Bobitron
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GreatLemur said:
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Gloria e Flamae Solei
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Dathen said:
"Your methods are known quite well Dathen, your duties you have never shirked, yet your methods are not the only ones. Discretion is as much a part of our devotion to the Lodge of Glory as is the cleansing fire of the Flame's purity, and we should not neglect such a fact. Should Father Cilain learn of our arrival and has means to escape that we do not know of, would you wish to be responsible for the failure of this mission? Is that a risk you are willing to take in your haste?" Elohim asks, waiting for a response to the nearly rhetorical question, before continuing, "the Father is lacking in his zeal for the Flame, that is not to say that he is weak apart from his devotion. The Father has lived this long and has his allies, he has even somehow stumbled upon the Lodge, it would be a great folly to underestimate him. We have nine days before he is to leave, I do not expect Lhulan to take more than a day or so to gather any information. It is in the best interest of this mission that we are prepared, so that we do not charge in, torches blazing to alight the wicked, only to find that the wicked are already gone or worse, that we are set alight ourselves." He'll pause a moment to punctuate his words in silence, then turn to make his way up the stairs to his room.
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Taking a moment to rest in his room, Elohim reaches over and rustles Rishi's feathers, he is however interrupted by a slightly heavier friar, dark skinned with dark hair and a beard, enter his room. He is about to object, but then recognizes Lhulan's grey-blue eyes and the boyish face. "well done, well done. You are off then? Good, although, I would roughen up your features a bit, your boyish face contrasts such a bold and dark skinned man." Objecting little to his Seneschal's course of action, Elohim waves him on with his duties. Drawing out some incense and powder of flametouched iron, he lights them and meditates, a single question present in his mind, what is the best course of action to approach Father Cilain in our mission?
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Judge Dathen
While Dathen did not fully agree with the Pious' thoughts, the decision had been made, and it was clear that Judge Elohim would not be altering his thoughts.
~However, he only worried that Elohim would discover that there were many who had come after him. So I shall keep my numbers at one...~
Walking into his room, Dathen was pleased to see that the staff had placed the items he requested neatly on the desk that was in the room. Unfastening his cloak as he walked, Dathen placed it across the bed and reached for his mask. Stopping before he removed it, Dathen made a sweeping gesture with his hand and invoked the Flame to dispel anything shrouded in invisibility. Once he saw their were no hidden threats to him, Dathen removed his mask and set it atop his cloak.
Staring at his face in the mirror for a moment, Dathen could not tell where one scar ended and another began, and it was only through the grace of the Flame that he still had the use of both his eyes. His nose and lips were little more than scarred lumps themselves, but he had long since ceased to wonder if the Flame would ever restore him to how he once was.
~The Flame has made me strong and has stripped vanity from my soul. All praise to the Flame...~
Walking over to the empty pitcher and bowl, Dathen placed his hands on each item and said a simple prayer. When he removed his hands and opened his eyes, he saw a thick gray gruel in his bowl and a pitcher full of fresh water.
~The Flame feeds my body as well as my soul. All praise to the Flame...~
Spooning up the gruel, Dathen felt his anger leaving him and new that he could not afford to be weak when the Flame needed him the most.
~I shall let Elohim lead as he sees fit, but when the time comes for the Flame to strike down those who would seek to weaken it, I shall be ready...~
While Dathen did not fully agree with the Pious' thoughts, the decision had been made, and it was clear that Judge Elohim would not be altering his thoughts.
~However, he only worried that Elohim would discover that there were many who had come after him. So I shall keep my numbers at one...~
Walking into his room, Dathen was pleased to see that the staff had placed the items he requested neatly on the desk that was in the room. Unfastening his cloak as he walked, Dathen placed it across the bed and reached for his mask. Stopping before he removed it, Dathen made a sweeping gesture with his hand and invoked the Flame to dispel anything shrouded in invisibility. Once he saw their were no hidden threats to him, Dathen removed his mask and set it atop his cloak.
Staring at his face in the mirror for a moment, Dathen could not tell where one scar ended and another began, and it was only through the grace of the Flame that he still had the use of both his eyes. His nose and lips were little more than scarred lumps themselves, but he had long since ceased to wonder if the Flame would ever restore him to how he once was.
~The Flame has made me strong and has stripped vanity from my soul. All praise to the Flame...~
Walking over to the empty pitcher and bowl, Dathen placed his hands on each item and said a simple prayer. When he removed his hands and opened his eyes, he saw a thick gray gruel in his bowl and a pitcher full of fresh water.
~The Flame feeds my body as well as my soul. All praise to the Flame...~
Spooning up the gruel, Dathen felt his anger leaving him and new that he could not afford to be weak when the Flame needed him the most.
~I shall let Elohim lead as he sees fit, but when the time comes for the Flame to strike down those who would seek to weaken it, I shall be ready...~
Bobitron
Explorer
Ferrix said:
Elohim:
You feel a wave of understanding and insight wash over you, making your head spin. After years of performing this sacred rite, it still never fails to fill your heart with a feeling of gratitude towards the Flame and its Grace and depth of knowledge.
Concentrating on the images that begin to flow freely into your mind, you see a sight that is unmatched throughout the rest of Khorvaire; the inside of a cathedral of the Silver Flame. The Flamic architecture lifts the spirit of the faithful, carrying one's thoughts above the mundane aspects of day to day life. You can sense you are entering the cathedral through the front door, then entering a small room to the side of the pulpit. A set of stairs lead down into what you presume is the tomb below the church. Glancing to your side, you catch a glimpse of a spot of blood on the floor. Motioning to Lhulan, you point out the stain. Lhulan nods grimly and begins to search for the trail.
Your vision ends abruptly as you snap back to reality. The vision was not what you expected, not really showing the answer to your question. Regardless, it should prove useful.
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LogicsFate
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Ivan Kurgoth
Finding once again that he had nothing to add, Ivan waited out the remaining conversation in silence, and accepted the room key with a nod. Finding his way to his room, but feeling too restless to relax or meditate he ended up pacing for a while, while running past events through his head. Shortly thereafter exiting the room.
Given a little time he will make his way to the pious' room, and with a few quick raps on the door he will enter "Greetings my pious." Ivan blurts out in a practiced way "I do not wish to just sit and wait for Lhulan, so if you have no use for me and no objections, I will be going out for a walk and will return in two hours."
Finding once again that he had nothing to add, Ivan waited out the remaining conversation in silence, and accepted the room key with a nod. Finding his way to his room, but feeling too restless to relax or meditate he ended up pacing for a while, while running past events through his head. Shortly thereafter exiting the room.
Given a little time he will make his way to the pious' room, and with a few quick raps on the door he will enter "Greetings my pious." Ivan blurts out in a practiced way "I do not wish to just sit and wait for Lhulan, so if you have no use for me and no objections, I will be going out for a walk and will return in two hours."
LogicsFate said:
Interrupted in his meditations over his vision, Elohim looks to Ivan, "do as you wish, although stay clear of the Father and his church unless you are exceptionally inconspicuous. We do not need any of our wanderings to interfere with this investigation prematurely." He returns to his contemplation, the Cathedral of the Silver Flame, the tomb... blood staining the ground. Why is Lhulan there? So many questions.
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GreatLemur
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Lhulan Ceth
Back in his room, Lhulan adds a more substantial layer of mucilage to his face, pulling his smooth skin into a less subtle pattern of wrinkles. It's a good thing he checked with Elohim before leaving the inn. The Pious recognized his Seneschal far too easily. If father Cilain were to see the same man approach him disguised as an innocent and later revealed as a member of the Lodge, he might prove impossible to sway.
With a final application of a diluted sepia dye to bring the new wrinkles into sharper relief, Lhulan's new face is complete. I hope I didn't go overboard. I can't delay this any longer by checking with the Pious again...
He hurries out of the inn at last, avoiding the servants and guests alike. His back to the rising sun--already too high in the sky--the black-bearded priest makes his way through Sigilstar towards the Church of Infinite Mercy, asking directions where necessary with a distinct Brelish accent and an avuncular smile. He does not mention Father Cilain or his acolytes, but watches the crowds for anyone fitting their descriptions.
Along the way, he buys a voluminous canvas backpack appropriate to a traveler. He slips out of the crowds for a moment to tuck his leather satchel inside the new bag, and continues on his way.
Back in his room, Lhulan adds a more substantial layer of mucilage to his face, pulling his smooth skin into a less subtle pattern of wrinkles. It's a good thing he checked with Elohim before leaving the inn. The Pious recognized his Seneschal far too easily. If father Cilain were to see the same man approach him disguised as an innocent and later revealed as a member of the Lodge, he might prove impossible to sway.
With a final application of a diluted sepia dye to bring the new wrinkles into sharper relief, Lhulan's new face is complete. I hope I didn't go overboard. I can't delay this any longer by checking with the Pious again...
He hurries out of the inn at last, avoiding the servants and guests alike. His back to the rising sun--already too high in the sky--the black-bearded priest makes his way through Sigilstar towards the Church of Infinite Mercy, asking directions where necessary with a distinct Brelish accent and an avuncular smile. He does not mention Father Cilain or his acolytes, but watches the crowds for anyone fitting their descriptions.
Along the way, he buys a voluminous canvas backpack appropriate to a traveler. He slips out of the crowds for a moment to tuck his leather satchel inside the new bag, and continues on his way.
