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| Through My Fault; [P] Shirine | |
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| Keelin | Tue Aug 19, 2014 4:32 pm Post #1 |
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The haunting cries of the priests echoed beyond the limits of Hermit's Rest. Their call to sermon crossed empty, cracked fields, stirring a flock of crows from their fencepost perch. Brittle corn-stems, dead and bleached light brown from the sun, were lined up in neat little rows. Keelin's horse crossed a footbridge over a creek filled with greyish tumbleweeds instead of water. Hot air blurred above the main road leading into town. By the time the elf had arrived, the streets were empty. Same for all the buildings -- except one. Keelin nudged her horse Steadfast to a stop in front of the stairs leading up to the temple's main entrance. It was typical Forward Path architecture, made of wood-fortified mudbrick arranged into one main room and an adjoining tower that the herald priests used to call villagers or announce emergencies. Keelin took a moment to listen. Judging by the swelling of sound just inside, virtually everyone from Hermit's Rest was in the temple. Even though this region of the Plains was dotted with towns just like this -- human towns whose religion was predominantly Forward Path -- organized belief was never this widespread unless something shady was going on. In this case, the angel hunter figured that everyone had turned to religion in the absence of any alternatives. Something they could cling to as their world slowly died around them. The crowd calmed, and the loud yet smooth voice of the sermon-giver was audible, if slightly muffled, even from outside. He spoke of the drought, the Wanderer, and the aspiration of Discipline that formed one of the three ideological pillars of the religion. "The Shadow," he continued, using the term that referred to the material world, "is crumbling by the day. The light of the True World is engulfing it. Will you be destroyed along with this false world, or will you rise up and join the almighty Stewards?" Keelin dismounted as she listened to those words. Having tied her horse to a nearby post, she took a seat on the stairs and leaned the back of her head, chin up, against the temple's wall just next to the door. "Brothers and sisters, the Stewards gave me a gift last night: a dream. A warning. They told me a test of faith is fast approaching. Outsiders will come here bearing lies. Petty sell-swords offering false aid. Evil will enter Hermit's Rest with a smile on her face and an Immaculate's orarion around her neck." That got Keelin's attention. The inside of the temple was quiet, tension surely palpable. Originally she had planned to speak with the local deacon privately, but this was just too good an opportunity to pass up. Keelin got up and pressed both hands against either door. They flew open, letting her walk in. "You must not waver--" The clicking of Keelin's boots against the floor dominated the room as she strode down the central row of the audience. She looked at fearful eyes, unhappy children, faces with cracked lips and dust rubbed into their cheeks, threadbare clothing, all desperate. The angel hunter herself was clad in a light grey greatcoat, her embroidered orarion -- a long, thin stole -- caught by the wind of her movement. Keelin stopped at the front of the temple, one hand sliding into her pocket while the other pressed up the brim of her hat with the tip of a finger. "I'm not smiling." The head priest looked down on Keelin from his speaking platform, and she met his gaze with her single eye. The other side of her face was a ravaged mess, the socket covered by a white eyepatch. Keelin jumped onto the stage and turned around to face the crowd. "Good morning, people of Hermit's Rest. My name is Keelin Madaricatu, and I'm here to snap you all out of a daze. You got two choices, my friends: face the reality of your situation, or die. I don't particularly like seeing entire villages die, so I made the choice for you already. Local governments all over Debon are gonna distribute food and water all over this drought-stricken area, whether you're grateful for it or not." She smiled a little at the priest, giving him a sidelong look. "We don't want your 'help!'" one of the bolder villagers shouted, throwing a shoe at her. "Avatar of evil!" "Are you guys really Forward Path? Evil doesn't even exist for you guys. It's just absence of holiness, right?" More shoes started flying. Keelin sighed. |
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Fri Aug 22, 2014 10:39 pm Post #2 |
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Shirine had just arived in town a little ahead of the relief supplies. She had come down a different path then they had only having caught up a short time ago. She was in her elven form and wore a simple pair of pants pants a comfortable shirt. She had her ruberized buckler and her sword strapped to her left hip. The heat was no fun either and she whipped her brow of sweat while psuing her hair behind her sholders. Long hair was a pain at times, but her's grew to fast to keep it short. This town was certainly not in good shape. The ground was dried and cracked. Still she supposed that was why they needed gaurds for handing out relief suplies. She wondered where everyone was and wandered towards the only source of noise. As she approached the temple she heard a woman speaking about the supplies. Shirine thought it could have been more tastefully said, but she might have missed something. It was jearing the crowd that made her frown. People who did not want help or free stuff.... that was never good. She peaked in a window and saw shoes flying at a woman. She assumed this woman was the speaker and one of the other gaurds mentioned in the job breifing. It looked like this town was religious or maybe a cult? Joy that would make this job harder. In her mind she wondered why could no job ever remain simple. She decided to wait for Keelin to exit and if the towns people came out first she just tried to stay out of their way for now. Her bright red hair and green eyes probably attracted attention though. Still when Keelin exited she walked up holding out her hand, "Hey there you must he another member of the relief effort. My name is Shirine and I got added a little last minute to this job. Mind bring me up to speed on whats up with the locals?" Edited by Shirine, Fri Aug 22, 2014 10:43 pm.
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| Keelin | Tue Aug 26, 2014 1:00 am Post #3 |
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Keelin was the first to leave, though calling it "leaving" was perhaps too optimistic. The temple's double doors flung open and she half-walked, half-stumbled out of the building, trailed by the last few pairs of shoes. One of them hit her square in the back of the head, nearly dislodging her hat from its perch. Face and clothing covered in scuffmarks, she tried to dust herself off as she descended the front steps, muttering curses in Elvish under her breath. At the bottom of the stairs near the entrance she was hailed by someone -- and Keelin started, acting like she hadn't even spotted this new arrival after being so wrapped up in her rejection. The woman was a pretty elf, looked like she knew her way around a fight, and polite too. Near the middle of Shirine's introduction the sermon inside the building resumed again with some concluding marks. Keelin glanced nervously over her shoulder, then back at the pair of vibrant green eyes expecting an answer. "One moment. Follow me." She slid around the side of the temple and into a narrow side-street. Not long after, townspeople began to file out of the building. Luckily most of them were in such a huff, or were so worried, that they didn't pay attention to the obscure and heavily shaded alley nearby. Keelin checked to see if the coast was clear, then noticeable relaxed. She offered her hand, intending to give a firm, earnest shake. "You speak Elvish? Glad to have at least one reasonable person in here. Name's Keelin. You could say I'm like a specialist on this freaky religion of theirs. Ma'am, I dare say I messed up big-time in these early stages. Long story short, they think I'm evil incarnate and won't listen to reason." The elf, putting one hand on her hip, readjusted her hat and gave Shirine a questioning look. "Where's the rest of the relief effort? Tied up in the other villages? Ah, whatever. We can still get started -- I got some stuff tied to my horse. We're gonna need a plan to handle these annoying citizens, though." OOC
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Tue Aug 26, 2014 5:31 pm Post #4 |
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Shirine followed the woman Iinto the allyway. It seemed like a wise move when she saw the angry villagers pouring out. She had not got a chance to even introduce herself properly. She also shook the woman's hand when it was offered. The grip was stong and firm. She nodded at the question about knowing elvish. Though inctruth her elvish was far from perfect. She rarely had need to use it and due to her imprisonment and memory loss she only remebered it as a second language at best. Still she could speak it well enough, just not fluently. It seemed this job was going to be the frustratingly dificukt and possibly dangerous type. She responding answering her new companion's questions. She spoke in elvish just so her companoon knew how well she could speak it. Plus she realy did need the practice, "The wagon group is a day behind me. They sent me ahead when I caught up to them. However the rest did not feel like fighters to me, so probably just going to be us neck deep in trouble. Anyways before we start planing I do not think I got your name? Mine is Shirine." She started thinking about how they might deal with the villafers and realized she just did not knkw enougj about the town yet. Was there a good defensible building around where they could store and hand out the food from? What was this religion? Could they bribe the leader? ..... Too many questions really. |
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