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<blockquote data-quote="Ruined" data-source="post: 406437" data-attributes="member: 113"><p><u>Trean - 9th of Belot, yr. 150 AV</u></p><p></p><p>The Grand Temple of Hedrada was an ancient structure, filled with sturdy marble columns and wooden benches for the followers. Tréan and Helena were led to a spiral stair and up to the higher floors of the temple. Tréan could not help but compare this solemn structure to the temples of Madriel where she had spent so much time. The joy and happiness that seemed to pervade the Temple of the Sun was missing here. The devout did not seem unhappy, but very rigid in their practices. She had never realized how different such followings could be.</p><p></p><p>They were led into a room dominated by a long table of polished mahogany. A handsome man awaited them here, clothed in robes very similar to those worn by Judge Underwood. He was clearly decades younger than Underwood, but he possessed a presence much stronger than the other priest. Tréan could not help but appreciate his curly black hair and piercing green eyes.</p><p></p><p>“Greetings, miladies. I am Lawgiver Doran. I regret to say that Underwood and I are the only two to properly welcome you. The Sage has taken ill of late, and the Prospero has just left on journey to Quelsk for the same festival you’ll be attending.” He extended his hand to the chairs before him. “Please, be seated.” </p><p></p><p>Tréan took a seat across from Judge Underwood. She noted with humor that Helena was as taken with Doran as she was. Compassion and love were strong virtues within Madriel’s priesthood. Many outsiders mistakenly thought of them as stuffy, prudish women, which was far from the truth.</p><p></p><p>“We thank you for bringing young Mitran to us. It is our hope that his stay here will benefit his cause.” </p><p></p><p>“His cause…?” Tréan interrupted. She knew events were going on that she did not understand, but the only way she could learn the truth was to ask. Helena placed a hand upon hers, reassuring her.</p><p></p><p>“My apologies. Tréan is still unaware of the true reason for Mitran’s presence here.” She smoothed over her dress before continuing. “You know that I am the daughter of one of the thains of Durrover. Mitran is also born of an influential family in Durrover. His last name is Ambray.” </p><p></p><p>“The family of the King?” Tréan asked.</p><p></p><p>“Yes. He is the eldest son of Jeddrad’s deceased brother Belgard.” Helena said. Tréan knew a little of the politics of her homeland. Jeddrad III was the King of the Lowlands and King of the Mountain in Durrover. He had ruled for many years, and as of yet had not produced an heir.</p><p></p><p>Tréan felt her cheeks flush. This young man who had nearly died at the hands of the hippogriffs, he was a potential heir to the less-than-stable throne of Durrover. The Lageni would have paid dearly to get their hands on someone of his bloodline. Only their reputation as the Order of the Morning Sky had prevented further scrutiny from Lageni soldiers.</p><p></p><p>“But why here?” </p><p></p><p>“Perhaps I can answer that,” said Doran. “We received the plea from the Ambray family months ago. They sought to have a member of their family taught the ways of battlefield tactics; strategies that are not typically employed in your lands. Also, they wanted the youth educated in histories of just rulers. Our great libraries and scholars here are suited for the task.” </p><p></p><p>Judge Underwood spoke. “With Lord Hedrada’s guidance, we were able to discern the truth of their request. They are grooming a future leader. While we do obey the laws of the Hegemony that surrounds us, this course of action is noble and we have pledged our aid. Was it not Hedrada who first suggested that the Gods rebel against the depravities of the Titans?” </p><p></p><p>They were all silent for a moment, and then Helena spoke again.</p><p></p><p>“I do apologize for the deception, Tréan. Maester Taigral suggested telling you the truth, but I wished to bear the weight of this alone.” Tréan smiled.</p><p></p><p>“I understand, sister. It was for the best - I was more convincing this way. And what of the festival?” </p><p></p><p>“We will still go. It was always in our plans to represent the Redeemer at Divinities Day. This other business was just… convenient.” Helena smiled. Doran rose from his seat at the large table.</p><p></p><p>“Well, Mitran is getting settled into his new lodgings. In the meantime, please let me show you ladies around the wonderful city of Sussephra.” </p><p></p><p>***</p><p></p><p>Sussephra was a pleasant excursion, but soon it saw Helena and Tréan’s departure towards the country of Zathiske. The parting from Mitran had been a difficult one for Tréan. She had grown to enjoy his presence over their journey, and secretly she worried about the fate that he would eventually face. How much of this was his choice and how much the legacy of his family?</p><p></p><p>Helena had apologized for the secrecy of their journey more than once, and finally Tréan had asked for silence. The initial shock of the truth was over, and she had reflected upon the reasons behind it all. She was naive to think that the priesthood of Madriel would not interfere in politics of war torn Durrover. Worship of Madriel was predominant there; to allow Lageni to overtake the lands would diminish or possibly remove all traces of their temples, replacing them with temples to Chardun. The Hegemony had done this before.</p><p></p><p>Their travels over the next two weeks were free of marauders, titanspawn or otherwise. Heavy rains followed them into the country of Zathiske and on towards the city of Quelsk. The harsh weather abated a day away from the city of Quelsk, which welcomed them with open arms. The festivals would begin on the morrow, the first day of Chardot.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Ruined, post: 406437, member: 113"] [u]Trean - 9th of Belot, yr. 150 AV[/u] The Grand Temple of Hedrada was an ancient structure, filled with sturdy marble columns and wooden benches for the followers. Tréan and Helena were led to a spiral stair and up to the higher floors of the temple. Tréan could not help but compare this solemn structure to the temples of Madriel where she had spent so much time. The joy and happiness that seemed to pervade the Temple of the Sun was missing here. The devout did not seem unhappy, but very rigid in their practices. She had never realized how different such followings could be. They were led into a room dominated by a long table of polished mahogany. A handsome man awaited them here, clothed in robes very similar to those worn by Judge Underwood. He was clearly decades younger than Underwood, but he possessed a presence much stronger than the other priest. Tréan could not help but appreciate his curly black hair and piercing green eyes. “Greetings, miladies. I am Lawgiver Doran. I regret to say that Underwood and I are the only two to properly welcome you. The Sage has taken ill of late, and the Prospero has just left on journey to Quelsk for the same festival you’ll be attending.” He extended his hand to the chairs before him. “Please, be seated.” Tréan took a seat across from Judge Underwood. She noted with humor that Helena was as taken with Doran as she was. Compassion and love were strong virtues within Madriel’s priesthood. Many outsiders mistakenly thought of them as stuffy, prudish women, which was far from the truth. “We thank you for bringing young Mitran to us. It is our hope that his stay here will benefit his cause.” “His cause…?” Tréan interrupted. She knew events were going on that she did not understand, but the only way she could learn the truth was to ask. Helena placed a hand upon hers, reassuring her. “My apologies. Tréan is still unaware of the true reason for Mitran’s presence here.” She smoothed over her dress before continuing. “You know that I am the daughter of one of the thains of Durrover. Mitran is also born of an influential family in Durrover. His last name is Ambray.” “The family of the King?” Tréan asked. “Yes. He is the eldest son of Jeddrad’s deceased brother Belgard.” Helena said. Tréan knew a little of the politics of her homeland. Jeddrad III was the King of the Lowlands and King of the Mountain in Durrover. He had ruled for many years, and as of yet had not produced an heir. Tréan felt her cheeks flush. This young man who had nearly died at the hands of the hippogriffs, he was a potential heir to the less-than-stable throne of Durrover. The Lageni would have paid dearly to get their hands on someone of his bloodline. Only their reputation as the Order of the Morning Sky had prevented further scrutiny from Lageni soldiers. “But why here?” “Perhaps I can answer that,” said Doran. “We received the plea from the Ambray family months ago. They sought to have a member of their family taught the ways of battlefield tactics; strategies that are not typically employed in your lands. Also, they wanted the youth educated in histories of just rulers. Our great libraries and scholars here are suited for the task.” Judge Underwood spoke. “With Lord Hedrada’s guidance, we were able to discern the truth of their request. They are grooming a future leader. While we do obey the laws of the Hegemony that surrounds us, this course of action is noble and we have pledged our aid. Was it not Hedrada who first suggested that the Gods rebel against the depravities of the Titans?” They were all silent for a moment, and then Helena spoke again. “I do apologize for the deception, Tréan. Maester Taigral suggested telling you the truth, but I wished to bear the weight of this alone.” Tréan smiled. “I understand, sister. It was for the best - I was more convincing this way. And what of the festival?” “We will still go. It was always in our plans to represent the Redeemer at Divinities Day. This other business was just… convenient.” Helena smiled. Doran rose from his seat at the large table. “Well, Mitran is getting settled into his new lodgings. In the meantime, please let me show you ladies around the wonderful city of Sussephra.” *** Sussephra was a pleasant excursion, but soon it saw Helena and Tréan’s departure towards the country of Zathiske. The parting from Mitran had been a difficult one for Tréan. She had grown to enjoy his presence over their journey, and secretly she worried about the fate that he would eventually face. How much of this was his choice and how much the legacy of his family? Helena had apologized for the secrecy of their journey more than once, and finally Tréan had asked for silence. The initial shock of the truth was over, and she had reflected upon the reasons behind it all. She was naive to think that the priesthood of Madriel would not interfere in politics of war torn Durrover. Worship of Madriel was predominant there; to allow Lageni to overtake the lands would diminish or possibly remove all traces of their temples, replacing them with temples to Chardun. The Hegemony had done this before. Their travels over the next two weeks were free of marauders, titanspawn or otherwise. Heavy rains followed them into the country of Zathiske and on towards the city of Quelsk. The harsh weather abated a day away from the city of Quelsk, which welcomed them with open arms. The festivals would begin on the morrow, the first day of Chardot. [/QUOTE]
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