Performing the God's Will. Part 1.

Brackus looked upon the desecrated town below him.  He stood on a small hill, overlooking the small town. Once, this town had been the scene of happiness. Children would run and play in the streets, honest folk would go about their daily routines, continuesly working to put food on the table.1

Yet now the town was a shell of its former self. It lay in ruins, many houses lay shattered and broken. Those that still stood were heavily boarded shut, except in area's where these boards had been forcefully ripped out. The desperate villagers had attempted to shut themselves in, to protect themselves from the slaughter. It hardly did any good.2

Only a small group had survived and they had fled. Brackus had met the convoy two days ago. Scared, starving, and wounded they had practically fallen upon him. 3

Brackus was a Priest, a traveling Cleric serving his god, Oghma, brother God of Knowledge. Brackus had been born and raised in the Snowflake Mountain region. His mother had died in childbirth and his father was merely a lowly begger on the streets of Carradoon. The man had met and untimely death, leaving Brackus alone at the age of five.4

Seeing what his father had gone through each day Brackus vowed to be different. So he had set of to the only place in the region to make a name for yourself. The Edificiant Library. The library dedicated to the persuite of Knowledge, and the most prominent religious facility dedicated to the two brother Gods of Knowledge, Oghma and Denier.5

Brackus joined the ranks of Oghman priest and began his duties. Through the yours the young man grew in rank as his faith grew. He also grew in spiritual and physical power. Oghman's were reviled wrestling, wrestling being a favored activity of Oghma, and as such he quickly grew in size. Brackus never was quite as large as his fellow brothers, but he still held an undefeated title back in the library.6

He was strong, every muscle in his frame was built to perfection. Along with his strength came great speed and agility, as well as balance. Most Oghman's wrestled to overpower, Brackus was a master at using leverage and an opponents momentum against them.7

He had nearly achieved the status of Headmaster when Oghma had spoken to him. This was not the life for him. Oghma wanted him out in the world, helping those in need. Not spending his time in quiet study at the library. So, with a quick fairwell he had packed and began his travels.8

It had been six years since Brackus had stepped out of the library. He had seen many sights and had helped countless people. Yet the sight of this town, broken and desecrated, tore at his heart.9

By the survivors accounts something evil had come to the town. It had struck without warning and before anyone could do anything. The streets had been filled with creatures. Zombies and other undead monsters tore into homes and killed without mercy, feasting on the flesh of the living.10

Brackus knew that most undead things were thoughtless, and usually easily defeated. Yet these groups worked in harmony, and with a common goal. Everytime a semblance of defense was built, the zombies would find a strategy against it. Something had been controlling the mindless mob, and Brackus thought he had a good idea as to what that was.11

From his vantage point Brackus could see the church in the center of town. By all accounts thats where everything had started, and Brackus could hardly discount this theory. The building was black, and completly boarded up (More proof to Brackus's theory) and an evil aura seeped from the place.12

Brackus looked up at the sun, he still had quite a few hours of light left. Which was good, not even Brackus would dare venture near here at night, he merely hoped he would have enough time.13

The Priest checked his equipment. He wore simple leather armor, it was lighter and easier to travel in. Also he wore a rich and colorful robe, inscribed with many runes and the holy symbol of Oghma stitched to his chest. On his belt hung many pouches and two battle maces. Most Priests wielded only one of these weapons, but Brackus always favored the dual wielding method.14

Nodding, seeing that all was in order, Brackus began his walk into the village.15

If the village had been a sorry sight at long distance, it didn't compare to the wretchedness close up. The smell of death and decay was rich and hung in the air. Blood stains were evident in nearly every corner. Whatever had struck here, it had eaten well. Brackus had to fight the urge to rip open the boards and search for survivors. He simply did not have enough time to search every house. Besides, if anyone was left alive, Brackus doubted that there was, they would survive until nightfall, and Brackus hoped to be done with this place by than.