Dawngreeter Yornan Hawklight - Encounter 1

As you lay in bed, a vision comes to you in the form of your old mentor, the elderly Pizzara, a High Priest of Lathander and a powerful voice inside the /wiki/spaces/CAM/pages/73728036. In this vision of the past, you are kneeling before him, once again a young novice living in the catacombs beneath /wiki/spaces/CAM/pages/73957431. He places his hand upon your brow:

My child. You will remember this when you have need. When you are strong enough to attempt to claim your destiny. When dark forces conspire to stop you.

Right now, the knives of The Hate Incarnate are severing the fragile /wiki/spaces/CAM/pages/595656834 forever. Those of us that follow the path of the Brotherhood will be no more. I have tried to protect you all of these years. You are to be the chosen one that teaches the world of the mysteries of Lathander. How he is the God of Life. How he died to bring about this gentle age of peace nourished by the giving earth. And how he has been resurrected as Amaunator - the nurturing sun - in order to grow and heal us all.

I knew from the moment that I cast my first augury upon you that you were to be the chosen one. I raised you amongst other acolytes in order to protect your identity, to shield you from The Hate Incarnate. They worship Amaunator as the fiery sun. I fear that they were corrupted from forces emanating from the planar rift that the /wiki/spaces/CAM/pages/595656834 has guarded for centuries.

Let me disclose the greatest secret of our order. That rift is a half-healed portal to the Elemental Plane of Fire. During the convergence between this age and the last, the forces of Fire were poised to bring forth another Age of Fire. An age likely to be more cruel and brutal than the last. An age that might see the powers of Fire rule forever. Our god Lathander, in desperation, tore a hole in reality itself in order to travel to the Plane of Fire and subdue the god Krokus. Lathander made many fell bargains that day. But he must have been victorious, for Fire was overthrown and Earth rose dominant over the world.

But at what cost? Why does Lathander heed the prayers of the /wiki/spaces/CAM/pages/73728036 and The Hate Incarnate? Why do the stewards of this age - the humans - worship Tiamat, a devil from the outer planes that commands the powers of Water? And why is stewardship left to us, mostly human, living amongst the ruins of elves from earlier, glorious ages, with only a few drops of their blood in our veins?

Quick, I can hear the Hate approaching. I have cast upon you and your fellow acolytes spells to hide and hasten your escape. Run. Now. And when the time comes, let the blessing of Lathander envelope you.

As your mentor places his hand upon your brow one last time - in the present? in the past? - you feel a surge of life energy run through your body.

You have subsumed the Blessing of Lathander and can invoke /wiki/spaces/CAM/pages/618364997.