Temple of Barigan
Dec 24, 2009 2:38:34 GMT -6
Post by Rayl Torien on Dec 24, 2009 2:38:34 GMT -6
OOC: As I got the green light from two of the three mods (Wyatt having yet to respond.), I'm just going to start the thread up. Yes I reference an awesome game in my post...and a reference to the film Dragonheart.
IC: Through the snow and hail came a sight for sore, exhausted eyes to both mount and blade: A large temple carved into the side of mountain stood proudly before them, the stone sculptures of both St. Elimine on the left and Sir Barigan on the right greeted the two voyagers.
Rayl had received instructions to get to the temple from the healer of the local town in which he had stayed, and had soon set off after a discussion of their religious beliefs, with Rayl obviously arguing against the views of The Prophet.The Knight rode up the small flight of stairs and directly into the temple halls. The temple's inside was dusty and dark, and it had appeared not many people had come in for quite some time, a grim example to the fact that few followed the Olde Code of Barigan in this day and age. Chivalry was dead.
Dismounting from his trusted companion Elibe, Rayl made his way deeper in, carrying a small vial of holy water he had received from the priest, before kneeling before a statue of Barigan, mounted atop his own trusted steed. At the base of the statue was a small tray for collecting offerings...it was empty.
taking the cork from the top of the vial, Rayl poured the contents into the pan, gazing at his reflection in it for a moment, before closing his eyes, and began reciting The Knight's Oath.
"A Knight is sworn to valor..."
He began to think of his own quest of redemption, and wiped the sleep from his eyes.
"His Heart...knows only virtue..."
"His Blade defends the helpless."
He recalled the battle against Hargus the Bandit King, and how his lance had felled the tyrant. Rayl grabbed his own lance from his back and used it as a sort of cane to keep him from collapsing from his long and tiring trip...
"His Might upholds the weak!"
He thought of the people who he protected every day in Pherae, along with the Baker family in Laus...of Night, Alcibie, and their young daughter Lily...he remembered his friend the mercenary Richter, along with the Sacaen beauty Sireace, and his dearly departed childhood idol: Crowley.
" His word speaks only truth!"
He remembered how he had forsaken alcohol along with other worldly pleasures that had lead to his decline in purity and how he sought to redeem himself for those as well. You could tell from his eyes he was about to pass out.
"HIS WRATH UNDOES THE WICKED!!!"
He suddenly thought of The Prophet, and how he slaughtered innocents, and tried to rise to his feet in his anger, but stumbled due to sleep deprivation, and soon found himself collapsing on the marble floor, while Elibe slowly trod up, and rested near it's friend, soon falling asleep besides him as well.
IC: Through the snow and hail came a sight for sore, exhausted eyes to both mount and blade: A large temple carved into the side of mountain stood proudly before them, the stone sculptures of both St. Elimine on the left and Sir Barigan on the right greeted the two voyagers.
Rayl had received instructions to get to the temple from the healer of the local town in which he had stayed, and had soon set off after a discussion of their religious beliefs, with Rayl obviously arguing against the views of The Prophet.The Knight rode up the small flight of stairs and directly into the temple halls. The temple's inside was dusty and dark, and it had appeared not many people had come in for quite some time, a grim example to the fact that few followed the Olde Code of Barigan in this day and age. Chivalry was dead.
Dismounting from his trusted companion Elibe, Rayl made his way deeper in, carrying a small vial of holy water he had received from the priest, before kneeling before a statue of Barigan, mounted atop his own trusted steed. At the base of the statue was a small tray for collecting offerings...it was empty.
taking the cork from the top of the vial, Rayl poured the contents into the pan, gazing at his reflection in it for a moment, before closing his eyes, and began reciting The Knight's Oath.
"A Knight is sworn to valor..."
He began to think of his own quest of redemption, and wiped the sleep from his eyes.
"His Heart...knows only virtue..."
"His Blade defends the helpless."
He recalled the battle against Hargus the Bandit King, and how his lance had felled the tyrant. Rayl grabbed his own lance from his back and used it as a sort of cane to keep him from collapsing from his long and tiring trip...
"His Might upholds the weak!"
He thought of the people who he protected every day in Pherae, along with the Baker family in Laus...of Night, Alcibie, and their young daughter Lily...he remembered his friend the mercenary Richter, along with the Sacaen beauty Sireace, and his dearly departed childhood idol: Crowley.
" His word speaks only truth!"
He remembered how he had forsaken alcohol along with other worldly pleasures that had lead to his decline in purity and how he sought to redeem himself for those as well. You could tell from his eyes he was about to pass out.
"HIS WRATH UNDOES THE WICKED!!!"
He suddenly thought of The Prophet, and how he slaughtered innocents, and tried to rise to his feet in his anger, but stumbled due to sleep deprivation, and soon found himself collapsing on the marble floor, while Elibe slowly trod up, and rested near it's friend, soon falling asleep besides him as well.