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Redwald Halford
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| Returning from the Golden Fields, in where Torpius had spent the whole day preaching, he found quite a commotion in where not a day ago had been his newly-taken estate. The servants were removing everything, and preparing to move it all to the Southwind, an estate located near the bridge connecting towards Pianese and Vesperian lands. "A very suitable place" Torpius thought to himself, before noticing the arrival of another noble. Gazing the group Torpius approaches alone in his horse and gestures them: "Greetings, I am expecting my new liege, the Lord of Ciarin Tut, and his newest Knight to arrive. May any of you be one of them?" | |
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| Redwald was sitting amongst his men. The ironically named 'Honor Legion of War' was a lowly outfit of ill-trained men who thought of themselves as great heroes. A few had held a knife in inane bar quips and pagehood woman-conflicts, but none knew how to fight. A few were playing peasant games, others were drinking. Redwald was talking to Captain Galhad, a thick man with a thicker skull, when he heard the hooves of an approaching horse.
Redwald looked upon the horseman with surprise, and then interest after hearing Torpius' introduction.
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| Redwald Halford (Noble) | |
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| Torpius smiled at Rewald's reply and answered: "I am Lord Torpius, your peer as a knight of Ciarin Tut and priest of Aetheris Pyrism. It is a pleasure to meet you." He takes a look at his men, and without dropping the smile he continues: "I see your men are getting acquainted to the region, it is a good one, I assure you, though the dry winds of the northwest can make the temperature drastically change without prior notice. Your estate is located following the road to the north." He pointed said route and asked: "Mind if I guide and make you company? I am quite interested in knowing more about yourself, your roots and your beliefs. Tell me, do you honor your ancestors, respect the spirits all around us, and worship one or more Gods?" | |
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| Redwald looks at his men, shakes his head, and then turns to Torpius. "My men are far too acquainted with the region, a little dry spell might help whip them into shape. In any case, I would favor the company of a priest." Redwald motioned to his captain to take care of his men while he is away.
"I am from the Halford family. We are two brothers, I am Redwald the elder. My father died unexpectedly in a battle, I was too young to understand. But now I know that it is my duty to revenge my fathers death and to seek honor for my family name. Ancestors are the things I worship most, for they have created who I am and they imbibe my very soul. My brother believes there are spirits, he would talk of them. That is why he stayed in Perdan. I do not necessarily disbelieve him, but I simply do not know. I came to Dwilight to find myself." Redwald paused for a moment in contemplation. He was, perhaps, a little homesick. "You ask a lot of questions. Tell me, what are your roots and your beliefs?" | |
| Redwald Halford (Noble) | |
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| Torpius listens carefully, and replies: "Indeed, curiosity is certainly a very particular trait of mine. I must say that I condense both your and your brother's beliefs, in both my ancestors and in the spirits from the world, and besides them I also worship and keep a close connection with the Gods from above. They have commanded me to create a Church that would worship them and have us honor our ancestors, many of which now look upon us by the side of the Holy Ones. We also take the opportunity to learn as much as possible from the Divine, and be able to deal ourselves with the Spirits we come across. Should you be interested, you might find aid for your enlightenment path in our community. But please do not answer me now, rest first and meditate upon the idea." As he finishes the sentence Torpius hands Redwald a small book containing the principles of Aetheris Pyrism along with descriptions of some rituals and prayers. "Tell me, as you have recently arrived to Dwilight and the Lurias is there perhaps anything you would like to know? I have lived in these lands for years, and been either part or close witness to many important events, such as those that erupted into the war that is now ending the one of the two oldest-standing realms in Dwilight, the motherland for all Lurians: Pian en Luries." | |
| Torpius d'Arricarrère (Priest of Aetheris Pyrism) | |
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| Redwald's head was spinning as he put down the little book Torpius gave him.
'I am in awe. My mother told me of the Austere Star, but never of gods or flamma or the worlds that exist with and beyond our own. Tell me, not of current history, but of the other world. My imagination has been captured, and I would be honored to join your community. What must I do?'
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| Redwald Halford (Noble) | |
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| "All you have to do is publicly profess your affiliation to the Church, your acceptance of its credo", answered Torpius, so I can welcome you as a full member and brother-in-faith. | |
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| "The history of the worlds..." Torpius began, his gaze lost in the horizon, "it is a very peculiar question, one not many make, but I hope I will be able to satisfy. See, there was a time before time as we know it, in where things existed in a way they no longer exist, and the mortal world was but an idea. Back then the Gods 'lived' and fought each other, but they were not alone. Great spirits of evil we call Demons, not to be confused with the earthly Daimons, among other entities lurked the Spiritual Realm, and from time to time threatened both the Gods and the existence itself, for in their greed and lust they fueled an entity we call by the epithet of the nothingness, may his name be forgoten." Torpius took from a small pouch a pinch of a brownish powder and put it in the palm of his hand, while opening with a single hand his waterskin and washing the soiled hand, never interrupting the story: "Though the essence of the Demons might not be different from the Gods, and be a name for the fallen ones, this is still subject for much debate, but do not let me get carried away..."
Drying his hand in his robe he got back to the subject at hand: "Anyway, many things happened during this time, certainly much more than we know, but by messages from the Gods through visions we came to know some of it. See, at what we call the beginning, solely because it is the first we know of, not meaning everything started then, such world was ruled in stability by a strong alliance between Charkh, the Executioner, who is one of our Gods, and he who we now call the 'Dark Underlord'. As with all things, his rule passed when he was slain - and notice that death holds not the same meaning to the Gods as it holds to us, for they are truly immortal - by betrayal from the Dark One. See, at that time another God, called Vlan, the Hellborn, gathered many of the displeased Gods and started a grand rebellion. It was a time of strife and chaos, and it was the perfect moment for the betrayal that ended the rule of the Tyrant." Torpius took a sip from his waterskin before continuing: "and that marks the end of the first age, and is followed by one of sorrow and pain, in where the Demons rule the world. This forced the quarreling Gods to unite for the first time, and with their combined might overthrew the Demons, and started the third age, one of peace imposed upon everyone, for that was the agenda of those leading the Gods." Gesturing to the group, Torpius says: "As we humans, who were modeled in the image of the Holy Ones, the Gods also have a hard time finding peace and consensus among them, and the prohibition of violence angered many of them, whose nature was in itself more violent. This led to two results of grand importance. The first one is that some Gods corrupted themselves in order to acquire power and subvert the order. Unrecognizable, they turned into what now the Undead are modeled in the image of, destroying the stability. The second one is that the Demons gained allies, further weakening the rule of the Gods, who were forced to gather in a grand conclave, for they were to face threats never seen before, in the battlefield the world was that resembled nothing of what it used to be, for the corruption had also scarred it. It is there that enters Nalucht, the Sweet Tongue, God who devised a plan to create a world to model their own, though in a much simpler and crude shape, so as to fool and trap the Demons and corrupted Gods. Every God gave some if his essence, and even the Underlords ended up influencing its shape, so the mortal world was cast as a shade of the Spiritual Realm, and now serves as a trap for the Unholy Ones, who live far underground, thinking to be in ruling from above. And we, humans, are the servants of the Gods, made of their essence, and bound to return to them should we be wise enough not to corrupt our essences or see it destroyed and consumed by the nothingness." Torpius ended the story gesturing at everything around them and asked with a smile on his face: "what do you think of all this?" | |
| Torpius d'Arricarrère (Priest of Aetheris Pyrism) | |
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| Redwald looked down and gave a pensive sigh. "What do I think? The tale of gods and demons and the world below our own is compelling." Reflecting upon what had been said, a glint of worry came to Redwald's eyes. "The world is, as you said, crude. Are we doomed? What is the Nothingness, and how may I keep my essence pure? Who are my enemies, and who are my friends in this world for rejoining the gods in the skies? I feel as though I turned over a rock and found the universe!" Redwald looked up at Torpius, but his face was smiling. "You know something? I like you. You know all the histories and remind me very much of my brother Thrydwulf. He was also a very good storyteller." Redwald pulled out a small stone slap from his pocket. It was smooth and unmarked, and it fit entirely within his palms. "Watch this." Redwald carved a small symbol onto the stone. His lines were elegant and clean, and eventually the marks formed into a hatched pattern. "This is the symbol for my family, the family chisel-stone means everything to a Halford." Redwald put his hand out with the stone, offering it to Torpius. "If you accept it we too will be brothers, and I will take an oath to fight your enemies for I have none." | |
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| Still smiling Torpius answered: "The mortal world is crude, but only in comparison to the spiritual one. Imagine, if gazing at the complexity and variety of lives and sights one is marveled", Torpius was now extending his arms as if to cover everything around them, "if at some points of life one loses his breath, perhaps in the sight of the beauty of one's lover, or in the majesty of the liege to whom respect and obedience is owed... If all this could be considered crude in comparison, how wondrous is the spiritual world to where we shall return when this is over? Surely worlds lack to describe it. So, doomed? I hardly think so, I believe we are blessed beyond imagination. It might be that this world's outer shell is doomed, but all the spirits residing within it will transcend, should they avoid the paths of corruption or consumption."
Torpius took then a darker semblance: "But who is this nothingness? Who is the enemy? To the first question I could answer that it is one of the ones referred in the second. When we abandon sanity and hope, when we leave natural order, then we give in to the nothingness, and we have our essences consumed little by little until there is nothing but the empty shell of our bodies. But he is not the only enemy, for the Underlords still act upon this world, and even though trapped and fooled, their power is great, immense if compared to our simple natures. They tempt us and attempt to corrupt us, to take our essences for themselves and eternally feed the greed and lust that burs them from the inside. For that we must not give in to temptations, or let corruption stain us, least we feel like joining such a filthy end..." He returned to smile, albeit weakly now, but as he spoke he started to be taken by emotion: "Indeed, you describe very well the feeling of finding the Truth about what surrounds us and the glory that awaits us... But await until you have seen a glimpse of what the future holds us! Until you have felt the embrace of the Gods..!" His eyes focused, his fist firmly closed, his arm tensed lost in gesticulation, he suddenly stopped, and with a slight blush in his cheeks he retook the speech: "But, yes, apologies if I have been taken by passion, it is hard for me not to be overwhelmed with it after experiencing what I have... But time will show you, of that I am sure, and when the time comes we shall partake of the feast of the Gods as brothers." Torpius smiled and receiving the stone in his hand he answered: "It will be an honor to accept your friendship, and you may consider me a brother through this life as well from now on. But worry not about my enemies, for either they are not from this world or their ill intentions find no reciprocation in me. I am but an instrument, a servant of the Gods, and their will I shall see done. Men and Demons may oppose me, but they will not be facing me, but something much greater than I, simple mortal messenger." | |
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Ruron Sidorov
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| Finding the Earl in Ciarin Tut, Torpius approached and saluted: "Greetings, Lord Mattan Dews. I have been told you were passing through the region. How fare you in Solaria's westernmost reaches? If you do not mind, I would like to inquire you a bit on spiritual and perhaps philosophical matters." | |
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| Ruron returned the salute:"Grettings Lord Torpius d'Arricarrère and welcome to Solaria, you have been told correct and I stand ready to answer any and all inquiries you may have. Tis challenging managing a region who's boarder shares that of the wilds, but it makes for never a dull moment. What brings you to these Solarian lands, surely it cannot be to seek myself however if it is please share. Let us take our conversation to the nearest tavern I intend to leave come sunrise unless you would like me to say longer." Ruron leads Torpius into a local tavern finding a place to discuss matters in peace, orders a round of Ciarin Tuts finest brew, "Can a man of the cloth join a fellow lord in a drink or would your Gods not favor it?" chuckles to himself and raises his glass, "To Arbiter Solari, to the fallen, and to prosperous dealings!" Ruron drinks of his goblet, then setting it to his left he began to pack a pipe with the finest tobacco of Mattan Dews and all of Solaria for that matter. "I am ready to begin, what is on your mind Lord Torpius?" | |
| Ruron Sidorov (Earl of Mattan Dews) | |
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| "Appreciation for your hospitality." Torpius made a slight bow showing both palms to open sight as a sign of friendship. "I have come to offer the Solarians to share what has been passed to me from Above, and ways for they themselves to get closer to the Divine and learn from it. The common people I have come across during my preaching speak well of you, and for the hospitality you show me I would say they were not mistaken." Reaching the local tavern Torpius calls the patron, points to the peasants in the room making a circle with his finger, and then points it to the door. Two attendants are summoned and start asking the men to leave. "If the ale is as good as it is praised, then it is naught but my duty to drink in honor of the Holy Ones, and I would not dare defy the Gods." Torpius chuckles and raises his glass. "To the wise Arbiter, to the Spirits around and to the Gods, may they be praised!" Torpius takes a drink before inclining himself forward, lowering his tone as he furrows his eyebrows: "Please take no offense, but I assume you are not from around, are you? While my profession naturally places me around commoners it is usually not well seen around here for a warrior and Lord of your station to share drinks in the presence of the lower men. I personally believe they worry in excess, and gossip too much in the court, like agitated eunuchs, but I would still not want to be guilty of soiling your good name, even being the possible stain so..." he gestures in the air, looking for the right word: "petty?" He makes a face of scorn and disgust of the rumormongers and takes another long drink. "But anyway, let us not worry about the whispering maids, I wanted to discuss spiritual matters. Do you by any chance worship one or more Gods? Offer sacrifices to the Spirits for safe travels or good harvests? Ask for guidance and protection in battle to your ancestors? Do you hold any beliefs on the nature of things, and what makes a moving object move, what makes fire burn, or what makes a fine drink," he raised his glass, "quench a thirsty throat", and emptied it, before signaling for more. | |
| Torpius d'Arricarrère (Priest of Aetheris Pyrism) | |
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| Ruron drank to the toast of Lord Torpius, he then leaned forward himself to hear what Torpius was saying.…puffed of his pipe and replied, " Non taken my good fellow, I am aware this tavern seems like no meeting place for men of our stature but I knew not where else we could rest our feet and taste of local brew. Were we in Mattan Dews I could show you true hospitality fitting of what you deserve as a Lord and Priest." Puffing again Ruron looked at the common eyes and tounge being used with whispers and subtle glances. "If anything at all I take piety on these common folk, it also reminds me of the blessings of being a noble. Let them say what they will for thier thoughts not matter now." he leaned back in his chair puffing again and place the pipe on the table, his eyes following the peasant girl bringing more ale.
Ruron grasps the goblet filled with fresh ale, " One last toast before we begin and that is to stimulating conversation amongst these common walls." he gave a look around, smiled and drank. " As a boy I lived in the forest of Nida and remember having many Gods, though I never truely understood it. A part of the reason why I left to find a religion I can understand. Lately I pray only to the strength of my bow before battle and," he took another drink " to be honest with you my friend I have not paid much attention to the Gods once I arrived on Solarian soil. I myself am a recent Earl and it has allowed me to elevate, not only status, but thought aswell. Meeting men such as yourself and Earl Francoise lend proof of that." Suddenly shouting began behind them and the noise of bottles being broken. Two peasants fight each other tooth and nail, perhaps over a spilled drink or woman the bothed desired. No one could know for sure, such was common in peasant watering holes. " There is something you cannot find in many Lordly halls," Ruron laughed and took another drink, " entertainment with passion and fine drink to wash it down. I apologize for not having such a high religious background but would like to ask what you believe. A Priest that can enjoy ale as much as you bring joy to know not all men of the cloth are not dull. Please share your knowledge of your Divines, I wish to be educated and enlightened through your words." Ruron leaned forward to eliminate all distractions so he can better hear Torpius' next words. | |
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| "It is not this rabble what I am concerned about, but of the idle tongues in the court of Poryatown who would be thrilled to spit their venomous rumors whenever possible." As soon as the peasant girl serving them placed the glasses in the table Torpius grabbed her by the arm and brought her near him, almost sitting on his lap. "See if you find anything edible in the kitchen", he whispered in her ear, "something light, to go with the ale, but not your peasant filth, something decent, appropriate for the Lord next to me". Immediately after being released the peasant scurried into the kitchen with the palest face of the room. Torpius laughed cheerfully. "This people are so easily impressionable. No, it's not their tongues which worry me, as long as they are doing as commanded."
The priest shared the toast and listened carefully, his semblance pensive. "Indeed, the Earl is a true noblem..." Before he could finish the sentence the sounds of the fight interrupted him. He sighed and gave a resigned smile seeing Ruron's amusement. "Indeed, such brawls are uncommon in more refined places, though not completely unheard of. And as children they must be separated and punished. Perhaps sending a few of you men to escort them to the local dungeon...?" "There are no needs for apologies when you have committed no grievance." Torpius held his cup high, his gaze lost, as if searching for something in it. "You ask me what I think, and I will be honest," his gaze turned back to Ruron, "I do not think you are so devoid of spirituality as you seem to have implied, and from what you tell me there is indeed religiosity in you, just not of the traditional type. See, I believe in three dimensions of the Divine, though this is merely an academic separation: the Holy Ones from Above, the Ancestors from the past and the Lower Spirits from around us." He gestured with one hand to encompass it all while he drank with the other. "You, my friend, while preached to the strength of the bow were doing it to the latter. See, there are spirits everywhere, in every thing. That is why the wind blows, why the rain falls, the reason why we breathe, instead of choking on air as we do in fumes. That is because the air is usually inhabited by benign spirits, but in some places of corruption and decay evil spirits take over the air, possessing men through illnesses or even causing their deaths." | |
| Torpius d'Arricarrère (Priest of Aetheris Pyrism) | |
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| The servant girl broke Torpius' word to which Ruron gave a menacing glare "Be gone with you girl" he watched her give a timid bow to both and scurry off. "Free of unworthy ears, the idle tounges of Poryatown do act as snakes which I hope to cleanse." Ruron shouted to the innkeeper, "Have these mtownieown outside, if they wish to solve problems as animals so be it. Should they not find themselves outside by the button of my glass you shall accompany them to the dungeons!" he began to drink rapidly motivating his requested resolution. "It may seem as weakness but they will get thier just deserts working the fields. Especially in these times of winter, every peasant is needed to get us through. But I ramble on." The food lay before him but he had not known what it was for his mind raced of thoughts. Thoughts of the Divines Torpius spoke of, the connection of his past to the spirits he speaks of. "I bid you continue my friend, I wish to have but a glimpse of your wisdom. What moves the wind, you and me?" Ruron sat in anticipation. The Priest seemed to be nothing he had thought, not self-righteous and arogent but a man just as himself. He ate from the plate but did not remove his eyes and ears from Torpius. | |
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| "Indeed, you clearly show skills in administration that I lack. Good men like you are required to rule the land. I, on the other hand, renounced to my region in order to pursue the spiritual ways. It would be very unwise to attempt to cling to every possession without being able to handle it all. Better to succeed in some tasks than in none. It was for that mistake that the city of Fissoa starved, losing more than half of its population... A sad story indeed, but now it is me who rambles on." Torpius apologetically smiled, gave a sip to his glass, and returned to the theological matters: "What moves us and the wind, you ask? Well, think about it, how do you know there is wind? You do not see it, nor smell it. You feel it, and you notice it by how it alters the things you see, for example by watching the branches of a tree moving without another cause. In the same way there are many things in this world that are not apparent to the eye, but that we can notice for the effect they have on other things. In fact I would say there is more hidden than there is revealed." Torpius took another sip. "So, in the same way that there is wind even if we do not see it, there are all kinds of spirits around us, which we can notice by how they shape and alter our world, and if we train enough, we become able to feel them, not unlike we feel the wind." Torpius made a gesture with his hand while drinking, as if feeling the direction of the wind. "And why would it blow? Why do people get sick? Why does the fire burn? Because of the spirits, naturally. The wind is inhabited by errant spirits, who always seek another home, never content with their current location. People will illnesses are visited by evil spirits, who consume and corrupt, and should be properly dealt by a man with spiritual training, often using the benign spirits of plants and other medicinal implements, to counter them. The fire, curiously, is inhabited by not precisely evil spirits, but angered ones. They seek to consume, to destroy, and so they do it with whatever approaches them. But, as men, their rage comes from a lack, as he who never finds a wife. Fire in contact with the precise amount of water will merge with it, in the same way a man and a woman do, becoming vapor and fleeing together from this world, perhaps to form something else..."
Torpius finished his cup and called for the peasant girl who had not yet brought the snacks. "Apologies, the establishment might not have anything edible to offer us. Anyway, we move because we are too spirit-imbued beings, for we have souls, but much more complex and elevated than mere fire or wind spirits, who were made by the general Divine Essence to model the world the Gods live in. Instead, we were made directly with the Divine Essence of the Gods, seeking to model them themselves. But that is another long story, and I would really hate boring you with all this. In fact, I greatly appreciate that you were able to cope with my babbling." As he spoke the peasant girl finally arrived with a freshly baked apple pie. Though not precisely what Torpius had asked it did look very carefully prepared, even its appearance taken care of with cherries decorating its top in a pattern. It also showed that money had not been economized in making it, for both fruits were expensive for the common ones, specially in winter. | |
| Torpius d'Arricarrère (Priest of Aetheris Pyrism) | |
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| Ruron drank and ate of the apple pie, soaking in all that Torpius has said. "You have brought enlightenment to the reassess of my mind and meaning to the happenings of nature around us all. Do these spirits and divines have names? I would like to learn more, become a follower and invite you to speak to my peasantry in Mattan Dews." He looked around eyeing the locals with piety, "Perhaps they have the ability to care of spiritual matters, those of Mattan Dews possess such as it will bring relief to the unrelentless beasts that trouble them. I pledge to construct a temple once becoming a member, there is much more to learn I feel and am willing to do so." Ruron drank again and finished the pie, "No need to apologize for your ramble as I enjoy the conversation of a wise a spiritual figure such as yourself. I have asked you here so I expect your many words and the more said the more I understand the Divines. How does one become a follower?" He signaled for another round and began to pack his pipe as he waited. "Would you be willing to travel to Mattan Dews? I will be headed in that direction shortly and would like to host you properly, better wine and food than this tavern." He lit the tobbacco with his eyes peering into the fire and the smoke now with a very different perspective, that of a spiritual one. Watching the smoke fade into the air his mind faded with it and realized he must have looked foolish, "Forgive me these spiritual themes are still swirling in my mind." he gave a chuckle and received the glass from the servant girl, raised and drank. | |
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| "Well, not quite what I asked, but certainly more than expected", Torpius smiled at the girl and gave her a gold coin. She bowed and left again for the kitchen.
"They do, they do, at least the powerful ones we know of," Torpius said while eating, "though there is more documented on the Gods themselves than in the Lower Spirits, admittedly." He drank and smiled. "Having you as a brother-in-faith would be a great honor, and the erection of a temple would be cause of great joy in all the Church, indeed." He then finished the rest of the pie. "Well, for you to formally become a member all you require is entering one of our temples and publicly proclaiming our Credo, which you will seen written in its front. After you have done that you will be a Spark Seeker, and advancement within the Church is dictated by participation in its matters and in religious ceremonies. You can also choose to take an even deeper path of study and meditation, though few are the ones to trail it, usually reserved for priests and the very enthusiasts. You are certainly welcome to it, but in no way required to." Torpius emptied his glass and awaited the next round. "Travelling to Mattan Dews? It would be a great pleasure, I have heard much of its hardy people and the frontier environment. Certainly not a place for those weak of spirit. The problem is, you see, that I must soon start a long journey north, to the distant realm of Summerdale, in where I have been invited to preach, both to nobles and commoners. I should stay a season or two in those lands and then return. I would then certainly take up your offer, and in the meantime perhaps you could invite Priest Hendrick of Luria Vesperi to share the message with your vassals. In fact I would recommend you to share a drink with him too, he is an extremely wise and interesting man, and I suspect you will find great company in him and his knowledge." Seeing Ruron's embarrassment Torpius gave a friendly laugh and patted his back. "Worry not, my friend, if you allow me the audacity of calling you so, but I believe this brew is every single bit as good as it is said to be, and may be starting to numb our senses. How about we share one last toast?" | |
| Torpius d'Arricarrère (Priest of Aetheris Pyrism) | |
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| "I would be honored for one last toast, and let us drink for your well being during your awaited journey" Ruron drank, smiled and said "You may be correct of numbing senses." He laughed and drank once more. "I will certainly invite the man you have reccomended and see that a warm welcome awaits him in Mattan Tower who's doors will always be open should you find yourself within its boundaries." He finished his drink and threw some gold pieces on the table paying for all of the pleasantries they had enjoyed. "I am glad you have accepted my invitation and thankful for the wisdom your have shared that has brought enlightenment to me and the people of Mattan Dews in the near future. May your ventures bring you fortunes of wealth, wisdom and all you desire. I hope to share a drink with you again upon your return and look forward to tales of your journey." Ruron then offered his hands as Torpius had when they first became acquainted, "May the Divines bless your travels my friend." | |
| Ruron Sidorov (Earl of Mattan Dews) | |
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| Torpius laughed with Ruron, and emptied his cup. "I will be eagerly awaiting our next meeting. This kind of pleasant talks are worth to me much more than fortune or fame of any kind. May I find more of these in the north, and may your sword, guided by the Above, strike true." The priest bowed before turning to leave. | |
| Torpius d'Arricarrère (Priest of Aetheris Pyrism) | |
Celine Arundel
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| Torpius d'Arricarrère (Fire Prophet of Aetheris Pyrism) | |
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| Celine stumbled through the streets after a long evening at the tavern. She was drunk, utterly wasted even, shifting directions like a flag in a hurricane. Down the path from her, a seemingly large crowd gathered around a single man, cheering and worshiping his every word. The drunken girl smiled a rather ugly smile to the thought of entertainment, struggling to grab a few silvers from her pocket.
As she made contact, physical contact that is, with the group, she crashed between their towering bodies and stumbled to her knees, hurled forward by the overwhelming amount of bodies. She waited half a dozen seconds before lifting her head, looking up to the man who owned the pair of feet before her. She grinned - until a strong rush surged from within her stomach. Oh no! She thought to herself, Not now! And without warming, vomit projected from her mouth, landing on the man's feet. The robes covering them acquired a green-brown dye, and the feet a warm bath of alcohol and stomach contents. | |
| Celine Arundel (Freeman) | |
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| Torpius was about to leave his servants, who had darted forward, to carry and whip the young woman, but then he noticed something on her shoulder that changed his mind. "Behold!" he cried to the murmuring gathered multitude. "Here we have a sign of the Gods!" He gestured signaling at Celine. "They bring us the filthy, they give us the corrupt, they send us the lost, and for what? For us to see ourselves in them, to repent as they should!" He held the vomited part of his robe in his hands, showing it to the people. "May we not let them down, lets purify ourselves!" The crowd who had been increasingly agitated got lost in the religious fervor, the already Pyrists and those who knew them started singing religious songs, and a group of people took Celine from the floor and started carrying her on their arms, following the spontaneous procession heading to the temple. | |
| Torpius d'Arricarrère (Fire Prophet of Aetheris Pyrism) | |
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| When it arrived at the temple, the crowd had considerably grown in size, not only with the devout, but also the curious. Torpius signaled for it to stop in the temple's courtyard, near a fountain. Next to it, on top of an elevated stone construction working as an improvised pulpit, he addressed the gathering: "Fideles! It is a joyful occasion, one of new beginnings and better futures. The Gods order us to clean ourselves... To leave the impurities of flesh and soul behind! To gather in their embrace..." The priest entered the fountain, quickly followed by three acolytes. He signaled and the multitude dropped Celine into the fountain, while he received a large cup. "...but in order to do so, we must accept the Gods into our lives." Torpius filled and spilled a cup over Celine, as the acolytes held her half-standing, preventing her to fall again. "Today a child finds the warmth of the Divine, though it is not precisely hot in here..." he gestured to the water he was standing in, grinning, and took some chuckles out of the spectators. "You too, come here and find your call!" He addressed the multitude as the acolytes removed Celine, taking her into the living quarters of the temple. Torpius began symbolically washing with a prayer and a cup of water many men and women that swiftly formed a large line. Lesser priests joined him in the task, and eventually he left them to take care of the service themselves. He then moved into the living quarters to get dry and change his clothes. | |
| Torpius d'Arricarrère (Fire Prophet of Aetheris Pyrism) | |
The Dalian Trek
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| Zena shuddered in her bedroll. She had found it hard to sleep ever since they had traveled through Dantooine. Tossing and turning as she reflected on the hallow expression of the locals. She had been curious why most had been so stand offish. Keeping back and whispering amongst themselves as they passed. She knew the land had seen some turbulent times since the onset of the war but she struggled to understand if that was the cause of this unsettling reaction to new comers.
Her curiosity getting the better of her she had approached a elderly woman hanging clothes out to dry near a small farmstead they passed. After speaking with her for a few minutes she had learned that many of the locals had become hardened by the constant horde of undead that seemed to plague their lands. But more then that, they were spooked by the strange noises and darkness lingering from the mountain pass to the South Divide. The woman had mentioned that the unsocial reaction of the locals was a defense mechanism. If they kept their distance then they didn't have to live in remorse or fear at the loss of another traveler that failed to heed their warnings. The woman had seemed relieved to learn they were not traveling to South Divide and had refused to allow them to leave before she could give them each a small pouch filled with special herbs the woman swore repelled the undead. As they had traveled further there seemed to be less signs of civilization, which didn't bother Zena. She seemed to soak it in. Enjoying the sights and sounds of a world that seemed untouched by people. She revealed in the natural beauty finding the experience heightened by Torpius's presence. She had made a discovery traveling with him. Her happiness seemed linked to his. Whenever he smiled or laughed it filled her heart with such indescribable joy. And whenever he glanced her way she found she couldn't help but smile even as her cheeks continued to betray her as she blushed. Zena rolled onto her back and gazed up at the glistening stars. Realizing that sleep was lost on her she climbed out of her bedroll and picked up a stick to poke at their dying fire. Churning the coals as tiny flickers of flame crackled and hissed at her for disturbing their slumber. She sat on a fallen tree laying nearby as she looked towards Torpiu's bedroll wondering if he was already asleep... | |
| Zena Jadewarrior (Flame Keeper of Aetheris Pyrism) | |
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| Accustomed to being coldly received in frontier regions, Torpius silently observed Zena getting immersed in the experience. She had a different reaction to it than him, for her kind and social nature, managing to melt the ice very often. That sensibility had its drawbacks, though, for she was also more affected by the people's reactions, or way of living. What was it specifically he could not say.
For him, though, this journey had different novelties, and it was being one of discovery, both of himself in his new position and of this wonderful being that now accompanied him. The years of preaching alone had accustomed him to a degree of silence and lack of depth in his relationships that unsettled him in his current situation. Spending so much time with someone loved brought back memories of his childhood, the familiar comfort and safety reproduced in a different way now. She seemed not too hard to read, and if he was correctly judging she fully reciprocated his deep affection. But what he could not bring himself to get accustomed so soon was her sincere ways. Her reactions always seemed completely natural and transparent, making their coexistence one of joy and relax. Deep inside him he felt a pang of fear for the possibility that such blissful time could come to an end. He silently dreaded that when he was not lost in the particular world she seemed to always drag him to, in which only the two of them existed. When Zena looked at Torpius' bedroll, she found it empty. Her movements and inquietude had woken him up, and slightly worried him. He approached from her back and briefly hugged her for comfort as he sat besides her, his arms around her waist bringing her closer. "What takes your sleep and leaves you in a solitary vigil? I hope not to be invading a private moment, I can leave you if so you wish..." | |
| Torpius d'Arricarrère (Fire Prophet of Aetheris Pyrism) | |
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| "I'm sorry if I woke you but please don't go." she pleaded as she hugged his arms, tightening his hold on her waist as she leaned into his embrace. She laid her head back against him, momentarily distracted by the rise and fall of his chest as he breathed. Finding comfort in his presence she became immersed by the echo of their combined hearts beating with only the occasional flicker of the fire to accompany them in the stillness of the night.
"Ive been struggling to keep my mind off of an ominous feeling that comes whenever I ponder what lurks in the mountains to the South Divide," she confided. "The people of Dantooine have gone through so much hardship and I fear they may face much worse to come." She paused for a moment. Her worries fading to the back of her mind. "Those thoughts seem to be fleeing in your presence thou." she smiled up at him. She turned and kissed Torpius still elated that she could do that. She reached for her nearby bag, trying to distract herself as the urge to tackle Torpius begin to pull at her. It was complimented with a desire to kiss him all over and explore his body experimenting with how he reacted to her touch. She pulled her bag onto her lap and took out the White Book of Betrayed Heroes. "Interested in hearing a story?" she asked him. Hoping her voice didn't betray the spark of desire lurking at the edge of her awareness. She knew it wasn't just a physical desire that attracted her to him. She couldn't deny he was a handsome man but it was so much more about him that seemed to heighten the lasting affection she felt for him. She found it interesting the way they seemed to inspire and encourage one another so effortlessly. | |
| Zena Jadewarrior (Flame Keeper of Aetheris Pyrism) | |
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| "Do not worry, I had not fallen sleep" said Torpius repressing a yawn with a smile. Pleasantly surprised by the kiss he pondered on her face's mixed feelings, of worry and joy, which at his present state of mind he could not entirely comprehend. "A story? I am always interested in those, you very well know!" He playfully tickled her, and when she slightly lost her balance he took the opportunity to put her in his lap and passionately kiss her, holding and leaning her a little bit. "But pardon me, there seems to be a beautiful and tempting creature distracting me." He brought her back to a straight sitting position and placed his hands on his back. "Please go on, I promise to behave", he swore, failing to hide an impish smile. | |
| Torpius d'Arricarrère (Fire Prophet of Aetheris Pyrism) | |
Mt. Black Nastrond
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| From the distance a figure in a large dark red hood is seen, raises his hands with open palms as a salute and approaches. "Greetings, may I inquire on the reason such a large noble host is gathered around this mountain? Surely it not because of its lovely weather." He wears a joyful grin and a southern accent. | |
| Torpius d'Arricarrère (Priest of Aetheris Pyrism (Lord)) | |
| Roleplay from Abbigal Pike | |
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| Abbigial saw a man approach and was a bit skeptical. My good man what is usually the purpose of large gathering of men such as this. To throw a party of course. Abbigal said with a grin of her own. I do not believe I have met you before. Since you had to ask what this gathering was I am guessing you did not receive a proper invitation so I would also be interested in what brings you way out here. | |
| Abbigal Pike (Countess of Shomrak, Marshal of the Order of the Maddening Star) | |
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| To the cold reception Torpius maintains a polite, somewhat more contained, smile. "You are very right indeed, I received no invitation to this party, hence why I am not taking part in it. Since you ask, I am merely passing by, I have received the invitation of two Queens to visit and learn about their lands, peoples and beliefs, also sharing with then mines. During my path I always take every opportunity I have to exchange words with those strangers I deem enlightened, so I can learn more about them, and offer my own knowledge in case they are interested. Should you be willing to have a drink and such kind of conversation, let me know. If I instead intrude into a private gathering I shall depart immediately, for that is hardly my intent." | |
| Torpius d'Arricarrère (Priest of Aetheris Pyrism (Lord)) | |
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| At the offer of a drink the man caught Abbigals interest. Of course I am always willing to entertain a guest. May I ask how you decide which strangers are or are not enlightened? I have found that everyone is worth talking to. One often learns as much talking to those they do not get along with as they do with those they like but most people just do not take the time to listen. This gathering is not necessarily private but its purpose is already known to most anyone in the area so I am often times weary of those who ask. What would your preference be in drink my good man. I have both wine and ale to offer to you. | |
| Abbigal Pike (Countess of Shomrak, Marshal of the Order of the Maddening Star) | |
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| "A fair question." Torpius paused a little bit before answering: "You see, the 'enlightened' quality I mention is not a dual value as I might have made it appear, such as black and white could be, but rather a shade between two opposites. When I can I do exchange words with as many people as possible, in fact that is my calling, but right now I have a limited amount of time available to walk upon these lands, and a path that I am required to trail." He pondered a little bit more. "Have you spoken with many commoners? They are usually an impressionable group, with a short-span memory. While you might teach them useful skills or complex notions unless they keep training or exercising them, or they are immersed in a proper environment, they will soon forget them. Such is the kind of people I tend to avoid tangling in long conversations when I lack time." Hearing Abbigail's reasons he nodded. "It makes sense, the problem is that I am not from the area, so I will have to request your pardon on my ignorance of the local events, and their reasons. As for a drink I would rather go with a light ale while summer lasts, if you have any. I hear your winters are much harder than ours, and thus your brews stronger, so I should be cautious about them." | |
| Torpius d'Arricarrère (Priest of Aetheris Pyrism (Lord)) | |
| Roleplay from Abbigal Pike | |
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| Despite her first impresion of the man the more he talked the more Abbigal liked him.
You are correct we do have but a short time here and it up to us to make the best of it. It is fortunate that you know your calling. Many do not. I for one do not fully know what fate has in store for me. I often find myself going down the path not knowing where it leads or what I am doing. The best you can hope for is to meet someone to help you along the way. Yes I have talked to pesents before. I am in charge of the region of Shomrak and s must talk to the on occasion. I have found them to be simple folk. If you keep the conversation to something the know and understand like food, ale, and family they you may be surprised. As to abut the area. You mentioned the two queens. Well in case you did not know they are at war. Morek has also decided to step in and help the Libero empier. Abbigal turned to one of her pages and spoke to him for a bit before he ran off. I have sent for some ale I bought in moreks capital. I warn you though it may be a bit heartier the your tastes. | |
| Abbigal Pike (Countess of Shomrak, Marshal of the Order of the Maddening Star) | |
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| "Well, it is true, the simple men know about the simple things of life, in the same way a raven knows the way home to deliver a message even in bad weather conditions. Those are remarkable feats in their own right." He shrugged. "As long ask no more than they can offer they can be quite surprising creatures. But on this matter you touched, I wonder, do you believe we have a higher, perhaps divine, calling? I assume you are a member of the Astroist faith, and for that I inquire what would your credo say regarding that, should you allow me to. There are many questions I consider fundamental, and our teleology, or purpose, is one of them." Hearing about the Queens he nodded. "Ah, yes, I was vaguely aware there was a war going on, but such temporal matters are not truly of my concern, for my focus is on the spiritual. I have been part of every one of the Lurian realms, prior, during and after the last civil war, and such has never restricted my travels. Though it is true unlike here I am no stranger there... But in any case, just not to pass the erroneous notion, the two Queens I mentioned are both from Summerdale. I first received the invitation from the former one long ago, and sent a priest her way. It is my belief the Above did not think it was the right time, and we never heard again from the priest, may his soul find peace wherever it is now. The current Queen has repeated the invitation, finding me in a much freer position than I was back then, so I am finally able to see my promise paid." When the page left Torpius replied: "So much I have prepared for, so lets judge if the rumors are true. The Madinean brews were traditionally very popular aruond the Lurias, specially for the Giaskans, but since the fall of the realm they have naturally stopped, and commerce with the new masters of the island has not been too fruitful. They are an unusual people, with strange habits, some of which appear offensive to our own. I have yet to learn more about them to cast a proper judgement, but what is certain is that we will not be experimenting much of what they have to offer in the near future. Were the Madinean liquors consumed around here?" | |
| Torpius d'Arricarrère (Priest of Aetheris Pyrism (Lord)) | |
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| Yes I am a member of Sanguis Astroism. Though I but a novice so may not be the best person to ask about the faith. I will try to answer your questions to the best of my ability. The basic belief is that the blood in our body is affected by the three blood stars. The three blood stars are the Madding, Austere, and Auspicious. Each one has their own effect on a persons actions and emotions. The church teaches that though achiving balance between the stars one will achieve enlightenment. This of course no small feat. There is not much explanation or talk of a higher purpose in their teaching that I know of. Though personally I think that there must be some reason that we are here.
Abbigal stifled a laugh Torpius said that temporal matters where not his concern. I will admit that I sometimes envy priests and their lack of concern for wars. On one hand they bring glory and honor to a person and give the person a purpose. On the other hand they are grousome and tragic things. Abbigal listened quietly to all the Priest had to say. I have never been to any of these Lurian lands. Though I have heard of them. The morek empire here has always been my home for the short time I have been here. I have not had any of these Madinean liquor that you have mentioned but perhaps Count Kpp our Grandmaster Garad have. Both of them are a bit older and more traveled then myself. | |
| Abbigal Pike (Countess of Shomrak, Marshal of the Order of the Maddening Star) | |
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| "Ah, but do not worry, I do not expect a treatise or anything of the likes, I am merely interested in your thoughts. I have had extensive conversations with Priest Pierre, and even a brief exchange with your Prophet, and both of them have passed me interesting notions about your beautiful faith. But, and there is always a but, I believe religions are not solely made of their official credos, specially one as large as Sanguis Astroism is, in where there is space for many different interpretations and non-formalized beliefs. It is in those that I am specially interested, for they rarely appear in the more easily available literature I am able to gather. But please interrupt me if you believe my questions exceed the limits of politeness, for I possess quite a curious nature."
At Abbigal's comment on war Torpius frowned, and agreed: "Indeed, much harm has come from war, and I believe Giask might be a good example of a city that has witnessed repeatedly the death of hundreds of thousands of men, women and children. Such has been but one of the tolls the many Lurian civil wars have caused. On the other hand, the men of the sword are the wall against who the undead and monsters meet their end, and also offer protection from foreign threats. While battle has its dark side I believe a righteous warrior will always find light at its end." "On the Madinean brews, worry not, you missed not much. There is a Lurian saying that maliciously refers to their ale as water and their rum as fire. Though extremely popular, specially at the height of summer, it was true that their ales were weak even for Lurian standards, with much lighter, and some would daresay even watery, flavors. Their stills, on the other hand, were paradoxically stronger than those our people usually deemed palatable, and were considered rather crude and flavorless by our nobility, despite the pride and preference theirs showed in such products." "But I digress! Certainly you will find a much more interesting conversation on such matters with traders. Back on the transcendent maters, allow me to pose yet another question: What is your relationship with the divine? In the sense of if you attribute personality to what you consider holy, and if communication exists between the two of you. Such is quite an important principle to understand the designs from Above, or so much I believe." | |
| Torpius d'Arricarrère (Priest of Aetheris Pyrism (Lord)) | |
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| You have defiantly spoken to men that are more knowledgeable and enlightened then myself in the spiritual things. I do agree with your line of though that each person has their own interpretation. If you ask a hundred nobles of one faith a simple question about their faith you will get a hundred different answers. Personally I accept and know that the blood stars effect my actions. Sometimes I am aware of their effect other times I am not. The madding star for instance is well know for its ability to spring a person into action. I will answer any question you put before me. They may exceed the limit of my knowledge and understanding but I will try my best and perhaps learn something in the process. I will request though that you tell me a bit about your faith as well.
Abbigial expression darkens a bit when the subject returns to war. I do hope that there is a light at the end. I also hope too see those that have died along side me once again. Their faces haunt me more then you might realize. The nightmares I have of damsons, undead, monsters and other evil creatures I can stand. Its the memory of the fallen that keep me awake at night sometimes. The path of the warrior is a dangerous one. To often we see things that we can not forget no matter how hard we try. If we are not careful these horrors will consume us. | |
| Abbigal Pike (Countess of Shomrak, Marshal of the Order of the Maddening Star) | |
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| As Abbigal and Torpius where talking Abbigals captain came up. He did not want to intrupt the two since they where deep in conversataion so it was a little bit before he was acknowledged. When Abbigal did see him she knew why he was here it was time to depart. Well my friend with the appearance of my captain here it would apear that the time and place for the war party have been decided so I must go. I will assume you scribes will know how to get ahold of me if you wish to talk again. Let us hope that that I do not lose to many men and I do not get captued myselfm. May your gods keep you safe on your path till we meet again | |
| Abbigal Pike (Countess of Shomrak, Marshal of the Order of the Maddening Star) | |
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| Ah, but it would be a pleasure to share Aetheris Pyrism with you! I would though recommend you to let a priest of your religion know more about such dreams. In our religion we believe in communication with the spiritual at several levels. It is our belief that those gone can return to advise or intervene in our favor, specially those who share a blood relation with us. We also acknowledge the eventual intervention of the Higher Spirits, servants of the Gods, communicating with those of high spiritual connection. It is also within our credo the existence of several earthly Lower Spirits, who give life and movement to the world, and can be both beneficial or malign, justifying ceremonies of both invoking and expunging. In such light, should we receive a case like yours we would investigate if it could be a message from the Ancestors, a higher calling from the Holy Ones or simply a case of a lower possession. By informing the priests of your religion you will probably find advise on their way of dealing with such case, as I suppose they are your spiritual authorities.
At the captain's arrival Torpius stops, awaits, and then answers: Well, it has been a pleasure while it lasted, it is a shame it cannot go on, nor that Sister Zena did not arrive in time for me to introduce her as well. May you find the light that shows you the horizon of your true calling. That said, he shows his open palms before joining them together and bowing while reciting the traditional farewell carmen: "Dei te incolmen custodiant" | |
| Torpius d'Arricarrère (Priest of Aetheris Pyrism (Lord)) | |
Sieged Nifel
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| In a rather hurried pace passes a dark-red-cloaked figure, which some are able to identify as a foreign priest. Those who see his face notice a grim and worried look, completely absorbed in his own thoughts and unaware of what surrounds him. | |
| Torpius d'Arricarrère (Priest of Aetheris Pyrism (Lord)) | |
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| Abbigal is sitting under a tree relaxing before putting her men though some training drills when a man in a dark-red cloak walks by in a hurried pace. Abbigal recalls seeing the man at Mt. Black Nastrod a long while ago when the war was just beginning. If she recalled correctly his name was Torpius. She called out to him.
Brother Torpius Abbigial hopped that the man was not to wrapped up in his own little world. The man appeared to be driven by some great purpose. | |
| Abbigal Pike (Countess of Shomrak, Marshal of the Order of the Maddening Star) | |
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| Deep in an almost trance-like state Torpius walked a few steps after hearing his name before his mind properly absorbed the message. "Hmm?" He turned around and saw the Morekian marshal sitting. "Lady Abbigal! What are you doing in her... oh, nevermind. I do not know where my mind is. Or rather, I do know, but it bears me no joy. How fare you?" His words somewhat clumsy, his mind not entirely back into reality, he nevertheless relaxes a little bit and approaches the tree to sit besides her. | |
| Torpius d'Arricarrère (Priest of Aetheris Pyrism (Lord)) | |
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| Abbigal patiently waited for the priest to come and sit with her. She could tell by his speech and the way he moved that he had a lot on his mind.
I am well enough considering it is winter and I am stuck her with not much to do but wait. You looked troubled my good man. I hope I am not keeping you from anything important? Perhaps you have time tell me what can make a priest so worried and preoccupied. Abbigal pulled out some bread and cheese from her bag of supplies. If you have not eaten yet perhaps I can offer a bit of food while we talk? | |
| Abbigal Pike (Countess of Shomrak, Marshal of the Order of the Maddening Star) | |
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| Torpius' semblance lightened, and a faint smile came across his face.
"Thank you, My Lady, you are very kind as usual. Worry not, for what I have to do is a very long trek back to the Lurias, for which the season we are in is hardly the best moment." He took a ceremonial dagger with a heavily-ornamented wavy blade and absently offered her the wood-and-ivory handle for her to cut the cheese. "I have not recently eaten, though pardon me if I show no signs of hunger, it is not lack of appreciation for your hospitality in any sort of manner. I merely find myself indisposed at the moment. You may have heard rumors of a rebellion in the Vesperian lands of the Lurias. In there I have two brothers in a contest for the throne. So much worries me very little, as it is nothing but the usual secular affairs as natural as the setting and posterior rebirth of the sun each night. The thing is that one of them has been plagued with voices and visions he attributes to come from the Gods. And their message seems to be as far away from what we consider Divine as the iron-hard conviction with which he defends his certainty in its veracity. I would not normally worry, but it is amazing the effect those we love can have upon us. Their trails towards a destination of despair and corruption pains me much more than any injury I have yet experienced." The priest sighed and leaned his head to the tree's trunk, briefly closing his eyes, his tiredness showing. | |
| Torpius d'Arricarrère (Priest of Aetheris Pyrism (Lord)) | |
| Roleplay from Abbigal Pike | |
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| Abbigal took the knife to cut the cheese and broke the bread into smaller pieces. I am sorry to hear about your troubles. Yes I had heard rumors of the rebellion. The transition from one ruler to the next is often times a bit chaotic. This is especially true when it is forced by one side. One of theme is hearing things from the divine you say. That can be a dangerous thing. How can one truly know where the visions come from. Though a devote person may think he gets visions when he wants them. Uses them to try and get others to see their path. I am thinking that may be your case here. If his visions are so far off from your normal teachings. Please take time to eat with me. You must take care of the body it is the only one you have after all. If you do not nourish the body then the mind and soul are sure to follow. I will understand if you can not stay long. If you need to lay down for a bit I am sure I can arrange for you to use a tent in my camp. | |
| Abbigal Pike (Countess of Shomrak, Marshal of the Order of the Maddening Star) | |
| Roleplay from Torpius d'Arricarrère | |
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| "Thank you, My Lady, but I would rather not abuse your generosity. I am not sure I understood what you meant. Could it be that perhaps his visions are, albeit strange, true ones? The thing, you see, is that they are not the first ones to even happen, and they represent a breaking in the linearity of the ones he had had before. While only the Holy Ones may know for sure, we do have certain indications on which is the right and which are the wrong paths. It would be chaos otherwise. Our way is cautious and modest. It takes into account the fallibility of men, and the dangers of temptations, among which pride. I fear the way he is interpreting the messages he is receiving is not like the one I have just described you. All he has experienced could, theoretically, be true. And yet it would be against everything we have been taught and believe. I have faith in the Gods, My Lady, and I sincerely doubt they would choose this form of manifestation to pass forward their Divine Truths. In any case I shall seek an important spiritual monument to perform the proper ceremony and cast away the doubts." | |
| Torpius d'Arricarrère (Priest of Aetheris Pyrism (Lord)) | |
| Roleplay from Abbigal Pike | |
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| Yes Brother I am saying the visions could be true. Though like you have also said it could be that his interpitation is false. Understaning visions is a hard thing and should not be done alone. The reason being that each person will see things differently. It is only when we compare ideas that we can se the similarites that we can see the true picture. Though with your man trying to become ruler. It makes sense he would see visions that help him achice that goal. It is hard to say if he is right or wrong though. I wish you luck in your rituals. If there is anything I can do for you while you are here please ask and I will try to do my best. | |
| Abbigal Pike (Countess of Shomrak, Marshal of the Order of the Maddening Star) | |
| Roleplay from Torpius d'Arricarrère | |
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| "Indeed, indeed", Torpius pondered, "but things are not always relative. There are Gods and their power is immense, of that there are no doubts, as of the presence of this tree behind us. I am not assuming he to be lying about having his visions, what I fear, though, is their origin and real purpose. Not only the Gods share their messages, and the spiritual world is not one without its dangers. But for now these are all mere speculations." He got up and cleansed his robes: "Much appreciation, your company and affection is invaluable to me. I do not know what more I could ask. Know you will always be welcome under any roof I find myself in as a host." He proceeded to bow, one hand open for the blessing: "And I must depart now, may you find not only what you seek. Dei te incolumen custodiant." | |
| Torpius d'Arricarrère (Priest of Aetheris Pyrism (Lord)) | |
| Roleplay from Abbigal Pike | |
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| Abbigal returned the priests bow. I hope you have a safe and uneventful journey. I also hope you find the answers you are looking for. | |
| Abbigal Pike (Countess of Shomrak, Marshal of the Order of the Maddening Star) | |
Bohdan Mirminsky
| Roleplay from Zena Jadewarrior | |
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| Quickening her pace Zena hurried to meet up with Torpius. She was excited today they would be welcoming Bohdan Mirminsky into Aetheris Pyrism. Zena already considered Bohdan a brother in faith even thou they had not officially met. She was looking forward to getting to know him better, especially since he planned to join them on their travels. Upon reaching the place where they would be holding the ceremony Zena set about placing the candles. She looked at Torpius unable to hide a smile. "I think everything is in place. Did I miss anything?" She was rather new to the role of priestess and still learning. | |
| Zena Jadewarrior (Flame Keeper of Aetheris Pyrism) | |
| Roleplay from Torpius d'Arricarrère | |
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| Lit by only the moonlight and the candles, the clearing offered quite a sight. A wide but short rock in the middle served as an altar, and smaller rocks distributed around it were used as bases for the candles. Torpius was arranging everything in the improvised table at her arrival, and upon hearing her words turned around with a pleased face and greeted her: "You did not, and our honored guest has still to arrive. Come here, help me with these". He signaled at the altar, and began instructing her in the function of each object. | |
| Torpius d'Arricarrère (Fire Prophet of Aetheris Pyrism) | |
| Roleplay from Bohdan Mirminsky | |
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| Bohdan entered the room. He was as always covered in sweat, but it seemed that during last few days he must have lost half of his weight, resembling now more a shadow than a young warrior.
"Welcome Torpius. And this must be Zena Jadewarrior, am I right? Glad to have you here as well. Let us hope that the ceremony will be a succes, I feel that my time is running short. Just let me rest a while before we begin. Walking has become a great difficulty recently. He then sat under the wall near the door awaiting priests to finish their preparations. | |
| Bohdan Mirminsky (Flame Seeker of Aetheris Pyrism) | |
| Roleplay from Torpius d'Arricarrère | |
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| Torpius bowed to the recently arrived Bohdan, and indicated for him to sit near a low and flat stone, in where three cups were placed. While he went to take the stored, and now cold, infusion he also gestured for Zena to take a seat.
Once they were all in place, including him, surrounding the stone, he proceeded to fill three quarters of each cup. "We gather under the guidance of the Holy Spirits who watch over us from the stars, in communion with the Spirits of nature all around us," he proceeded to spill a pinch of white and brown powders into each cup, "so our Brother Bohdan of the House of Mirminski may strengthen his bonds with the Divine, and enlighten us all in his own quest for illumination." He gestured for them to drink, and nodded to Zena. | |
| Torpius d'Arricarrère (Fire Prophet of Aetheris Pyrism) | |
| Roleplay from Bohdan Mirminsky | |
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| Bohdan grabbed the cup, spilling a few drops of the the liquid due to the shaking of his hand. Zena seeing his struggle took the cup away from him and poured its cotents into his mouth, and then drank her potion. "Yuk, it tastes like the medicine my aunt used to torture me with when I was sick. Lets hope it works just as good" Bohdan said with a grimace running through his face. "We have to hurry, I feel that soon that... Thing might take control over me." Then he and Zena fell silent, waiting for the solution to digest and Brother Torpius to continue with the ritual. | |
| Bohdan Mirminsky (Flame Seeker of Aetheris Pyrism) | |
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| Nodding in approval, sat cross-legged, Torpius began humming. How long they remained in meditation would be hard to tell, but after the effects of the potion began to take place it must have seemed like an eternity.
Without stopping the humming the Priest fueled a small turibulum with a very strong aroma-producing mix of herbs and passed to each of the participants for them to take turns inhaling in their meditation. When his hands were free again he took a small drum to accompany the humming and after a while only the percussion remained. It was only then that he spoke. "Brother, we are gathered here for you wish to see. And yet, to feel with the eyes and organs of the flame it is first necessary to numb the mundane senses. But know this is not a journey without its perils. During the ceremony you may experience terrible things, and learn what you will wish to have never known. Are you truly committed to this holy task? The time for desisting is now. If you, however, are willing to pay the price let us move forward. Invoke the presence that torments your days and heed its calling." | |
| Torpius d'Arricarrère (Fire Prophet of Aetheris Pyrism) | |
