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<blockquote data-quote="Ankh-Morpork Guard" data-source="post: 3758135" data-attributes="member: 10079"><p><strong>Chapter 3: Within the Temple</strong></p><p></p><p>Besol was like most small towns. It was...small. While there was a definite town, with a temple, blacksmith, and other simple buildings, most of the population seemed to live on farms that surrounded it. What they were farming was beyond Rennai, but she figured it was probably food. She didn’t know a thing about farming or any of that, she grew up in the north where it was cold and...well, cold.</p><p> </p><p>The worst part about the town, though, was the lack of an Inn. Apparently it had burned down or some other horrible excuse and no one had bothered to rebuild. So they were stuck staying in the local temple, which was fine with Aylana, of course, but Rennai...well...she just never understood why people that claim to talk to Gods weren’t crazy while those that talk to the air were. Not that she didn’t think the Gods were real, of course they were, but it just didn’t seem fair and so she’d simply decided that all clergy, no matter the origin, were best kept away. Besides, they never seemed to be very approving of most of the things she did.</p><p> </p><p>Short, rather unruly black hair covered her head and stopped at her neck, with the points of her ears appearing through the mass of hair to show that she was not a short human, but an Elf. Of course, the slim features and rather pointed, light green eyes would have given this away, too, but Rennai wasn’t usually one to let people see that. She wore simple clothes now, rather than the dark, leather armour she kept for when they went to business. Instead, Rennai simply wore comfortable, loose, and generally boring looking clothes, though on her belt she kept both her rapier and, concealed at the very back of the belt, a dagger.</p><p> </p><p>Rennai was, like most of her kind, short. She cursed the humans who built the temple for making the windows up as high as they were on the cold, stone walls. It made actually looking outside rather difficult. Barely over five feet tall wasn’t that short, but the damned humans who built this place must have been a good foot taller and didn’t think about anyone else.</p><p> </p><p>Sighing, Rennai rested her chin on the windowsill.</p><p> </p><p>“Contemplating existence again?” the soft voice of Cor came from behind her.</p><p> </p><p>She had heard him step into the small room and didn’t bother to give him any attention then, and wasn’t planning to change that now. Instead, Rennai simple shrugged as best one could shrug when their chin was resting on something.</p><p> </p><p>Her ears were better than most, and so it was easy to hear Cor stepping across the room and towards her. His footsteps were rather soft, but he wasn’t making any effort to keep quiet, either, “The priest would like to see the stone you found.”</p><p> </p><p>Slowly, Rennai turned around to give him a very pointed glare. Cor was also an Elf, but sometimes she wondered about that. While she’d grown up in a city in the north, he was, apparently from the forests like most of their kind. He never would talk much about his past, but she could tell from looking at him that he was great deal older than she was. That was something, though, that she knew humans would have difficulty noticing.</p><p> </p><p>Cor was built much like she was, though taller and thinner. The latter, however, was hard to tell due to the impractical, flowing robes he always seemed to wear. At least they weren’t bright colours. Though the top of his staff was an annoying violet colour that drove her insane to no end. In fact, with his dark hair and green eyes, most humans probably assumed they were related.</p><p> </p><p>Idiots.</p><p> </p><p>A loud, deliberate sigh escaped Cor as he met her glare with an annoyed look, “They do not want to keep it, Rennai. But it may be able to give us information about this cult Aylana is sure we’ve found.”</p><p> </p><p>“You don’t believe her?” Rennai asked casually, suddenly curious and glad for the distraction away from what was her’s.</p><p> </p><p>“Falen and the priest believe her.”</p><p> </p><p>Rennai rolled her eyes, “Okay. Her brother and a man that happens to be a part of the same church as Aylana believe her. That’s reassuring.”</p><p> </p><p>Cor shook his head and then turned to leave the room. As he walked out, he spoke over his shoulder, “None of us are in the mood for your act, Rennai. Either you follow me down here or we leave you here.”</p><p> </p><p>She watched him leave the room and stared at the blank, boring looking wall outside the room she was using. More than once she’d considered leaving...but...she...with a sigh, Rennai started after him. Damn that Cor! He knew exactly what to say and exactly how to say it!</p><p></p><p>Rennai found the others down in the first level of the temple, which was mostly one large, open area. There was an altar near the back, with an elaborate fresco painting of a large, armoured human with auburn hair holding up a sword triumphantly. There were two sets of pillars running near the center of the building and setting up a large path, of sorts, to the altar. Along the walls were various rooms with large, metal doors that were probably locked knowing these people...</p><p> </p><p>The whole damned place looked like a jail to her. They called it a temple, but Heironeous had a hell of a definition for ‘temple’. The built the place like they were ready for some war, and from the looks of things, they probably were. All the so-called priests had swords at their hips. And all of them that she walked past gave her very pointed looks. It wasn’t like she was going to steal anything! Well...not after that first attempt...</p><p> </p><p>It wasn’t her fault they used inferior locks! And really, why lock things if you didn’t want to make people curious?!</p><p> </p><p>Everyone else was standing near the altar, and Rennai felt like she was walking to her death with the looks she was getting...while having to take the ominous feeling route between the gigantic stone pillars to get to them. That was why she hated all these Gods! All the damned theatrics!</p><p> </p><p>Of course, Aylana was standing there in front of them all. She wasn’t in her armour, for once, but that leather padding and loose cloth shirt and trousers she had hinted that the woman wasn’t far off from her armour. Her hair was that same dusty colour as her brother’s, but was straight and long, while Falen’s was rather short and...well, a mess, really. That was another thing about that woman. How in the Hells did she fit all that hair in a plate helm?! Apparently she found a way, but Rennai was sure it was at the expensive of her brain.</p><p> </p><p>Falen, unlike his sister, wasn’t really watching Rennai approach as much as looking around curiously. He’d seemed almost as uncomfortable in this so-called temple as Rennai was. In fact, he looked ready to leave right away. His bow was on his back, as was the currently-closed quiver, and there was even a sword at his hip barely concealed beneath his cloak that had, years ago, probably been green.</p><p></p><p>Cor was simply standing with his arms behind his back in one of those curios poses that made her wonder about him. He just kept such a haughty air to him sometimes that one day she was going to punch some humility into him. Or at least get him to slouch at least a bit. Something to make him more tolerable.</p><p> </p><p>And then, roughly in the center of the group, was a chiseled looking human male who was far too tall and far too armoured for his own good. The tabard draped over his shoulders sported a fist and a lightning bolt, and Rennai recognized him as, according to Aylana, the head of the Temple in Besol. The man looked like more of a warrior than a priest, and the sword at his hip was in a scabbard that was definitely not decorative. He had short, blonde hair that made him look at odds with the rest of the building as, next to the fresco behind him, his hair was the brightest colour in the whole damned place.</p><p> </p><p>While no words were said, the eyes bearing down on Rennai were enough. She wasn’t in the mood for fighting against this and just went ahead and shuffled the small object from a pouch on her small belt and extended it out in front of her, “I expect it back.”</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Ankh-Morpork Guard, post: 3758135, member: 10079"] [b]Chapter 3: Within the Temple[/b] Besol was like most small towns. It was...small. While there was a definite town, with a temple, blacksmith, and other simple buildings, most of the population seemed to live on farms that surrounded it. What they were farming was beyond Rennai, but she figured it was probably food. She didn’t know a thing about farming or any of that, she grew up in the north where it was cold and...well, cold. The worst part about the town, though, was the lack of an Inn. Apparently it had burned down or some other horrible excuse and no one had bothered to rebuild. So they were stuck staying in the local temple, which was fine with Aylana, of course, but Rennai...well...she just never understood why people that claim to talk to Gods weren’t crazy while those that talk to the air were. Not that she didn’t think the Gods were real, of course they were, but it just didn’t seem fair and so she’d simply decided that all clergy, no matter the origin, were best kept away. Besides, they never seemed to be very approving of most of the things she did. Short, rather unruly black hair covered her head and stopped at her neck, with the points of her ears appearing through the mass of hair to show that she was not a short human, but an Elf. Of course, the slim features and rather pointed, light green eyes would have given this away, too, but Rennai wasn’t usually one to let people see that. She wore simple clothes now, rather than the dark, leather armour she kept for when they went to business. Instead, Rennai simply wore comfortable, loose, and generally boring looking clothes, though on her belt she kept both her rapier and, concealed at the very back of the belt, a dagger. Rennai was, like most of her kind, short. She cursed the humans who built the temple for making the windows up as high as they were on the cold, stone walls. It made actually looking outside rather difficult. Barely over five feet tall wasn’t that short, but the damned humans who built this place must have been a good foot taller and didn’t think about anyone else. Sighing, Rennai rested her chin on the windowsill. “Contemplating existence again?” the soft voice of Cor came from behind her. She had heard him step into the small room and didn’t bother to give him any attention then, and wasn’t planning to change that now. Instead, Rennai simple shrugged as best one could shrug when their chin was resting on something. Her ears were better than most, and so it was easy to hear Cor stepping across the room and towards her. His footsteps were rather soft, but he wasn’t making any effort to keep quiet, either, “The priest would like to see the stone you found.” Slowly, Rennai turned around to give him a very pointed glare. Cor was also an Elf, but sometimes she wondered about that. While she’d grown up in a city in the north, he was, apparently from the forests like most of their kind. He never would talk much about his past, but she could tell from looking at him that he was great deal older than she was. That was something, though, that she knew humans would have difficulty noticing. Cor was built much like she was, though taller and thinner. The latter, however, was hard to tell due to the impractical, flowing robes he always seemed to wear. At least they weren’t bright colours. Though the top of his staff was an annoying violet colour that drove her insane to no end. In fact, with his dark hair and green eyes, most humans probably assumed they were related. Idiots. A loud, deliberate sigh escaped Cor as he met her glare with an annoyed look, “They do not want to keep it, Rennai. But it may be able to give us information about this cult Aylana is sure we’ve found.” “You don’t believe her?” Rennai asked casually, suddenly curious and glad for the distraction away from what was her’s. “Falen and the priest believe her.” Rennai rolled her eyes, “Okay. Her brother and a man that happens to be a part of the same church as Aylana believe her. That’s reassuring.” Cor shook his head and then turned to leave the room. As he walked out, he spoke over his shoulder, “None of us are in the mood for your act, Rennai. Either you follow me down here or we leave you here.” She watched him leave the room and stared at the blank, boring looking wall outside the room she was using. More than once she’d considered leaving...but...she...with a sigh, Rennai started after him. Damn that Cor! He knew exactly what to say and exactly how to say it! Rennai found the others down in the first level of the temple, which was mostly one large, open area. There was an altar near the back, with an elaborate fresco painting of a large, armoured human with auburn hair holding up a sword triumphantly. There were two sets of pillars running near the center of the building and setting up a large path, of sorts, to the altar. Along the walls were various rooms with large, metal doors that were probably locked knowing these people... The whole damned place looked like a jail to her. They called it a temple, but Heironeous had a hell of a definition for ‘temple’. The built the place like they were ready for some war, and from the looks of things, they probably were. All the so-called priests had swords at their hips. And all of them that she walked past gave her very pointed looks. It wasn’t like she was going to steal anything! Well...not after that first attempt... It wasn’t her fault they used inferior locks! And really, why lock things if you didn’t want to make people curious?! Everyone else was standing near the altar, and Rennai felt like she was walking to her death with the looks she was getting...while having to take the ominous feeling route between the gigantic stone pillars to get to them. That was why she hated all these Gods! All the damned theatrics! Of course, Aylana was standing there in front of them all. She wasn’t in her armour, for once, but that leather padding and loose cloth shirt and trousers she had hinted that the woman wasn’t far off from her armour. Her hair was that same dusty colour as her brother’s, but was straight and long, while Falen’s was rather short and...well, a mess, really. That was another thing about that woman. How in the Hells did she fit all that hair in a plate helm?! Apparently she found a way, but Rennai was sure it was at the expensive of her brain. Falen, unlike his sister, wasn’t really watching Rennai approach as much as looking around curiously. He’d seemed almost as uncomfortable in this so-called temple as Rennai was. In fact, he looked ready to leave right away. His bow was on his back, as was the currently-closed quiver, and there was even a sword at his hip barely concealed beneath his cloak that had, years ago, probably been green. Cor was simply standing with his arms behind his back in one of those curios poses that made her wonder about him. He just kept such a haughty air to him sometimes that one day she was going to punch some humility into him. Or at least get him to slouch at least a bit. Something to make him more tolerable. And then, roughly in the center of the group, was a chiseled looking human male who was far too tall and far too armoured for his own good. The tabard draped over his shoulders sported a fist and a lightning bolt, and Rennai recognized him as, according to Aylana, the head of the Temple in Besol. The man looked like more of a warrior than a priest, and the sword at his hip was in a scabbard that was definitely not decorative. He had short, blonde hair that made him look at odds with the rest of the building as, next to the fresco behind him, his hair was the brightest colour in the whole damned place. While no words were said, the eyes bearing down on Rennai were enough. She wasn’t in the mood for fighting against this and just went ahead and shuffled the small object from a pouch on her small belt and extended it out in front of her, “I expect it back.” [/QUOTE]
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