Metal. Smoke. Fire. Marching Feet.
Everiel stirred from the table, the magic of the scroll fading as her spirit returned. She looked around, seeing High Priest Jaric slowly lower his hands and the scroll he was holding crumbled to dust. The Walls of the Mother Moon's hut surrounded her, thick with tapestry and animal hides. in the light of a few simple lanterns, she could see the face of Shella, her Iron mother, look down.
How are you battle sister?, asked Shella.
Everiel took a moment to recover, and said: "I am as well as someone who just returned from the bonds of death can be, Iron Mother." "I am honored you would see fit to waste such valuable magics upon me."
Shella boomed out: "Ha, like i would let such a promising young candidate like you go to waste. You fell by my side in Glorious Battle, and Gorum be Dammed if i was to let you stay cold in the ground when you could join us in yet more Battles of blood and Honor!"
Jaric askes: "Should i prepare the spells of restoration? Gelros managed to find enough pure diamonds in out stash of gems to allow me to restore her to her full strength."
"Yes" replied Shella. "I suspect we shall need Everiel in the coming fights with that damn cyclops duo."
As Jaric begins the process to cast yet more divine spells, Shella leans in to speak with Everiel. "Tell me sister, do you rember anything from your time beyond the veil?"
Everiel pauses, then speaks. "The last thing i remember mother, is that damn axe parting my spleen from my spine and burning out my breakfast through my nostrils." "Though, i do remember a feeling of warmth, and the sounds of armies marching."
"Nothing Else?" asked Shella, as the glow of restorative magic began to seep into Everiel's skin.
"Well there was one more thing", said Everiel. "I think I remember a voice reverberating in my head, saying Seek the trials." "Thats the only thing i remember before waking up here."
"Innteresting," mumble Shella.