Lefsor arrived in the temple, ready to begin that evening's work. Vayrash turned to him.
"Ah! How good to see you, Lefsor!" The high priest of Pelor said, smiling at his apprentice. "I heard that you recently learnt how to channel the very essence of His might... very impressive!"
Lefsor grinned. "It's wonderful!" he said, "She was dying... and I just... I just said the words of Him, and touched her! Her wounds were gone! She lived!"
"Ah, the Healing Hands..." said Vayrash, thoughtfully, "You should be very useful to us, Lefsor. In fact... now that you can channel his will, I think you can join me on the Night Job."
Lefsor was stunned. The Night Job! Every evening he had to sweep the temple and make offerings to Pelor, but now he had the offer to accompany his master on his mysterious night work... the night work where he would venture out of the dormitaries and roam the city. What could he be doing? It looked like he was going to find out.
The evenings work was finished quickly and enthusiasticly by Lefsor. He made the standard offering of grain and wine to Pelor, and thanked him for his kindness. He also asked that Pelor give him the strength to carry out his mission for the night.
He left the temple with Vayrash under the cover of darkness. Lefsor shivered. The thin robes he was wearing did not protect him from the harsh winter cold of the night. He and Vayrash arrived at the centre of town, where there was a group of shadowy figures in robes.
"Who are these?" said Lefsor, wondering how these people could possibly help with their job, "What are we trying to do?"
"These are fellow believers", said Vayrash, "They help me to carry out Pelor's work." Vayrash muttered a quick prayer asking Pelor to give them strength and guide them on their journey. All very well, thought Lefsor, but what are we doing? Why are we out at night? Nevermind, if it's in the name of Pelor, there must be a good reason.
They arrived in the Doldrums. The most shadowy, shadiest part of the city. They were outside what appeared to be a lodging house... if you could call it a house. It was delapitated to the point of ruin. Without making a sound, one of the men in robes reached down and picked the lock on the door. Wait, what were they doing this for? Before Lefsor had time to consider, they were moving in.
He saw in the front room... lots of sleeping people. Very small sleeping people. In fact they looked like...
"Halflings!" shouted Vayrash, "The infidels of Yondalla must be destroyed!" As some of the figures in the room began to rouse, all of the robed men reached downwards for their belts. Some of them drew out daggers, some knives, some swords, some clubs... but they were all armed. In seconds, the mob had descended upon the sleeping halflings. Screams and cries went up, but they were quickly extinguished and silenced by the attackers. Other men ran to the back rooms, in the hope of finding more to kill...
"What on earth are we doing!" shouted Lefsor, furious, "Why are we letting them kill these people?"
"They aren't people, Lefsor," responded Vayrash, "And they are infidels. In destroying them, we are performing the most glorious work of Pelor!"
"Pelor makes the sun shine! Pelor grants us healing! He wouldn't want this!" Lefsor looked around at the scene of carnage before him. He had spent the last 9 years of his life as an apprentice... for this? Why were they doing this! Pelor would never approve!
"And he's granting us strength right now!" said Vayrash, grinning, "This is what he wants us to do! It's our responsibility to purge the world of infidels!"
Lefsor looked down at his bed. He had finally arrived back from the sickening scene of ruin, of chaos, of destruction... was this what he wanted? He looked down at the mace in front of him. Picking it up, he realised it was far heavier than he thought it would be. Nevermind, it would have to do. He slid his studded armour on under his robes and went down the stairs. The madness would end here...
He entered the room. "Hi!" said Vayrash, beaming, "Thanks for accompanying me on the Night Job. The healing you gave afterwards did come in handy and-"
The act didn't take long. The mace, which had been behind his back, was suddenly swung straight towards Vayrash's head. Vayrash wasn't prepared, and a single shot was all it took to knock him to the floor. Lefsor looked down. Life on the run would be hard, but it would be worth it. He had to achieve his goal. He had to meet his new target.
He'd have to rid the world of religion, and all of the madness and destruction that accompanied it. He'd checked - he could still perform his spells without Pelor's assistence. Pelor's cruel reign of tyranny would end. His and the rest of those damn gods. Without any thought as to how he would achieve these goals, and not realising that his own passion and fury was driving his powers, he strode out of the temple and into the world.
And that's the story.
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