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[Draven McNiel]

Draven nodded as Alex spoke, choosing to listen instead and close his eyes. ”Myrians huh? I doubt the name is a simple coincidence; guess that’s why he called them her children.” So there was some sort of godly feud, just how many more were there? These were all things Draven wanted to know, the child that yearned for adventure within him called out to him, a means to find these things out. ”Makes only sense he’d be angry, taking it out on other people though is a bit too much.” Draven said sighing, although the blame was partly on that god’s followers.

The second Draven received the answer to his question he found himself smiling, it was a sad smile, but a smile nonetheless However he didn’t fault the answer in itself, nor the passion behind it, it was the fact he didn’t have that very same conviction. There was a tinge of jealousy building in his heart. Draven closed his eyes, and tried to think of his reply to that, Alex held some sadness in his voice, something that Draven barely picked up on however the conviction was what truly stood out to him and at that moment chose not to comment on that. He thought about himself. ”Can I really say anything to that? I can’t even put a bump in this guy’s road can I? Is this the power of faith, should I devote myself to my own dreams just the way he has faith in his own path regardless of how it might turn out?” He was thinking deep thoughts such as this, but he had to steel his resolve at some point.

However Alex not thinking he was cool made Draven chuckle, knocking him off his train of thought for a second. ”You gimme an answer like that and call yourself not cool? As if, the conviction to go ahead regardless of what falls in your road, to keep believing is pretty cool if you ask me. Plus don’t go talking about failures, everyone fails at one point, we all break promises; there isn’t one person in this citadel who has never let someone down. Doesn’t stop everyone from being cool now does it?” Draven reacted in a manner that seemed a little to passionate so he pulled back. If this guy wasn’t that cool, then what was he?

Finally it all seemed to come to hope, what did Draven hope for; a brighter future filled with people he could call precious. A light filled world without the darkness that terrified him, or was it something else entirely. ”Hope huh...Must be nice.” He muttered very quietly, although Alex should have been able to pick it up from that distance. Draven didn’t aim that small thing at anyone and thus that just ended up spilling out. Still he shook his head to clear those thoughts. ”Hey. If you ever end up meeting Priskil give her a thanks from me too; not too sure about praying.” If there was a chance of someone meeting the goddess it would be the guy next to him, or so he thought anyway. Beings that were obscured by a fog of ignorance were now shrouded in mysticism to Draven. Still he was reluctant to pray to them, he would only do it just this once...

”How ‘bout we drop a quick prayer Alex, wanna try this for my first time…Well my first actual time.”

He placed his hands together, and rested his elbows onto his knees, his face was pressed up against his hands. ”Urm how does this go...Hey gods, just wanna say thanks for everything and all, me being healthy, my old man having gone peacefully, for the food and drinks, the music I listen to, the peace of this city, and the life that I live. For everything I thank you, though I’m not sure when I’ll check in next, or if I will, but I swear this on my soul that I will surpass my old man and achieve the things that he couldn’t. I’ll help those that need my help, and help guide those who are lost all within the best of my abilities, I who can fight will protect those who cannot so your efforts to help this unskilled child are not in vain.” He whispered quietly again in contemplation and to strengthen his resolve, he will become stronger, smarter, faster whatever else he required to become the best he could be. He raised his head and let out a deep breath, feeling determined he would improve; he promised it to the very gods.

”Damn, praying feels good, is this why you pray to so many gods? I might really get addicted to this.” Draven chuckled to lighten the air, it had a calming effect on him. But he would rather use actions than words, he couldn’t rely on others after all.

[Alexander Faircroft]

Description "Alex Common" Alex thoughts "Myrian" "Fratava" "Others"

“Sadly.” Alex spoke softly and then continued. “But understandable, violence only breeds violence. And sometimes it’s better to learn to forgive.” Despite what Alex had done. And what he tried to do he still believed in a simple thing. Violence was never a good answer. Though sometimes it was the only answer. Alex leant back against the pew now. The soft scent of the incense from the burners rolling through his nose. A strange but welcome smell, he’d usually gotten there before the burners were put on.

Dravens words though welcomed as a brief respite and slight form of praise Alex didn’t fully allow them to set in. “Everyone fails at some point. The question is can you pull yourself back out of it. I’m still working on rectifying my failure. For some mistakes take a longer time to heal than others. And until I’ve rectified my own I can’t afford to think that way.” Alex spoke with a resolution to his voice that spoke of a promise he’d made to himself.

As draven continued on with his words Alex simply pondered what he was meaning but the task of giving his thanks to her might be something he’d do. “I’ll make sure I do as such. And I hope that my words have given you some hope. Or at least rekindled the flame of it that you already held.” He gave a soft smile as Draven curled into pray. As he did Alex rose allowing him to finish and complete his prayer before turning to leave. A single series of words would follow him as he left.

"Remember Draven, Not everything can be solved with prayer. The gods help those who help themselves. Make your own way, give thanks and ask for guidance. But above all, don’t expect them to show you a path, walk your own and let the gods take you where they may. And Draven remember. When the world seems its darkest, look to the light.” Alex gave a small smile and with the soft near silent clank of steel on stone he walked free of the temple out into the open Syliran air.

When the world seems its darkest, look to the light? Could I have gotten any cornier with that? Alex chuckled to himself as he stepped through the streets, a silent smile and a small spark of happiness within the darkness he found himself drowning in as of late. The small spark of hope enough for him to cling too. Enough for him to realize, he still had hope, no matter how small.

[Draven McNiel]

Draven let Alex’s words resound in his head. ”Look to the light huh?” He said to himself before chuckling, he was pretty much done with this temple for now. The swordsman grabbed his sword and stood up slowly and stretched. ”Oh shyke, feels like I’ve learned more today than the whole of my life” He spoke quietly, once again wishing not to disturb anyone else who were deep in their own prayers. ”Now then, what should I do?” Draven spoke softly, knowing well that was a dumb question to ask himself. He would train, harder than he had ever done before; glyphing he’d need a teacher to truly improve but he would get done what he needed to. His reimancy has fallen behind and also needed improvement...Perhaps it was also time to broaden his skills.

He strapped the harness around his waist this time, it felt weird however changes started with the smallest step. He stepped out of the temple slowly, taking in the smell of the incense once more before he stepped out of the temple, his shoulders felt lighter, his face held a huge grin knowing deep inside that something changed, it was small but he felt for the first time since the death of his father that he grew, improved somewhat as a person.

”Wonder if I’ll run into that guy again? Ah well, hope everything turns out good for him, I’ll work on myself for now, whether I’m on a job or not.” Draven thought to himself. Self-improvement, he’d let the gods do as they did, as Alex had told him he’d let them take him where they willed. Whether that was to ruin or success, he’d turn what he needed to around. ”But can I actually do i-No,I just made a promise, I’ll do what’s needed now; I’ll worry about the future when I get there.” There was a second spark of inspiration within Draven now.

[Dove Brown]

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Draven McNiel

Skills

• Observation 2
• Rhetoric 4
• Socialisation 3
• Investigation 1
• Philosophy 2

Lores

• Alexander Faircroft: a squire
• Rhysol: god of chaos and evil
• Yahul: god of faith and purity
• Priskil: goddess of hope and vigilance
• Myri: warrior goddess
• Myrians: a race that follows Myri
• Location: Temple of all gods
• Philosophy: Worry about tomorow when it gets here

 

Alexander Faircroft

Skills

• Rhetoric 4
• Teaching 3
• Socialisation 1
• Philosophy 2

Lores

• Draven: makes fun of prayer
• Draven: a mercenary
• Rhysol: god of chaos and evil
• Yahul: god of faith and purity
• Priskil: goddess of hope and vigilance
• Myri: warrior goddess
• Myrians: a race that follows Myri
• Location: Temple of all gods
• Belief is a powerful thing
• Holding to hope when all else is lost
• Philosophy: When the world seems its darkest look to the light

Comments: Draven, the colour you use for dialogue is hard to read on this background. Both of you - enjoy your grades