I shall not forget....but I cannot let this dark worm to keep eating at me...I have to let go...and make amends...for my own sanity.
Justice he said. I still believe in that but...life has to go on and I refuse to let the darkness take its hold upon me forever. The truth is, Marius wins unless I let go...and I cannot allow that.
How he ever thought a stint at gardening in the Asylum would permanently help that anger problem of his I do not know...yet once more I heard foul insult against me in the crowd, this time he was with me. He focused his blade on the perpetrator and I cannot blame his reaction and rise yet I would wish not the trouble it can cause....I should never wish him to have to face the so-called justice of Sigil again.
My path is clearer to me now.....whether he follows the same is his choice, I will support him as he will me.
I am weaker for my choices but this will allow me....the insights I need to be true and make my peace with him....priestess I shall learn to become until...if, in his light and glory, he finds me worthy of favour once more.
On this..I am decided. This is still my destiny.
"Where Angels Dare"
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A surprise...I like surprises...and he knew just what to give me, troubling though some of the contents of those sensory stones will be to review. Fourteen experiences, new ones....I'd far rather take new ones from an acquaintance than to mess around in the musty vaults of the Society hunting for anything of the like...of the changes he was experiencing.
My dear friend Talek...he is no less the warrior for being fearful of these changes and he was sight for sore eyes and after his stint in captivity, decades no less he said on another plane, I suspect my visage was a welcome one also to him. Friends are precious. I hope to be there to support him during this phase he is experiencing...and I feel a little guilty also that the sensate in me....wishes to follow it all as he goes though it....shame that in so experiencing the nightmares, one cannot take some of the burden away for a friend.
My dear friend Talek...he is no less the warrior for being fearful of these changes and he was sight for sore eyes and after his stint in captivity, decades no less he said on another plane, I suspect my visage was a welcome one also to him. Friends are precious. I hope to be there to support him during this phase he is experiencing...and I feel a little guilty also that the sensate in me....wishes to follow it all as he goes though it....shame that in so experiencing the nightmares, one cannot take some of the burden away for a friend.
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''Wheeeeeeeeeeeee......another one bites the pink pixie dust!''
Piri cheered and snickered as she fluttered away from her negotiations with the elven tiefling, a pretty fey'ri. The potion would work in an hour or so, rendering her hood and cloak bright pink that would last a week or so. A fair trade for ten weak water essences of which she had plenty. Piri was making tiny snorts of laughter as she darted away from the workbenches of the bazaar, her campaign of colouration upon Sigil's bashers was pleasing her no end.
Piri cheered and snickered as she fluttered away from her negotiations with the elven tiefling, a pretty fey'ri. The potion would work in an hour or so, rendering her hood and cloak bright pink that would last a week or so. A fair trade for ten weak water essences of which she had plenty. Piri was making tiny snorts of laughter as she darted away from the workbenches of the bazaar, her campaign of colouration upon Sigil's bashers was pleasing her no end.
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I saw that entry to his journal as I cleared the crumpled ale tankard but this was after we'd had our 'talk'. I hope he is more at ease again now. Sigil doesn't stay still, people come and go but some things remain true...they just need to be respoken and reaffirmed.
A good man once told me to follow my heart...I could only advise him the same. There will no doubt be more challenges but I told him what I needed of him....that I still need him, perhaps now more than ever, weaker as I am after the ritual of cleansing and renewal...to remain above the spiraling darkness of the pit I dragged myself out of....and now...I lend him my hand to do the same.
He....and I...need to face up to the two other powerful forces in my life....and perhaps a meeting with Barratiel first to pave the way for reconciliation with Sorath is in order. I told him...that my father is himself not perfect...why do people think celestials are whiter than white?...and even if Kelth no longer has faith in Pelor....I believe my father would not think less of him...provided his heart was in the right place and Kelth is still my choice.
I believe in him...he needs to believe in himself and make first steps out of the mire of Marius' evil shyte. I offer him a similar cleansing ritual to purge his soul and spirit and bring him clearer to the truth again.
And I told him one more thing...
...that Azrielle still lives and will fly alongside of Nemesis should the need arise
I am novice priestess of Pelor, daughter to a solar general in Pelor's army, namer of the Sensates, but I am first and foremost...Naya'il, wife of Kelth.
I closed his journal after writing one line beneath his last words Be true to your core, my heart...my lion...my love, Naya
A good man once told me to follow my heart...I could only advise him the same. There will no doubt be more challenges but I told him what I needed of him....that I still need him, perhaps now more than ever, weaker as I am after the ritual of cleansing and renewal...to remain above the spiraling darkness of the pit I dragged myself out of....and now...I lend him my hand to do the same.
He....and I...need to face up to the two other powerful forces in my life....and perhaps a meeting with Barratiel first to pave the way for reconciliation with Sorath is in order. I told him...that my father is himself not perfect...why do people think celestials are whiter than white?...and even if Kelth no longer has faith in Pelor....I believe my father would not think less of him...provided his heart was in the right place and Kelth is still my choice.
I believe in him...he needs to believe in himself and make first steps out of the mire of Marius' evil shyte. I offer him a similar cleansing ritual to purge his soul and spirit and bring him clearer to the truth again.
And I told him one more thing...
...that Azrielle still lives and will fly alongside of Nemesis should the need arise
I am novice priestess of Pelor, daughter to a solar general in Pelor's army, namer of the Sensates, but I am first and foremost...Naya'il, wife of Kelth.
I closed his journal after writing one line beneath his last words Be true to your core, my heart...my lion...my love, Naya
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Naya had managed to drum up a fair few interested people by standing in the market area promoting the 'Sensate Spectacle' of an evening of illusions and truths, phantasms to be precise...not that she knew what they were and led the small gathering towards the Civic Festhall where upon, through the event, others filtered in and the crowd gained in size.
She later realised that it wasn't so much of a Spectacle as a personal and individual experience that the gnome Faer also know as Gem offered. One or two were disappointed, Naya apologised for the misunderstanding, not a falsehood per se but a lack of knowledge herself on what the gnome had planned.
Still, the social aspect of the evening while the gnome performed her illusory magic upon volunteers went very well. Lehtecca offered free drinks of choice to the curious, some buns, pastries and pickles were offered as snacks and the tab was, for the most part, to be picked up by the Society. The Academy of Majika owner, lady Vara Jorina offered to cover the bar bill in the event of it exceeding the agreed sum that Naya had arranged. And with one dwarf present, name of Rorin, who was less interested in the exotic, consuming more than the share of the others present of his chosen stoutish wind-inducing ale, Naya was thankful for that offer.
Naya'il tried to ask each volunteer afgterwards of their experience, wondering what they had sensed and felt throughout but it was hard to fully appreciate it in the hubbub of the gathering as well as to enjoy some of the social aspects herself of meeting a few of Sigil's finest, some new and known faces, keeping the snacks circulating and ensuring those on the periphery and looking solitary were drawn back into the gathering again....not to mention trying to avoid some of the rather closer-than-desired attentions of Miss Sixthfinger at one point and also trying to soothe fractured feelings between Drakos and Kara.
Naya'il congratulated Miss Faer'Chik on her stalwart performance, requesting only that the girl show her a personal phantasm illusion or truth sometime after the event to satisfy her own curiosity.
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A few things came out of the social part of the Sensate event in the Spice Rack that I must make mental note of.
Firstly, I agreed to have a little talk with Asheea at some later date, what about, I know not yet.
Secondly, the girl Vinn, hadn't seen a raspberry in a while and it might be nice to show her some baking techniques as she said she was sorely poor at it.
Thirdly, it is easier to brave the stink of a drinking dwarf passing wind from strong drink than to remain in proximity of one of Miss Sixthfinger's ilk for length of time.
Fourthly, Miss Sixthfinger had some shipment of a fine soft fur that interested Vara, Asheea and myself. I asked to purchase some, a small piece for intimate wear ignoring her offer to give it me free if I allowed her to fit it upon myself. The temptation to have some of this material was too much but I will pay the asking price. However, further suggestive and close attentions of the lady were suitably avoided. She talked of discussing massage oils with Kelth and I must arrange for a namer or two to make a regular rota of inspection of the sensory stones placed about her....dancing bar.
Fifthly, I obtained promise from the tired Faer to allow me the experience sometime of one of these phantasms.
A few late arrivals proved interesting and both annoying at the same time. The halfling in his usual high spirits and a harmonium, Purity attempting to keep the peace. A polite man in golden plate like myself I only barely started to make introduction with before it was time for me to leave.
She later realised that it wasn't so much of a Spectacle as a personal and individual experience that the gnome Faer also know as Gem offered. One or two were disappointed, Naya apologised for the misunderstanding, not a falsehood per se but a lack of knowledge herself on what the gnome had planned.
Still, the social aspect of the evening while the gnome performed her illusory magic upon volunteers went very well. Lehtecca offered free drinks of choice to the curious, some buns, pastries and pickles were offered as snacks and the tab was, for the most part, to be picked up by the Society. The Academy of Majika owner, lady Vara Jorina offered to cover the bar bill in the event of it exceeding the agreed sum that Naya had arranged. And with one dwarf present, name of Rorin, who was less interested in the exotic, consuming more than the share of the others present of his chosen stoutish wind-inducing ale, Naya was thankful for that offer.
Naya'il tried to ask each volunteer afgterwards of their experience, wondering what they had sensed and felt throughout but it was hard to fully appreciate it in the hubbub of the gathering as well as to enjoy some of the social aspects herself of meeting a few of Sigil's finest, some new and known faces, keeping the snacks circulating and ensuring those on the periphery and looking solitary were drawn back into the gathering again....not to mention trying to avoid some of the rather closer-than-desired attentions of Miss Sixthfinger at one point and also trying to soothe fractured feelings between Drakos and Kara.
Naya'il congratulated Miss Faer'Chik on her stalwart performance, requesting only that the girl show her a personal phantasm illusion or truth sometime after the event to satisfy her own curiosity.
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A few things came out of the social part of the Sensate event in the Spice Rack that I must make mental note of.
Firstly, I agreed to have a little talk with Asheea at some later date, what about, I know not yet.
Secondly, the girl Vinn, hadn't seen a raspberry in a while and it might be nice to show her some baking techniques as she said she was sorely poor at it.
Thirdly, it is easier to brave the stink of a drinking dwarf passing wind from strong drink than to remain in proximity of one of Miss Sixthfinger's ilk for length of time.
Fourthly, Miss Sixthfinger had some shipment of a fine soft fur that interested Vara, Asheea and myself. I asked to purchase some, a small piece for intimate wear ignoring her offer to give it me free if I allowed her to fit it upon myself. The temptation to have some of this material was too much but I will pay the asking price. However, further suggestive and close attentions of the lady were suitably avoided. She talked of discussing massage oils with Kelth and I must arrange for a namer or two to make a regular rota of inspection of the sensory stones placed about her....dancing bar.
Fifthly, I obtained promise from the tired Faer to allow me the experience sometime of one of these phantasms.
A few late arrivals proved interesting and both annoying at the same time. The halfling in his usual high spirits and a harmonium, Purity attempting to keep the peace. A polite man in golden plate like myself I only barely started to make introduction with before it was time for me to leave.
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And so I begin again. A typical day now entails a little study and a few prayers, a visit or meeting to the Society on occasion and a wander of the bazaar and a little discussion with a few merchants. But, I also wander old paths and planes I once used to visit, usually alone to see them both through old and new eyes... but open, always open now....as too are my wings and heart.
And so it was as I trapsed the overgrown forest path I thought I knew that another chanced upon me...at first glance he seemed...wild..as wild as the great snakes, treant and dryaad to that plane, as wild as the wolf by his side....feral...my first thought as I noted a few baser actions and his limited speech, keeping close watch and grip to scythe. He seemed to know the forest better than I, it had been a long time indeed and much had changed since I was last in those parts so cautiously, we travelled together.
...and I felt...useful again, doing what I used to know, simply but effectively...helping where needed, healing torn flesh and using prayer to protect and mend in exchange for a guide and assistance in that treacherous and dangerous plane. Allowing a careful touch I helped to bring him back to consciousness when he fell after a massive thump to the head from a treant branch.
I cannot help those with complicated afflictions it seems....call upon miracle to save a life, identify, diagnose and aid the strange and dark aspects that can occur in Sigil to anyone, anytime for the slightest wrong step...but...I can do this, by the grace and favour of Pelor, I can do this at least...and I am needed again...
Shining Father, may I be worthy of your trust again...thank you for giving me the power of healing and protection in this simple form, thank you for showing me the path of light again, that I may do your will...
He spoke words of being bound now and of a matter of honour....not sure entirely what he meant, the travelling arrangements were mutually beneficial and with his help once more, we found the path out of the forest again leaving trail of giant snakes behind. We spoke a little more, his difficulty at speech was evident as if he hadn't spoken common in a while, but I learnt something of a personal tradegy that had brought him this far in the plane and once again, I wished I had the power to remove and heal burdens of the soul. I offered kindly smile and just listened a while...then I gave to him a set of boots, his own looked threadbare as if he had travelled a long way through rough terrain.
That was mutual too, for those boots would improve his ability to avoid thwack to the head and strengthen his health and resilience so that fewer of mine or any others prayers to heal would be needed in future. Much as I liked to feel useful again...that seemed the right thing to do. I'd likely as not see him and his companion again anyway and those boots had been stuck in my pack now for a year or so. As I left the forest, a blindman approached the path to enter and I wondered if by my showing good turn and helping him, the wildman and his wolf would do good turn to that other traveller too now and guide him through. I hoped so.
And so it was as I trapsed the overgrown forest path I thought I knew that another chanced upon me...at first glance he seemed...wild..as wild as the great snakes, treant and dryaad to that plane, as wild as the wolf by his side....feral...my first thought as I noted a few baser actions and his limited speech, keeping close watch and grip to scythe. He seemed to know the forest better than I, it had been a long time indeed and much had changed since I was last in those parts so cautiously, we travelled together.
...and I felt...useful again, doing what I used to know, simply but effectively...helping where needed, healing torn flesh and using prayer to protect and mend in exchange for a guide and assistance in that treacherous and dangerous plane. Allowing a careful touch I helped to bring him back to consciousness when he fell after a massive thump to the head from a treant branch.
I cannot help those with complicated afflictions it seems....call upon miracle to save a life, identify, diagnose and aid the strange and dark aspects that can occur in Sigil to anyone, anytime for the slightest wrong step...but...I can do this, by the grace and favour of Pelor, I can do this at least...and I am needed again...
Shining Father, may I be worthy of your trust again...thank you for giving me the power of healing and protection in this simple form, thank you for showing me the path of light again, that I may do your will...
He spoke words of being bound now and of a matter of honour....not sure entirely what he meant, the travelling arrangements were mutually beneficial and with his help once more, we found the path out of the forest again leaving trail of giant snakes behind. We spoke a little more, his difficulty at speech was evident as if he hadn't spoken common in a while, but I learnt something of a personal tradegy that had brought him this far in the plane and once again, I wished I had the power to remove and heal burdens of the soul. I offered kindly smile and just listened a while...then I gave to him a set of boots, his own looked threadbare as if he had travelled a long way through rough terrain.
That was mutual too, for those boots would improve his ability to avoid thwack to the head and strengthen his health and resilience so that fewer of mine or any others prayers to heal would be needed in future. Much as I liked to feel useful again...that seemed the right thing to do. I'd likely as not see him and his companion again anyway and those boots had been stuck in my pack now for a year or so. As I left the forest, a blindman approached the path to enter and I wondered if by my showing good turn and helping him, the wildman and his wolf would do good turn to that other traveller too now and guide him through. I hoped so.
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"Thank for heeding my cry for help...despite everything"
"Foolish child"
The planetar general looked down upon the golden hair of the half celestial with benevolent smile
"I am still your guardian when you have need of me...Sorath, your father would not have it any other way, where -he- or others fail to protect you...I shall be there at your call"
The quiet words were spoken between them in the cavern, brief yet full of meaning and emotion. Naya'il turned to the fallen companion, knelt by his side and with her soothing gentle touch brought his life essence back to him, resurrected him. She nodded to the huge figure standing over her and then she bade him go before the man came to fully. She did not need his question or concern upon the celestials appearance, they just had to get out of there alive.
Corpses of numerous infernal devils were strewn about them, bearing gash and slice of sword and scythe where Barratiel had fought alongside Naya'il, both wielding righteous fury of the sun god against the darkness of the hoard.
"Foolish child"
The planetar general looked down upon the golden hair of the half celestial with benevolent smile
"I am still your guardian when you have need of me...Sorath, your father would not have it any other way, where -he- or others fail to protect you...I shall be there at your call"
The quiet words were spoken between them in the cavern, brief yet full of meaning and emotion. Naya'il turned to the fallen companion, knelt by his side and with her soothing gentle touch brought his life essence back to him, resurrected him. She nodded to the huge figure standing over her and then she bade him go before the man came to fully. She did not need his question or concern upon the celestials appearance, they just had to get out of there alive.
Corpses of numerous infernal devils were strewn about them, bearing gash and slice of sword and scythe where Barratiel had fought alongside Naya'il, both wielding righteous fury of the sun god against the darkness of the hoard.
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"Well tickle me with a feather!"
The pixie saw familiar yellowy-green face and boney bottom standing at the bar and flitted up to the wall to greet the yellow-skinned githzerai with a broad cheeky grin on her small face, reaching from ear to pointy ear.
"Hey Boss!"
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The two pixies were sitting in their usual spot, amidst the 'cushies', second floor of the Inn.
"Tixie...I ain seen him in loooong time...that po-faced gith...zerai gotta 'memmer to put that in for them's that dunno cos...he kin get antsy if ye call him a yanki."
"He dun do much 'nchantin' anymore, tole him nor me much....though I bin researchin' a bit on them staffs and staves"
"Took me on a 'venture he did...tole him that folks bin sayin the blood wars got a few big uns on their side now, right powerful so he was all keen to see how things faired...test them wee axes o' his."
"We was joined by 'nother wizzie fella good with a sword an' a wee spell or two so I din have to do much just dance around in and out and between dodgin' an' firin' off a bolt or two, wiggle me fingers and shoot a missile here 'n there. Plenty of time to natter on and catch up..uh huh."
"Wizzie fella didn' have quite the right hair but his smile was bright and pleasin'...an' ye can grow hair an colour it right Tix?..just might have to slip that one a potion."
The pixie snickered "...was.quite a contrast from the po-gith mister Karath'rok's grimacin' attempt at a grin. He ain ever gonna 'pull' unless he tries harder ye know...mind..them hell-fire Erinyesyesyes ladies seemed to take fancy...heh...had him lyin' on the floor quick enuff.....flip, swoosh....there he was...then the both of em flat on their backs afore them ladies with the bumps..an that big beastie stompin around...."
"....eh? wassat Tix? Did I 'ang around?..Not on your nellie...was gonna scoot 'n skiddaddle me wee bum out of there then I thought...if I do that...Mister Karath won let me play again with him again an' I aint gonna get a date from th'wizzie fella."
"An' thas why I still stink o' trollie....uh huh...pouff! snap o me fingers an' I changed to a big size to haul their sorry bottoms out o' there...all sneaky like...wasn' gonna face them nasties on me own was I? "
"Oh..an I picked up two more bodies on the way...some blond elfie fella in a funny wee hotpants set in green....kinda cute that one...tho' would be better in pink....an' some other wee fella he was out rompin' with...he prolly got a sore head as I had to grab and drag them two by th'ankles what with the wizzie and me boss under each trollie arm...I must have bumped mister hotpants head a fair bit o'er a few rocks on the way out. Still...got em out didn I?"
She rubbed her tiny hands together and made a sly grin.
"...they gonna owe me big time now."
She giggled, thinking of the fun ahead for pay-back time.
The pixie saw familiar yellowy-green face and boney bottom standing at the bar and flitted up to the wall to greet the yellow-skinned githzerai with a broad cheeky grin on her small face, reaching from ear to pointy ear.
"Hey Boss!"
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The two pixies were sitting in their usual spot, amidst the 'cushies', second floor of the Inn.
"Tixie...I ain seen him in loooong time...that po-faced gith...zerai gotta 'memmer to put that in for them's that dunno cos...he kin get antsy if ye call him a yanki."
"He dun do much 'nchantin' anymore, tole him nor me much....though I bin researchin' a bit on them staffs and staves"
"Took me on a 'venture he did...tole him that folks bin sayin the blood wars got a few big uns on their side now, right powerful so he was all keen to see how things faired...test them wee axes o' his."
"We was joined by 'nother wizzie fella good with a sword an' a wee spell or two so I din have to do much just dance around in and out and between dodgin' an' firin' off a bolt or two, wiggle me fingers and shoot a missile here 'n there. Plenty of time to natter on and catch up..uh huh."
"Wizzie fella didn' have quite the right hair but his smile was bright and pleasin'...an' ye can grow hair an colour it right Tix?..just might have to slip that one a potion."
The pixie snickered "...was.quite a contrast from the po-gith mister Karath'rok's grimacin' attempt at a grin. He ain ever gonna 'pull' unless he tries harder ye know...mind..them hell-fire Erinyesyesyes ladies seemed to take fancy...heh...had him lyin' on the floor quick enuff.....flip, swoosh....there he was...then the both of em flat on their backs afore them ladies with the bumps..an that big beastie stompin around...."
"....eh? wassat Tix? Did I 'ang around?..Not on your nellie...was gonna scoot 'n skiddaddle me wee bum out of there then I thought...if I do that...Mister Karath won let me play again with him again an' I aint gonna get a date from th'wizzie fella."
"An' thas why I still stink o' trollie....uh huh...pouff! snap o me fingers an' I changed to a big size to haul their sorry bottoms out o' there...all sneaky like...wasn' gonna face them nasties on me own was I? "
"Oh..an I picked up two more bodies on the way...some blond elfie fella in a funny wee hotpants set in green....kinda cute that one...tho' would be better in pink....an' some other wee fella he was out rompin' with...he prolly got a sore head as I had to grab and drag them two by th'ankles what with the wizzie and me boss under each trollie arm...I must have bumped mister hotpants head a fair bit o'er a few rocks on the way out. Still...got em out didn I?"
She rubbed her tiny hands together and made a sly grin.
"...they gonna owe me big time now."
She giggled, thinking of the fun ahead for pay-back time.
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"..t'is time fer sunshine tae be in oour life again, love"
Around his scallywag teasing to me and my own levity there remained an undertone of seriousness between us and a few thoughtful moments as we sat supping wine by the fire and finally taking time just to relax. We made toast to a future of new life and sunshine and finally let all the hurt and dark moments of the year before be set behind us.
We made our choices back then for what we thought was right at the time. I can live with that though I work now hard in my studies as priestess to make amends.
"I am not one for quitting. We fall and rise up again, stronger than before...innocence perhaps lost a bit but with eyes firmly open now"
The symbolism of the ritual of cleansing would enable him also to rise up again.
"Kelth McEwan, are you ready to accept the light of Pelor, the Sun God into your heart again, to follow his guidance and fight against the evils that would harm innocents"
"I am ready...tae long 'ave I been astray...I long fer 'ome...."
"Blessed be the light of 'his' faith, have conviction in your belief, shield those in need from harm and may his favour be granted to you"
I was glad to be doing this. My first ceremony as priestess of Pelor, newly ordained after some months of hard study, the cloying smell of incense and musty tomes, the drone of boring sermons with the other clergy and lay-priests, preparing me for this moment. It was a private ceremony, no altar used, but I brought his bless-ed light forth into a palmful of the warm water and trickled it over those dark braids of his.
And so Kelth was brought back into the loving and merciful embrace of the Shining Father Pelor.
"Welcome back into his sunshine my love" I chuckled softly as the divine aura's flowed around and about us both.
Around his scallywag teasing to me and my own levity there remained an undertone of seriousness between us and a few thoughtful moments as we sat supping wine by the fire and finally taking time just to relax. We made toast to a future of new life and sunshine and finally let all the hurt and dark moments of the year before be set behind us.
We made our choices back then for what we thought was right at the time. I can live with that though I work now hard in my studies as priestess to make amends.
"I am not one for quitting. We fall and rise up again, stronger than before...innocence perhaps lost a bit but with eyes firmly open now"
The symbolism of the ritual of cleansing would enable him also to rise up again.
"Kelth McEwan, are you ready to accept the light of Pelor, the Sun God into your heart again, to follow his guidance and fight against the evils that would harm innocents"
"I am ready...tae long 'ave I been astray...I long fer 'ome...."
"Blessed be the light of 'his' faith, have conviction in your belief, shield those in need from harm and may his favour be granted to you"
I was glad to be doing this. My first ceremony as priestess of Pelor, newly ordained after some months of hard study, the cloying smell of incense and musty tomes, the drone of boring sermons with the other clergy and lay-priests, preparing me for this moment. It was a private ceremony, no altar used, but I brought his bless-ed light forth into a palmful of the warm water and trickled it over those dark braids of his.
And so Kelth was brought back into the loving and merciful embrace of the Shining Father Pelor.
"Welcome back into his sunshine my love" I chuckled softly as the divine aura's flowed around and about us both.
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Apparently, I am perceived by one flirtatious male named Ten as 'cute'. This term applied made me cringe inside and so did my utmost that by the end of the day's journey and battles it would be removed from the man's tongue and replaced quite firmly with my true name. And how did I attempt to achieve this? By regular promotion of true name at each instance, insistence and solid support in my prayer and devotion to keeping the small group we became, fighting in the paramental plane of earth, alive, shielded and healed, so that he would see me less of 'angelic object' and more positive aspect of light and deliverance...a positive and integral part of the small fighting force we became to encounter the curious foe deep within the earth workings and mines.
I worked in tandem with the quieter and more abrupt harmonium guard, Notary Roland, who remained 'on duty' despite being outside of his jurisdiction, to ensure the foursome remained in good health. Curt though he was in conversation I did note his abilities to heal and support the group. Admirable, though he could do with better bedside manners. I presume the harmonium do not teach such communication skills and other personal 'tactics' within their training...however his healing ability will see him in good stead should he have to 'knock out' criminals in the streets who try to avert arrest. He can easily revive them to face charges.
The fourth in our small group and adventure was a young druid girl, Levaria, wearing very little in the way of armour, having turned from boar to her normal form before my very eyes. She was the weaker of our troup and I commanded her to keep close to my side so that my protective wardings and shield, scythe and wing could ensure her safety from the Dao and dwarf hounding us, she did well with her bow and arrow to assist despite being the weaker warrior. My intention also was to keep her at distance from Ten and his approaches and firmly under my protection while we travelled together. She seemed so innocent and unknowing and his continual use of the word 'cute' and tendancies in conversation to and with her reminded me of a situation in my past and had me concerned.
Pelor provided well for me and our battle group and we exited the plane with few lasting or dangerous wounds yet a hard and exciting battle it had been. I place the memory of the battle experience to sensory stone now for my own pleasure and future recall.
I worked in tandem with the quieter and more abrupt harmonium guard, Notary Roland, who remained 'on duty' despite being outside of his jurisdiction, to ensure the foursome remained in good health. Curt though he was in conversation I did note his abilities to heal and support the group. Admirable, though he could do with better bedside manners. I presume the harmonium do not teach such communication skills and other personal 'tactics' within their training...however his healing ability will see him in good stead should he have to 'knock out' criminals in the streets who try to avert arrest. He can easily revive them to face charges.
The fourth in our small group and adventure was a young druid girl, Levaria, wearing very little in the way of armour, having turned from boar to her normal form before my very eyes. She was the weaker of our troup and I commanded her to keep close to my side so that my protective wardings and shield, scythe and wing could ensure her safety from the Dao and dwarf hounding us, she did well with her bow and arrow to assist despite being the weaker warrior. My intention also was to keep her at distance from Ten and his approaches and firmly under my protection while we travelled together. She seemed so innocent and unknowing and his continual use of the word 'cute' and tendancies in conversation to and with her reminded me of a situation in my past and had me concerned.
Pelor provided well for me and our battle group and we exited the plane with few lasting or dangerous wounds yet a hard and exciting battle it had been. I place the memory of the battle experience to sensory stone now for my own pleasure and future recall.