Glavendroom was a relatively sizeable town hidden away deep within an illustrious but dangerous forest. Although the particular part of the forest the ancient city resided was decrepit and decayed as if possessed by some lingering evil refusing to be subdued peacefully. With the desired town nearly coming into view, the path began a transformation from leaf littered soil into a morbid swampy marsh with death and rot lingering in the air like an ill fated omen. Gerrard glancing to the leader of his accompanying Draungerion Elitists asked him, "Think there will be any converts here, Sypherist?"

Sypherist stood much taller than the other three bodyguards and his build was larger than that of even the most savage of warriors, his eyes were a dark but pleasant blue, his hair was striking, extensive, and a noticeable shade of bronze. Sypherist wore an armor that appeared incapable of protecting its user but was in reality far from useless. Adorned on his left was a shield that was equally invaluable appearing as his armor and also equally as powerful. The armor and shield bore archaic symbols of unknown origin engraved in the metal through an art long-sense deceased among the various kingdoms of man. Inside of the symbols on the armor is depicted a lion proudly staring into the sky silently shouting its defiance of defeat. The shield pictured a noble eagle screeching its challenge upward to the heavens that hearten the bird's wings. The scarcely tampered scabbard encasing his sword nodded with his strides, mimicking his movements forward as he pressed further into the forest.

"Only Eidol knows for sure. I was informed of an evil influence thought to have consumed the mind of the lord of these forest folk, so don't raise your hopes too highly. He may not find us as welcome in his lands as we would wish." came the morose response.

Distressed vaguely by the answer, Gerrard's thoughts trailed off for a few moments before ultimately losing them entirely to the appearance of four figures approaching in the distance.

"We're nearing the city. They're probably just patrols from Glavendroom keeping the passage into their gates safe from bandits and the beasts of this forest." Sypherist said trying to ease Gerrard's obvious distress.

Gerrard nodded, unconvinced, and continued to move onward with the rest of his party. After a couple of minutes the two groups eventually converged. Gerrard, Sypherist and the other Draungerion Elitists halted to embrace in conversation with the six patrolling soldiers that now stood in front of them.

The most highly decorated of the soldiers dared forward and questioned,"What is your business in Glavendroom, Priest?" in his raspy but nonetheless commanding voice. The soldier now understood to be the captain appeared malevolently garbed in rust tainted chainmail armor with a skull embedded in the weaves over top his heart. Upon his sash was holstered a standard soldier's blade with a tattered scabbard due to the perpetual use it grew accustomed to over the years of service to its owner. The captain was much larger than the ones that accompanied him but he appeared diminutive in comparison to Sypherist, his eyes and hair both glistened black as night, and his smile seemed to be a gift from Sicious, god of Ignorance.

"I have traveled a great distance to ask the people of this city to reconsider their godless ways and succumb to the will of Eidol, god of knowledge. In this book are the teachings of Eidol and his doings that would change the traditions of much of this town and I am certain the people will welcome religion into their lives if given this opportunity."

The captain of the guards smiled musingly at Gerrard, while the other soldiers were immediately in tears due to their derisive laughter at the heinous idea posed them.

"Let us pass" were the only words Sypherist let escape his pursed lips as he stared menacingly into the eyes of the evil troupe's captain. His voice resounded in such a way that fear seeped easily into the throats of his tormentors, like water into the cracks of stone, halting their sardonic laughter.

To this the captain replied after relocating his voice, "A priest will never be allowed to set foot in Glavendroom travelers. If one ever manages to, our master's hold on this land could become jeopardized. Without him in power, we in turn would lose our authority. Besides, we already have a god. Take a look at this." Reaching into an extensive pocket sown into his leather leggings, the captain withdrew a round, thick, wooden disc. A closed book engulfed in flames was etched on the surface of the disc, identifying the men to be followers of Sicious. "Empower me, SICIOUS!" he said putting emphasis on the word lost so that it was almost a yell.

Not long after the captain's words, the twang of a bowstring was heard ringing from atop a tree not far from where they congregated. This was followed in quick repercussion by the familiar whirl of an arrow hurtling through the air at breakneck speed towards its target. Sypherist realizing what was happening immediately drew his sword and sought refuge behind his ancient shield. One of the other Draungerion Elites was not given the same chance to adjust his defenses as the first arrow lodged itself in his throat seconds after the shot was heard. The shot killed him on impact.