A Scion Of My Clan
Clan fathers be praised! We are free of that cursed pyramid and it’s endless night. Again I rejoice in the feel of wind on scale and sun on face. The evil parasite that was Thrullzon has departed from the body of the Teifling Akmenos. There was much joy within the group at this. Akmenos seems a jolly fellow if overly debauched.
Bahamut has not revealed to me my path for the coming while, so I have joined with my new comrades to see where their futures lead. I feel the buds of wings itching on my shoulder blades, and revel in my Dragonic heritage coming to the fore. We left the city and having travelled some while, we have come to a village.
Settling in for the night in a tavern we were interrupted by a local claiming a village shrine was under attack. I was surprised at the lack of response from the yokels. The shrine was to the Sun God, and since upon occasion that god has aided mine in the battle against evil, I called to my companions to aid me in going to the rescue of the village cleric.
In the shrine, we found the cleric surrounded by Elves of a mean disposition. I stepped forward to see if I could quell the disturbance, but they attacked me on mass. I could not get through to the cleric and was driven back to the door as I cast protections upon the cleric and blasted them with lightning from my breath.
Vondal advanced but he too could not reach the Sun God’s cleric. Rather the elves cut the priest down and fled like cowards. But they paid for their desecration, as we spilt their blood upon the blessed floor.
In the aftermath we discovered they were no elves, but some legendary fey peoples long since disappeared from the land. The Sun Gods statue stood clouded in shadow, and I grieved that I could not save the cleric nor prevent this sacrilege.
I sense Bahamut’s anger at this and vow to right this wrong.