Vythlak

Vythlak
Status	Active
Race	Dwarf
Gender	Male
Guild	Cleric
Instance	Prime

Appearance

451 AV, 8th Month

You are Vythlak, a Dwarf. You have a square face, sparkling gold eyes and a straight nose.  Your brown hair is short and thick.  You have tanned skin and a stout build.

You are very tall for a Dwarf.

Clerical Conduct

A collection of homilies, speeches, and sermons, in order from newest at the top to oldest at the bottom.

Event Name	Event Date	Event Host	Event Description	Notes	Sermon Notes	Event Log
Holy Sorcery Party	02/02/2025	Zynell	Prayers and Offerings to Phelim RE Sorcery.	First homily	Homily Notes
Holy Sorcery Party	02/08/2025	Vythlak	Prayers and Offerings to Kertigen RE Sorcery.	Second homily	Homily Notes

Visions of Faith

451 8th month ~32 Day | 02/02/2025

• You hear a few soft, fluttering notes of song, and when you look up see a nightingale has perched atop the shrine. A few golden motes hang around it momentarily, looking like stars hung in an echo of a constellation. The bird sings another soft few notes, then flies away and is gone.

451 9th month ~16 Day | 02/08/2025

• An enormous, coal-black raven suddenly descends from the sky, settling upon the shoulder of the jade statue, its heavy black beard feathers puffed pridefully. It lets out several soft croaks, turning its head to regard you with one intelligent black eye, and an iridescent sheen of gold flashes across its feathers. You briefly hear the ringing sound of a hammer on metal and smell smoke and ash. The raven flaps its wings and twists its head in something like a nod, then leaps up and flies away.
• Far above, a raven swoops into view, cawing loudly and flapping in three circles overhead, before flying off again.

451 9th month ~30 Day | 02/13/2025

• A golden glow erupts from Unaka's halo, and your vision is overtaken by a blinding flash!  When the haze dissipates, you see a stream of visions of the blossoming of civilization, centered on ceremonious union and love.  At first, you see a small gathering of tribespeople, two facing each other as the rest all chant words as one.  Flickering in quick succession, you see dozens of variations on marriages, from the floral displays of the S'Kra Mur to the handfasting of the Elves to the jubilant parties of the Olvi.  A tall man beams proudly as he walks a young bride down the aisle to a waiting Cleric with a gloriously gold and white rose in her hand, the groom standing anxiously nearby.  The scene changes, and you see the man settle comfortably in a seat near the back of the dance hall, watching the couple take the center of the floor for their dance together.  A rosy-cheeked Olvi man dangles his feet in the seat next to him, and they raise glasses of ale together.  The vision fades.
• A shimmering golden haze gives way to the appearance of a pristine white donkey, which plods steadily through the area.  It sidles up to Unaka with a snort, and she rests one large hand easily upon its head, scratching.  Your eye follows its head as it dips down to the ground, where you see a shining, illusory river of liquid in a rainbow of colors.  It drinks deeply, then raises its head again, bobbing it up and down briefly.  With another snort, it sedately walks away, dematerializing in another shimmer of gold.

451 10th month, 388th Day | 02/21/2025

• Unaka's halo flares into existence, blinding you with a golden flash!  As the haze dissipates, you find yourself observing a robed man as he stretches his arms skyward.  Looking up, you watch in fascination as the stars themselves begin to bend and stir, flowing in a large swirling spiral, mirroring the man as he slowly turns his arms overhead.  As you gaze at the moving stars, you begin to notice crackles of stirring lightning, a jittering web churning in the heavens.  The man continues to stir the cosmos, sweat beading on his brow, weaving lightning and stars into a blinding tapestry which draws together and solidifies.  He clenches his fists and pulls down with a mighty heave, and you are blinded and deafened as a thunderous column of writhing electricity tears the sky in half.  A shimmering after-image of a mighty owl covered in lightning-green feathers, wings outstretched, burns into your eyes, and the man stands proud, eyes ablaze.  The vision fades.