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Message: <blockquote data-quote="8XXX{0}====&gt;" data-source="post: 729383" data-attributes="member: 10677">Sunday, March 3, MV 1622 - ContinuedSt. Blothor’s Day, Serra Accendant, Horthol WaningJanus didn’t sleep at all that night. Torra’s moon, Horthal, was waning, and that always made him queasy. Something about that great silver disc pulled on his innards, and for a week or two out of every other month, sleep just wasn’t possible. So he sat in the cramped library of the Hall of the Faithful, surrounded by books, and burning tallow like nobody’s business. He hated the dark, and regardless of whatever fire hazards he might cause, always tried to keep the room brightly lit. He propped up his slippered feet on the single desk, and with a book in his lap, whiled away the time reading. Some days he studied Old Man Galus’s spellbook, some days Marshdale’s copy of the Annuls of the Faithful, the holy book of the Heronious-bound guards of Haloria, named for Archangel Halor, once a man, the greatest of Heronious’s saints, and also champion of Heronious’s bride, Pela, the sun goddess.It was interesting reading, full of thees and thous and forasmuches, and always high on adventure and faith. It told of the life of Halor and his companions, and in the later chapters of his various descendants, and other holy men and women, all of them strong, or brave, or faithful, and all with tales of the greatness of Heronious or Pela.The morning bell rang. Janus heard the groans and clanks of his fellow soldiers rising from bed in the garrison, just down the hallway. He could smell the cooks stoking the fires of the oven, and the scent of garlic being chopped for the flat-bread. Old Galus would probably be wanting him soon, and so Janus closed up the book he was reading, “Tales of Adventure, as related by Bolin Twoblade.” For dwarven writing, it was remarkably fluid and subtle. Well, as subtle as you could be in dwarven.Janus was so wrapped up in thinking about Bolin’s latest adventure that he didn’t notice running into his friend Sorrell until he had bounced of the young woman’s armor and was sprawled on the floor.“Pela’s Light! I’m so sorry Second Mage Janus!”“Here, let me help you up!” Sorell’s heavy steel armor creaked as she leaned over to help the young mage up. He scuttled away from her, and got up on his own, indignant.“Watch where you’re going, soldier,” he spat, and stormed off.Or would have, if Sorell hadn’t grabbed him by the robes with her gauntleted hand.“Now, Second Mage Janus, what do you say when you leave someone’s presence?”“Pela’s light guide you, Ser Sorell Morthel. May the Dawnbringer shine on you always.”“Pela’s light shine on you also, Second Mage Janus. May the Radiant One bring you peace. And happy St. Blothor’s Day!”“St. Blothor? Who?”“St. Blothor was a gnome merchant of some standing who one day gave all his money away to the poor of Haloria proper in the most miraculous way. He prayed to Pela, who turned all his gold coins into fish, and…”“… he released them into the aqueducts of Haloria, where people caught them from the fountains. I remember now. Neat trick.”“Its called a miracle. Good day Second Mage Janus.”They went their ways. Just out of earshot, Janus muttered to himself. “And don’t call me Second Mage.”| X--X--X--X--X {-O-} ==============================>To be continued…</blockquote>

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