Post by Deleted on Jul 26, 2019 11:24:02 GMT -5
Lorren knelt at the shrine of her Goddess, the Divine Right; Siamorphe. She had placed her offering of a thousand gold pieces at the altar; a show of piety, thanks, and petitioning. Before her, at her knees, lay Songbird, the steel dagger of her once-noble house, still sheathed in it's leather and silver cradle. She herself was impeccably clean, having scoured herself head to toe with lavender water, and paying great expense to have her hose, boots, gambeson and cloak repaired and laundered to the point of perfection. Brushing back a few loose stands of hair from her eyes, wanting to appear as mortally perfect as she could before her divine mistress, she began a quiet prayer.
“Siamorphe, Divine Right, Lady of Rightful rule.” She began. “I come to you this day to offer my deepest gratitude for steering my heart, mind, and blade in the conflicts behind me, and those that lay ahead. In my service to Baron Crownsilver, I had my doubts to whom held the rightful claim to Zorastryl Keep and Western Isinhold. Both Lords presented evidence of rightful claim, and each had a tale that presented themselves as the true lord.”
“There was a time where my heart faltered, and I was tempted to offer honest fealty to the false lord Matthias. I know that it was your hand that guided me to hold true in my course, keeping me on the correct path of servitude. For this,” She placed two hands open the altar, on either side of the neatly stacked collection of coins. “I offer wealth obtained in your service.”
She fell silent for a candles time, centering her mind and droning out the ambient sounds of daily Arabellan life. After taking a slow and measured breath, she continued. “I feel that I have come to a point in which my motives and loyalty are now anchored in stone with my commanders in the forces of Valkur's Roar, and that they and Baron Crownsilver are ready to learn my rightful identity. I wish to inform High Inquisitor Vera Gudwerks that I am Lorren Anita Wrenn, heir to the Wrenn family, laid low by the treacherous maneuverings of House Illance under guise of prosecuting those vassals of the cursed House Cormaeril and their allies.”
Slowly and deliberately, she retrieved the dagger from the tile before the altar. Unsheathing it, she gently placed it's scabbard down, and pressed the blade against the palm of her open left hand. “I humbly petition you, Divine Right, to fill the souls of my Lord and commanders with understanding, fairness, and your wisdom, to recognize me as an ally of the Forest Kingdom's Crown. And allow me to take the first true step to redeeming my family's name, and reestablishing it as one of honor and pride. I beseech your aid so that I may glorify your name through words and actions. Let me be a champion of your will, so that my name can live on to glorify you long after I join your blessed court in the House of the Triad. For this boon I ask, I freely give my blood. “
Slowly and carefully, she ran the blade along her palm,biting down on a quivering lip as it cut a crimson line along it. She clenched her wounded fist tightly, and held it forward, her blood freely dripping on a folded square of purple silk she had prepared for the task. “I, Lorren Anita Wrenn, ask you for this blessing with the highest of humility. I am, and forever will be your loyal servant, Divine Right; on this world, to the Triad's House come.” She let herself bleed for a few breaths after the conclusion of her prayer, and wrapped the injury with another strip of violet cloth. After securing the dressing with a knot atop the wound, she briefly cleaned her dageed and placed it back in it's sheath and upon her side.
Lorren would remain in silent reflection for a number of candle's spans before rising, leaving her offering of riches and blood at her Goddesses' altar, before securing her steed from the stables, and striking out back to the Western Reaches.
“Siamorphe, Divine Right, Lady of Rightful rule.” She began. “I come to you this day to offer my deepest gratitude for steering my heart, mind, and blade in the conflicts behind me, and those that lay ahead. In my service to Baron Crownsilver, I had my doubts to whom held the rightful claim to Zorastryl Keep and Western Isinhold. Both Lords presented evidence of rightful claim, and each had a tale that presented themselves as the true lord.”
“There was a time where my heart faltered, and I was tempted to offer honest fealty to the false lord Matthias. I know that it was your hand that guided me to hold true in my course, keeping me on the correct path of servitude. For this,” She placed two hands open the altar, on either side of the neatly stacked collection of coins. “I offer wealth obtained in your service.”
She fell silent for a candles time, centering her mind and droning out the ambient sounds of daily Arabellan life. After taking a slow and measured breath, she continued. “I feel that I have come to a point in which my motives and loyalty are now anchored in stone with my commanders in the forces of Valkur's Roar, and that they and Baron Crownsilver are ready to learn my rightful identity. I wish to inform High Inquisitor Vera Gudwerks that I am Lorren Anita Wrenn, heir to the Wrenn family, laid low by the treacherous maneuverings of House Illance under guise of prosecuting those vassals of the cursed House Cormaeril and their allies.”
Slowly and deliberately, she retrieved the dagger from the tile before the altar. Unsheathing it, she gently placed it's scabbard down, and pressed the blade against the palm of her open left hand. “I humbly petition you, Divine Right, to fill the souls of my Lord and commanders with understanding, fairness, and your wisdom, to recognize me as an ally of the Forest Kingdom's Crown. And allow me to take the first true step to redeeming my family's name, and reestablishing it as one of honor and pride. I beseech your aid so that I may glorify your name through words and actions. Let me be a champion of your will, so that my name can live on to glorify you long after I join your blessed court in the House of the Triad. For this boon I ask, I freely give my blood. “
Slowly and carefully, she ran the blade along her palm,biting down on a quivering lip as it cut a crimson line along it. She clenched her wounded fist tightly, and held it forward, her blood freely dripping on a folded square of purple silk she had prepared for the task. “I, Lorren Anita Wrenn, ask you for this blessing with the highest of humility. I am, and forever will be your loyal servant, Divine Right; on this world, to the Triad's House come.” She let herself bleed for a few breaths after the conclusion of her prayer, and wrapped the injury with another strip of violet cloth. After securing the dressing with a knot atop the wound, she briefly cleaned her dageed and placed it back in it's sheath and upon her side.
Lorren would remain in silent reflection for a number of candle's spans before rising, leaving her offering of riches and blood at her Goddesses' altar, before securing her steed from the stables, and striking out back to the Western Reaches.
