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Post by Deleted on Dec 27, 2016 8:55:57 GMT -5
After a month of being gone, Ragnhild is finally found within the Red Knight's temple. Temple aids fret and tend to many unwanted scars and a weather worn frame. All the while Ragnhild remains quiet with deep contemplation as she seeks deep rest for a time.
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Post by Always_a_hero on May 10, 2018 1:29:58 GMT -5
An armored man entered the temple of the Red Fellowship, his colors the same as those of the Lanceboard and the lady the temple is dedicated to. He walked fast to the prayer chamber, nearly stumbling onto his knees before the statue of the Knight, which laid Her and upon him. The man removed his helm, putting it down before the altar. "Lady of Red... Lady of Battle.
I come before you for insight... A request, perhaps, I am unworthy of.
My mind is blank... And I find myself unable to think and prepare, to see and understand, to listen and learn...
It is this emptiness, this void which leads to a weakness, to this lack of fortification... Which let things invade my being. Thoughts... Whispers... A voice in my shadow, hunting away the logic I once had, but bringing anew the values I now and always stood for.
Is this a sign...? Are those words from your divinity? I can only ask myself this question. And thus, I come back to you and ask to hear your voice... and see if it is yours truly. No matter the time it takes... Truth will be revealed." Apparently, the man stayed in prayers for a few hours, sometimes on both knees, sometimes on his knees and hands. To the priestess present, it would've seem more like signs of desperation, otherwise madness as the man lowered his voice to murmurs, a hand on the helmet he had put forth. Although no signs of success manifested, the armored figure eventually stood up and picked up his helm. He headed out with the same pace he came, his eyes shining like cold iron, with yet a determined expression.
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Post by Warlord on Jun 23, 2018 23:09:27 GMT -5
A pattern begins to form as the 3rd year settles in for a certain Strategist.
Furs ordered and specific mountaineer gear and needs get delivered to a nearby abandoned building that Ragnhild rents out for storing her less-magical needs.
"Do you think you will succumb to the seasonal anxieties again...depression...after your last stunt?" inquired Helga with a less than pleased tone.
Ragnhild ignored her for the most part as she carefully used a checksheet to document each item she needs until she finally responded.
"156 days till...and it won't be as bad as before. I am certain of this."
Helga sighed out and regarded her cousin with a concerned look before speaking, "I think Rona might be coming to Cormyr. She'll be such a unique addition."
"Unique would be the return of my father and sister," snapped Ragnhild as she didn't bother to look at Helga when she spoke and reviewed her purchase list.
Helga's arms crossed and kept silent for a long while as lips pursed, "We'll figure out this epic villainy ... you know we will ... What do you do out in the mountains anyway?"
Ragnhild paused her reading to gaze up and ahead, hearing the screams of the unforgiven orc squeals in her mind as a darker sense of calm for her.
"A lot of reconcile."
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Post by Warlord on Nov 26, 2018 13:32:14 GMT -5
"Seems I might not see Helga before I depart. Well...I'm not pleased by it, but we lead our lives as we must. 4 days to mark," Ragnhild spoke to Quake who sat nearby with their hands tending to the dark braided hair. Eyes were big with concern. Ragnhild was preparing final needs to not procrastinate.
"Do you think she is OK?"
"Certainly. Perhaps emotionally confused but she is our rock. She will be fine. It is concerning to not have any correspondence from them in such a long time but at worst case she'd have already Recalled back to Tempus' temple."
"I haven't been able to awaken my full Rage yet .. I keep letting my magic toys distract me!"
"Yes...you are an oddity even among battleblood. Perhaps in another life you were truly a great witch with a fat cat," Ragnhild managed to smile to herself.
"What do you do up in those mountains?"
"I do what I must to maintain my central balance and calm."
"You battle alone?"
"Sometimes..."
Quake didn't like what she was hearing as it were, but resigned to just sigh. Ragnhild calmly spoke on.
"Be sure to visit my father and sister at least once for me while I am gone. I am likely to not come back early this year as I once thought. In fact it could take an extra 3 days or so as I'm taking a more difficult route."
"Do you think this'll feel the same as other trips?"
Ragnhild shook her head knowingly already. "No. I will spend most of my time dwelling on my family, and my friends. Especially the ones hurt the most by my actions last year. Past trips were more...aggressive...but...who knows?"
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Post by Warlord on Dec 30, 2018 11:26:59 GMT -5
Ragnhild rejoins civilization after being gone for so long, found resting within the Red Knight's temple for meditations and rest. Her usual silence and intense demeanor displaces her away from many other companions as she broods.
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