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Hiritus pipes up:
"Don't everybody volunteer at once! I mean, we're due back at Brother Aramil's shortly, and I'm sure he's got plenty of time to wait on us to decide who should offer the prayer..."
Fendric casts a sidelong glance at Hiritus, and the rest of the group. Kneeling at the monument, he thinks of something on the fly:
"Blessed Father of Light, we humbly ask for your guidance and provenance..."
"...as we who undertake this noble journey to save the Realm from armies of darkness, based on the dying wish of Sir Exantrius, move ever onward to lands we do not know. We have trusted Sir Exantrius from the outset, and we know that whomever we seek to warn of this danger scarcely knows this Knight we trust, and of further concern, can hardly believe that this suffering has been visited by a once great man who has since given in to war and hatred.
I leave you, O Radiant One, to trust the truth of our message to the people we visit, or to convince us of its error, and the message is this: the people around you are your last best defense against the pestilence that is to come, and to trust them, to love them, to sacrifice for them, is your best hope of seeing through to the coming Dawn. For it is coming, and at its head is a man once renowned as a peacemaker in these parts.
Help Lord Thedoric see that wholesale slaughter is not the answer, O Holy Radiance. Help him find the virtue that once defined his existence again in his heart. Make this Knight Shine Again for the people who revere You, Pelor. I ask you, Great One, as if my very life depends on it, for indeed I think it does.
And may the Holy Radiance Shine Brightly on my city of Hedrogura, and on these my companions."
Fendric stands once again, sweating profusely. Turning away from the monument, he wipes his forehead on his sleeve.
"Don't everybody volunteer at once! I mean, we're due back at Brother Aramil's shortly, and I'm sure he's got plenty of time to wait on us to decide who should offer the prayer..."
Fendric casts a sidelong glance at Hiritus, and the rest of the group. Kneeling at the monument, he thinks of something on the fly:
"Blessed Father of Light, we humbly ask for your guidance and provenance..."
"...as we who undertake this noble journey to save the Realm from armies of darkness, based on the dying wish of Sir Exantrius, move ever onward to lands we do not know. We have trusted Sir Exantrius from the outset, and we know that whomever we seek to warn of this danger scarcely knows this Knight we trust, and of further concern, can hardly believe that this suffering has been visited by a once great man who has since given in to war and hatred.
I leave you, O Radiant One, to trust the truth of our message to the people we visit, or to convince us of its error, and the message is this: the people around you are your last best defense against the pestilence that is to come, and to trust them, to love them, to sacrifice for them, is your best hope of seeing through to the coming Dawn. For it is coming, and at its head is a man once renowned as a peacemaker in these parts.
Help Lord Thedoric see that wholesale slaughter is not the answer, O Holy Radiance. Help him find the virtue that once defined his existence again in his heart. Make this Knight Shine Again for the people who revere You, Pelor. I ask you, Great One, as if my very life depends on it, for indeed I think it does.
And may the Holy Radiance Shine Brightly on my city of Hedrogura, and on these my companions."
Fendric stands once again, sweating profusely. Turning away from the monument, he wipes his forehead on his sleeve.