[Vile] Maiden of Pain's Redemption

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

*Orshallan still seems stunned by the prospect of a son, and it takes several minutes before he gets his wits back.*

"We could try to lose ourselves in Albon, many people go there for that purpose. Or we could try one of the dwarfholds or elfwoods where devotees of the pain maiden are almost nil. Perhaps we could go on a sea voyage, or live for a while amongst the aquatic peoples of the Sea of Song. Or we could try to set up a simple life as husband and wife, perhaps as merchants, or even stranger, mercenaries..." Orshallan seems to be thinking out loud.

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

Loviana: Half-Nymph/Female (Unfettered/Bondblade)

Loviana tries not to smile at some of the more outrageous ideas that Orshallan suggest, “Mercenaries? You, the high righteous, would become a simple mercenary?”

Finally her smile breaks free as she offers a small wink, “You know I’m tempted by that… but would you really let your unborn child be placed in harms way like that?”

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

"I would not let harm come to you or our child. But I would also not try to constrain you and protect you like a mother goose. You have been an indenpendent woman for most of your life, and I fear you might resent it if I were to wrap you in swaths of protection," Orshallan says, a hint of a smile on his lips but worry in his eyes. "As for being mercenaries... well, there is no dishonor in selling one's sword, provided you know for whom and for what you will be fighting for. Though I was much a political creature, my faith is a militant one, and much good can be done with steel as not."

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

Loviana: Half-Nymph/Female (Unfettered/Bondblade)

Loviana’s eyes flair slightly in amusement, “Fiercely independent, but that doesn’t mean that I do not want your protection… It’s just a matter of presentation.”

Loviana purposely lets the subject drop as she changes topics, “Spoken like a true mercenary I see… I’m still not sure if becoming mercenaries is such a good idea…” Her words take on a displeased tone as she continues, “I’ll be fat soon enough, and obviously very pregnant. I just don’t see anyone hiring a pregnant mercenary no matter what her skills are.”

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

"I can't see you as fat Loviana, ever," Orshallan says with a smile. "But you're right about people not wanting to hire a pregnant mercenary. Well then... merchants? Traveling evangelists? A simple husband and wife on a difficult cross-country honeymoon?" Orshallan says. Apparently a spirit of deviltry has infected the former High Righteousness, as he says some of his suggestions with more than a hint of mirth.

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

Loviana: Half-Nymph/Female (Unfettered/Bondblade)

Loviana perks up at the mention of a honeymoon, “A honeymoon huh? Now that’s an interesting idea but your not going to get off easy, if you plan on getting me on a honeymoon is going to require a ring and a ceremony…”

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

"A ring I will get you, as for a ceremony, that we shall have to find another priest for. I think in Albon we shall be able to find everything we need. Will that suit my lady?" Orshallan asks gallantly.

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

Loviana: Half-Nymph/Female (Unfettered/Bondblade)

An obviously pleased Loviana smiles at Orshallan’s gallantry before replying, “Yes, but only if you come and hold me at this moment.”

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

"Of course love," Orshallan says with a loving smile, folding her into into his arms.

*The two press southward and eastward towards Albon, the days becoming slightly warmer as they travel. Apparently your impression of wealth is enough to deter the bandits that haunt the smaller trails, but you are not so isolated that wild beasts and monsters are as much of a threat. It takes you some weeks, but you finally arrive in Albon.*

*Albon is a white, gleaming city, with white walls covered with crushed oyster shells, the streets paved with the same. On the shores of the Sea of Song, the faint scent of salt fills the air, and hits of spice and greenery waft on the breeze. It is the second-largest city in Low'verok, and the enter of trade for the entire country. Orshallan buys the services of a guide to find an excellent inn called the Sun and Moon, obviously one of the best in Albon, and gets both himself and Loviana situated before asking her a question.*

"I must ask you, which faith do you desire to bless our marriage? Sune, the goddess of love, may be an obvious choice, but there is also Eldath, the goddess of peace, Chauntea, the goddess of fertility, or Liira the goddess of joy. The choice is yours," Orshallan asks. The faith in which a marriage is blessed is said to imbue a marriage with a portion of that god or goddess' favor, so it is not an idle question.

 

[Brother Shatterstone]

Loviana: Half-Nymph/Female (Unfettered/Bondblade)

Loviana had absently been admiring their new room, it wasn’t the best she had ever been in but it was up there. With a small loving smile Loviana turns towards Orshallan and a slender hand upon her womb, “I think the Great Mother has already made her presence felt and without Sune we surely wouldn’t be here… I think the honor should go to Sune, and yourself? How do you feel?”