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=The Antlers of the gods.=

The mural covered corridor was filled with a myriad of tallow lamps, burners and rush torches. A small gathering was taking place: an exchange of stories and knowledge.... titbits, nuggets, and chunks of raw information shared, as a link to the sage's god was made...

There was little ceremony as was oft the case with Wild Sages, just a giving of power and a low litany mumbled more than sung.

There was a rustle...... As if a great book had been opened and it's pages run through at speed.

Then the murals began to move, drawing gasps from the assembled men and women.

Vak Vak hunkered down, acknowledging the power of a Lightbringer.

No magic was asked for, just a shrine to be built, but the god was actually here....

A grey hooded figure walked through the hunting scenes drawn upon the walls, admiring the view and forever capturing the knowledge contained there. Behind him, a small knot of hero scribes did what they did best and recorded everything.

Then a voice, seen rather than heard, came from mural, in the form of fast forming words that scrolled from the god's mouth.

"Wild sage, founder of this shrine.... you face a creation of the Mistress of Light, the vampire of Gork's Hills, guardian of the fires of heaven...... A wife of Nysalor himself.

She still lives, but far away to the west and is no concern to you. But out of Ignorance has come another, spinning his web and thus the Darkman walks again. 

Remember darkness is your ally.

Humakt maybe not.....

A Lead cross, that strikes down Vivamort's spawn.

A healer's death.

A trip to Hell.

Terrible thing's to bear. Trust in the DarkStar and you Dark allies. For they know the Darkman too."

The figure then turns and slowly recedes into the murals.......