SKT.5.2 For a Fallen Friend
Session Summary
- The party rushes to the nearest community, Red Larch, in search of a temple with the power to resurrect Tristain.
- Upon finding a priest capable of handling the ritual, the party must delve into the Underdark to retrieve a diamond of sufficient clarity and worth to be used in the attempted resurrection.
- Second, feeling guilty for not adequately defending his friend, recklessly dives headfirst into the task, nearly killing himself and his companions in the process of successfully retrieving a diamond buried within the Underdark opening near Red Larch.
- At dawn the next morning, the party gathers with Dawnbringer Parin, who oversees the ceremony to revive Tristain.
- With the aid of the party, Tristain is successfully resurrected. After a vision of his father in the afterlife, Tristain wakes with a renewed sense of purpose and departs shortly thereafter to pursue the contracts given to him by the Knights of Holy Judgement to see his father's will through to completion.
Tristain's Resurrection
As you enter the shrine, Dawnbringer Parin sits in a pew, rubbing his hands together. His eyes watch the windows with a hopeful anticipation. Hearing your entrance, he stands gracefully, nods once, and speaks. “From death, life. Let us proceed to the altar of Lathander” In the darkness, Dawnbringer Parin lifts the empty vessel of Tristain. Your fallen comrades body hangs limp, wrapped in rose and yellow cloth, his arms crossed over his chest. Stepping in solemn rhythm up the simple stone stairs, Dawnbringer Parion places Tristain on an altar of stained glass in the loft above the worship chamber. In a silence that seems to drift on in darkness, Dawnbringer Parin prepares the space. He slowly, reverently draws curtains open to reveal a large stained glass window of rose-gold and and orange facing due East. Kneeling before the stained glass - a depiction of Lathander in resplendent glory - Dawnbringer Parin whispers a prayer. As he words fade, he raises his left hand, drawing a circle in the air in front of him, nodding, and rising to his feet. Wrapping the stained glass window, you read the following inscription carved into stone, "Strive always to aid, to foster new hope, new ideas, and new prosperity for all humankind and its allies. Perfect thyself, and guard ever against pride, for it is a sacred duty to foster new growth, nurture growing things, and work for rebirth and renewal. Be fertile in mind and body. Consider always the consequences of thine actions so that the least effort may bring the greatest and best reward. Wherever you go, sow seeds of plants, tend the growing things you find, and plant seeds of hope, new ideas, and plans for a rosy future in the minds of all. Whenever possible, see each dawn." Dawnbringer Parin circles the altar, ever so slightly smoothing out the material draped over Tristain, and waits. In the silent and dreary darkness, you wait and watch the horizon through rose and gold fragments of glass. Gradually, as if waking from sleep, the sun breaks over the horizon. Dawnbringer Parin smiles conflictingly, pauses, and begins to recite a prayer. As he does, he holds up the diamond and places into a lantern, as if it were a candle. Refracting through the gem, sunlight scatters across the stained glass altar. Light beams radiate around Tristain’s body, lighting the cloth over his body with a beautiful iridescence of mosaic color. Father of the morning, we greet your dawn with gratitude and grace.Your warmth breaks another morning yet, and wakes our hearts to love.
On this morning, though a blessing undeserved,
we feel the night linger still in our hearts.
For their is mourning for the loss of this precious soul.
We pray, through these rituals of resurrection,
For your goodness to shine through his life once more.
On this altar, we plea for life to bloom anew.
We ask this, radiant Lathander, though you. “Now, it is tradition to sing the Song of Dawn, a hymn of praise to Lathander. But it is traditionally arranged with a blend of vocal harmonies and counter harmonies of beautiful complexity. Would any of you be willing to add your voice to mine? If you’ll carry the melody, I’ll sing the harmony.” In the shroud of darkness cast,
Your light doth break at last.
The morning dawn, a gentle sigh
A first breath after restless night.
Your peace and warmth, may we now sow
As seeds of love and goodness grow.
Grant us new eyes to witness your love,
Reflecting the dawn as clouds above.
As day begins and your light shines through.
Guide us through life, through death, forever to you. As the final notes of the Song of Dawn reverberate through the chamber, Dawnbringer Parin carefully arranges glistening yellow rose petals as a crown around Tristain’s head. These petals plucked with morning dew,
A reminder of life the dawn brings anew.
So as the flowers bloom and someday wilt,
May Tristain return to life to see his purpose fulfilled. While speaking this verse, Dawnbringer Parin folds back the ceremonial cloth resting over Tristain, revealing the pale and peaceful face. He takes the remaining rose petals in his hand, softly crushes them, and uses the pigment released to draw the symbol of a sun on Tristain’s forehead. “Now, we begin the final preparations, would two of the mourning share their light in this moment to aid this wandering soul back to the realm of the living?” “Thank you for these contributions. Now, I will recite the final rite of resurrection. If Tristain is to be restored, may he wake as I speak these holy words.” Morninglord,
In the midst of loss, we seek the shining splendor of your love.
May your strength scatter the shadows of sorrow.
In tears and wailing, lead us to the beauty and harmony of your morning glow.
Though death returns us to your eternal dawn, we seek your grace and behest your goodness.
Return this vessel to life, enraptured in your warmth.
As the dawn breaks, may so death’s grip on this honored soul.
May this knight, broken in his search of justice and peace,
be found worthy in your holy judgement.
In the name of Lathander. As the sun continues to rise, you wait, your breath caught in your throat, to see if Tristain’s eyes open to the morning light once more.
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