The Black Heresy of Tempus

[In The Eyes Of God]

When storytellers tell of heroes, they speak of men who they wish existed. When a soldier recounts the stories of his aged grandfather, he speaks of a man whose words were twisted by what his grandfather thought.

Legends, myths, folk stories, these that stands amidst the rubble of ruinous memory. We cannot rely on harpers to immortalize heroes, we cannot rely on folly filled man to remember the past and what great men stood for as the soul of battle blazed in their heart- no, a hero must become immortal if we truly desire to remember who they once were...

Now, here, on the precipice of apocalypse, with the sea of conflict all around us, one merely walk out the walls and they shall find battle, heroes emerge from the thick, dank mist of time. The future, present, and past encircle one another in a glorious vestige of the trumpeting battles of the mighty Tempos shall we make the cry and champion the supremacy of mankind as they stand against the coming End...

Find glory, warrior, for immortality awaits those who champion The Mighty God and make their name known throughout.

The Black Heresy of Tempus splintered off in the various chaotic reformations of the Church during the time of troubles. It remained small, always, never numbering more than ten to twenty men and women. Dogmatically, they conducted themselves similarly, in spirit and vernacular with the main ethos of the church, but the key differences lying in that eternity must be claimed. Death, while glorious, means your legacy is left to rot and be manipulated by the future generations for their own ends, wreaking untold destruction in the name of a long lost hero. No, to prevent this, true heroes must be elevated beyond death and kept out of Kelemvor's grip, there are a myriad of ways to extend one's life time that doesn't necessarily involve necromancy, but it isn't an excluded option, either. (See Halaster, who has survived for eight thousand or more years, and various arch wizards)

As well, the dogma emphasizes the supremacy of mankind as Tempus' favored race. Wherever mankind marched, battle followed. Glory earned, plunder split, and nations wrought. Triumphing over most species in its desire for land and territory to which to make claim and build. Mankind won the favor of the Father of Battle in their conquest. Civilization defined itself by its continued struggle for existence, and that the soul, battle, blazed in every man, woman, and child, the living and dead.

There is more to this concept, but as a teaser, here is the dogma I intend to use for when I enter the game. Now, turn your eyes to Warrior's Rest, and embrace the eternity that awaits all who join.

 The dead march eternally, waging battle  as limbs are broken and spines ripped asunder. Tempus thrives off of  battle and bestows his aid upon those soldiers whom tire not in their  search of conquest and conflict. He aids all equally in equal measure,  hinders all in equal measure. Mankind defines itself by the struggle for  existence that expresses itself in battle, and even in death they  cannot escape the fate  Tempus has seen fit to bestow upon his favored  race. Heroes are remembered in the flesh, and should be made immortal by  whatever means possible lest what they stood for be faded in time and  twisted by the errant story telling of lore seekers. The soul, and thus,  battle, blazes in all men, women, and children of mankind, alive or  dead, and should be given the respect such deserves. However, all those  who die in battle shall embrace me in eternity of glory and fields of  conflict, and if this battle ground  shall be amongst the living, so be it. Consider the actions you  undertake and consider whether it is for personal glory, or for the  glory of Tempus. If both are one and the same, you have truly known  battle and serve the Father of Battle with glory.

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Enjoy, and see you in game.