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<blockquote data-quote="Ruined" data-source="post: 376347" data-attributes="member: 113"><p><u>Tréan - 20th of Tanot, yr. 150 A.V.</u></p><p></p><p>The coming of dawn is a wondrous thing to behold in the Temple of the Sun. The Eastern wall is dominated with open windows to allow Madriel’s golden rays to bless her temple. Architects had labored to allow the most possible sunlight into the main temple without leaving it open to the frequent rains of Durrover. In those places where the morning dew had pooled, young initiates worked steadily to scrub and clean.</p><p></p><p>Tréan recalled her years spent in the temple, working to keep its stone floors and walls spotless. Some would say that such tasks were pointless and menial, but they did not understand the pride that comes from such work. Purity was one of the first tenets taught to those who followed the path of Madriel. It was a far cry from the tenets that she had learned while in Vesh…</p><p></p><p>“Acolyte Tréan?” A small blonde-haired initiate wearing simple white robes interrupted her thoughts. “Yes, dear?” she asked.</p><p></p><p>“Maester Taigral requests your presence in his office.”</p><p></p><p>Tréan smiled at the young girl as she curtsied and went off to other duties. Tréan wondered what the high priest needed of her, hoping it was a challenging assignment. The few months since she had returned to Angelsgate had been comforting, but she had tasted action in Vesh and now she yearned to have it again. Tréan could apply the healing arts as well as any other of her rank, but she knew that her gifts lay also in the martial disciplines.</p><p></p><p>The door to Maester Taigral’s chamber was partially closed, and Trean could hear voices inside. She knocked and was greeted by the Maester and another, Helena Garrond. Tréan knew Helena, as both were of the Order of the Morning Sky. The Maester asked Tréan if she could wait outside while they finished their conversation. She did so, leaving the door as she first found it.</p><p></p><p>Her ears, which rose to a slight point due to her elven heritage, picked up fragments of the conversation. In Tréan’s mind, it wasn’t snooping as much as it was curiosity. She heard a few details, mostly from the Maester’s raised voice, including her name, plans for another youth, and the word ‘Sussephra’. What it meant, she knew not, but she was intrigued. Soon enough, she found herself standing before Helena and the Maester.</p><p></p><p>“Divinities Day approaches, Tréan, and every year there is a week-long festival held in the Zathiskan town of Quelsk. As the country officially worships Chardun, there are no established temples to our Lady nearby.” Trean noted the way the Maester’s white eyebrows furrowed when he named Chardun, the Slaver. Maester Taigral was a respected elder among the faithful – one of few men to assume a position of authority in what was mostly a matriarchal religion. In the years she had known him, Tréan had developed a profound respect for the man.</p><p></p><p>“A pilgrimage is set every year so that the people of Zathiske will know the mercies of Madriel, and remember that she cares for them, even if their rulers have forgotten her.” Helena was next to speak.</p><p></p><p>“Zathiske is in the heart of the Hegemony, and given our country’s current state of war, we feel it would be wise to send the Order of the Morning Sky.” Helena spoke truly; Durrover had been under siege from the neighboring country of Lageni, a province of the Calastian Hegemony. The Order, known for missions of mercy, was allowed to cross the borders even in times of war. </p><p></p><p>Tréan readily agreed to the mission, looking forward to travel through these unfamiliar lands. She was given basic details of the path that will lead them to Zathiske. She also learned that they will be accompanied on their quest by a younger acolyte, a youth by name of Mitran. The Maester escorted them from his office, wishing them good fortune on their travels.</p><p></p><p>“You, Mitran and I shall meet tonight for dinner and discussion,” Helena said. “We have much to do, and I, for one, am eager to begin this journey.”</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Ruined, post: 376347, member: 113"] [u]Tréan - 20th of Tanot, yr. 150 A.V.[/u] The coming of dawn is a wondrous thing to behold in the Temple of the Sun. The Eastern wall is dominated with open windows to allow Madriel’s golden rays to bless her temple. Architects had labored to allow the most possible sunlight into the main temple without leaving it open to the frequent rains of Durrover. In those places where the morning dew had pooled, young initiates worked steadily to scrub and clean. Tréan recalled her years spent in the temple, working to keep its stone floors and walls spotless. Some would say that such tasks were pointless and menial, but they did not understand the pride that comes from such work. Purity was one of the first tenets taught to those who followed the path of Madriel. It was a far cry from the tenets that she had learned while in Vesh… “Acolyte Tréan?” A small blonde-haired initiate wearing simple white robes interrupted her thoughts. “Yes, dear?” she asked. “Maester Taigral requests your presence in his office.” Tréan smiled at the young girl as she curtsied and went off to other duties. Tréan wondered what the high priest needed of her, hoping it was a challenging assignment. The few months since she had returned to Angelsgate had been comforting, but she had tasted action in Vesh and now she yearned to have it again. Tréan could apply the healing arts as well as any other of her rank, but she knew that her gifts lay also in the martial disciplines. The door to Maester Taigral’s chamber was partially closed, and Trean could hear voices inside. She knocked and was greeted by the Maester and another, Helena Garrond. Tréan knew Helena, as both were of the Order of the Morning Sky. The Maester asked Tréan if she could wait outside while they finished their conversation. She did so, leaving the door as she first found it. Her ears, which rose to a slight point due to her elven heritage, picked up fragments of the conversation. In Tréan’s mind, it wasn’t snooping as much as it was curiosity. She heard a few details, mostly from the Maester’s raised voice, including her name, plans for another youth, and the word ‘Sussephra’. What it meant, she knew not, but she was intrigued. Soon enough, she found herself standing before Helena and the Maester. “Divinities Day approaches, Tréan, and every year there is a week-long festival held in the Zathiskan town of Quelsk. As the country officially worships Chardun, there are no established temples to our Lady nearby.” Trean noted the way the Maester’s white eyebrows furrowed when he named Chardun, the Slaver. Maester Taigral was a respected elder among the faithful – one of few men to assume a position of authority in what was mostly a matriarchal religion. In the years she had known him, Tréan had developed a profound respect for the man. “A pilgrimage is set every year so that the people of Zathiske will know the mercies of Madriel, and remember that she cares for them, even if their rulers have forgotten her.” Helena was next to speak. “Zathiske is in the heart of the Hegemony, and given our country’s current state of war, we feel it would be wise to send the Order of the Morning Sky.” Helena spoke truly; Durrover had been under siege from the neighboring country of Lageni, a province of the Calastian Hegemony. The Order, known for missions of mercy, was allowed to cross the borders even in times of war. Tréan readily agreed to the mission, looking forward to travel through these unfamiliar lands. She was given basic details of the path that will lead them to Zathiske. She also learned that they will be accompanied on their quest by a younger acolyte, a youth by name of Mitran. The Maester escorted them from his office, wishing them good fortune on their travels. “You, Mitran and I shall meet tonight for dinner and discussion,” Helena said. “We have much to do, and I, for one, am eager to begin this journey.” [/QUOTE]
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