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<blockquote data-quote="97mg" data-source="post: 7343294" data-attributes="member: 6799460"><p><strong>Lady Irienys: Sandy Residue</strong></p><p></p><p><strong>Kalair - Church of Suru</strong></p><p></p><p>She clawed the surrounds of her eyes a little, aged fingers attempting to massage away fatigue-born age. It wouldn’t help much, but it might keep her awake just a little longer. A yawn and some self-temple rubbing followed to finish things off.</p><p></p><p>That was better. The secret healing work of the priesthood could extend life, but eventually you reached a point where the inevitable would make its charge. Lady Irienys was a frail old thing, but that didn’t mean she lacked fire in her belly.</p><p></p><p>Her life had been spent in service to Suru from day one. Suru, God of justice and light. Irienys was one of quite an extensive bloodline, her mother, grandmother and beyond, all sharing the same ingrained fate. There had been moments of angst, disobedience and open rebellion in her younger years of course. Why wouldn’t a young lady seek to venture out and explore the world? Was it true that the plains beneath the hills were a bed for sun-drenched bones, of species unknown? Did Xol cave really open and close of its own accord? Were the Tiran falls truly bluer than the sky?</p><p></p><p>She smiled. </p><p></p><p>Little had she known that Suru would bring her to witness more of life’s mystery than any outdoor jaunt. And the work had mattered, especially for her generation and most likely the next.</p><p></p><p>A vast majority of the council considered this church their ally, an essential friend. Now, Dolstian Law might have sought to evaporate the boiling magics which plagued this land, but what of gods, goddesses and deities? There was no denying the influence and power of some of them, and others were well… nothing but outright imagination. What was really important was public perception, and how such divine folk might serve the council’s needs.</p><p></p><p>Suru was respected by many. Justice could mean many things. Justice was desirable. Justice was what the council needed too, to ensure the see-saw of equality was kept trim and neat, flat and level.</p><p></p><p>The church had become a refuge of sorts. A place where believers could find kindness, understanding and an open ear. A safe place for those at risk especially, the downtrodden, the feared, those flowing with magic who needed help to contain themselves. In a nutshell, Suru’s church helped the council look good and the council was appreciative. They were funded well. They were allowed a great deal of autonomy. Unlike many churches, they weren’t subject to random searches or audit either.</p><p></p><p>What the council didn’t know, or at least appeared not to know, was that the reality was quite something different.</p><p></p><p>Suru’s servants didn’t seek to trim anyone’s wings. If members swore to Suru’s ideals and acted appropriately, it would have been unjust for them to suffer. Justice to Suru’s flock had a different meaning compared to the eyes of society at large. Take young Metea for instance, now that was a breed destined to be outcast, shunned and mistreated. A Tiefling on the path of light? Surely that was better than a dangerous and inexperienced protagonist wandering the earth, connecting to her magic wildly devoid of anything other than instinct! It didn’t matter who you were, if you were open to the light you were welcome here. Just look at... well what the one-tusked half orc had done, for example. Carthum was a cleric now! It hadn’t been easy for the boy by any means, but his heart was warm and his words spoke true. All were welcome, as long as you kept a few things to yourself.</p><p></p><p>Those who had been here long enough, the trustworthy, witnessed a whole other level to Suru’s fine work. The general, yet unspoken consensus? Dolstian Law was unjust. Simple as that. Penalties were far too… permanent. The council had prescribed themselves power unfit for their role, let alone their experience. The will of the earth was being smothered by a pack of argumentative brats.</p><p></p><p>So Suru’s followers waited. In secrecy they trained and shared knowledge. They were encouraged to keep an open mind. Because one day, the only justice on this earth would be Suru’s and Suru alone’s…</p><p></p><p>Irienys’ eyes snapped open. She’d nodded off. Across the old desk she regarded the hourglass with a tisk from her lips. Almost dawn. Time for a prayer. Old fingers inverted the glass-imprisoned sand, and she closed her eyes once more.</p><p></p><p>“Blessed Suru, may the year be kind to those just. </p><p>May darkness and treachery surely be crushed.</p><p>A new year of a new name,</p><p>but only one name I need, blessed Suru.</p><p>Let the great tower the other ones climb,</p><p>for Suru it is you,</p><p>who gift with a sign.”</p><p></p><p>Crack! Then a tinkling sound.</p><p></p><p>She opened her eyes and covered her mouth in shock. </p><p></p><p>The hourglass base had split, its sandy contents slowly spilling free...</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="97mg, post: 7343294, member: 6799460"] [b]Lady Irienys: Sandy Residue[/b] [B]Kalair - Church of Suru[/B] She clawed the surrounds of her eyes a little, aged fingers attempting to massage away fatigue-born age. It wouldn’t help much, but it might keep her awake just a little longer. A yawn and some self-temple rubbing followed to finish things off. That was better. The secret healing work of the priesthood could extend life, but eventually you reached a point where the inevitable would make its charge. Lady Irienys was a frail old thing, but that didn’t mean she lacked fire in her belly. Her life had been spent in service to Suru from day one. Suru, God of justice and light. Irienys was one of quite an extensive bloodline, her mother, grandmother and beyond, all sharing the same ingrained fate. There had been moments of angst, disobedience and open rebellion in her younger years of course. Why wouldn’t a young lady seek to venture out and explore the world? Was it true that the plains beneath the hills were a bed for sun-drenched bones, of species unknown? Did Xol cave really open and close of its own accord? Were the Tiran falls truly bluer than the sky? She smiled. Little had she known that Suru would bring her to witness more of life’s mystery than any outdoor jaunt. And the work had mattered, especially for her generation and most likely the next. A vast majority of the council considered this church their ally, an essential friend. Now, Dolstian Law might have sought to evaporate the boiling magics which plagued this land, but what of gods, goddesses and deities? There was no denying the influence and power of some of them, and others were well… nothing but outright imagination. What was really important was public perception, and how such divine folk might serve the council’s needs. Suru was respected by many. Justice could mean many things. Justice was desirable. Justice was what the council needed too, to ensure the see-saw of equality was kept trim and neat, flat and level. The church had become a refuge of sorts. A place where believers could find kindness, understanding and an open ear. A safe place for those at risk especially, the downtrodden, the feared, those flowing with magic who needed help to contain themselves. In a nutshell, Suru’s church helped the council look good and the council was appreciative. They were funded well. They were allowed a great deal of autonomy. Unlike many churches, they weren’t subject to random searches or audit either. What the council didn’t know, or at least appeared not to know, was that the reality was quite something different. Suru’s servants didn’t seek to trim anyone’s wings. If members swore to Suru’s ideals and acted appropriately, it would have been unjust for them to suffer. Justice to Suru’s flock had a different meaning compared to the eyes of society at large. Take young Metea for instance, now that was a breed destined to be outcast, shunned and mistreated. A Tiefling on the path of light? Surely that was better than a dangerous and inexperienced protagonist wandering the earth, connecting to her magic wildly devoid of anything other than instinct! It didn’t matter who you were, if you were open to the light you were welcome here. Just look at... well what the one-tusked half orc had done, for example. Carthum was a cleric now! It hadn’t been easy for the boy by any means, but his heart was warm and his words spoke true. All were welcome, as long as you kept a few things to yourself. Those who had been here long enough, the trustworthy, witnessed a whole other level to Suru’s fine work. The general, yet unspoken consensus? Dolstian Law was unjust. Simple as that. Penalties were far too… permanent. The council had prescribed themselves power unfit for their role, let alone their experience. The will of the earth was being smothered by a pack of argumentative brats. So Suru’s followers waited. In secrecy they trained and shared knowledge. They were encouraged to keep an open mind. Because one day, the only justice on this earth would be Suru’s and Suru alone’s… Irienys’ eyes snapped open. She’d nodded off. Across the old desk she regarded the hourglass with a tisk from her lips. Almost dawn. Time for a prayer. Old fingers inverted the glass-imprisoned sand, and she closed her eyes once more. “Blessed Suru, may the year be kind to those just. May darkness and treachery surely be crushed. A new year of a new name, but only one name I need, blessed Suru. Let the great tower the other ones climb, for Suru it is you, who gift with a sign.” Crack! Then a tinkling sound. She opened her eyes and covered her mouth in shock. The hourglass base had split, its sandy contents slowly spilling free... [/QUOTE]
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