- 5'4", 135lbs. - Pale skinned, silvery white hair, dark brown eyes. - Features are predominantly Damaran. - Has a faint hint of Mulan decent, most notable by shape of eyes. - Paints her plush lips a blood red. - Confident in stature yet gentle in speech. - Continually carries herself with a calm demeanor. - Delicate, often baring many dark bruises. - Red ribbons wrapped around her wrists.
Spoken in the square of Greatgaunt for all to hear
Ayami: I'm curious about you. Perhaps sometime, you'd like to tell me about yourself.
Lily Mayel: There would be little to tell madame Ayami. I have spent the majority of my life in service to the crying god in various northern nations, and now I do so here.
Ayami: That will depend on what you are willing to share.
Lily Mayel: *she offers a brief gentle smile* There is little more to me than that.
Ayami: There is a lot more to any person than a simple sentence.
Lily Mayel: Mayhaps Madame Ayami, and yet I live for my duty, and so my duty is my life.
Ayami: *she smiles happily* Indeed. But you have many motivations, and a past.
Lily Mayel: My motivation is simple enough. It pains me to see the suffering of others, and the Crying god grants me what is needed, in both blessings, and the strength to persevere, to give aid to them. As to my past, it is filled with monasteries, devotionals, tending to the sick and destitute. Teaching the impoverished so that they may learn to work, feeding and clothing the hungry. Soothing the wounds of the hurt, and listening to the torments of the suffering.
Ayami: It sounds emotionally devastating. Can you truly bear the suffering of so many people?
Lily Mayel: When the burden is to great we painbearers may take to the plea of rest. It grants us a time where we are free from our doctrine and able to tend to ourselves rather than others.
Ayami: How and when does this happen?
Lily Mayel: When we have need we may ask of it.
Ayami: Does that mean you would even be allowed to call me.. Ayamibuns?
Lily Mayel: As it is, I could do so regardless.
Ayami: You'd be the first.
Lily Mayel: The plea of rest is a ten day during which we are freed from the rules laid out by the faith, not the protocol ingrained in us by our teachings.
Ayami: I see. Have you taken the plea of rest before?
Lily Mayel: I have not madame. I am still quite young in my service.
Ayami: I thought youth would make you more vulnerable to the suffering of others.
Lily Mayel: *she smiles gently* It can often be the case, yes. As it is, painbearers are often initiated to the faith after times of great personal suffering or trial. Due to that, coupled with the duties we preform as initiates into the faith, we are often well learned to perseverance. Though many of the faithful become cynical through this.
Ayami: You are the only painbearer I've seen, but one of many priestesses to a deity. None of them display such restraint and discipline like you do.
Lily Mayel: I have had good teachers, and the Lord on the Rack has blessed me with some fortitude along the way I believe.
Ayami: It is remarkable to see you live by such a strict code. There seems to be little freedom in how you are allowed to operate. On top of that is the emotional strain of bearing other people's burdens. To endure something like that is impressive.. Though very harmful, don't you think?
Lily Mayel: Ah. I may have a fair deal more freedom than it seems. I find that maintaining a strong devotion to several sets of tenets aids me persevering.
Ayami: That's no doubt true. Faith can be very helpful with enduring pain. I imagine especially your deity. He suffers with you. He understands how you feel. No?
Lily Mayel: We are not all bound to follow the same oaths, and indeed I have chosen not to adhere to several. The order that I have been initiated into as well, is one that focuses on more than merely healing. The lord on the rack does indeed share our burden, as we share the burden of others. His strength, and mercy, guide us in all things.
Ayami: It isn't normal for me to agree to a faith that is quite structured like that.
Lily Mayel: *she offers a gentle smile* You needn't agree with my faith if it is not your wish to do so Madame Ayami.
Ayami: But you're no doubt able relieve people of their traumas and nightmares. Ailments caused by the pressure of civilization, or the cruelty of nature as a whole. This kind of behavior is very.. helpful to the world. I appreciate that.
Lily Mayel: We do what we can. The Broken God is ever caring, and we are but small extensions of his will.
Last Edit: Jan 24, 2011 13:12:34 GMT -5 by thriminak
That ye shall speak with deference unto all others, For all before you are your master, And you a servant. Be proud that you serve those in need, Yet in that pride remember that their need is before you, And you must bend to it.
"... I prefer not to tell the story of my past for I am at peace with it."
Orcs slaughtering, Plague spreading. Of three hundred, Twenty surviving.
Taken away Ribbon in hand To learn of faith And comfort.
Years in passing Seventeen served, Across the lands Learning soothing ways.
And then released On personal path. To find the depth of calling, In serving the suffering.
"I believe the focus should be on those that suffer now ... "
Spoken for all to hear in the Wailing Wheel of Suzail.
Lily Mayel: *she takes a deep breath, looking away again* You're very insistent. If you truly wish to know, I shall tell you.
Baradin Silverhorn: Well...aye.
Lily Mayel: The village that I grew up in was, as I said, segregated. It had to fend for itself, for help was too far away. Lily Mayel: An orc raid, a small army, came through. They slaughtered most of the village. We had few able to fight. Survivors were mostly people that hid, or were away for hunting or harvest. Lily Mayel: There were a great deal of bodies, and not enough remaining to remove them. Lily Mayel: Rats feeding on both corpses and untended grain, spread sickness, along with insects. Lily Mayel: I found a red ribbon in the mud on the second day of burying bodies. I kept it, not knowing what it meant. Several days later I, along with many others, were ill. Incredibly so. Lily Mayel: Of three hundred people, perhaps eighty had survived. Of those eighty, more than three quarters died of this disease.
Baradin Silverhorn: *he has an expectant but sorrowful look on his face*
Lily Mayel: It struck with a high fever, those afflicted couldn't eat well, and many actually died of starvation due to being unable to keep food down. Hair loss was a common symptom. Lily Mayel: One of the villagers had gone for help, and returned, but it was a long way, and nearly a week after the first fell sick. Most were already well beyond help.
Banril Ristgar: *banril watches her intently, drinking from his mug, before smoothing his beard with his left hand*
Lily Mayel: With him returned several Ilmatari healers, as well as a number of other goodly folk with a mind to aid. Lily Mayel: They had a small fighting unit, though the orcs were long moved on. They buried the dead while the healers tried to ease the pain of those dying.
Baradin Silverhorn: Praise The Forge an Hammer.
Lily Mayel: Of all the plague stricken, I was the only one to survive.
Banril Ristgar: *purses his lips* Banril Ristgar: Being the survivor is, perhaps the worst outcome.
Lily Mayel: Others survived, ones that didn't get sick at all. Lily Mayel: Though of the three hundred odd villagers, only twenty of us remained. Lily Mayel: Mostly orphaned children, and woodsmen and women. The village no longer exists, they were all relocated as a relief effort by the Ilmatari.
Baradin Silverhorn: That is well. Baradin Silverhorn: Me 'eart goes to yer folk...mine know well the loss o 'ome and 'old tae orcish marauders.
Lily Mayel: *she nods to baradin, and continues* They took me with them to Impiltur when the work was done. The ribbon I had taken, I had clung to through my sickness. My recovery they believed was a sign. Lily Mayel: As such I was indoctrined to the faith of Ilmater, late in my seventh year. Lily Mayel: I spent a great deal of time in grief, it was several years before I was actually able to join the faith as an actual member.
Baradin Silverhorn: *seems to nod in understanding*
Lily Mayel: My hair regrew, as you see it now. I became an exceptionally skilled healer, and in time I found my prayers were answered, rather than just given. I became an Adorned, a priestess. And so, since those days, I have been bound to my duty.
Last Edit: Jan 29, 2011 14:54:07 GMT -5 by thriminak