Post by Kharn597 on Dec 20, 2005 1:13:07 GMT -5
A vastly tall shield with Torm’s gauntlet upon it laid on the ground beside a young man on his leftside. To the man’s right was a gracefully crafted warhammer, bathed earlier that day in holy oils. Before the man was a statue of a man with long hair and a trimmed beard wearing platemail with a cape standing at guard with his hands on the pommel of a greatsword with the tip resting upon the ground. A vast tall stain glass window was behind the statue had a picture of a man in golden platemail with a green cape dramatically riding a golden dragon in the sky appearing ready to dive into battle glowed as the moon light shines down on the statue and the young man. Behind the sitting man are two columns of pews a few rows deep. Around the edges of the small room are gargoyles of lions sitting at guard. There are a number of tall slit windows to the side letting more moon light shine in. Though there are five chandeliers of candles, only the one above the young man is lit. The room appears to be a small chapel of Torm that is built off the main worship chamber to Torm in the Temple of Defenders of Suzial.
The young man kneels on the ground before the statue with his hands flat together on the front of his chest and his headed tilted forward with eyes closed in prayer. A forest green cape is mounted upon his shoulders cover his recently polished iron platemail that almost appears to be a mirror. His hair is a dark red, trimmed short and his sideburns long yet he is clean shaven otherwise. The young man has knelt in pray for the past few hours into the night after the priests of Torm of the temple sent him in there on his final mental preparation.
The man thinks for the eighth time how earlier that day Priestess Taria Arneseph told that she would prepare him for his night alone in the chapel. “Aspirant Daniel Thanneseph, tonight you shall prepare your mind and soul for the final steps to becoming a paladin. Think of how your path has led you here to Torm. Think of the Penance of duty. I know you are still deeply hurt from losing sir paladin Randal Mooncastle, but you know he is still with you in spirit to guide you in these final steps. You must prepare to become a full paladin to honor his valiant and brave death fighting the Zhentarim Knights this past week in the Stonelands,” priestess Taria Arneseph tells Daniel while resting a hand on his shoulder as they walk the halls of the Temple of defenders. Daniel nods his head as he keeps his face absent of emotion, a tough task for the boy at the time.
He feels lost on what to think about as he has been motionless in prayer for many hours. Daniel had prayed many times in silent this evening Torm’s prayer hoping it would guide him. The Penance of Duty to him even though he knew what it meant inside and out, he did not feel it yet as he thought it over or know where to go. He slightly shook his head and begins to clear it of all thoughts as he dives deeper in thought into his mind and soul. Not noticing, one of the candles on the chandelier blinks out as somehow he begins to think back to his childhood.
The young man kneels on the ground before the statue with his hands flat together on the front of his chest and his headed tilted forward with eyes closed in prayer. A forest green cape is mounted upon his shoulders cover his recently polished iron platemail that almost appears to be a mirror. His hair is a dark red, trimmed short and his sideburns long yet he is clean shaven otherwise. The young man has knelt in pray for the past few hours into the night after the priests of Torm of the temple sent him in there on his final mental preparation.
The man thinks for the eighth time how earlier that day Priestess Taria Arneseph told that she would prepare him for his night alone in the chapel. “Aspirant Daniel Thanneseph, tonight you shall prepare your mind and soul for the final steps to becoming a paladin. Think of how your path has led you here to Torm. Think of the Penance of duty. I know you are still deeply hurt from losing sir paladin Randal Mooncastle, but you know he is still with you in spirit to guide you in these final steps. You must prepare to become a full paladin to honor his valiant and brave death fighting the Zhentarim Knights this past week in the Stonelands,” priestess Taria Arneseph tells Daniel while resting a hand on his shoulder as they walk the halls of the Temple of defenders. Daniel nods his head as he keeps his face absent of emotion, a tough task for the boy at the time.
He feels lost on what to think about as he has been motionless in prayer for many hours. Daniel had prayed many times in silent this evening Torm’s prayer hoping it would guide him. The Penance of Duty to him even though he knew what it meant inside and out, he did not feel it yet as he thought it over or know where to go. He slightly shook his head and begins to clear it of all thoughts as he dives deeper in thought into his mind and soul. Not noticing, one of the candles on the chandelier blinks out as somehow he begins to think back to his childhood.