Prayers to the Deep
Spring 6th 514 AV; 11th Bell
Location: The Temple of Laviku
The day turned out to be great just like any other, only today since he had a midday patrol Ricky decided he would stop by the grand Temple of Laviku. Thus while he was dressed in his uniform ready to work he entered the great halls of the temple with a smile on his face, eager to finally sit down and commune with the God he’d revered so much once upon a time. It amazed him to think that time could naturally flash within a blink of an eye, and much after his experiences last year he found himself in need to offer prayer to the God of the Sea once again, to show that he was still in fact a fisherman devoted to remembering just who ruled the domain he dwelled within. The Temple of Laviku somehow felt like the heart of Zeltiva for Ricky, mainly because he was a major influence upon the city as a whole. Though he could easily go to the Fountain of Cascading Harmony and offer prayer there, he felt it more honorable and traditional to follow the principle of a prayer in one of Laviku’s own temples.
Thus when he walked past the large natural structures with but a moment to take in the look of the shells adorned in them, he let his hand brush the surface of a rugged column that held this grand structure up in place. When he entered he remembered well enough the inside of the structure, both staircases to his sides led to the second level of the temple, while deeper within the great hall he visited the one place that somehow still seemed to remain the same even in his memory. Murals were depicted of the sea, of the storms, and of Laviku himself as a large portrait showed a crossover between a man and the ocean itself. The depictions were vast interpretations to the title Laviku held; he was after all the God of the Sea, therefore practically the sea itself in the eyes of his followers.
Ricky found a spot to sit at on one of the benches near the altar, undisturbed by the priests and priestess that resided there. He remembered their purpose well. They would never bother those who came to offer their silent prayers to the Sea God, not unless they were in need of answers of their beloved God. Laviku. The central figure of the city that every sailor, every fisherman, and yes ever Wave Guard, revered before they’d set out on the ocean, for Ricky this was not an act of faith but a trial of devotion to the God he’d strayed from over a year ago. Lord Laviku, Oi apologize f’r not communin’ wit’ ya sooner. T’ings ‘ave been crazy over de past year, last Oi recall t’ough I sent an offerin’ yer way durin’ me trip t’ Nyka. He recollected the fish he’d caught and used as a messenger, either a gold or silver Miza placed within the mouth to be carried down to the bottom of the sea. Oi t’ank ya Lord f’r makin’ dat trip a safe one, ‘cause o’ ya Oi got ‘ome in time t’ learn Oi was t’ be a fat’er. He recalled the day he took the first few steps onto the docks upon his arrival, the sudden news that Telion was pregnant when Hannah pointed it out after a simple hug.
Oi’m a lot stronger now, startin’ t’ train so Oi can defend Zeltiva better, Oi ‘ope t’ set a better example o’ me self f’r me son when he grows. Indeed he did wish to make his son proud, as well as his wife and father, and Odis as well. There were so many he’d hoped to make proud, so many he’d hoped to please in his time he served as a Wave Guard. He thought a little more on what he should say next, contemplated whether or not if it was honestly worthy for the God of the Sea to hear. It’d be a few good chimes before he would say, or rather think, what his next words would be, as he dwelled on what he should do to better show his devotion to Laviku in the future.
Spring 6th 514 AV; 11th Bell
Location: The Temple of Laviku
The day turned out to be great just like any other, only today since he had a midday patrol Ricky decided he would stop by the grand Temple of Laviku. Thus while he was dressed in his uniform ready to work he entered the great halls of the temple with a smile on his face, eager to finally sit down and commune with the God he’d revered so much once upon a time. It amazed him to think that time could naturally flash within a blink of an eye, and much after his experiences last year he found himself in need to offer prayer to the God of the Sea once again, to show that he was still in fact a fisherman devoted to remembering just who ruled the domain he dwelled within. The Temple of Laviku somehow felt like the heart of Zeltiva for Ricky, mainly because he was a major influence upon the city as a whole. Though he could easily go to the Fountain of Cascading Harmony and offer prayer there, he felt it more honorable and traditional to follow the principle of a prayer in one of Laviku’s own temples.
Thus when he walked past the large natural structures with but a moment to take in the look of the shells adorned in them, he let his hand brush the surface of a rugged column that held this grand structure up in place. When he entered he remembered well enough the inside of the structure, both staircases to his sides led to the second level of the temple, while deeper within the great hall he visited the one place that somehow still seemed to remain the same even in his memory. Murals were depicted of the sea, of the storms, and of Laviku himself as a large portrait showed a crossover between a man and the ocean itself. The depictions were vast interpretations to the title Laviku held; he was after all the God of the Sea, therefore practically the sea itself in the eyes of his followers.
Ricky found a spot to sit at on one of the benches near the altar, undisturbed by the priests and priestess that resided there. He remembered their purpose well. They would never bother those who came to offer their silent prayers to the Sea God, not unless they were in need of answers of their beloved God. Laviku. The central figure of the city that every sailor, every fisherman, and yes ever Wave Guard, revered before they’d set out on the ocean, for Ricky this was not an act of faith but a trial of devotion to the God he’d strayed from over a year ago. Lord Laviku, Oi apologize f’r not communin’ wit’ ya sooner. T’ings ‘ave been crazy over de past year, last Oi recall t’ough I sent an offerin’ yer way durin’ me trip t’ Nyka. He recollected the fish he’d caught and used as a messenger, either a gold or silver Miza placed within the mouth to be carried down to the bottom of the sea. Oi t’ank ya Lord f’r makin’ dat trip a safe one, ‘cause o’ ya Oi got ‘ome in time t’ learn Oi was t’ be a fat’er. He recalled the day he took the first few steps onto the docks upon his arrival, the sudden news that Telion was pregnant when Hannah pointed it out after a simple hug.
Oi’m a lot stronger now, startin’ t’ train so Oi can defend Zeltiva better, Oi ‘ope t’ set a better example o’ me self f’r me son when he grows. Indeed he did wish to make his son proud, as well as his wife and father, and Odis as well. There were so many he’d hoped to make proud, so many he’d hoped to please in his time he served as a Wave Guard. He thought a little more on what he should say next, contemplated whether or not if it was honestly worthy for the God of the Sea to hear. It’d be a few good chimes before he would say, or rather think, what his next words would be, as he dwelled on what he should do to better show his devotion to Laviku in the future.
