Post by Dragon Claire on Jun 9, 2014 19:38:51 GMT
Elandowyn enters the cathedral and approaches the Traldan shrine the hood of her robes drawn up over her head and covering all but the chin of the Githasian mask. She approaches as close as she can to the alter and kneels. She shudders as her memory flashes with kneeling at Hytalia's feet while enacting her life draining ritual. Taking her holy symbol in her hands and bowing low so her face touches the ground.
"Lady Tralda, thank you.
This battle has been long and hard and although it is not over yet it is with the luck and opportunities provided to me that I have been able to come so far. The people of Torrence are free and I have found a place in this world.
However misfortune has also befallen me. This mask that has been bound to me that has become part of me and allowed the heretic Primate to become me. It must be removed and I know not the way. I am asking those skilled with these arts and those of knowledge to find the nature of this mask and perhaps a means to remove it. I pray you aid them in this. With luck they may find clues to the answer. Give me the courage to bear this burden to the luck to find the answer myself.
And when the time comes to face Hytalia be standing at my shoulder and catch me should I fall into your arms.
Praise be to Tralda
Praise be to the Seven"
She remains in prayer and contemplation bowed on the floor of the alter for hours before one of the novices disturbs her to inform her that the priests are going to bed for the evening. She thanks the novice and bows before the alter before leaving.
((Elvish)) "My Lady, do not let her take me again"
"Lady Tralda, thank you.
This battle has been long and hard and although it is not over yet it is with the luck and opportunities provided to me that I have been able to come so far. The people of Torrence are free and I have found a place in this world.
However misfortune has also befallen me. This mask that has been bound to me that has become part of me and allowed the heretic Primate to become me. It must be removed and I know not the way. I am asking those skilled with these arts and those of knowledge to find the nature of this mask and perhaps a means to remove it. I pray you aid them in this. With luck they may find clues to the answer. Give me the courage to bear this burden to the luck to find the answer myself.
And when the time comes to face Hytalia be standing at my shoulder and catch me should I fall into your arms.
Praise be to Tralda
Praise be to the Seven"
She remains in prayer and contemplation bowed on the floor of the alter for hours before one of the novices disturbs her to inform her that the priests are going to bed for the evening. She thanks the novice and bows before the alter before leaving.
((Elvish)) "My Lady, do not let her take me again"