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Post by cjsolo on Nov 22, 2017 10:31:21 GMT -5
"If I were to have the kind of power that those we consider gods have, sacrifices would likely have little meaning to me unless my only desire as a god was to see the suffering of theliving and bloodshed. But I wasn't suggesting that the gods were discordant, I was suggesting that you are due to an inbalance with the four points." Sharara glances at the altar, then back to Rafael. "And that may be true, but is an extraordinary sacrifice the sort of thing you want to be remembered for? If you believe this is what one god wants you to do, just don't target anything living and sentient, leave the Kregen out of it, and don't make a spectical of it. This is for your you and your god, not Cynderfall."
Sharara opts to say nothing on the matter of the duel to the death that the Baron had ordered. She had thought a lot about it and she had not seen any option that ended well. In her momentary pause, Rafael keeps talking. Her silence lingers for a few seconds as she processes the fact that Rafael may have just given her a genuine compliment; something he has not done in a long time. "Thank you, Rafael. Remember, no sentient living creatures and keep it a private affair, alright?"
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Post by Raphael Relelhart on Nov 22, 2017 17:07:26 GMT -5
Raphael grins at Sharara.
“I hope you’ll attend. Maybe the goddess herself will appear and make a follower out of you as well. I’ll keep it private amongst the family and those who serve the four. A handful already know my intentions.”
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Post by cjsolo on Nov 22, 2017 20:54:54 GMT -5
Sharara hrumphs a little. "We'll see, but unlikely. My responsibilities are many and my spiritual path doesn't lay with The Four."
"i'll be waiting word on those things I've given you to do." She begins to turn to leave, then pauses. "One more thing, Rafael. I would appreciate it if, for now on, that you address me as Squire Sharara. It is who I am now, after all." Underlying her tonewas a faint hint of the finality of acceptance. She then turns to make her exit.
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Post by Raphael Relelhart on Nov 23, 2017 10:40:04 GMT -5
“Certainly my dove, Squire Sharara.” He says, giving her what she demanded. His face, practiced from years of emotionless objectivity, gave nothing away.
He doubted both of their capabilities, but thought more of her than Q’tar.
Raphael turns his attention back to the altar of the Four and wonders what the best course of action is to take.
Nobles who demand a title, but watch as their townspeople are sentenced to death and say nothing. Nobles who demand a title, but bring their settlement into personal dealings with twigs in the forest and cause battles within the city. Nobles who demand a title and disappear for months on end. Nobles who demand a title, but could never defend said title on their life. Nobles who demand a title, and very likely placed a bounty on his head. Nobles who arrested him twice without evidence and put him through the ringer of a several trials - for things he did not do.
He then starts to think about all the titles he would like to be referred to as: Paladin, Inquisitor, High Priest of Diedre, Vanquisher of Kriegan, Swims with Sirens, and the list goes on. He decided that the name Raphael carried enough strength on its own. He didn’t need the training wheels of a title to be respected. People knew the name Raphael and were fearful enough of what it meant on its own. The Relelharts were, as a family, growing stronger. Times were changing.
As Sharara leaves the temple his attitude becomes a little more solemn. This settlement was burning, and he was glad he didn’t call it Home.
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Post by Flare Amastacia-Daybow on Nov 23, 2017 13:48:58 GMT -5
Flare looks between the two, at first unsure of what to say, and finally asks, "What is this ritual?" She quickly glances between the Squire and Raphael, part of her still raging of what happened at his trial. She doubts her killer would invite her as well as the Squire if he intended her harm, but she is still skeptical and slightly unsettled in the pressence of the two of them.
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Post by Flare Amastacia-Daybow on Nov 23, 2017 13:49:56 GMT -5
[whoops, didn't realize there was a page two XD oof.]
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Post by Raphael Relelhart on Nov 25, 2017 10:10:00 GMT -5
Raphael grins broadly at Flare.
“I’m looking to please Diedre, the Goddess or Chaos, by offering her a living sacrifice. An abberant or something mutated would be my first choice. Though I think anything we could get our hands on would be great.”
Raphael gestures around the temple.
“She’s been here before. Shared visions with me. I hope to obtain her favor even more than I have already.”
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Post by Flare Amastacia-Daybow on Nov 26, 2017 22:09:46 GMT -5
At the mention of abberants, Flare's eyes flash and her ears perk. "My brother hunts abberant creatures. I don't know if he could help, but it might be worth asking."
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Post by Raphael Relelhart on Nov 26, 2017 23:21:46 GMT -5
Raphael nods at Flare.
"He's welcome to help us. But you heard the Squire's insistence on discretion. We can't have the whole settlement knowing about this."
He ponders about Vex and Flare.
"I was thinking about forming a special militant group to protect the Settlement. Neither of our nobles are inclined towards battle at all. I think that your skills and Vex's could be especially good for this."
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Post by Raphael Relelhart on Nov 30, 2017 21:28:37 GMT -5
Raphael ruffles Flare's hair and bows slightly before her as he bids her a short farewell.
He heads out into the marketplace.
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Post by Flare Amastacia-Daybow on Jan 5, 2018 0:53:22 GMT -5
Flare grimaces, straightens her hair, and wanders about Cynderfall.
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