A man a few years older than yourself comes out and introduces himself as Elgar.
"How may I be of service to you?"
"Good Morning, sir. My name is Sasha and I am a cleric of Isis. I am far from home - and have need of further training...I was wondering if I might train here...ordinarily, I could wait until I returned home, but I am involved n some serious business that can not wait..."
"I am sorry but we can only train clerics of Tyr. You must either return to your own church or find a passing cleric of Isis to train you."
Sasha looks crestfallen by the news and stutters a bit, "Ummm....well...is there no way then...my home is far, in Uckfield...and the chances of finding a wandering cleric of Isis...is...well...not very probable." Sasha pauses, trying to think...
"Ummm..perhaps there is some service I can perform ... in exchange..." Sasha's voice trails off uncertainly.
"I do not think that you understand, miss. We CANNOT train you in the ways of Isis. We do not know the ways of Isis. Only another cleric of Isis would know them. We could train you in the ways of Tyr, though...do you follow the tenets of Good and Law?"
Sasha suddenly thumps herself on the head and exclaims, "What am I talking about! Oh my goodness - I have a much more serious problem!" She removes the pouch that Vardui gave her from her belt and holds it forth. You see, Verona sent us all to 'clean' out a house infested with vile creatures, vermin and the like. She promised healing and assistance...and one of my companions was killed in the process..." she looks to the pouch.
"May I see the High Priestess - she must know of this..."
He looks at you with a slightly different expression on his features.
"Ah, I have been told of you. Follow me."
He leads you into the back of the church, down a long, winding passage, where the air is scented with pine. He stops before a closed door, and knocks softly at it. A female voice answers, and he enters while you wait outside.
A moment passes, before he returns.
"You may enter."
You do so, and find yourself standing in a large, dimly lit room. The walls are of oak and pine, the furnishings dark, heavy and substantial.
Behind a large desk sits Verona, this time clad in the grey robes of a cleric of Tyr, God of War and Law.
She rises to greet you, her expression slightly sheepish.
"I was at the Inn of the Drunken Dwarf seeking you last night, after I heard from Ming that you wanted to see me. I am sorry to hear of Jaramir's death."
"Oh, I am sorry I missed you...I was...confused ..." Sasha sighs, "Well, anyway. We need your help. Jaramir, as you know, has been slain by Vardrui (sp?) and well...I really feel I should do something about that...it was my fault...well, my tween may have influenced events...I need to have him resurrected...and then later....when we are able, we will go find his soul. His quasit was apparently working for an evil demon and snatched it. Ray Jay is working on locating it..but in the meantime, I guess we should do what we can. You offered us assistance when we first took on this assignment..." Sasha lets her sentence trail, not knowing how to continue.
> Verona looks solemn.
> > "You have chosen a very difficult path to follow, dear. But you must go > where your heart and your duty leads you. I can resurrect Jaramir, but Tyr > does not grant me such spells without a large donation to his church. > 9000gp would suffice. Have you a part of his body?"
Sasha frowns, then looks a little sick. "Ummm...I don't think we have a part of his body...but I will go back...and...get some..." Sasha turns away for a moment.
Turning back, a little paler, she continues. "I have this pouch which Vardrui gave me - I have not looked inside yet...and I think we found some coin at the house...I don't know how much though. I will try to get it all..." She opens the pouch .... (and finds???)
10 diamonds and a few platinum pieces.
"That should be more than sufficient, dear."
Sasha looks relieved and takes her leave. "Well then, I guess I will go and ...well, you know, get some of Jaramir...Thank you for your help..." Sasha pauses, as if searching for the right words, and finally says, "Perhaps you could advise me on another matter...I have need of training...and don't want to take the time to go home - do you know of a Cleric of Isis nearby..."
"There are none in the City, but often enough one will pass through. They usually stay at the inn where you are."
Sasha suddenly looks startled, and blurts out, "Oh, in speaking with the Mage Ray Jay, we learned that you feared that a rival church was in league with the theives guild or something...which church then do you suspect is involved?"
"I do not wish to say right now. It is a touchy situation...and one that could get very - ahhh - difficult if it were discovered that we were involved directly. I was hoping that you could help us by finding some material evidence pointing to this church, or the guild. Then we may be able to get the authorities involved."
"Okay, it seems my path is clear now. Thank you so much for your advice and assistance. We will continue with the house...and other things."
Sasha takes her leave and returns to the Inn.
Sasha returns to the Inn, more at peace with herself than when she left. "J'Harast, I have been to the church of Tyr and spoken with Verona. She will resurrect your brother...I have already taken care of the fee - Vardrui was very generous it seems...all we need to do is bring a piece of...um...your brother...to the church."
"I thank you for your concern. I have yet to make arrangements for his burial, so you can have all of him that is left. However, what can be done with his 'soul' if you will residing in the dark planes?" J'Harast will then indicate where the body is currently residing.
Sasha returns to the church of Tyr carrying a heavy, oiled leather bag full of what is left of Jaramir.
The acolytes relieve you of this burden, and bid you wait, while they hurry into the inner temple.
You wait for half an hour, then Verona appears, looking tired and drained.
Behind her is Jaramir...at least the husk of him. He is clad in a grey robe. His body is whole, but his features are blank, his eyes devoid of expression. You are not comfortable looking at him.
"He lives, but his soul is elsewhere," Verona says in a weary voice. "His body will function, he can eat, sleep, move about, and follow simple instructions. Until you return his soul to him, though, he will be incomplete."
She turns to the half elf.
"Jaramir, you will accompany Sasha."
Jaramir says nothing, but walks over to stand beside you. His movements are stiff and unnatural.
"Now, I must rest," says the High Preistess, turning to leave you.
You return to the Inn with Jaramir.