In Suzail's Temple of Defenders {Open RP}

[lakhena]

{{ Actions done in game, recounted here for the record. Apologies if this should have been done with DM intervention. Anyone's free to reply. }}

The pale, dark-haired maiden moved with measured steps towards the priest standing quietly at the front of the pews, before the dais upon which he delivered his sermons. Her footsteps echoed with each step, an intrusion into this otherwise tranquil place. Behind her, Cecil quietly took a seat off to one side, allowing her some privacy with the priest.

Her words, though soft, were clear, carried by the great emptiness of the room, such that it mattered not how distant the holy knight behind her sat.

"I would petition you, for a moment if you will..." Oenemi held before her a polished pendant with the mark of Tyr, atop a folded letter and a fresh red rose. "I have here the effects of Sir Tellos of Sembia, which I wished sent to his wife. The knight was stalwart and true to the end, his thoughts for those he cared for, even with his dying breath. He desired that his wife should know of his passing, that she mourn not for his loss."

She paused a brief moment, lowering her eyes. How can any of us not mourn the loss of those we cherish, as much as we are reminded to remember them for the joys they brought?

Her voice holding only the slightest of tremors as she continued, "Here, I have rendered account of his passing and drawn his likeness in final repose. If you would be so kind, I would be grateful. And should she or you desire futher communication with me, leave message at the inn here for Oenemi Hawksong."

Oenemi bowed her head, leaving the effects with the priest, and turning quickly away, vague images of Sir Tellos' wife, weeping, sweeping through her mind. Silently Cecil rose, the clank of his metallic boots adding their sharp, ringing echo in step to hers.

"That was noble of you."

Oenemi shook her head, murmuring softly. "Twasn't noble, but a promise kept."

[The Flying Ve]

A figure in mottled green and brown tones walks into the temple, looks at the two shrines at either side,then marches straight to the one of Tyr. The silver bearded man places a large bag of coin into the tithe plate, the gauntlet on his left arm clicking audibly as he does so.

He does not incline his head, nor show any other sign of respect, simply states to the shrine in a calm, even tone:

For given aid and justice done by your servant Kain Phalanx.

Then turns on his heel and marches out, buying a red rose from the flower girl on his way. Heh, why not?

edit: 1k tithed already, no worries

[lakhena]

This time, the dark-haired elven maiden stepped into the temple with what seemed to be hesitation, followed by another dressed in more somber colors. Oenemi turned to her companion for a moment, her voice a soft, melodic murmur meant only for him, in elven, "Twould make me more at ease were we in a temple dedicated to the Seldarine or before their blessed."

With a slight air of resignation, however, she turns and makes her way to the nearest priest, her footsteps echoing upon the marble floor.  After catching the attention of a priest, the pale elf speaks quietly, "I would ask a moment of your time, if you can spare it.  An agent of undeath came before me and did something, I am unsure what but it felt..." her voice containing a tremor at the too recent memory, "invasive, through the whole of me.  I and my companion would feel more relieved if you could assure us that I haven't an ill taint lingering upon me from it.  While I haven't much coin, what I do have, I will gladly offer in donation for this service."

Oenemi inclines her head, offering a wordless prayer to Aerdrie that she remains unmarked by the Velsharoon agent.

[esther257]

A young human woman of no more than 20 summers enters the temple, he head lowered followed by a half elf woodsman. She is dressed in well polished full plate and her blond hair is covered by a hood. She makes her way to the shine to torm and sits praying for sometime before walking to the shine of tyr. If one could hear her or understand damarran they would note that she seems to revere both almost equally, praying for different things and giving thanks for different things at each shrine. As she walks back toward the entrance, a map in her hand, you would see her smile as the half elf gives her a rose. Her brilliant blue eyes shine with joy.