerged a group of Hutaakan priests, led by a tall, silver-furred female, dressed in pure white robes. She wore a glorious jewelled medallion around her neck, a giant holy symbol.

“Welcome to the Valley of Hutaaka. I am Kforedz, High Priestess of Hutaaka.” She spoke with a haughty, yet tactful tone. “As you have seen, our lands have been overrun by undead, released by the reckless actions of the evil barbarian race known as the Traldar. Jasiteq has informed me that you have travelled here from the outlands, with the means to help us bring the dead to rest.”

One of her aids brought forth a smooth stick, about 3 feet in length, with arcane symbols carved upon it.

“This runestick was bestowed upon us by an elf many ages ago. Only it may open the Vault of the Elders, and therein lies a tome containing the knowledge we require to perform a sacred ritual which may banish the evil that has animated the dead and turned our ancestors against us.”



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7 responses to “The High Priestess of Pflarr

  1. 6:30pm, Nytdain, the 16th of Flaurmont, 1001AC
    Humid, warm

    Maruc: 10xp+10xp+10xp
    Feldard: 10xp
    Hasan: 10xp
    Stephan: 10xp+5xp
    Ludo: 10xp+5xp

    Maruc: 30,575/48000
    Miklos: 30,375/40000
    Feldard: 30,945/34000
    Hasan: 30,030/32000
    Stephan: 30,080/32000
    Ludo: 29,730/40,000

  2. Hasan

    Hasan stepped forward. “Well met, holy one, and peace be upon the Hutakaa and their Vale. Know thee that we come with reverence for the antiquity of your race and its understanding. Know too that we come as friends, of thine and of thine own enemies. Indeed, see now that we bring your enemy as our own bonded diplomat. These humans are thine own friends these many years, and deserve the respect their friendship those many years earned. For friendship and belief is what brings us here. Belief that none can stand idle when evil that can end us threatens us. So I stand before you, an elf heir, young though I am, I will aid you as I can. Pass me the runestick, that I may assist thee.”

    (Presuming the Hutakkaa accept the elf’s offer of assistance … )

    “Koforedz, you are wise, and I will honor your confidence. Take me to thE Vault, and I will do as I can. We shall find this Tome of the Hutakaa, and see peace again on this Vale.” Accepting the Rod, Hasan examined it closely. “This looks old, yet still I recognize some of it. Ludo, Miklos, tell me what you see. Use your skills that I may do what I must at the Vault.”

    (Hasan will do what he can to open the Vault and find the Tome. if allowed time, Hasan will do what he can to read that Tome and understand the Ritual the Hutakaa wish to perform before turning it over to the Hutakaa.

  3. miklosdostevar

    Miklos recieved the rod giving it a cursory glance then turned to Ludo, “We should have brought the Traldar spokesman. It would have been interesting to see what he might have said to the High Priestess’s accusations. My mind is not made up in this matter, as you say I don’t believe all the truth has been told. There is fault on both sides.” He returned his attention to the rod. “It is a key Hasan, I suspect no duplicity at this point. We are here to break the deadlock and in return we shall learn the secrets the the Son’s of Night covert and in doing so we achieve and ultimate good.”

  4. Maruc

    DM: I presume the priestess spoke ‘common’ in her announcement?

    “I will not side with anyone willing to curse a land with the sleepless dead.” Maruc said. “But I have not pledged my loyalty to either side and I will not until I have all the facts. I have precious little of those.”

    He turned to the priestess, “Kforedz, High Priestess of Hutaaka. If as you say the Traldar released the undead on your lands, why would they do such a thing? They are strong and violent and they outnumbered you I presume? They seem incapable of magic’s that would cause the weakness between the worlds necessary to fill a whole valley with restless spirits. They accuse you and your kin of this deed and the facts so far point in this direction. You admit you are a priest and priests have skills in such areas. But only the evil would choose to do so.” He added darkly. “From my point of view it looks like your culture of what the Traldar call ‘slavery’ broke down in a violent revolution and perhaps this action was a final roll of the dice to maintain power, or simply even to save yourselves?”

    Maruc raised his voice as all could hear, “I follow the immortal Halav Incarnate who sits on the Ducal throne of Specularum in the deep South, He is wise and benevolent. I try to emulate Him in my way. I do not believe that the Hutaakan priests would deliberately and irreversibly befoul their land, but equally I do not believe the Traldar would have wilfully unleashed an undead hoard upon themselves. Miklos would be a better man to describe this, but what I think is this. Some delicate magical balance has been disturbed during the revolution. Neither side of the war are innocent. The Hutaakans forced labour from the Traldar, however willingly or not at the first, the Traldar certainly felt aggrieved enough to form a revolution in the end and have in ignorance broken something of Hutaakan making that has flooded the land with evil. But equally a violent revolution casts its own evil light and the Traldar did not choose to negotiate their plight, or were refused negotiation to avoid death and war. I do not accuse the Hutaakan’s of making the evil but of insufficiently containing it. I do accuse you of lack of foresight, arrogance and subjugation of another culture.”
    Maruc held up his hand for silence and the babble of voices, “I serve only the furtherance of Good under the eyes of Halav Incarnate. I will not suffer the undead to walk the land and I will do what I can to cleanse this land, but in return for this deed I seek oaths.”
    Maruc stepped forward in front of the Priestess and looked directly into her eyes. “Kforedz, High Priestess of Hutaaka. Under the eyes of Immortal Pflarr and Holy Halav who I call in witness, you will swear do all in your power to never again allow enslavement or anything akin to it to enter your culture. And this will be your responsibility and your heirs for ever. Do you agree to these terms?”

  5. Stephan

    “Faack….,” Stephan muttered about halfway through Maruc’s speech. Sotto voce, “Couldn’t he just say it was an accident and we’ll try to fix it but can you all just be nice to each other. And maybe just leave off that last part until we sort things out.” It was a rhetorical question. “Halav in Heaven,” the Traladarian muttered in way of correcting Maruc’s interpretation of the god’s whereabouts.

  6. Ludo

    Ludo looked over the rod ” the inscribition, its a elven dialect that I am not familar with, beautifully made, obviously very old”. He handed it back to to Hasan.

    Ludo started to ask “I wonder if they have anything to eat… and then stood agape as he was interrupted by Marucs. Silence bellowed as Maruc finsihed his speech. Ludo looked around uncomfortably and in an sotto voce echoed Stephan “Faack – Maruc you sure do know how to make friends and influence people. Come into their home, accuse your hosts of arrogance, evil and slavery and then give their religious leader an ultimatim”. His hand slowly moved and rested on his sword. This could go bad really quickly.

  7. Feldard lost interest in the priests long winded lecture as to the cause and reasons behind the war; it was only when the priest demanded an oath of the Hutaakan that the dwarf paid more heed. He watched the jackel headed priestess for sign of insult and anger, and moved his hand to his axe just in case.

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