Completed Worshiping in your own way[Temple of All Gods]

[Clyde Sullins]

56 Fall 512 Clyde certainly was not a normal person. Not a average citizen, or some mundane worker mulling his way through life. And even though he had once lived in and came from this city, he no longer thought of it as his home... He was just visiting... No, he worshiped a different God, one who was misunderstood, but he felt a connection with... He felt like... He truly understood the God, understood him more than his enemies misunderstood him... He saw the connections between them, and what they had in common... And really that was what was important in worship, not who you followed, but that you did, and that you believed. He said a silent prayer to his God, to turn any prying eyes away from him, to give him the strength to do the task he had been assigned in his name, and make him proud... He did what he had to do though, because he had to... A means to an ends, he reminded himself. So today he knelt near the front of the temple, though on one of the sides, a place were he had seen many people come to and kneel in prayer to some God or other... What better place was there to do his work? He knelt down on the spot, so as to pretend like he was kneeling and praying. He took out his quill, and the ink he had been provided, keeping the scrolls put away... Then he began, writing out with the invisible ink, making sure to keep track of what he was doing, as all he could see as he wrote was a small glisten, and even that vanished once it dried... He set the ink vial down a few inches to the right of were he planned to draw his focus, and began on it... The same little sun he drew as a focus, with lines emanating out from it... To shed light and energy on the rest of his glyphing, he always thought to himself... Then slowly working his way out, he formed a barrier, made up of curving interlocking lines, all the way around the focus, about a foot out from it in each direction, making a big circle... Before it dried, he quickly added another bit, marking in a S at the junction of each of the lines, were they merged into one before sweeping back out and going opposite ways... Strengthening this shallowest part by adding the glyph of the letter... Finally, done with that, he added a small trigger, a triangle attached to the barrier, and added the trigger phrase... "Activate when someone comes to this spot to worship and pray to there God." That way if anyone stood here to pray, it would go off... He looked around, making one final look to see if anyone else had seen him, or was nearing... When he saw no one was, he got back to his task... Then he took out his scroll, well one of the ones he had been given, and turned it so that its focus was pointing downward... But petch, the focus had dried and vanished! He aligned it the best he could, on the center of the barrier, and lined it up... And spoke the trigger on the scroll, allowing the magic within to come out, and transfer into his newly drawn focus... As the scroll fell apart into dust, and fell across the ground, he quickly got up, grabbing the rest of the vial of invisible ink... Hopefully he could get another one done before anyone questioned him... He quickly moved away, looking down once more, to see that all of the sigils had vanished, drying and fading form view... As he headed across the temple to the other side, he let off a small prayer to his God, to turn any prying eyes from him... Or to keep them preoccupied, whichever it was... Hopefully he would be left alone till he finished the rest of his work...

[Keshta Maric]

Keshta did not know how the note had arrived at her dormitory. She had not seen her brother's letter when she returned and collapsed into her bed after a particularly exhuasting excersize Roulin had created for her. It was only when she woke up and heard the delicate crunch of paper being crushed beneath her pillow that the Squire saw the "invitation". The dribble of wax that held it shut had borne no seal and easily popped off. Brennac's Letter : Dear Keshta, I hope that you are having fun being a squire. The healers say my hip is almost better, and that when I am old enough I will make a fine Knight. I cannot wait to be a squire, just like you. Only I will be younger, so I will become a Knight sooner than you will. But maybe, when I am a Knight, I will teach you so you can finish your training and join my Company. That would be fun, right Keshta? Are you going to come home for your birthday? Uncle Noran said you might be too busy training. I told him there was no way you would miss his special birthday cake. Maybe you could bring your Patron? I bet Aunt Eida would be happy to see another Knight. Anyway, I know you will come home for your birthday, and so Uncle Noran said I could throw you a party! Please come Keshta. I love you and I miss you, Brennac Keshta brisk steps carried her over the familiar threshold of the Temple doors and into her sanctuary. Each step down the aisle did nothing to absolve her of the guilt and doubt that roiled inside Keshta but as she pressed into the belly of the church Keshta began to feel the patience of the old stones seep into her anxiety. The was a place for answers, solutions, guidance. The child took a deep breath and gratefully inhaled the meditative calm that permeated the air here. Her favorite seat was taken, so Keshta moved quickly past the rows of pews, into a quiet corner near the front. In an alcove to her left someone had placed a display of candles. Keshta could feel, very faintly, the warmth they gave off as she knelt to pray. She was unaware of the freshly painted secret that lurked on the ancient flagstones at her feet. My lord Yahal... OOCSorry this took me so long and thank you for your patience. I figured I would stop here so you could explain the effects of the glyph. If you could PM me or make a little OOC note saying how long they last that would be nice, so I know how to RP threads set after this date. Thanks!

[Clyde Sullins]

ooc : Hmmm... Honestly, I am not exactly certain how long the effect should last... Were I got the scrolls it said this... "The curse will cause whoever activates it to believe (temporarily, anyway) that the god they are praying to is actually their enemy." It does not really say how long that will stay in effect... Though from some of the lore I read on chaon, I know for sure it will last less than a week (7 days). Though if anything, these will last even shorter of a time, as they take effect much quicker. So I would assume a few days, and certainly have worn off by a week. Clyde had barely gotten away from the scene of his glyphing, when someone had already blundered into it. Really, the invisible ink had barely dried all the way, and someone came right up to it. And what should they do, but kneel down at decide to pray right there. What the petch! He had been expecting it to take awhile for them to be set off. At a minimum bells, but possibly days, before someone went to the right spot... Apparently he had chosen to good of a spot that was well used, since it was used so quickly... Honestly though, he had really not expected that. As she knelt down and clearly began a prayer, he silently cursed in his mind, knowing the sigil had been set off, unleashing what had been sealed in the focus into the person standing on it. A few moments later though, he almost laughed, at the funniness of it... Wondering... What exactly was happening to the girl? Making sure he had all of his guilty equipment used in the act put away well in his backpack, were they could not be seen, and decided to go back over to were the girl was. He carefully came up, his staff tapping as he went, to come beside the girl, and trying to think of the best way to question her, without revealing to much... But he could not think of anything to good, so decided instead on a small lie, to get out an answer he needed. "Hello there. I was just wondering if you had been here much before. I have not, and was not sure exactly how things go here, or what I should do... Or if I am welcome... Oh, are you praying? I am sorry I interrupted, who are you praying to, if I might ask?" He said this, a small smile on his face, as he looked down at the girl.

[Keshta Maric]

My lord Yahal… Keshta’s prayer had barely taken root in her mind before it shriveled. The child was left with little more than an empty husk to clutch at. This too crumbled to dust beneath her desperate attempts to cling to anything old, familiar, reliable. Her world was dissolving around her, and Keshta was left with nothing to stand on, plummeting rapidly into doubt. Her stomach rose in her throat, a painful, hot mass that choked her, made it hard to breathe. Could she breathe? Yes. With a sharp gasp of surprise she silenced at least that doubt. Though Keshta had felt like she was falling into an awful abyss she had not moved. The ancient stones of the Temple had not failed in 500 hundred years, and they showed no indication of faltering now. They rested steadily, sturdy and solid beneath a strange man’s feet. “I- You may pray anywhere in the Temple. All who come to worship are welcome, if they be respectful of other’s prayer and of the Knight’s law.” The answer was automatic, she had given it before, and would give it again. To travelers, to pilgrims, to those desperate and reaching out for the first time, the response was enough to ease their self-consciousness. It could offer her nothing though, but a moment longer to deny what was happening. “No, you have not interrupted me. I… I was not praying. I don’t know what I was doing.” What was she doing? Praying to a liar. A liar she had given her life to. Following signs and faith she’d overturned herself to become a knight. She had left her family. She had left her brother alone, alone enough that he begged her to return for one evening. Keshta could feel the hot spurs of oncoming tears. “What am I doing?” It was not a whisper. The words hissed from Keshta’s mouth and she began to cry. Between indelicate sobs she turned her red eyes back to the stranger. “Do you worship Yahal?”

[Clyde Sullins]

Deception admittedly was not one of Clyde's strong suits. But when it was required, he could be decent at it. It seemed this was one of those cases... Honestly though, he was just interested to see what effect his little trap had caused... He should have left when it was set off... Should have gotten out of there and returned at another time to do the rest... But he could not help his curiosity, wanting to know what had been done... And to know for sure if it had been set off. He almost smiled at her sudden intake of breath, a deep sudden rasp... Perhaps a sign that something had happened, even if not visible? He almost wanted to use his auristics, to inspect her aura, and check for signs of the chaon energy rushing into her, wondering what it would like like... But decided against it, it was to risky. He listened to her words, in response to his question which he was sure was so common amongst foreigners entering the temple... And noted the hesitancy in it, heard the odd pause, which should not have been for such a simple request... Perhaps... But what exactly would these do? "Of course, well it is good to hear that all are truly welcome. Many places that is not true." Though inwardly he knew that this place was one of those... For if anyone were to know that he followed Rhysol, they would quickly be angered and after him. These knights he hated so, so full of lies. He wondered if in truth they did not worship Rhysol... Or at least, some of his tenants... For while they painfully tried to enforce structure and destroy chaos, they were so dishonest about it, so full of hate. Certainly no better than any Chaon. He peaked an eyebrow at hearing her stammering words, saying that she was not praying... Which was odd, another simple question, which had been answered such. Either she was really nervous, or a stutterer, or something was really setting her off. As she spoke out, possibly not realizing she was saying it out loud... "What am I doing?" He was not sure if she even realized she had said it audibly, or if she had meant it as a rhetorical question... He took a moment to try and think of a response, but was luckily saved from that by her continuing on speaking to him, along with setting into a deep sob. Either she was seriously unstable, which would likely get her killed by the knights in Syliras so not likely, or the effect of the magic had taken hold. He was betting on the latter. "Yahal? Who is that? I cannot say that I know of him. What is he for? Is he a good God?" He had trouble keeping his face straight, but luckily the woman was in tears and busy sobbing, so she would be hard pressed to notice the small twitch to his face, as he fought a smile. He was starting to get an inkling of what the scrolls magic had done... Which considering that they were in a temple which was against Rhysol, and the task that had been set forth... Well, he guessed it made sense that it did something to someone who was devout in another God besides Rhysol... Though he was not sure of the exact power of the magic, what exact end had it come to... He would have to try and figure it out. "Honestly I worship another God, one that I find a kinship with, a true God I can have faith in. Is Yahal a God like that?"

[Radiant]

Clyde :

Experience

Skill	XP Earned
Observation	+1 XP
Subterfuge	+2 XP
Glyphing	+1 XP
Calligraphy	+1 XP
Socialization	+1 XP

Lores

Lore Earned

Location: Temple Of All Gods

Glyphing: Ground Trap

Loots

Notes :

Sadly, I can't give you a lore about Yahal since Keshta went inactive just after you asked her. Still, enjoy your grades!

My radiance is not bright enough?

If you have any questions or concerns regarding your grade, beam me a PM and we can work it out.