look statue -- There is no mistaking that this mighty image is Kertigen, bestower of wealth and prosperity. Thick robes encompass his muscular figure, and his fingers are adorned with jewelled rings. A great curved scimitar rests at his hip, a raven is perched at his elbow. Patron of metal work, of crafting and precious gems, Kertigen's favor is also invoked against theft or damage of possessions. Though his countenance is mild, his eyes seem alive as his gaze appears to follow you wherever you walk.

[Temple of Light, Alcove of Divyaush]
Modest by a wealthy trader's terms, the chapel features an intricately carved altar surrounded by glass cases displaying gifts representing each craftsman's art. Tools made from precious metals and set with gems decorate the chapel's walls along with a sumptuous tapestry depicting Divyaush appraising an Elven longsword. Over in one corner there is a stack of thick prayer mats to soften the hard floor against praying knees. You also see a recessed doorway leading into a wing separate from the temple and a rosewood arch carved with images of welkin assisting craftsmen.
Obvious exits: none.

look arch -- Lovingly detailed and polished, the carvings seem to move in the flickering light.

doorway leads to a shop

[Temple of Darkness, Zachriedek's Alcove]
The sour smell of vinegar and the musty odor of molding bread fill the air of this small and stuffy alcove. A glowering, hunched-over relief of Zachriedek pops out of the wall furthest from the hall, his features rough from an unkind artist's chisel. Fine cracks seam his face and body, as if it were about to crumble.
Obvious exits: north.

Festival items:

• a coal black raven charm (look) The small raven is carved from a lump of hard glossy coal, with two perfect rubies set for its eyes. A coal black raven charm reads: "Crafty Kertigan, share thy Wealth, be kind! A Praise I send thee, for each Treasure, I seek and find." - Web Festival - Pyff's tent

• an oaken icon of the god Kertigen (look) A burly blacksmith holds a glowing red hammer as he stands in front of a forge. A raven perches on his shoulder. Around him are gathered jewels, armor and weapons, the results of his great craft. - Fest Of Eluned - Iormethani's Godly Objects

• a gold medallion symbolizing dedication to Kertigen (look) Etched into the face of the medallion is the god Kertigen in his Dwarven mortal form. In one hand he is holding a hammer, the other a chisel, as he is trying to shape a rare uncut diamond. Outside his window a welkin stands hovering over a raccoon, protecting it from the clutches of a swooping raven. - Ice Fest - Gods Tent

• a matte silver bracelet engraved with a Dwarven blacksmith (look) Engraved upon the curve of the bracelet is a Dwarven man laboriously forging a round object upon an anvil. In a different scene below him, a robed figure with a small smile on his face hangs a perfect sphere in a star-strewn sky. Above them both is engraved a cracked sphere with pieces falling away as a serpentine shape slowly crawls from within. - Temple Fest - Kymme & Derque's tent

• a silver-dusted cambrinth orb etched with the image of a raven perched atop a mound of gems - Arthe Dale Mini-fest - Bunglefoot's Tent

• a small platinum silk prayer rug beaded with an array of colorful gemstones -- The image of a dusky raven has been embroidered into the center of the prayer rug, a stark contrast to the brilliant platinum-colored thread that it overlays. Tiny gemstones in a myriad of colors have been sewn to the sides of the rug, carved into the diminutive forms of welkins and raccoons. - Temple Re-opening Fest - Sputkin's Splendors

• a scrimshawed ivory pendant hand-etched with the image of a raven in flight -- Finely etched into the ivory is the image of a shiny black raven with a golden beak gliding gracefully toward a glistening stack of multi-colored gems. - Jaal Jeraya - Altared Visions

• an oaken icon of the god Divyaush (look) A merry, bearded man bestows advice, gifts and money on all he sees, amidst a snowbound landscape. His right hand clutches an apple blossom staff, which has burst into flower. - Fest Of Eluned - Iormethani's Godly Objects

• a burnished platinum wristcuff with an engraved clasp (look) The clasp on the wristcuff is engraved with a laughing welkin reclining on a log, stuffing himself with sweets. - Ice Fest - Women At Arms Tent

• a crystal-dusted cambrinth orb etched with the image of a dapper welkin at play - Arthe Dale Mini-fest - Bunglefoot's Tent

• a brilliant cerulean prayer rug emblazoned with a stately welkin working over a forge - Temple Re-opening Fest - Sputkin's Splendors

• an oaken icon of the god Zachriedek (look) The shadow of a dark, frowning god stands over a slaver screaming at a broken wagon, while the slaves quickly make their escape from it. - Fest Of Eluned - Iormethani's Godly Objects

• an onyx-dusted cambrinth orb etched with the image of mischievous raccoons tumbling from a toolbox - Arthe Dale Mini-fest - Bunglefoot's Tent

• a rust-colored prayer rug with a crudely painted snarling raccoon -- Tiny black and green line drawings of gremlins caper along the rug's frayed edges. - Temple Re-opening Fest - Sputkin's Splendors

Altered Items:

Misc:
Misenseor Abbey, High Altar Chamber Columns
a pyrite Zachriedek carving (sold in Temple of Darkness in Shard) will have the same look as this column
You tap the Zachriedek column. - Carved in high relief upon the surface of this column is a humble farmer leading his mule to market laden with the season's work. Six casks of the man's finest ale burden the creature. Gazing up at the clear sky the farmer is unaware that the precious liquid is leaking from fresh holes cut into the casks. In nearby bushes small creatures laugh merrily among themselves, tiny knives in hand.

Crossings Cleric Guild Monk: The monk sighs to himself, oblivious to your presence, and mutters,"By Kertigen, if I had but a fraction of his wealth I could retire from this lousy job and become a scholar..." He startles, noticing that you heard him. "...what I meant to say was, if I had but a fraction of his wealth, I could build a huge library and Temple that would truly honor his name!" The monk nods hurriedly and scoots you on your way with his staff. prayer
You see: You offer a quiet prayer of thanks for handsome reward of hard effort.
Others see: Mellisandre places her hands together in silent prayer. A smile passes her lips and you can't help but notice how she begins to rub her hands together.

Constellations:

The Raven, patron God of merchants, traders, and Dwarves, is a cluster of seventeen stars which perch nearly upright in the northern skies, keeping a watchful eye on the world below throughout the year.

Symbol of Divyaush, the Welkin takes its place every winter in the northern skies as a small man of the fae who watches over his mid-winter festivals.

The Raccoon is a small constellation of fourteen stars in the form of a seated raccoon with two beady yellow eyes.

Crossings Clerics Guild, Chapel
look window -- The window depicts a scene of Kertigen and Hodierna seated side by side and smiling gently down toward the pews in the chapel. His face is stern, yet softened with an inner gentleness. Hers has the patience of a mother writ into it.

Offering Slab to Kertigen, Near Crocodiles

[North Road, Plains]
A roughly carved wooden figure stands upon a polished sandstone slab in the middle of the road, surrounded by piles of drying flowers, food, and other offerings. As you pass by, a family of ravens cackles at you from the branches of an ancient thorn tree.

The slab is covered with offerings left for the god Kertigen by passing traders hoping to recieve a bit of good fortune on their journeys. Strange runes are carved in the sandstone, forming a circular pattern around the base of the wooden statue resting on its smooth surface.

The figure is carved into the likeness of a broad, bearded man stretching his arms out to you in greeting. His smiling visage gazes down upon the pile of offerings left by travellers on the stones at his feet.

You tap a Kertigan statue.
look statue -- Short, broad and bearded, the figure dressed in a smithy's leather apron radiates power. His huge right hand firmly grasps the hammer of shaping while his left hand contains the gem of creation. His glance is even, his look appraising.
There appears to be something written on it.
A Kertigan statue reads:
Kertigan

Somber shades of sepia and burnt sienna portray a Dwarven Cleric with a long curly dark brown beard and a droopy mustache. He is holding a huge blood-red Dwarven war hammer that is seemingly engulfed by a bright golden fire. A small clear jar partially filled with pale yellow holy oil lays at his feet.

Damaris' Kiss - By: Silvyrfrost

Clever Meraud in his tall tower
Kept Hodierna locked in flower-strewn bower
Weeping she was, alone and ashamed
Wound up in twisting,
and twisting
Stone chains.

Kertigen stalked the halls of his home
Empty of laughter, lightless and alone
In siege were his men, his creatures, his ravens
Besieging the tower,
the tower,
With all his creations.

For two years they'd fought on trampled ground
For two years Meraud had beaten them down
His prisoner kept as his magic met the attack
With only Kertigen's words
his word
Sending them back.

And rapidly the war was closing too tight
And Kertigen it seemed must lose the fight
But now in the absence of the day's brilliant light
The Lord of Smiths called
he called
The bleak Lord of Night.

Nightclad he enters, and draws very near
Softly he speaks, saying, 'You called me here.
'To partake in a war that is not worth the fight.
'Yet you are in right,
'Our brother is not.
'And yes I will end it, for the right price.'

Kertigen glowers, but agrees for his woes
But the price he requires, Damaris does not disclose
Nodding he slips from the raven Lord's home
And turning he ventures
He ventures
Alone.

Through Kertigen's men he passes like a breeze
And approaches the tower with a swift, silent ease
Spreading his hands he melds with the stars
And drops sands of sleep
of dreams
On Meraud's creatures of war.

Now the tower is silent, for the golems have stopped
The warfield is empty, for his elementals have dropped
The engines that spewed fire, trouble no more
And now Damaris slips
he slips
Through Meraud's study door.

Meraud frowns in anger when he sees his brother's form
His rage gathers round him like a winter's chill storm
And brings down the lightning on Damaris' smiling face
Only to find
To scream at!
An illusion in the bleak god's place.

Damaris crept to the bower whilst his brother fought a shadow
And released Hodierna from her chains amidst the storm's glow
With a cry of joy she leapt from that place
Changing
and Changing
To a unicorn, home swiftly raced.

And back with her husband who drew her in his arms
And promised her no more would she come to harm
Till Damaris approached and reminded in voice soft
Of the bargain
that freed
Hodierna from Meraud's loft.

Damaris smiled as Kertigen clenched his fists
As the dark-eyed god took Hodierna by the wrist
'Do not take her!' said the raven Lord wise
But Damaris just laughed
And laughed
At his cries.

'This I must tell you.' (Damaris closer draws.)
'Your war I thought useless till your lady I saw.'
And kneeling he gazed at the lady many wished to command
And smiling he took her
by the wrist...

And merely kissed
the back of her hand.

Then like shadows he vanished, with a laugh and a smile
Leaving Kertigen and Hodierna bemused for a while
And when night's cloak is drawn down by Damaris' fist
Hodierna lifts her hand
gazing on it
and smiles....

As if it were kissed.

The song closes.