The small, stone monastery in the hills above the Everlund Pass was very definition of humble. Built of stones from a nearby quarry, it contained two rooms. A small temple with a shrine to Ilmater in the front and an even smaller room serving as the personal quarters of the Abbot of the monastery in the back.
Visitors were few.
The young acolytes of Ilmater that lived on the grounds welcomed the few pilgrims that arrived. Many of the acolytes had arrived in that fashion, cold, hungry, without possessions.
Many went days or months without entering the temple of glimpsing the Abbot that lived within.
Then, one day, a courier arrived from Sundabar with a message. He had been dispatched from the larger temple of Ilmater in Lurnar. It had taken him almost two weeks to get here, following the River Rauvin, tracking through the marches, and then climbing up into the hills searching for the monastery.
One of the young acolyte took the message from the courier and approached the monastery gingerly. Excited by the opportunity to have a valid reason to knock on the door and enter the temple, he knocked quickly on the door and pushed it open.
There, prostrate on the floor in front of a small shrine to Ilmater, lay one of the most blessed priests. Before he could rise from his knees before the small shrine of Ilmater, the young priest bursts in.
“Your eminence, a letter has arrived by courier from Everlund.” He holds the scroll up to you with bent head.
You think to yourself about Everlund and the recent wars in that part of Faerun. What could Sagus need of you? The red wax seal cracks as you open the scroll and read:
The Lord Chamberlain is commanded by the Grand Duke Sagus Macerock to invite Veit Torunn to the marriage of Prince Wyan Silverleaf with Lady Rosa Macerock at Moonshadow Keep on the first day of the first tenday of Mirtul. We ask of you to perform the ceremony on the day of the wedding, friend. May Ilmater find you well.
Being three months until Mirtul, you have a ceremony to plan. You might want to pray to Ilmater for guidance.
In the War of the Silver Marches, he had rallied the losing
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