Barely back from Kord’s side and the vampires came in the night. Kord allowing me back into this world shortly before such a brazen display can only mean one thing:
Kord desires a purging of his enemies, and I am his instrument.
After meeting Calvin Appleby(noted: odd), we headed back to the inn. Sam walked out, groveling at my feet. Afraid. Sam Nightweed claimed Appleby would tonight start a ritual that would destroy the city by sacrificing his infant son. My faith in Kord’s direction leads me to believe Sam. The halfling detective, Detective Hayfare, walking out of the inn next, taking us in on corrupt and bankrupt charges, pointed me to another enemy of Kord.
After Sam aided our early release from jail, we made our way to Appleby’s estate. Kord’s fury brewed in the sky, the dark clouds in incensed climax over the house. A drow joined in our fight through the house early on, claiming he had been investigating Appleby independently.
The top floor housed Appleby and the altar where he laid his child. We surrounded Appleby, and I intended to grab and slay the child immediately, removing the main component of this ritual to save the city. However, Ashkor the Ash-Bringer, who I recently helped find Kord’s grace, grabbed the child and tossed it toward me, where it landed and fell still. Truly, Ashkor is also an implement of Kord.
Enraged, Appleby slammed Ashkor to the altar. Despite my fierce blows to Appleby, he sent Ashkor through the large windows to the dragonborn’s death. We continued our battle with Appleby, also sending him through the windows. Fitting.
The ritual stopped.
The next morning, I helped bring Ashkor’s body to a person capable of resurrection. Kord saw fit to return Ashkor to us as he returned me the previous night.
Kord’s anger still darkening the sky, we found the halfling detective alone at the inn. Kord drove us to purge him from this city. Ashkor held the halfling as I disemboweled him. The dragonborn then crushed his head into the ground with a righteous blow.
We felt Kord’s pleasure.
“Extreme” is what drove me from the warrior sect of Kord in Ashbury. The death of a supposedly innocent child. Purging the detective without allowing him the honor of battle. Those so-called pious warriors would continue to call me extreme, warn me of retribution, if they were here.
In Ashbury, the warriors are content being a scabbard of Kord, even stable boys. In Havenkeep, I am a righteous fury. I am the lightning. I am the storm.
I am Kord’s blade.