Entered Level 21 - Terminus

Life, Milestone

Entered Level 21 and was immediately escorted to the court of Fazrian the Planetar. The angel accused the party of crimes and put them on trial.

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Fazrian dialogue:  

The neglected foyer empties out into a hall dimly lit by distant braziers. Through the thin haze, you make out a giant upon a throne fashioned from bones. His skin is the color of soft jade and from his back sprout two white-feathered wings.   His eyes are of molten silver and his gaze is grim. "Welcome," the giant tells you. "To my court—to the Hall of Final Judgment. I am Fazrian the Just." The angel's gaze is piercing, driving deep into your very soul. Just then, the angel lifts a letter whose envelope was once sealed with a violet, wax "H."   "Courage. Restraint. Good judgment. These are the ideals of my lord, Torm, Ideals that creatures both mortal and immaculate must live by. It appears, however, that you have fallen short. I have been apprised of your crimes, by one who knows them well. Murder. Reckless endangerment of the public. Destruction of property." He looks at you as a disappointed parent would look at his children.   "But fear not, for in the Court of Torm, you shall find absolution. In this court, we shall separate truth from lies. If you are found to be guilty, you shall be made clean." The angel hefts his greatsword, leaving no doubt as to his method of washing. "You shall be afforded a fair and impartial trial before Torm's earthly representative: Me. The trial shall be tomorrow before an unbiased jury to weigh the charges against you."

    The angel gestures to the side, and five figures appear along the northern wall. Two are arcanoloths you have not met. One is a duergar who eyes you with avarice. The fourth is a human commoner in the drab clothes of a Skulker (resident of Skullport), who gazes at you with awe. Finally, a metal giant you recognize from his statuary: Trobriand, Apprentice of Halaster, the Metal Mage.   "Prosecutor, are you prepare for the trial?" the angel asks. "I am, my lord" says a silky voice that you have not heard in some time. Maddgoth, the serial killing archmage, steps around you with a small smile. "Excellent" says the angel before fixing his gaze upon you once more.   "You are allowed up to five witnesses to speak on your behalf. Halaster has kindly agreed to bring them here. I recommend you think hard on who these shall be, for in this Hall, all judgments are Final. Think on your defense, and have it sent to me when you are prepared. But know this" he says, holding up a warning finger. "Should you attempt to flee, I will personally give pursuit. I have chased sinners across these sordid planes since before Toril was more than a cloud of dust."