I come out of the shadows. “Seems like you were doing a fine job mate. Didn’t want to interrupt. We should get back to bed before someone notices us gone.”
Quill and Demoiselle: After what feels like an eternity, Emungo returns, breathing hard and followed by a tall black man with braided hair trailing down his back to his waist. He is clearly wearing his night robes, but somehow still manages to look regal. "Step aside and let me look at him," he says in a deep baritone voice. He holds his right palm over the bite wounds on Simeon's chest, frowning in concentration. Light begins to flare out in tendrils from his hand, spreading and flowing across Simeon's whole body. It seems to be almost testing and feeling, searching for something. When it reaches down over the side of the bed and touches the two halves of the snake it glows white hot, recoiling in a hiss of power. The snake's body turns an angry red color and then bursts into flame, an unearthly fire that does not burn the bed or floor or produce heat, but entirely consumes the snakes' remains, then vanishes into nothingness.
Emungo watches in fear and awe. "What was that, Brother Annan?"
"That was no normal snake, and I'm sorry to say that the man is not poisoned by any venom that can be cured by a simple antidote or healing." Brother Annan places his hands on either side of Simeon's face. Closing his eyes and mumbling prayers and incantations under his breath for several minutes, suddenly he drops his hands and looks at you all sadly. "There is nothing more I can do for him." He orders you to move Simeon to the room at the end of the dormitory. "If he survives this, it will be at the will of the goddess," he intones. "The rest of you should get some sleep. There are a few hours left yet before we greet the dawn." He suggests you search the rectory tomorrow to try to learn how this creature got into the building. Then he leaves you.
Demoiselle sighed softly and laid a hand on Simeon's chest "Goddess be with you, mon frère. Get well soon." She murmured before slowly walking to the girls' dorm.
Warrel looks around, confused. "But, really, where are those other two?" He shakes his head and tells Quill to turn out the light as he climbs back into bed.
Everyone makes it to bed safely. The next morning Emungo starts waking everyone at half past fifthmorn bell. Dawn service begins at sixthmorn bell. There is fruit in the common room available. He grabs a piece and runs out. Warrel and the two female novice initiates look nervous as today is their initiate ceremony. Safara, her short spiky red hair somewhat flattened as she comes out of the bathing room, reminds you all to choose a daily task after Dawn Service and says she used Prestidigitation to clean and warm the bath water in case someone wants to use it next.
Demoiselle smiled, warmly if somewhat sleepily, at Safara and used the bath. As much as she might have wanted to luxuriate she made sure to be as efficient in her bathing as possible. She left it as clean as she could before drying and dressing in the change room. Demoiselle strode out and kept an eye out for the others and where they might find a place in the Service.
First, I would like to grab Quill and exchange updates on the activities of yesterday evening. As Demoiselle is bathing, she will have to wait. I will grab some fruit before going back to Father Bernard's class for the morning.
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As the sky begins to change color and lighten faintly, masses of the faithful file in through the front gates of the basilica. The nave is filling fast. The teachers and clerics can all be seen standing at the front of each transept, facing the sides of the main altar. Men and women dressed in expensive silks and puffed sleeves and furs with elaborate hats fill the front row of the nave, facing the altar, also standing. Lord Atterley is among them. The dais itself rises three levels to an extravagantly carved gilt-edged wooden altar, clearly made by a master craftsman. Dawnlord Menges stands behind it in his most formal high robes of office, yellow stole around his neck elaborately embroidered with sun motifs. A tall, white, pointed hat rests on his head like a crown. The worshipers, standing on each side of the long central nave, have left an aisle down the center. Now, Warrel and the two female novice initiates, wearing their light grey robes and bowing their heads like penitents, walk in a line towards the altar, hands clasped before them. You hear someone in the crowd whisper, "Why is he wearing the High Lord's mitre on his head? He hasn't been appointed yet!" There is more murmuring, but as the initiates spread out in front of the altar, the basilica falls to a hush.
Dawnlord Menges raises his arms in welcome, intones a greeting to Usoara, and then asks, "Usoara, godess of light and life, see you these hopeful initiates before you, and greet them with your kiss of blessing." A high clerestory window above the altar and under the golden dome of the basilica suddenly becomes a focus for the rising sun, sending a perfect beam of light down upon the two female initiates... and yet, somehow, leaving Warrel still standing in shadow, as if a cloud partially blocked the sun. Hushed whispers rumble like a wave through the crowd as people begin to notice. Warrel looks around, eyes wide, and tries to lean a bit closer to the women, but it is no use. Dawnlord Menges continues as if nothing has happened. "You are all welcome to join with us tonight at sunset for the final initiation ceremony, where we will welcome our new sun siblings into the fold. May Usoara guide you and bless you as you begin your day." After singing the morning call and response, people begin to file out of the building. Warrel remains standing alone at the front, looking dejected.
Demoiselle frowned, looking troubled. A horrible suspicion tickled her brain but she put it on hold till she could properly converse with the others. Heading back to where the daily tasks were posted she made sure to pass by Warrel and give him a comforting pat. "Every dawn is a new chance, mon frère, be not downcast."
Esvaris: After everyone has filed out of the Dawn Service you find Friar Bernard's class once again working on their quarterstaff practice, followed by another class working at picking locked books, and now also locked chests that contain books, open. Tryma is not in the lock-picking class this morning.
I assume I am to continue with cleaning of the meeting room until it is complete? If not, I will assist Brother Annan with the scribe work. Hoping to get away to swipe the items I stashed away earlier.
Korlan: The meeting room is actually in good enough condition. Brother Annan welcomes you quietly to the scriptorium and points to a table with a book and scroll all ready prepared. You will be scribing a Daylight spell scroll this morning. (Make a wisdom check 3 times. If you roll DC14 or higher at least twice, then you successfully copy it without error.) There is another cleric working near you as well, a grandmotherly looking human woman who is so short she could almost be a halfling. She wears a pretty yellow silk scarf over her gray hair and has three white dots in a line down the middle of her forehead.
Esvaris: Safara is in the morning class, training others in a proper overhand strike with the staff.
Demoiselle: Warrel looks completely dejected and can't even muster a hopeful smile. As you walk away, though, you see someone else approach him and begin speaking to him in low tones. It is a blonde man, in his mid thirties, well dressed. He bears a resemblance to Dawnlord Menges. Placing an arm around Warrel's shoulders, he leads him towards the doors into the atrium. After asking around for directions, you find the gardens near the northeast corner of the basilica, between the domed library and the north transept. Emungo is working there, filling baskets of potatoes and carrots. He says it's 'root day' and he's very glad of your help. Once you get it all collected, you'll head to the market together. (Make a perception check)
Korlan: The meeting room is actually in good enough condition. Brother Annan welcomes you quietly to the scriptorium and points to a table with a book and scroll all ready prepared. You will be scribing a Daylight this morning. (Make a wisdom check 3 times. If you roll DC14 or higher at least twice, then you successfully copy it without error.) There is another cleric working near you as well, a grandmotherly looking human woman who is so short she could almost be a halfling. She wears a pretty yellow silk scarf over her gray hair and has three white dots in a line down the middle of her forehead.
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(I scribe in crayon, clearly.....) I look at my copy and it is clearly not right. I look up and over at the older woman wth worried eyes. Darting my eyes between her and Brother Annan. I hold the scribe up so she can see my work. I don’t say anything because I don’t want to draw attention.
Korlan
I come out of the shadows. “Seems like you were doing a fine job mate. Didn’t want to interrupt. We should get back to bed before someone notices us gone.”
(OCC: got really busy today. Sorry guys)
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Demoiselle, despite all her studies of venoms, finds no obvious clue as to the source or nature of the poison
Quill and Demoiselle: After what feels like an eternity, Emungo returns, breathing hard and followed by a tall black man with braided hair trailing down his back to his waist. He is clearly wearing his night robes, but somehow still manages to look regal. "Step aside and let me look at him," he says in a deep baritone voice. He holds his right palm over the bite wounds on Simeon's chest, frowning in concentration. Light begins to flare out in tendrils from his hand, spreading and flowing across Simeon's whole body. It seems to be almost testing and feeling, searching for something. When it reaches down over the side of the bed and touches the two halves of the snake it glows white hot, recoiling in a hiss of power. The snake's body turns an angry red color and then bursts into flame, an unearthly fire that does not burn the bed or floor or produce heat, but entirely consumes the snakes' remains, then vanishes into nothingness.
Emungo watches in fear and awe. "What was that, Brother Annan?"
"That was no normal snake, and I'm sorry to say that the man is not poisoned by any venom that can be cured by a simple antidote or healing." Brother Annan places his hands on either side of Simeon's face. Closing his eyes and mumbling prayers and incantations under his breath for several minutes, suddenly he drops his hands and looks at you all sadly. "There is nothing more I can do for him." He orders you to move Simeon to the room at the end of the dormitory. "If he survives this, it will be at the will of the goddess," he intones. "The rest of you should get some sleep. There are a few hours left yet before we greet the dawn." He suggests you search the rectory tomorrow to try to learn how this creature got into the building. Then he leaves you.
Demoiselle sighed softly and laid a hand on Simeon's chest "Goddess be with you, mon frère. Get well soon." She murmured before slowly walking to the girls' dorm.
Warrel looks around, confused. "But, really, where are those other two?" He shakes his head and tells Quill to turn out the light as he climbs back into bed.
Quill dismisses the light and falls asleep almost as soon as his head touches his pillow.
And that's all I have to say about that.
Everyone makes it to bed safely. The next morning Emungo starts waking everyone at half past fifthmorn bell. Dawn service begins at sixthmorn bell. There is fruit in the common room available. He grabs a piece and runs out. Warrel and the two female novice initiates look nervous as today is their initiate ceremony. Safara, her short spiky red hair somewhat flattened as she comes out of the bathing room, reminds you all to choose a daily task after Dawn Service and says she used Prestidigitation to clean and warm the bath water in case someone wants to use it next.
Demoiselle smiled, warmly if somewhat sleepily, at Safara and used the bath. As much as she might have wanted to luxuriate she made sure to be as efficient in her bathing as possible. She left it as clean as she could before drying and dressing in the change room. Demoiselle strode out and kept an eye out for the others and where they might find a place in the Service.
Esvaris
First, I would like to grab Quill and exchange updates on the activities of yesterday evening. As Demoiselle is bathing, she will have to wait. I will grab some fruit before going back to Father Bernard's class for the morning.
IRL: Dungeon Master--Adventures in the Cassitana Islands
PbP: Player--Esvaris Liadon, Wood Elf Monk 2/Cleric 2--Clerical Heirs: A Divine Mystery
As the sky begins to change color and lighten faintly, masses of the faithful file in through the front gates of the basilica. The nave is filling fast. The teachers and clerics can all be seen standing at the front of each transept, facing the sides of the main altar. Men and women dressed in expensive silks and puffed sleeves and furs with elaborate hats fill the front row of the nave, facing the altar, also standing. Lord Atterley is among them. The dais itself rises three levels to an extravagantly carved gilt-edged wooden altar, clearly made by a master craftsman. Dawnlord Menges stands behind it in his most formal high robes of office, yellow stole around his neck elaborately embroidered with sun motifs. A tall, white, pointed hat rests on his head like a crown. The worshipers, standing on each side of the long central nave, have left an aisle down the center. Now, Warrel and the two female novice initiates, wearing their light grey robes and bowing their heads like penitents, walk in a line towards the altar, hands clasped before them. You hear someone in the crowd whisper, "Why is he wearing the High Lord's mitre on his head? He hasn't been appointed yet!" There is more murmuring, but as the initiates spread out in front of the altar, the basilica falls to a hush.
Dawnlord Menges raises his arms in welcome, intones a greeting to Usoara, and then asks, "Usoara, godess of light and life, see you these hopeful initiates before you, and greet them with your kiss of blessing." A high clerestory window above the altar and under the golden dome of the basilica suddenly becomes a focus for the rising sun, sending a perfect beam of light down upon the two female initiates... and yet, somehow, leaving Warrel still standing in shadow, as if a cloud partially blocked the sun. Hushed whispers rumble like a wave through the crowd as people begin to notice. Warrel looks around, eyes wide, and tries to lean a bit closer to the women, but it is no use. Dawnlord Menges continues as if nothing has happened. "You are all welcome to join with us tonight at sunset for the final initiation ceremony, where we will welcome our new sun siblings into the fold. May Usoara guide you and bless you as you begin your day." After singing the morning call and response, people begin to file out of the building. Warrel remains standing alone at the front, looking dejected.
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Demoiselle frowned, looking troubled. A horrible suspicion tickled her brain but she put it on hold till she could properly converse with the others. Heading back to where the daily tasks were posted she made sure to pass by Warrel and give him a comforting pat. "Every dawn is a new chance, mon frère, be not downcast."
Esvaris: After everyone has filed out of the Dawn Service you find Friar Bernard's class once again working on their quarterstaff practice, followed by another class working at picking locked books, and now also locked chests that contain books, open. Tryma is not in the lock-picking class this morning.
Korlan
I assume I am to continue with cleaning of the meeting room until it is complete? If not, I will assist Brother Annan with the scribe work. Hoping to get away to swipe the items I stashed away earlier.
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Esvaris
Do I see Safara in the class?
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If Warrel makes no response Demoiselle will give him a comforting pat and then go to report for task 1.Garden Tending and City Market
Korlan: The meeting room is actually in good enough condition. Brother Annan welcomes you quietly to the scriptorium and points to a table with a book and scroll all ready prepared. You will be scribing a Daylight spell scroll this morning. (Make a wisdom check 3 times. If you roll DC14 or higher at least twice, then you successfully copy it without error.) There is another cleric working near you as well, a grandmotherly looking human woman who is so short she could almost be a halfling. She wears a pretty yellow silk scarf over her gray hair and has three white dots in a line down the middle of her forehead.
Esvaris: Safara is in the morning class, training others in a proper overhand strike with the staff.
Demoiselle: Warrel looks completely dejected and can't even muster a hopeful smile. As you walk away, though, you see someone else approach him and begin speaking to him in low tones. It is a blonde man, in his mid thirties, well dressed. He bears a resemblance to Dawnlord Menges. Placing an arm around Warrel's shoulders, he leads him towards the doors into the atrium. After asking around for directions, you find the gardens near the northeast corner of the basilica, between the domed library and the north transept. Emungo is working there, filling baskets of potatoes and carrots. He says it's 'root day' and he's very glad of your help. Once you get it all collected, you'll head to the market together. (Make a perception check)
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Quill, yawning a bit, makes his way to Library Research with Sister Delayna.
And that's all I have to say about that.