"He is indeed very pretty" Kyve chuckles at Wallis' comment, looking out of the window as the city passes them by, through the small window the Cracks are disappearing as the carriage takes them into the Hoest District, a clear step up from the Cracks where the roads are properly paved, the walls look cleaner and the people are better dressed and behaved. Mostly dedicated to housing workers the streets are fairly quiet now as most people are going about the work routine but there are a few people who move out of the way of the respectable looking carriage.
Over time the surroundings start to change again as the carriage starts to move uphill, the Valias from it's commanding view of the city rises up above all the eastern and southern parts of the city where the Cracks are found, and the horses have to work a little harder. The carriage moves unchallenged through a large gateway which marks the official start of the district from this direction and a squad of the Watch, who appear like a completely different group here, shining spears standing to attention in immaculate uniforms, wave them through with a friendly but respectful greeting. The beautifully paved streets, let the horses glide along, the buildings are scrupulously clean, most with flowers hanging from gables and windowsills, the shops the see are beautifully decorated and the homes grand. Dominating all things as they approach are twin buildings both marvels of engineering and power; The palace of Empress Farel art'Utain and the High Temple of Pholtus, God of Light and Law.
To be a citizen of Dzendalin is to live in the shade of these towers, a perpetual reminder to the twin forces of might in the land, the brutal strength of the armies of the Empress and the divine mandate of the Highest God, Pholtus, a stern but just god, whose clerics are spread throughout the land, bringing his teachings to every corner of the empire, but more at home in civilisation than the wilderness.
The streets pass, the houses and shops grow increasingly grand, and the shadow of the temple starts to fall across their route, Kyve for once seems in awe of his surroundings and it is easy to see why, the temple stands as a white spike into the sky, the base is several hundred feet square but the height dwarfs the width, those who have been inside understand that only the lower half is actually used, but it is still an imposing structure, the upper half is a creation entirely to prove a point, the tower stands a hands breath lower than the highest tower of the Imperial Palace which no building can be higher than, the leaders of the church flexing their figurative muscles to emphasize the importance of the church in the empire as a whole.
After many minutes more in which the tower looms ever closer the carriage stops, Marike jumps down, opens the door allowing first Kit and then the others down in front of the path to the temple. In another attempt at proving their greatness all visitors to the temple must walk past a series of reliefs detailing the fabulous history of the church, carved in marble in a classical style. Combined they are a breathtaking work of art and fully deserve attention, acolytes of the temple prostrate themselves in front of them on a regular basis as they reflect on the great works of their predecessors and holy knights of the church stand guard at all times.
The party are assembled at the start of the parade towards the temple - how do they all choose to behave as they approach the pinnacle of religion in Dzenda?
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Kit glides out of the carriage, the picture of sophisticated grace. She waits for one of the gentlemen to take her arm before walking along the path(?) of reliefs with the appropriate mixture of reverence and poise, careful to pace her gate and keep her posture regal enough to give off an undeniable sense of authority without seeming too arrogant. All in all, she seems completely calm, totally absorbed into the character.
Brock would step off the carriage and tip his hat towards the driver, moving as though there was a stick up his butt. His posture is very stiff and his face is fairly expressionless. As he walks around, he looks as though he is scrutinizing everything that catches his gaze while trying to perform every gesture he has ever witnessed anyone of importance make...
"I will say I do enjoy the smell up here," Valen comments as they enter the district. As they pass through the streets he looks out the window with mixed emotions. "I do appreciate the finer things in life and the money that comes along with it, but it sure would be nice if a bit more found it's way below," he says to no one in particular.
The warlock takes a moment from the shadows of the carriage to renew his visage. He then steps out and takes Kits hand. "M'lady," he says and begins the walk the two along the path toward the temple. "After all these years, I still admire the amazing things the church has accomplished... Wouldn't you say, dear?" He waves his had with a flourish towards the reliefs.
Kit smiles graciously. "Truly, it is a stunning feat, and a proof of Pholtus's greatness," she agrees airily. "The church has done so much good, I can hardly imagine what this city would be without it."
The comments of both Valen and Kit are overheard by one of the acolytes, a shaven headed man in his twenties with a regal face and penetrating grey eyes, as they walk past him, bowing his head slightly he smiles and quietly says "Blessings of the Lord of Light and Law to you all" he then returns to his reflections and the party move past.
As they near the temple itself they climb a flight of steps, a gentle rise, which allow for Kit to move easily despite her dress. The eight men and women in half plate stand motionless, ferocious spears polished to a mirror shine in two lines of four , facing each other to create a corridor which the party file past. As the do they enter the temple and are immediately dwarfed by the immensity of the hall, both vertically and horizontally the room is huge, a gigantic structure, dome in it's ceiling with an enormous mirrored finish reflecting the lights across the temple completely illuminating the room, with the intent of leaving not a single shadow.
The only piece of furniture is a pulpit and lectern the size of a small house, currently empty it is made of gold and marble, the open wings of an eagle hold the most sacred copy of the book of Pholtus, hundreds of ancient pages of sacred vellum, preserved through great care, and probably magic, through centuries of worship. A ring of high ranking priests surround the pulpit looking outward over the assembling faithful.
Probably more than two hundred people are currently already kneeling, each directly over a golden star marked on the floor to stop people from overcrowding, the party are ushered towards a particular line as they go through and they all take their places with a good view of the pulpit and the priests. "He isn't here yet it seems." Kyve whispers to Wallis as the closest to him. Even as the rogue speaks though another small group enters, being ushered to what appears to be a preferential area nearer to the centre. The men and woman are all dressed in the white robes with golden edging of Pholtus but they wear a broad sash of silver at their waist denoting rank. They all carry the rank of Prelate, two are older men, both in their fifties, grey haired but standing straight, looking strong and powerful, a young lady stands between them, her severely cropped hair framing a beautiful face and at the end of line as they take their places is a man of middling years, light brown hair, curly and wayward, green eyes and an aquiline profile. He has the look of an aristocrat, and carries himself with confidence and purpose. From Kyve's information he relayed to you on the ride over this is clearly Mrancsi.
Others start to filter in too and the spaces quickly start to fill, after several minutes the spaces between the two groups are disappearing and it seems from those who clearly have a better understanding that proceedings will soon start. Mrancsi and the others are all still in quiet conversation, occasionally a little bit of laughter comes from the group but they generally seem a reserved group.
OOC I'll give the party time to speak/act before I continue.
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Kit kneels carefully on a star, arranging her dress with what seems like practiced ease so that it isn't caught under anything. She watches the others around her subtly, making sure not to turn her head too much. Somebody watching her very closely might notice her hands tighten on her lap for a moment when the Prelates enter, but they quickly relax again, and she mostly seems to be the picture of a noble worshipper, acknowledging and respecting the power of Pholtus without giving up a shred of pride or dignity. She glances at the others to check on how they're doing.
Brock would follow along, his movements very still. "Great Scott! This place truly is impressive!" he would state as his eyes widen and he has to scramble to catch his monocle. He would then proceede to kneel in his designated spot, moving slowly as if his knees were in pain.
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OOC: Wreck you're hilarious! Saute and Books are Mr. and Mrs. Smith over here...
Wallis seems determined to be vigilant. Unaware of tge religious customs of the city as well as the Gods she stands in reverent silence near Kit but not in the way if anyone else wishing to worship. When Kyve speaks she shrugs adding in a whispering tone, "I don't even know what he looks like," she explains with a slight frown before looking over the gathering noble class that she has heard stories about but has never truly witness first hand. She does however take in aspects of the temple, she thinks to herself how garish and lements about home of a fleeting moment before focusing back on her silent vigilance.
Perception 24 Anyone staring or particularly curious about the party?
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Wallis doesn't notice any particular interest in the party the priests looking out back towards the worshippers are starting to ready themselves for the service and the worshippers are settling into position to receive the service from the High Prelate.
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"Blessings be with you, Deacon [or appropriate title of his apparent station]," Valen replies sincerely to the priest with a smile and slight bow of his head as they continue towards the gathering.
The nobleman continues to assist Kit down the aisle to their seats in a gentlemanly manner. Once Kit is seated, he kneels down himself, Valen leans in and whispers, "I do hope things move along quicker than what I remember. I was never much a fan of this when my parents drug me along." He turns back to watch the entrance of the Prelates taking note of their appearances in case they may come in handy. He turns back to Kit and gives a faint smile, and fidgets nervously a bit with something under his shirt - his crystal focus - as they wait.
(DM: Two things, 1) Any apparent guards in the wings looking over Mrancsi? Perception 1; 2) How long since we exited the carriage? Have an hour on my disguise.)
Valen notes that guards do not seem present in an obvious way anywhere, although he realises that the cleric's watching out from their positions surrounding the pulpit would all be capable of defending themselves.
The walk took about five or six minutes.
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Kit smiles back at Valen, using the turn of her head that the conversation elicits to get a look at the crowd on his side. "My mother brought me out to a few herself, I don't think that they've gotten too much briefer. I am sorry, Vincze." She smiles back faintly. "But no need to be so nervous, it's only a service. You're hardly going to rob the place, dear."
The group's observations continue for a short while until there is the sound of spears striking the floor in perfect unison. The faithful all fall silent immediately and the only noise is the sound of a single person walking down between the two sets of the congregation. As he passes the party to their right they can see, for the first time for many of them, the most high of the single most important religion in the Dzendan empire.
The aura he gives out is powerful, he is holiness and it radiates from him - the group feel warmed by his very presence and as he moves past them the loss is momentarily heartbreaking. A man of middle years he walks like a warrior, broad shoulders back, a stern regal face, shortly cropped blond hair and icy blue eyes that do not look to the sides but continue on staring towards the pulpit.
He ascends the steps and with the confidence of one who has no higher authority raises his hands up to draw attention to himself, in an entirely unnecessary act as nobody is looking anywhere else, he begins to speak somehow his voice easily carrying through the massive space even though he appears to be making no effort to project his voice.
The sermon he conducts is well prepared, and delivered with great skill, he speaks of the responsibility of leaders to lead through example to bring with them the unfortunates who have no had the privileges of wealth an power but never to allow that to be an excuse for ill deeds. He teaches of the need for order and law, and that while compassion is valuable it cannot be put ahead of the need for a fair and just society. He times his speech well, hitting key notes with gravitas and charisma but no humour or frivolity.
As the sermon concludes the congregation, kneeling throughout join him in the trinity of prayers to Pholtus that all worshippers would know.
Religion Checks please :) If you roll below DC12 then roll Deception to bluff your lack of knowledge (also DC12)
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Brock would adjust his monocle as though trying to zoom in on the man as he gave his sermon. (Religion 11) As the people around him would react and sing, Brock would cringe and hold his knee before attempting to sing along as closely as he could, completing the words to the best of his ability... completing what he thinks the others are saying so that he is not way behind the others...
(After these prayers, does it appear the congregation is going to be dismissed? Or, during the prayer are people lying prostrate? Is there anything Valen would know about casting spells in the church?)
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"He is indeed very pretty" Kyve chuckles at Wallis' comment, looking out of the window as the city passes them by, through the small window the Cracks are disappearing as the carriage takes them into the Hoest District, a clear step up from the Cracks where the roads are properly paved, the walls look cleaner and the people are better dressed and behaved. Mostly dedicated to housing workers the streets are fairly quiet now as most people are going about the work routine but there are a few people who move out of the way of the respectable looking carriage.
Over time the surroundings start to change again as the carriage starts to move uphill, the Valias from it's commanding view of the city rises up above all the eastern and southern parts of the city where the Cracks are found, and the horses have to work a little harder. The carriage moves unchallenged through a large gateway which marks the official start of the district from this direction and a squad of the Watch, who appear like a completely different group here, shining spears standing to attention in immaculate uniforms, wave them through with a friendly but respectful greeting. The beautifully paved streets, let the horses glide along, the buildings are scrupulously clean, most with flowers hanging from gables and windowsills, the shops the see are beautifully decorated and the homes grand. Dominating all things as they approach are twin buildings both marvels of engineering and power; The palace of Empress Farel art'Utain and the High Temple of Pholtus, God of Light and Law.
To be a citizen of Dzendalin is to live in the shade of these towers, a perpetual reminder to the twin forces of might in the land, the brutal strength of the armies of the Empress and the divine mandate of the Highest God, Pholtus, a stern but just god, whose clerics are spread throughout the land, bringing his teachings to every corner of the empire, but more at home in civilisation than the wilderness.
The streets pass, the houses and shops grow increasingly grand, and the shadow of the temple starts to fall across their route, Kyve for once seems in awe of his surroundings and it is easy to see why, the temple stands as a white spike into the sky, the base is several hundred feet square but the height dwarfs the width, those who have been inside understand that only the lower half is actually used, but it is still an imposing structure, the upper half is a creation entirely to prove a point, the tower stands a hands breath lower than the highest tower of the Imperial Palace which no building can be higher than, the leaders of the church flexing their figurative muscles to emphasize the importance of the church in the empire as a whole.
After many minutes more in which the tower looms ever closer the carriage stops, Marike jumps down, opens the door allowing first Kit and then the others down in front of the path to the temple. In another attempt at proving their greatness all visitors to the temple must walk past a series of reliefs detailing the fabulous history of the church, carved in marble in a classical style. Combined they are a breathtaking work of art and fully deserve attention, acolytes of the temple prostrate themselves in front of them on a regular basis as they reflect on the great works of their predecessors and holy knights of the church stand guard at all times.
The party are assembled at the start of the parade towards the temple - how do they all choose to behave as they approach the pinnacle of religion in Dzenda?
Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
DM - Dzenda: The Cracks - DM - Dzenda: Whispered Tales
Kit glides out of the carriage, the picture of sophisticated grace. She waits for one of the gentlemen to take her arm before walking along the path(?) of reliefs with the appropriate mixture of reverence and poise, careful to pace her gate and keep her posture regal enough to give off an undeniable sense of authority without seeming too arrogant. All in all, she seems completely calm, totally absorbed into the character.
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Kat, Medtech, Cyberpunk: Red
Shi, Changeling Bard 4 (College of Spirits), Tyrant's Grasp
Dani, Human Artificer 9 (Armorer), Skulls and Starships
DM, Project Point (Teams Scimitar and Longsword)
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Wallis remains alert keeping an eye on Kit as well as the group but mostly those around them trying not to look overwhelmed by the scenery.
OOC: Any way we as players can get a Pantheon break down of your world?
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Brock would step off the carriage and tip his hat towards the driver, moving as though there was a stick up his butt. His posture is very stiff and his face is fairly expressionless. As he walks around, he looks as though he is scrutinizing everything that catches his gaze while trying to perform every gesture he has ever witnessed anyone of importance make...
"I will say I do enjoy the smell up here," Valen comments as they enter the district. As they pass through the streets he looks out the window with mixed emotions. "I do appreciate the finer things in life and the money that comes along with it, but it sure would be nice if a bit more found it's way below," he says to no one in particular.
The warlock takes a moment from the shadows of the carriage to renew his visage. He then steps out and takes Kits hand. "M'lady," he says and begins the walk the two along the path toward the temple. "After all these years, I still admire the amazing things the church has accomplished... Wouldn't you say, dear?" He waves his had with a flourish towards the reliefs.
Kit smiles graciously. "Truly, it is a stunning feat, and a proof of Pholtus's greatness," she agrees airily. "The church has done so much good, I can hardly imagine what this city would be without it."
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Kat, Medtech, Cyberpunk: Red
Shi, Changeling Bard 4 (College of Spirits), Tyrant's Grasp
Dani, Human Artificer 9 (Armorer), Skulls and Starships
DM, Project Point (Teams Scimitar and Longsword)
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The comments of both Valen and Kit are overheard by one of the acolytes, a shaven headed man in his twenties with a regal face and penetrating grey eyes, as they walk past him, bowing his head slightly he smiles and quietly says "Blessings of the Lord of Light and Law to you all" he then returns to his reflections and the party move past.
As they near the temple itself they climb a flight of steps, a gentle rise, which allow for Kit to move easily despite her dress. The eight men and women in half plate stand motionless, ferocious spears polished to a mirror shine in two lines of four , facing each other to create a corridor which the party file past. As the do they enter the temple and are immediately dwarfed by the immensity of the hall, both vertically and horizontally the room is huge, a gigantic structure, dome in it's ceiling with an enormous mirrored finish reflecting the lights across the temple completely illuminating the room, with the intent of leaving not a single shadow.
The only piece of furniture is a pulpit and lectern the size of a small house, currently empty it is made of gold and marble, the open wings of an eagle hold the most sacred copy of the book of Pholtus, hundreds of ancient pages of sacred vellum, preserved through great care, and probably magic, through centuries of worship. A ring of high ranking priests surround the pulpit looking outward over the assembling faithful.
Probably more than two hundred people are currently already kneeling, each directly over a golden star marked on the floor to stop people from overcrowding, the party are ushered towards a particular line as they go through and they all take their places with a good view of the pulpit and the priests. "He isn't here yet it seems." Kyve whispers to Wallis as the closest to him. Even as the rogue speaks though another small group enters, being ushered to what appears to be a preferential area nearer to the centre. The men and woman are all dressed in the white robes with golden edging of Pholtus but they wear a broad sash of silver at their waist denoting rank. They all carry the rank of Prelate, two are older men, both in their fifties, grey haired but standing straight, looking strong and powerful, a young lady stands between them, her severely cropped hair framing a beautiful face and at the end of line as they take their places is a man of middling years, light brown hair, curly and wayward, green eyes and an aquiline profile. He has the look of an aristocrat, and carries himself with confidence and purpose. From Kyve's information he relayed to you on the ride over this is clearly Mrancsi.
Others start to filter in too and the spaces quickly start to fill, after several minutes the spaces between the two groups are disappearing and it seems from those who clearly have a better understanding that proceedings will soon start. Mrancsi and the others are all still in quiet conversation, occasionally a little bit of laughter comes from the group but they generally seem a reserved group.
OOC I'll give the party time to speak/act before I continue.
Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
DM - Dzenda: The Cracks - DM - Dzenda: Whispered Tales
Kit kneels carefully on a star, arranging her dress with what seems like practiced ease so that it isn't caught under anything. She watches the others around her subtly, making sure not to turn her head too much. Somebody watching her very closely might notice her hands tighten on her lap for a moment when the Prelates enter, but they quickly relax again, and she mostly seems to be the picture of a noble worshipper, acknowledging and respecting the power of Pholtus without giving up a shred of pride or dignity. She glances at the others to check on how they're doing.
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Kat, Medtech, Cyberpunk: Red
Shi, Changeling Bard 4 (College of Spirits), Tyrant's Grasp
Dani, Human Artificer 9 (Armorer), Skulls and Starships
DM, Project Point (Teams Scimitar and Longsword)
Everything Else!
Brock would follow along, his movements very still. "Great Scott! This place truly is impressive!" he would state as his eyes widen and he has to scramble to catch his monocle. He would then proceede to kneel in his designated spot, moving slowly as if his knees were in pain.
OOC: Wreck you're hilarious! Saute and Books are Mr. and Mrs. Smith over here...
Wallis seems determined to be vigilant. Unaware of tge religious customs of the city as well as the Gods she stands in reverent silence near Kit but not in the way if anyone else wishing to worship. When Kyve speaks she shrugs adding in a whispering tone, "I don't even know what he looks like," she explains with a slight frown before looking over the gathering noble class that she has heard stories about but has never truly witness first hand. She does however take in aspects of the temple, she thinks to herself how garish and lements about home of a fleeting moment before focusing back on her silent vigilance.
Perception 24 Anyone staring or particularly curious about the party?
Sometimes a Nat 1 tells a better story than a Nat 20 ever could.
Wallis doesn't notice any particular interest in the party the priests looking out back towards the worshippers are starting to ready themselves for the service and the worshippers are settling into position to receive the service from the High Prelate.
Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
DM - Dzenda: The Cracks - DM - Dzenda: Whispered Tales
"Blessings be with you, Deacon [or appropriate title of his apparent station]," Valen replies sincerely to the priest with a smile and slight bow of his head as they continue towards the gathering.
The nobleman continues to assist Kit down the aisle to their seats in a gentlemanly manner. Once Kit is seated, he kneels down himself, Valen leans in and whispers, "I do hope things move along quicker than what I remember. I was never much a fan of this when my parents drug me along." He turns back to watch the entrance of the Prelates taking note of their appearances in case they may come in handy. He turns back to Kit and gives a faint smile, and fidgets nervously a bit with something under his shirt - his crystal focus - as they wait.
(DM: Two things, 1) Any apparent guards in the wings looking over Mrancsi? Perception 1; 2) How long since we exited the carriage? Have an hour on my disguise.)
Valen notes that guards do not seem present in an obvious way anywhere, although he realises that the cleric's watching out from their positions surrounding the pulpit would all be capable of defending themselves.
The walk took about five or six minutes.
Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
DM - Dzenda: The Cracks - DM - Dzenda: Whispered Tales
Kit smiles back at Valen, using the turn of her head that the conversation elicits to get a look at the crowd on his side. "My mother brought me out to a few herself, I don't think that they've gotten too much briefer. I am sorry, Vincze." She smiles back faintly. "But no need to be so nervous, it's only a service. You're hardly going to rob the place, dear."
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Kat, Medtech, Cyberpunk: Red
Shi, Changeling Bard 4 (College of Spirits), Tyrant's Grasp
Dani, Human Artificer 9 (Armorer), Skulls and Starships
DM, Project Point (Teams Scimitar and Longsword)
Everything Else!
The group's observations continue for a short while until there is the sound of spears striking the floor in perfect unison. The faithful all fall silent immediately and the only noise is the sound of a single person walking down between the two sets of the congregation. As he passes the party to their right they can see, for the first time for many of them, the most high of the single most important religion in the Dzendan empire.
The aura he gives out is powerful, he is holiness and it radiates from him - the group feel warmed by his very presence and as he moves past them the loss is momentarily heartbreaking. A man of middle years he walks like a warrior, broad shoulders back, a stern regal face, shortly cropped blond hair and icy blue eyes that do not look to the sides but continue on staring towards the pulpit.
He ascends the steps and with the confidence of one who has no higher authority raises his hands up to draw attention to himself, in an entirely unnecessary act as nobody is looking anywhere else, he begins to speak somehow his voice easily carrying through the massive space even though he appears to be making no effort to project his voice.
The sermon he conducts is well prepared, and delivered with great skill, he speaks of the responsibility of leaders to lead through example to bring with them the unfortunates who have no had the privileges of wealth an power but never to allow that to be an excuse for ill deeds. He teaches of the need for order and law, and that while compassion is valuable it cannot be put ahead of the need for a fair and just society. He times his speech well, hitting key notes with gravitas and charisma but no humour or frivolity.
As the sermon concludes the congregation, kneeling throughout join him in the trinity of prayers to Pholtus that all worshippers would know.
Religion Checks please :) If you roll below DC12 then roll Deception to bluff your lack of knowledge (also DC12)
Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
DM - Dzenda: The Cracks - DM - Dzenda: Whispered Tales
Kit does her best to project a faithful demeanor.
Religion: 4
Despite her total lack of knowledge about the church.
Deception! 16
OOC: Okay, that was close.
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Everything Else!
Brock would adjust his monocle as though trying to zoom in on the man as he gave his sermon. (Religion 11) As the people around him would react and sing, Brock would cringe and hold his knee before attempting to sing along as closely as he could, completing the words to the best of his ability... completing what he thinks the others are saying so that he is not way behind the others...
Deception... 8
Valen lets out an exhausted sigh as the sermon comes to the end. "Finally," he mutters under his breath.
Religion: 17
(Deception, if needed: 24)
Getting by so far, good job folks ;)
Valen has about 10 minutes left on his disguise self by the way.
Vhon - Level 2 Warlock - What shall become of the Drunken Sailor?
Lyreis - Level 6 Elf Fighter - Eberron: Omega
DM - Dzenda: The Cracks - DM - Dzenda: Whispered Tales
(After these prayers, does it appear the congregation is going to be dismissed? Or, during the prayer are people lying prostrate? Is there anything Valen would know about casting spells in the church?)