Post by PhatDorf on Jun 18, 2017 6:13:33 GMT -5
Her knees ached and her neck creaked, the blonde long-haired kneeling figure rose to her feet, and cast her blue eyes around the well lit interior of the temple. Before her stood the mighty statue of a dragon and a towering knight side-by-side.
With adoration she gazed up to them for a long moment, before tearing her attention away and toward the aging warrior-priest within the temple seeing about his duties.
Her time spent in prayer had not been brief. Today, nor during any of her extended stay and pilgrimage to the house of her father, The True. Yet following her prayers she insisted on aiding the priest about the temple, and in turn helping the soldiers outside in the defence and regular maintenance of the castle. Her presence among her fellow soldiers and Swordmates could be construed as an encouraging and positive one, leading by the best example she could muster for hard work and pious faith to the gods. It very much seemed as if the woman desired to be part of the regulars, despite her ranking and station, yet over time the observant could see the deep sadness in her eyes and her spirit, keeping her from truly engaging and opening up to the others there. Some scars on her soul would not heal, and always after the days hard work was over instead of retiring to the mess with the others for rations and brief merrymaking and camaraderie, she left abruptly. Upon working herself to the point of exhaustion night after night, she retreated eventually always to the temple once more, for more prayer before collapsing in a cot, out of the way.
And yet, the time had flown by. What has felt like a grueling exercise before was merely a memory now, and the paladin’s thoughts turned toward her companions and friends closer to the far better traveled heart of Cormyr, in Suzail and Thunderstone. She would return as always she had done before, her faith tempered and her mind steeled for the tasks ahead of her. And always in her heart the memory of those lost and those suffering still.
As she went about her final day at Castle Crag, her shift in focus and attention was clear to all there.
It was time to return and continue her duties to the realm.
The mounted and armoured figure of a Purple Dragon Knight Swordcaptain, bearing a large heavy greatsword left Castle Crag... making it's way for Tyrluk.
First she needed to stop by to see an old friend.
With adoration she gazed up to them for a long moment, before tearing her attention away and toward the aging warrior-priest within the temple seeing about his duties.
Her time spent in prayer had not been brief. Today, nor during any of her extended stay and pilgrimage to the house of her father, The True. Yet following her prayers she insisted on aiding the priest about the temple, and in turn helping the soldiers outside in the defence and regular maintenance of the castle. Her presence among her fellow soldiers and Swordmates could be construed as an encouraging and positive one, leading by the best example she could muster for hard work and pious faith to the gods. It very much seemed as if the woman desired to be part of the regulars, despite her ranking and station, yet over time the observant could see the deep sadness in her eyes and her spirit, keeping her from truly engaging and opening up to the others there. Some scars on her soul would not heal, and always after the days hard work was over instead of retiring to the mess with the others for rations and brief merrymaking and camaraderie, she left abruptly. Upon working herself to the point of exhaustion night after night, she retreated eventually always to the temple once more, for more prayer before collapsing in a cot, out of the way.
And yet, the time had flown by. What has felt like a grueling exercise before was merely a memory now, and the paladin’s thoughts turned toward her companions and friends closer to the far better traveled heart of Cormyr, in Suzail and Thunderstone. She would return as always she had done before, her faith tempered and her mind steeled for the tasks ahead of her. And always in her heart the memory of those lost and those suffering still.
As she went about her final day at Castle Crag, her shift in focus and attention was clear to all there.
It was time to return and continue her duties to the realm.
The mounted and armoured figure of a Purple Dragon Knight Swordcaptain, bearing a large heavy greatsword left Castle Crag... making it's way for Tyrluk.
First she needed to stop by to see an old friend.
