Worship of Iomedae
Lady of Light, I feel the rage of the orc threatening to tear my soul apart. Send me the strength to maintain your Order in my inner Chaos. Make me an instrument of thine Justice, and bless my axe, and I will see to it that thy Will is done throughout our land.
Message to Advisor
Mother Aughra,
I have made some small progress on my quest to bring Order and Peace to the land. Having improved myself physically at the Body Guild, I proceeded to destroyed vermin in the sewers under the Palace of Parody. I was rewarded by the proprietress. I refrained from spending it all on ale, as you advised.
Yours in Faith,
Brother Cyrus.
First time in the Town
Cyrus was halted at the gates, crossbows leveled at his chest by two guards. "Halt, monster!"
The would-be paladin raised his arms over his head. As he did so, his cloak fell away, revealing the cross of Iomedae on his black shirt. He growled, "Is this how you greet the son of Rolff?"
The guards gasped. One of them said, incredulously, "Brother Cyrus? We were told to look for your arrival."
This took the half-orc by suprise. "Who told you this?"
"It is not our place to say. But most people find such answers in the tavern." His companion smirked, and handed him a parchment. "Take this pass, or you're likely to find trouble." Cyrus merely grunted and grabbed the proffered chit and swept past the bemused sentries.
Why Am I Cyrus?
Law is the foundation of the Cosmos. It represents the rules that govern Order. To be an instrument of Law is to be pleasing in the sight of The Lady, who first brought Law into the Cosmos.