When he finally decided that enough people had gathered, he cleared his throat. "Citizens of Elwynn Forest!" he shouted, his voice loud and clear. The crowd grew silent. "Before any of you get suspicious," he proclaimed, "I assure you that I am not part of some broken fragment of what was once the Twilight's Hammer Cult. I do, however, come to preach to you a new religion.
"I am Aladreth Demont, High Priest of the Church of the Triad, and I am here to provide answers. To all of you who are dissatisfied with Elune, the Light, or anything else that the rest of your people choose to believe in, yet crave something to look up to, look no further than the man standing before you.
"The Church worships three deities: Decimus, Lord of Destruction, Balus, Lord of Preservation, and Creteera, Lady of Creation, for nothing created is immune to being destroyed, but if all were destroyed, then where would we be? If you want proof, just look around at the world around you! People die every few moments, there life force taken away, and yet, at the same time, babies are being born, the expended life force recycled and implemented into the new infants. This is the work of Balus, the most powerful of the three, ensuring that we neither over nor underpopulate, that there are not too many or too little crops grown in harvest season, that the sun and the moon must take turns at the top of the sky. Without him... well, there would be nothing. Things would be destroyed as quickly as they were made. So you say that they don't exist; you ask me for proof. Well, I ask you: Where's your proof that they don't exist? It makes a lot more sense than most religions, doesn't it?"
There was a muttering in the crowd; people were considering what he was saying. Aladreth resisted the urge to exhale loudly in relief. This had been his first sermon, and he'd been working on that part of the speech for months. As the crowd quieted down, they looked at him, eyes wide, expecting more. He smiled and gave them that.
"Not only does the Church give you something to believe in, but the Triad will reward you grandly if you pledge allegiance. Riches, women, power... anything your heart desires. As high priest, I have access to certain... abilities that will allow me to grant you these things."
"Prove it!" shouted an old man. "Prove to us that you have these powers. The Twilight's Hammer promised us power, and what did we get? A bunch of crazed cultists who helped bring back the damn- Aspect of Death!"
Aladreth smiled. "I was hoping that someone would mention that. It will take me a few minutes to prepare, so just sit patiently, if you would." He closed his eyes, and reached out mentally to his masters. Oh great masters, he thought towards them, I give you permission to speak through me as one. Immediately, he felt control of his body being wrested from him, and he watched from the outside as his body's eyes snapped open.
The old man took a step back as he saw the man, Aladreth's, eyes snap open. They were not the same color as before, though. In fact, they were going through a pattern: red, white, blue, white. When the priest spoke, it was in three voices, two male, one female, all in unison: "We are the Triad. We support all that our host has said. If you pledge your allegiance to us, we will give you untold riches and power... if, and only if, you convert. Behold!"
The man, or rather, the Triad, turned around, and thrust out his hand. Instantly, a jet of fire shot out, hit the wall, and spread out in a ring. The space within that ring shimmered, and reformed as a vision of paradise, a place where everyone could live in peace and harmony, with wealth unimaginable, and anything that they desired. The crowd was enamored.
The host body turned around, and smiled at the shocked and awed faces plastered among the crowd. "You see what can happen if you just convert? We have enough power to create, destroy, and preserve whatever we wish. We took control of our high priest's body without so much as thinking about it. All he had to do was let us in, and the only reason he had to do that was because he's empowered, and we can no longer sdimply barge in. We can do anything for you... if you convert."
The old man stood up straighter, all his doubt gone, and shouted, "I will convert!" Other people started shouting as well. Soon, the entire subpar chapel was filled with sound. Everyone was pledging allegiance to the Church. Watching from "outside", Aladreth smiled.