Post by oceansky on Sept 23, 2017 16:43:23 GMT -5
The shame of it burned in her cheeks as Lyn considered the quiet gate to the shrine of Kelemvor, in Thunderstone. The moments before the mistake playing out in her mind, much like a child would remember getting burned by a hot stove. It’s hard to forget. In this case though, Lyn hadn’t even been looking properly to where she was reaching.
She was rushed and thought she was just trying to catch up to support the party. Her mind had been filled with preventive spells or counter measures. She was thinking about a dozen different things. How the dark damp of the crypts made her skin crawl. How the evil of the monsters within may cause the very shadows to move. Her party had been moving around the corner, so she had to hurry.
She should have not had her head so thoroughly distracted and paid more attention to the present than the future. The brightness of the glow and the overall sense of dread loomed over her as she realized she had disturbed a grave. The glow of the T emblazoned on the back of her right hand as sure as though she had pressed the brand to it herself. It didn’t hurt with physical pain, but the dread of having disturbed the peace of the dead was enough to send chills to her bone.
She was there to help bring the peace- and she failed.
It’s what we have in this very moment of existence, that is important… We only have moments.
What a terrible way to have that lesson apply.
Well, Lyn would make best as she could. The first step was to apologize and maybe explain to the priestess of the shrine. She made her way into the entrance, her guilt evident on her face. The priestess took one look at her and sneered, her eyes filled with righteousness.
Lyn attempted to get out her story, her apologies, but the woman refused to do more than rebuke her. The young sorceress of Selune didn’t know what else to do. Maybe the only thing to do was to begin to pay back more, and then some, to Kelemvor. To the shrine, the graves. Anything really. But without the woman even speaking to her, Lyn was at a loss.
Not wanting to defile the graves by accident again, Lyn put a sizable donation into the tithe, and resolutely decided she would return again and again to show her sincerity. She couldn’t give up. The error was quick to make, but Lyn could feel that the weight of repairing it would be long.
May Selune have mercy. May Kelemvor forgive.
She was rushed and thought she was just trying to catch up to support the party. Her mind had been filled with preventive spells or counter measures. She was thinking about a dozen different things. How the dark damp of the crypts made her skin crawl. How the evil of the monsters within may cause the very shadows to move. Her party had been moving around the corner, so she had to hurry.
She should have not had her head so thoroughly distracted and paid more attention to the present than the future. The brightness of the glow and the overall sense of dread loomed over her as she realized she had disturbed a grave. The glow of the T emblazoned on the back of her right hand as sure as though she had pressed the brand to it herself. It didn’t hurt with physical pain, but the dread of having disturbed the peace of the dead was enough to send chills to her bone.
She was there to help bring the peace- and she failed.
It’s what we have in this very moment of existence, that is important… We only have moments.
What a terrible way to have that lesson apply.
Well, Lyn would make best as she could. The first step was to apologize and maybe explain to the priestess of the shrine. She made her way into the entrance, her guilt evident on her face. The priestess took one look at her and sneered, her eyes filled with righteousness.
Lyn attempted to get out her story, her apologies, but the woman refused to do more than rebuke her. The young sorceress of Selune didn’t know what else to do. Maybe the only thing to do was to begin to pay back more, and then some, to Kelemvor. To the shrine, the graves. Anything really. But without the woman even speaking to her, Lyn was at a loss.
Not wanting to defile the graves by accident again, Lyn put a sizable donation into the tithe, and resolutely decided she would return again and again to show her sincerity. She couldn’t give up. The error was quick to make, but Lyn could feel that the weight of repairing it would be long.
May Selune have mercy. May Kelemvor forgive.