Not being offered any guidance, Maggwyn comes back with a decent amount of food and debates sharing or not. She watches Eren get rations out for all the others, then shrugs and keeps what will fill her and hands out the rest to go with the rations. "Don't want you all dying on an empty stomach on my account."
"Warm ale? Now that's definitely more my speed." She eyes Fenton and is about to cut him down with some sarcasm, but as he says he isn't good at it, she sighs and decides to wait for another time. She was enjoying herself by the fire and being successful at gathering some food.
"So what's next for the rest of you once we have seen Eren to his location? You all have destinations? We know Fazil here is heading to the capital, what about the rest of ya?"
"Thanks." Fazil accepts the rations as eating to fill up his empty stomach.
"Yes, yes, it is all about the meteor anymore isn't? The world is almost unrecognizable anymore from what it once was. I know the capital quite well, actually. Been hunting amongst the wreckage for years." Maggwyn stares into the fire, not looking at anyone, taking sips from her ale.
Fazil peaks upon hearing this, "Then, I'll need your help if we end up heading to the capital together. In exchange, I can offer you my service in either the arcane itself or crafting in anything related to Alchemy, Herbalism, and treating poisons." He didn't want to cause Eren to be more worried than he already is with him if he were to mention he could also make poison. Hopefully, Maggwyn get the hint.
"Well it sounds like most of us are heading into the capital for one reason or another, we should try and work together, at least until we under the dangers we face"
Fenton smiles at those around him "what do you all say, form a merry band of cautious misfits?"
As the party managed to speak around the fire and drink ale. Eren long asleep in the wagon they can hear... Some rustling in the bushes. Bursting through are three individuals making way no attempt made at stealth but they look.. Tired and already defeated. Three humans, a woman with leather armor, short brown hair a bit tom boysish. She has a long bow on her back and a short sword to her side. Next to her is a fanciful man with dirty brown hair wearing breastplate with a full length rapier at his side. Between them is a man stumbling slightly, the stumbling man is the largest. He is wearing a long cloak over his body his face and arm hidden. Bits of his greaves reveal he is wearing fine make heavy Splintmail. As they look the party they can hear a rumbling stomach. As they look to all of them they look to the food around albeit Eren hadn't left enough rations for extra and not enough extra food was collected for more. (Course there are rations in you're starting gear.)
"Hey.."
The lady says looking to the group surprised the man looks to them as his own stomach rumbles.
"I know this rude.. and untoward but... May we perhaps join? If you have any more I mean... I'd be willing to part with my breastplate.. I've nothing else to offer I'm afraid. I should be more polite.. My name is Ludwig Von Griff, this burly man is my friend Rikard Vos."
The woman held her stomach covered in cuts and bruises.
"I just want to fix this mess." Dabbert says in regard to his journey into Drakkenheim as he stands in the periphery of the fire, sipping ale and watching the world around them for whatever wandering problem may come their way. He remains vigilant, pacing the fire, trying to keep his eyes away from the light of the flames as to maintain his night vision. He has little to say about it after that, at least for the moment. He listens to the banter and nods when Sinak offers up four hours of watch. "I'll stand my fair share. Two hours. Four if needed, unless someone else wants to take a shift. I can rest in the cart in the morning if uh...need be."
Dabbert steels himself, raising his shield and locking his spear into the notch on the side as the bushes rattle and then people emerge into the firelight. He gets close, planning to block them from doing anything foolish.
"Sorry uh...friends." Dabbert says, maintaining the barrier between them and the rest of the party. "We've already had one squabble today and, as you see, I'm a bit on edge. You there..."
He points to the big guy, Rikard....
"Lets uh...see your face. Don't reach for any weapons. I'd see them laid down nice and slow, one at a time, starting with Rikard, once I've seen his face. When we have weapons on the ground and I've seen some uh...faces...we can discuss sharing some food and safety. But you'll have to understand that these are dangerous roads and I'm not trusting anyone today. Don't worry. Whatever you set down you can have back later."
He glances over his shoulder, at Eren and the rest of the team, hoping they agree with him...
"What happened?" He asks the woman gently, seeing her injuries. No matter what, though, he keeps his defensive stance.
"As long as you mean us no harm, we would be welcome to share our food, not that we have a lot to go around. I may even be able to heal some of those wounds. I do agree with my friend here, we have already had some trouble and dont want anymore"
Fazil, hearing this, didn't need to think twice and knew what they were talking about. He didn't comment, not when he was making it difficult for everyone to hide his face. So he will stay silent.
While obvious to everyone that she is a Flamekeeper from her white robes and hood, and her habit of keeping her eyes downcast or lifted to whatever source of light might be most evident, Thuribula has clearly had some military training beyond this, with chainmail armor securely worn underneath her robes, and a warhammer and shield at the ready among her possessions. Nevertheless, not once has anyone seen her reach for them...yet.
Coarse language and statements of doubtful faith she mainly ignores, her reserve seeming to indicate not shyness, but a sort of resignation that she has traveled beyond her known environs and their ways, and must put up with a thousand things that would have shocked her sensibilities just a few years prior. Her reason for this willingness to endure outside of her comfort zone, though, she keeps hidden.
After graciously thanking the others for their skill in routing the bandits that met them on the road, she had in time spoken at length with Eren about Fazil and the risks he posed, though ultimately both of them refrained, for now, from confronting the suspicious mage with the hidden face.
Around Fenton's magical fire as they camped that night, she gratefully accepted Eren's rations and Maggwyn's supplemental scraps as her own hunting proved inadequate. Though noncommittal about the party's discussion of plans to form a group to travel to the capital once they reached Emberwood, she did not flat out reject the idea as one might expect a Flamekeeper to do in such company. That sense of resignation has seemed only to grow since the fireside conversation. Nevertheless, she engages with the others at the fire side in a friendly manner, though she does remind Fenton that the church itself is not divided; its legitimate authorities have excommunicated Lucretia and officially repudiated her teachings. While the common people may not always know what's going on or what the official stance is, there is no confusion on the matter in Elyria.
Now, confronted by another strange party on the road, Thuribula stands this time, climbing from the wagon so that the newcomers can see her robes and know who she is, but she remains silent and waits for Dabbert to handle the safety of the situation before she interferes...
Ludwig flinched at Dabbert almost reaching for his rapier but Endra places an arm in front of him as she speaks up.
"It's okay Ludwig, we saw a group of bandits too... Robbed us of everything we had left except our weapons and armor.
Ludwig points to Fazil as Dabbert ask to see Rikard's face as he speaks up now his rapier sheathed.
"Some of us would rather keep our faces hidden I think you're friend may feel that sentiment."
Endra looks around the campfire before taking a breath.
"Rikard... We'll show his face.. But can we see that gentleman's? So we all know what's going on..."
"You sure Endra?"
"If they trust us to unconceal.. We should trust them. Besides all we have to pay with is Breastplate."
"Endra.. This Breastplate is actually rather fine armor."
Dabbert ask for them to set their weapons to the ground. They sheath them with hands raised, but seeing as they just been robbed.. They too aren't eager to be completely unarmed around strangers certainly with one hooded as well and outnumbered. Eren however still seems to be asleep during this.
Ludwig and Endra's face seem rather intense until Fenton offers some healing. Her eyes light up.
"You know healing? Can you heal sickness? If so what kind? Please.. I may not have money but I have info of Emberwood.. Drakkenheim I'd do anything if you can help Rikard."
Ludwig examine's Thurbula's holy symbol and than.. Upon Fentons wings.
"Silver Order...? Or Falling Fire?"
Ludwig ask unsure of whom they may be dealing with.
OOC I know I said I'd hold off till tomorrow but I didn't realize Constance had posted so I went ahead ^^
Also Eren would have agree with Thurbula greatly on Fazil and the risk he was imposing. As Mageborn concealed are often a bad omen for things to come.
Eren would also tell Thurbula that only Elryia has cut off Luca (Calling her for short.) That in Emberwood and what's left of Westamar/Drakkenheim they consider her no heathen but do not consider the Silver Order to be unjust as well. They instead remain neutral meaning that on Westamar's land Luca is seen by many just as holy as the Silver Order itself which of course angers the Silver Order and Elyria immensely.
Maggwyn stands when the newcomers come but only huffs when the others start helping. She'd had enough of that and after the run in earlier, she didn't really trust their cover story. So she watches, with the fire to her back, tail twitching as exchanges are made.
Sinak also stands casually and watches the interplay, his lean muscles tensed and at the ready. “Info about Emberwood? Interesting. Please, tell us where you have come from and where are you going, on the road at this hour of night?”
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Fazil has his wand out, ready to cast any spell when needed.
"I have reason to cover my face. Maybe you also have one, but it seems you've less of a dangerous reason than mine to reveal your face if you're so easy to reveal your face upon revealing mine. What to say you're not just here to scout us out for information? You see everyone's face here already, and you just happen to see someone in your group with their face covered. Maybe you're here to discover my identity and send this information to those behind you. Also..." He looks at Fenton. "I won't tell you what not to do, as that would make me a hypocrite. Not to mention, their information on Emberwood might not be 100% legit." Then, he looks back at the other group. "I don't think any of us here even want the Breastplate. It could be cursed, for that matter, once one of us puts it on."
Fazil focuses on his sense of hearing, checking if others are lying in the shadows.
Fenton stands ready to help the newcomers "A sole between two worlds, a sole blessed by the sacred flame who seeks the truth for his father"
He looks back at Fazil, then back to the new comers "I appreciate your caution as much as ours, however our hooded friend has already proven to be no harm to us. I am not skilled enough to heal sickness, however if you are injured I can heal those wounds" Fenton slowly approaches the new comers offering his healing
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As Sinak ask for info Endra nudges to Rikard slightly.
"Sure, I can tell you whatever I know... Rikard's sick though he needs to be healed.. If you can."
Ludwig does answer Sinak's questions on what they were doing and where they are going.
"Leaving, Drakkenheim and Emberwood. We were a party of five starting, Drakkenheim.. It breaks you and we made a mistake coming here."
Ludwig can't help but chuckle on the cursed breastplate comment as he adjust said armor upon himself.
"If I had those kinda powers I'd have made more useful items... But I must admit if you can't show your face.. I won't reveal Rikards. You can always sell the Breastplate at Emberwood. You don't have to wear it or directly touch it and Tobias will buy it for 200 gold. Even though in reality it's worth 400 gold."
As Fazil looks around he see's no sign of an ambush, Rikard looks not at all ready to move and he even seems to be breathing heavily behind that cloak. Endra lets out a soft but understanding sigh to Fenton.
"For... Food and just able to camp close enough to keep bandits I will still tell you what we know. I apperiate the offer though and it isn't lost on me, thank you ser angel. But I do ask again.. Are you Silver Order? Or Falling Fire?"
OOC I shall PM Maggwyn her insight roll results as only she'd be seeing.
Maggwyn visibly relaxes as she gets a better read of the group, and then motions for them to come closer. "Here, come by the fire and warm yourselves. And do tell, what brought you to Drakkenheim in the first place?"
Endra and Ludwig look surprised but Thurbula and Fenton seem to be enough to sit down as they await an answer on Faling Fire or Silver Order. Endra grabs Rikard's hand and sits down next to Ludwig. She offers a slight smile as she looks to Maggwyn.
"Thanks.. and at first? For me anyway... Making money to pay off an old debt to a loan shark. Honestly.. I'll take my chances back at home."
Ludwig sits beside as well and looks to Maggwyn's horns and tails as his stomach growls.
For me... I was looking for my family's deed in Drakkenheim. Lots of noble deeds were lost.. And any traces of Von Kussel family if I could it's my duty as a noble.
"I am neither, I am a follower of the sacred flame, but I am not a military combatant. Though I seek the truth, I fear the Falling fire may not be preaching it, however I am willing to listen once I explore the city" Fenton will tend to any physical wounds he can
((Not 100% sure I got that right. From my understanding the silver order is the military branch of the sacred flame, where the falling fire is an off splintered off after the meteor fell))
"You're like Flame Keeper Hannah than? A cleric here at Westamar? Not Silver Order.. Or from Elyria? Not with Lucretia or Theodore? Interesting..."
OOC The Silver Order is the holy empire of the Sacred Flame from Elyria and they embody the traditional religion. While they have an army many consider them to properly represent the Sacred Flame even those in Westamar/Drakkenheim. However recently they have claimed to be independent to stay out of politics and many simply call themselves the church of the Sacred Flame to avoid political backlash.
The Falling Fire is an offshoot of the religion after the Meteor fell that Lucretia was able to successfully predict garnering her followers.
So does anyone offer Endra and Ludwig and Rikard food from their rations? As without waking Eren up there isn't enough around unless given from you're own backpack.
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I shall post later! I could have earlier but wanna give the party a chance to RP/Post but I will post later.
"Thanks." Fazil accepts the rations as eating to fill up his empty stomach.
"Yes, yes, it is all about the meteor anymore isn't? The world is almost unrecognizable anymore from what it once was. I know the capital quite well, actually. Been hunting amongst the wreckage for years." Maggwyn stares into the fire, not looking at anyone, taking sips from her ale.
Fazil peaks upon hearing this, "Then, I'll need your help if we end up heading to the capital together. In exchange, I can offer you my service in either the arcane itself or crafting in anything related to Alchemy, Herbalism, and treating poisons." He didn't want to cause Eren to be more worried than he already is with him if he were to mention he could also make poison. Hopefully, Maggwyn get the hint.
"Well it sounds like most of us are heading into the capital for one reason or another, we should try and work together, at least until we under the dangers we face"
Fenton smiles at those around him "what do you all say, form a merry band of cautious misfits?"
As the party managed to speak around the fire and drink ale. Eren long asleep in the wagon they can hear... Some rustling in the bushes. Bursting through are three individuals making way no attempt made at stealth but they look.. Tired and already defeated. Three humans, a woman with leather armor, short brown hair a bit tom boysish. She has a long bow on her back and a short sword to her side. Next to her is a fanciful man with dirty brown hair wearing breastplate with a full length rapier at his side. Between them is a man stumbling slightly, the stumbling man is the largest. He is wearing a long cloak over his body his face and arm hidden. Bits of his greaves reveal he is wearing fine make heavy Splintmail. As they look the party they can hear a rumbling stomach. As they look to all of them they look to the food around albeit Eren hadn't left enough rations for extra and not enough extra food was collected for more. (Course there are rations in you're starting gear.)
"Hey.."
The lady says looking to the group surprised the man looks to them as his own stomach rumbles.
"I know this rude.. and untoward but... May we perhaps join? If you have any more I mean... I'd be willing to part with my breastplate.. I've nothing else to offer I'm afraid. I should be more polite.. My name is Ludwig Von Griff, this burly man is my friend Rikard Vos."
The woman held her stomach covered in cuts and bruises.
"Endra.. Endra Jansen."
"I just want to fix this mess." Dabbert says in regard to his journey into Drakkenheim as he stands in the periphery of the fire, sipping ale and watching the world around them for whatever wandering problem may come their way. He remains vigilant, pacing the fire, trying to keep his eyes away from the light of the flames as to maintain his night vision. He has little to say about it after that, at least for the moment. He listens to the banter and nods when Sinak offers up four hours of watch. "I'll stand my fair share. Two hours. Four if needed, unless someone else wants to take a shift. I can rest in the cart in the morning if uh...need be."
Dabbert steels himself, raising his shield and locking his spear into the notch on the side as the bushes rattle and then people emerge into the firelight. He gets close, planning to block them from doing anything foolish.
"Sorry uh...friends." Dabbert says, maintaining the barrier between them and the rest of the party. "We've already had one squabble today and, as you see, I'm a bit on edge. You there..."
He points to the big guy, Rikard....
"Lets uh...see your face. Don't reach for any weapons. I'd see them laid down nice and slow, one at a time, starting with Rikard, once I've seen his face. When we have weapons on the ground and I've seen some uh...faces...we can discuss sharing some food and safety. But you'll have to understand that these are dangerous roads and I'm not trusting anyone today. Don't worry. Whatever you set down you can have back later."
He glances over his shoulder, at Eren and the rest of the team, hoping they agree with him...
"What happened?" He asks the woman gently, seeing her injuries. No matter what, though, he keeps his defensive stance.
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"As long as you mean us no harm, we would be welcome to share our food, not that we have a lot to go around. I may even be able to heal some of those wounds. I do agree with my friend here, we have already had some trouble and dont want anymore"
Fazil, hearing this, didn't need to think twice and knew what they were talking about. He didn't comment, not when he was making it difficult for everyone to hide his face. So he will stay silent.
While obvious to everyone that she is a Flamekeeper from her white robes and hood, and her habit of keeping her eyes downcast or lifted to whatever source of light might be most evident, Thuribula has clearly had some military training beyond this, with chainmail armor securely worn underneath her robes, and a warhammer and shield at the ready among her possessions. Nevertheless, not once has anyone seen her reach for them...yet.
Coarse language and statements of doubtful faith she mainly ignores, her reserve seeming to indicate not shyness, but a sort of resignation that she has traveled beyond her known environs and their ways, and must put up with a thousand things that would have shocked her sensibilities just a few years prior. Her reason for this willingness to endure outside of her comfort zone, though, she keeps hidden.
After graciously thanking the others for their skill in routing the bandits that met them on the road, she had in time spoken at length with Eren about Fazil and the risks he posed, though ultimately both of them refrained, for now, from confronting the suspicious mage with the hidden face.
Around Fenton's magical fire as they camped that night, she gratefully accepted Eren's rations and Maggwyn's supplemental scraps as her own hunting proved inadequate. Though noncommittal about the party's discussion of plans to form a group to travel to the capital once they reached Emberwood, she did not flat out reject the idea as one might expect a Flamekeeper to do in such company. That sense of resignation has seemed only to grow since the fireside conversation. Nevertheless, she engages with the others at the fire side in a friendly manner, though she does remind Fenton that the church itself is not divided; its legitimate authorities have excommunicated Lucretia and officially repudiated her teachings. While the common people may not always know what's going on or what the official stance is, there is no confusion on the matter in Elyria.
Now, confronted by another strange party on the road, Thuribula stands this time, climbing from the wagon so that the newcomers can see her robes and know who she is, but she remains silent and waits for Dabbert to handle the safety of the situation before she interferes...
Ludwig flinched at Dabbert almost reaching for his rapier but Endra places an arm in front of him as she speaks up.
"It's okay Ludwig, we saw a group of bandits too... Robbed us of everything we had left except our weapons and armor.
Ludwig points to Fazil as Dabbert ask to see Rikard's face as he speaks up now his rapier sheathed.
"Some of us would rather keep our faces hidden I think you're friend may feel that sentiment."
Endra looks around the campfire before taking a breath.
"Rikard... We'll show his face.. But can we see that gentleman's? So we all know what's going on..."
"You sure Endra?"
"If they trust us to unconceal.. We should trust them. Besides all we have to pay with is Breastplate."
"Endra.. This Breastplate is actually rather fine armor."
Dabbert ask for them to set their weapons to the ground. They sheath them with hands raised, but seeing as they just been robbed.. They too aren't eager to be completely unarmed around strangers certainly with one hooded as well and outnumbered. Eren however still seems to be asleep during this.
Ludwig and Endra's face seem rather intense until Fenton offers some healing. Her eyes light up.
"You know healing? Can you heal sickness? If so what kind? Please.. I may not have money but I have info of Emberwood.. Drakkenheim I'd do anything if you can help Rikard."
Ludwig examine's Thurbula's holy symbol and than.. Upon Fentons wings.
"Silver Order...? Or Falling Fire?"
Ludwig ask unsure of whom they may be dealing with.
OOC
I know I said I'd hold off till tomorrow but I didn't realize Constance had posted so I went ahead ^^
Also Eren would have agree with Thurbula greatly on Fazil and the risk he was imposing. As Mageborn concealed are often a bad omen for things to come.
Eren would also tell Thurbula that only Elryia has cut off Luca (Calling her for short.) That in Emberwood and what's left of Westamar/Drakkenheim they consider her no heathen but do not consider the Silver Order to be unjust as well. They instead remain neutral meaning that on Westamar's land Luca is seen by many just as holy as the Silver Order itself which of course angers the Silver Order and Elyria immensely.
Maggwyn stands when the newcomers come but only huffs when the others start helping. She'd had enough of that and after the run in earlier, she didn't really trust their cover story. So she watches, with the fire to her back, tail twitching as exchanges are made.
Insight on the newcomers: 17
Sinak also stands casually and watches the interplay, his lean muscles tensed and at the ready. “Info about Emberwood? Interesting. Please, tell us where you have come from and where are you going, on the road at this hour of night?”
Fazil has his wand out, ready to cast any spell when needed.
"I have reason to cover my face. Maybe you also have one, but it seems you've less of a dangerous reason than mine to reveal your face if you're so easy to reveal your face upon revealing mine. What to say you're not just here to scout us out for information? You see everyone's face here already, and you just happen to see someone in your group with their face covered. Maybe you're here to discover my identity and send this information to those behind you. Also..." He looks at Fenton. "I won't tell you what not to do, as that would make me a hypocrite. Not to mention, their information on Emberwood might not be 100% legit." Then, he looks back at the other group. "I don't think any of us here even want the Breastplate. It could be cursed, for that matter, once one of us puts it on."
Fazil focuses on his sense of hearing, checking if others are lying in the shadows.
Perception Check: 15
Fenton stands ready to help the newcomers "A sole between two worlds, a sole blessed by the sacred flame who seeks the truth for his father"
He looks back at Fazil, then back to the new comers "I appreciate your caution as much as ours, however our hooded friend has already proven to be no harm to us. I am not skilled enough to heal sickness, however if you are injured I can heal those wounds" Fenton slowly approaches the new comers offering his healing
As Sinak ask for info Endra nudges to Rikard slightly.
"Sure, I can tell you whatever I know... Rikard's sick though he needs to be healed.. If you can."
Ludwig does answer Sinak's questions on what they were doing and where they are going.
"Leaving, Drakkenheim and Emberwood. We were a party of five starting, Drakkenheim.. It breaks you and we made a mistake coming here."
Ludwig can't help but chuckle on the cursed breastplate comment as he adjust said armor upon himself.
"If I had those kinda powers I'd have made more useful items... But I must admit if you can't show your face.. I won't reveal Rikards. You can always sell the Breastplate at Emberwood. You don't have to wear it or directly touch it and Tobias will buy it for 200 gold. Even though in reality it's worth 400 gold."
As Fazil looks around he see's no sign of an ambush, Rikard looks not at all ready to move and he even seems to be breathing heavily behind that cloak. Endra lets out a soft but understanding sigh to Fenton.
"For... Food and just able to camp close enough to keep bandits I will still tell you what we know. I apperiate the offer though and it isn't lost on me, thank you ser angel. But I do ask again.. Are you Silver Order? Or Falling Fire?"
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I shall PM Maggwyn her insight roll results as only she'd be seeing.
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Maggwyn visibly relaxes as she gets a better read of the group, and then motions for them to come closer. "Here, come by the fire and warm yourselves. And do tell, what brought you to Drakkenheim in the first place?"
Endra and Ludwig look surprised but Thurbula and Fenton seem to be enough to sit down as they await an answer on Faling Fire or Silver Order. Endra grabs Rikard's hand and sits down next to Ludwig. She offers a slight smile as she looks to Maggwyn.
"Thanks.. and at first? For me anyway... Making money to pay off an old debt to a loan shark. Honestly.. I'll take my chances back at home."
Ludwig sits beside as well and looks to Maggwyn's horns and tails as his stomach growls.
For me... I was looking for my family's deed in Drakkenheim. Lots of noble deeds were lost.. And any traces of Von Kussel family if I could it's my duty as a noble.
"I am neither, I am a follower of the sacred flame, but I am not a military combatant. Though I seek the truth, I fear the Falling fire may not be preaching it, however I am willing to listen once I explore the city" Fenton will tend to any physical wounds he can
((Not 100% sure I got that right. From my understanding the silver order is the military branch of the sacred flame, where the falling fire is an off splintered off after the meteor fell))
Endra looks to Fenton as he answers the question.
"You're like Flame Keeper Hannah than? A cleric here at Westamar? Not Silver Order.. Or from Elyria? Not with Lucretia or Theodore? Interesting..."
OOC
The Silver Order is the holy empire of the Sacred Flame from Elyria and they embody the traditional religion. While they have an army many consider them to properly represent the Sacred Flame even those in Westamar/Drakkenheim. However recently they have claimed to be independent to stay out of politics and many simply call themselves the church of the Sacred Flame to avoid political backlash.
The Falling Fire is an offshoot of the religion after the Meteor fell that Lucretia was able to successfully predict garnering her followers.
So does anyone offer Endra and Ludwig and Rikard food from their rations? As without waking Eren up there isn't enough around unless given from you're own backpack.