Within few moons envy and hatred spread amongst the knights. Vanity corrupting once so many noble knights. His wisdom was called out to be impure by the traitor Sir Lorent, Whose envy surpassed them all. Lord Lathander knowing his fate to be was dragged out to the great hall and stripped from his armor. Lorent ordered his holy men to chain the divine man to a pillar and prepare the execution by impalment of bolts untill death.
As the troops took aim and fired Lathander never resisted, never faltered. his divine flesh only shedding his holy blood. His last words to grace the likes of mortals parting from his lips 'Omniscient, Omnipotent, Sovereign, Immutable, how sweet it is to be a god' As our founding father witnessed these sacred events. The words shaking the very fabric of space around him. He witnessed a man ascent to godhood. Lord Lathander was reborn, for he is risen like the sun.
