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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Isida Kep'Tukari" data-source="post: 1239166" data-attributes="member: 4441">*Sebastian, the child takes your hand trustingly.*"Yes, let us go home," she says, her smile bright.  *She has to lead you somewhat, through the twisting alleyways until you once again stroll the Godswalk.  A few minutes later you stand outside the alabaster, tree-pillared temple to Alnaria, its gentle, shallow steps swarming with children that are being ushered inside by many white-robed priestesses.  Like a mother duck with her ducklings, the priestesses are quite efficient in gathering up their stray flocks.  One older woman seems to be waiting for someone, and when she spots you, smiles and waves you forward.  The girls lets go of your hand when you draw near, and the priestess gestures for you to sit down.*"You're seeking guidance," she says matter-of-factly, as if commenting that the sky is blue or the sun rises in the east.*Lyssa, your coin is accepted, and a glass of fine wine is brought to Brightfire.  Along with, you notice, several others.  She takes sips from several, listening to the serving girls and nodding to each individual person as she drains their chosen cup.  During a break, she goes and speaks to each one briefly, offering her thanks.  Finally she comes to you, sitting at an empty chair at your table.*"My thanks for the wine, sister," she says brightly.  You note without real surprise that even her speaking voice is musical.  In the slightly dim light near your table, her skin even seems to glow, and her colors seem even more intense from this close.  But what really catchs your eye is that embroidered on her shirt, over her heart, is the symbol of Sune.*Norin, your attentions have the boy somewhat baffled, as if he has never received such kindness before.  But he lays quietly, not having the strength left to fight.  When you lay the shroud of Saint Felis over him though, the boy gives a shudder, and you can see the false-health glow of fever leave his face.  Gasping slightly, Brel looks at you with awe.*"How, how... how did ye do it?" he asks, his eyes wide, "I feel all right!"*Nessa, Rekash contemplates your questions for a moment, her thin fingers idly tracing her pox scars in a deliberate pattern, almost like a mantra.*"It would be unwise for a god or goddess to have cattle for followers, but neither is it wise to have those that cannot accept that a higher power knows what is best.  But then it is said that sometimes the words of gods are twisted to suit the priests."My goddess will accept no priest who has not come to Her touched by those sacrements that She commands.  But this is both a difficult and deeply personal decision.  Many have been touched by plague or disease, yet my goddess' faith is hardly the largest in the world.  My goddess does not accept sheep.  I can hardly believe your God, which requires one to control and understand magic, wants sheep in his church."As for the servitude of the undead's souls... whether or not they are in torment, I would consider it just.  They are merely viscious criminals, serving out their sentence in a form that cannot disobey or escape.  If their souls are tormented, better that they learn torment there and be born better in the next life then leave them in any state to do further harm to other people."And for the assassin... my goddess is the Goddess of Poison, all such subtle poisons fall under Her sway.  It is the duty of my temple to have the antidote for every poison.  This is a new poison, hence there is no antidote yet.  We fail in Talona's mandate if we do not fully understand all poisons.  So a new assassin in town is very much in the sights of our duty, Sister of Boccob."</blockquote>

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