While the boiling winds of magic may throw out dark energies into the physical world, in equal measure it releases positive energy. As three strangers gather around a campfire in a forest to the south east, three different strangers gather in the town of Port Hold. A girl named Francille, wrapped in furs and a wolfish aspect. She waited in a tavern by the town gate for her charges, those who sought safe passage to the city. She was joined there by a knight of the Holy Ordo, a brute of a man named Elathon, honour bound to likewise protect and shelter the innocent, and Father Domalov, a priest who offered his own gifts in exchange for passage with the rest. The three spoke in warm and pleasant tones of their travels and their aspirations, soon though they departed as the charges arrived. Together those three shepherd their nine charges through the gnawing cold, ploughing through shoulder high snow bands and battling blizzard winds to reach Paralith.
When the party were only two days out from Paralith there was a sudden explosion of fear and violence. Father Domalov who marched at the head of the column was suddenly stopped by Francille, who sniffed at the howling storm winds with a face of pure focus and recognition. Her and the father stood waiting, the knight at the rear readying his weapon while their charges stood huddled together like panicked sheep in search for warmth and comfort. Suddenly from the benighted woods there emerged a werewolf of enormous size. Instantly the beast came roaring at the party, Francille began to loose arrows at the wolf, piercing the thick fur and hide. Elathon came charging from the rear, sword in hand to do battle. With a vicious swing the knight left a bright crimson slash that glistened in the moon light and stood out in stark relief against the wolf white fur. The priest loosed bolts of fire and purifying light that burned and scorched the beast. Soon the wolf howled its last mournful cry and dropped to its knees before the knight, with blade in hand, ended the wolf.
Reassured that the danger had passed the pilgrims soon began to move once more, again battling through the wind and snow with the help of their guides and protectors. Soon the party and their pilgrim charges arrived before the splendid carved gates of Paralith. The travellers paid their shepherds for their services and were instantly lost amidst the constant rush and bustle of the city. The Knight and the Priest were to present themselves at the great cathedral and invited their third companion to accompany them. Upon arrival the three were greeted by a Hierophant who bade them accompany them. From there were taken before the High Lord of the Faith himself, a man of impressive stature and even more impressive power and influence throughout the new world. The High lord studied the three subjects before him, and considered that these three, as mismatched as they were may well be the very warriors he sought.
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