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PostPosted: Wed Aug 28, 2013 1:41 pm    Post subject: Steps of a Patron Saint of Rhydin Reply with quote

Wings flapped in the morning light. A slight jangle of buckle and steel accompanied each flap as something small and purple furred flew for the northwest cliffs hugging Rhydin city. Ice blue eyes with gold flecks shimmered in the sunlight; they peered through a clear visor attached to a helm of unknown metal burnished to a silver luster. The figure continued its flight as the Scathachian Sanctuary was seen from above. A small roll in the air and the figure darted down, the ground rushing up to meet it. Metallic black feathers flared as the small but powerful wings snapped fully open to slow the decent.

Myrlene stood upon the gravel and paved road leading to the gates of the sanctuary. A few wing flaps to stretch the muscles and they closed in to mantle the shoulders and sides like a black cloak. To any on watch the sight they would have may be considered peculiar or comical. Myrlene was but 3 feet tall, purple fur showing on her body where it was not armored fully in that silvery armor. A canine muzzle was under that helm and a feathered tail guarded her back side. By the armors accent, Myrlene was female, well endowed for her size. Tendrils of crimson red hair had slipped from under her helm to blow playfully in the wind upon the cliffs. Armored as she was, she bore no shield nor any weapons upon bared or sheathed. No insignia, sigil, sign or mark of faith either was displayed on that armor.

Myrlene surveyed the sanctuary, the iron gates that bore testament to welcoming or repelling as duty called. She walked for the gated entry and as she did so, her eyes caught the evidence of an area that nearby that held the fading traces left by scorching fire. Now it seemed to be in preparations for rebuilding. She paused in her trek to look at the site more.

That must have been where their temple was. Issy mentioned they were going to be rebuilding with funds from the masquerade coming up. I wonder what that temple looked liked?

Taking her eyes from the site she moved for the gate once more taking a moment to settle herself and reclaim any fleeting courage. It was time for her to earnestly take her duties with seriousness and to do that, she needed guidance, a lot of guidance. Above that need though was another, allies. She couldn't hope to accomplish the task of taking up the mantle she had won fairly from the All Father of Lupinossai without allies.

Myrlene stopped at the gates, whether closed or open out of courtesy and protocol. A few deep breaths were taken.

Okay, these ladies may be giants to me but height isn't the yard stick for might or a heart to do what is right.

Lifting her head she called out to the sanctuary.

"Sisters of the Scathachian Sanctuary. I come as a guest and to seek council from thee. I am Myrlene Wolf-Spiritor, Di'idarikia in my mother tongue, Kami Shori no Haha to the Apis, Shori to others. Please allow a humble goddess of war, newly made to her roll to enter."

Her voice was strong and clear. After her greeting, she took a knee and bowed before the gateway to await a response.
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PostPosted: Thu Aug 29, 2013 9:58 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

The muscular blonde was on duty, as she so often was during the day, to oversee the grounds of her beloved garden as well as the Sanctuary. Delphinea's hulking form turned as she heard the voice from the direction of the front gates, of which one still remained open even with the constant looming threat of Bhaalites.

What was that? Delphinea squinted her emerald green eyes against the light of day. Whatever it was, it was smaller now than when it had arrived. As the Scathachian guardian headed over to the front gates, she could see that the creature was kneeling. "Good day to you, fair citizen," came the Scathachian's booming voice. "Be you of friendly persuasion, we bid you welcome to the Sanctuary. How may we be of assistance to you?" Hulking, tanned arms swept the air in a way as to usher Myrlene inside.

Now, Delphinea was one of the more stoic Sisters. Never one to dabble in the tawdry drinking establishments of the city or fraternize with the citizens for more than her position called her to, she was one of the more devout Scathachians, spending most of her off-duty hours in prayer in the Temple or in tending to her gardens. Her body was another temple of sorts; naturally gifted with the qualities of height and strength, she looked like a true Valkyrie of legend. And while she was not immune to laughter and ease, a smile on her chiseled face was a rare sight indeed. However, Delphinea (or Phin as her Sisters called her) did her best to seem as if she were trying to welcome this female creature as she stepped back to allow for Myrlene's entrance onto Scathachian holy ground.

"I am Delphinea, daughter of Scathach. Shall I announce you ?" Always one for manners, yet still a bit stiff, she endeavored to make Myrlene feel welcome.
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PostPosted: Thu Aug 29, 2013 11:56 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Hearing the response of welcome to her, Myrlene stood from her kneeling position and looked up. It took all of her will not to take a few steps back from a woman that seemed bigger than Issy to her.

You've fought a deity and several demons larger. Courage.

Her hesitation evaporated from the mental bolster. Myrlene let a genuine smile touch her muzzle.

"I am of friendly persuasion unless one is seeking to harm me or those I love and protect, be it in battle or at home. I am honored to meet you Delphinea. I am Myrlene, Di'idarikia to the Lupinossai, Shor..." She paused a moment feeling she giving a mouthful.

"My apologies, let me try this again. I am Myrlene, known as Shori by some. I am a newly arisen goddess of war. I wish to help the people of my homeland, Rhydin but I am very new to this role. A few weeks if at most. I was encouraged by an Apis known as Andu and spoke with Issy. My knowledge and understandings of a goddess of war is... very lacking." She said in humble tones to Delphinea.

Lene did walk towards Delphinea when bade to come. "If you wish to announce me, Shori, Warrior Goddess of Rhydin will suffice."
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PostPosted: Tue Sep 03, 2013 8:27 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Delphinea, always the diplomat, did as she was instructed. Myrlene was announced into the Sanctuary as a guest of significance and was then ushered into the main greeting hall. Very soon thereafter, Scathachians trickled into the room, not the last of which was Isuelt DeRomiano. Finding herself in the somewhat familiar waters of politics (such was the lot for her after arriving in Rhydin, as most saw her as something of an ambassador to the Scathachian Nation), Isuelt came forward, moving past her Sisters to take Myrlene's hands in hers for a gentle squeeze. There was a flash of ease in the tall Judge's light wink and gentle smile before she backed away from the visitor and engaged in a more official fist to her chest and bow salute that her Sisters would recognize as a respectful greeting.

"We Daughters of Scathach bid you welcome, Myrlene Wolf-Spiritor, to our Sanctuary. For we all are family in the great heavens above; our goddess of war and righteousness bids you acknowledgement from her lofty perch and extends salutations through the lips of her students." Again, as policy dictated, Isuelt bowed and uttered the Scathachian greeting of good faith, "A fáilte roimh an teach."

Isuelt's lips rolled into the curve of a smile as she heard a few whispers behind her, as well as the rustling of leather and fabric, knowing that her Sisters had bowed as well to Myrlene. "Come, friend. We have much to discuss about your journey thus far." She extended a hand to Myrlene and motioned to the larger double doors opposite from where she had been led to enter this greeting hall. Two of the girls opened up the heavy oaken panels to reveal the inner courtyard of the Sanctuary, with all of its columned halls and tended gardens. Water could be heard running from fountains, as well as birds chirping to their hearts' content from within the trees. Isuelt leaned in to lower her voice to the smaller woman, "Andu has told me of your ascension, and we wish to assist you in whatever way we can. Will you join us for dinner?" Her deep espresso eyes swept down to Myrlene from the white-washed columned corridors of the courtyard. Her benevolent visage was freshly scrubbed and beamed in the late afternoon sunlight.
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PostPosted: Tue Sep 03, 2013 10:49 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Myrlene was unsure of the decorum and status she had with others being new to her position, so gave a salute, fist to chest and bowed her head to her chest in respect to Issulet and the sisters.

"Well met Issulet. I am honored and humbled to be before you, your sisters and your patron goddess Scathach. May she shine benevolently upon your faithful order." She said in a calm, steady voice now.

Seeing Issulet wave her towards the opened entry to the inner courtyard, she would politely walk alongside with Issulet, neither a step ahead or behind of the judge. "I would be honored to attend dinner with you and the sisters."

Myrlene put her hands behind her back to keep from nervous fidgeting as she did her best to walk taller than she was. "Andu has been a very kind, enthusiastic follower of my order. He does well to further my cause."

Myrlene's solitary ear flicked to listen to the bird songs, the flow of water and her nose could smell the cleanness and serenity the inner courtyard conveyed.

"Any assistance and advice I will gratefully welcome. I feel so lost on my path. Your sanctuary indeed imparts a feeling of safety and strength. I am curious though, what was the language you spoke to me in during your greeting? What do the words mean?" She was ever inquisitive and it showed.
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PostPosted: Fri Sep 06, 2013 8:17 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Truly, it was an odd contrast. Irony herself must be smirking down from the heavens. The priestess of a war goddess trying to aid the steps of a diminutive newly-crowned battle deity, amid the peaceful surroundings of a place called "the Sanctuary." Isuelt herself caught the hint of comedic timing and smiled.

"The words are from our native Scathachian tongue. It is the language of Scathach, herself. And it is a traditional phrase of welcome. 'Welcome unto this house,' is the translation, I believe." The women passed the corner of the rectangular reflection pool and finally the sun hid behind the edge of the tiled roof. The Judge turned to Myrlene and regarded her for a moment before continuing. "I won't lie to you, friend, your circumstance is unique to me, to say the least. As far as my limited estimation goes, I...I do not know how one goes about assuming the mantel of a god." Her brows lifted in something that possibly resembled empathy as she sat down on a marble bench. "You say that you've been bestowed with...well, the mantle of a war deity." Isuelt's deep brown eyes looked to Myrlene, "I'm supposing, therefore, that you have shown remarkable courage in battle, or prowess in the realm of military arts?" After all, Isuelt did not know Myrlene at all, nor was she familiar with Myrlene's race. "Most gods and goddesses simply do what they do. And it is the people who award them this title or that title based on that."

She sighed lightly, wondering just how she could 'help' a rising deity; it was a daunting, if not humbling task. "We can show you the ways of the battle goddess that we follow. Our practices, our devotions and how we best try to emulate all that Scathach has taught us." A few of her Sisters slowly wandered by and stalled just short of going inside. Isuelt guessed they were curious.

Isuelt drew a steady breath and focused her attention once again on Myrlene. "How is it exactly that we may best help you? We would be proud to aid you on your journey." The Scathachian's smile was soft and rounded as her eyes brightened. After all, as of late the Daughters of Scathach were no strangers to gods walking among them.
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PostPosted: Fri Sep 06, 2013 12:57 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Myrlene listened to all Isulet told her. Those gold flecked glacier blues never leaving the woman's face once. She began to pace back and forth in a measure of 10 steps before Isulet as she thought long and hard about how to answer the questions asked of her.

"You are right about people bestowing the honors of godhood." She looked to the reflection pool picking at her thoughts. "It was how our All Mother and All Father earned their titles, perhaps it is how the All Father gained his madness. I don't even attempt to say I understand what gods think or know or to even muse about their paths..."

Lene watched the sun setting and small, pensive smile touched her muzzle. The light of childhood is setting on me. Adulthood is still reaching to break the horizon leaving me in twilight for a span. The thought was dismissed.

"The position I am in, obtaining this title was due to the All Mother and All Father seeking a cure for his madness. He'd become insane from the duties accepted over many millenniums. A war was close to breaking out in the pantheon of my people. I was sought out due to my lineage, a child born to a great worker of compassion and war, Ammy Spiritor. A father who dabbles among the lines of angels and deities, Fleetian Wolf."

Lene turned to look at Isulet, a small thin line creased her lips. "The All Mother and All Father saw something in me. My knowledge of warfare is small, but violence, bloodshed and courage are things I know, too well." She took up pacing once more. "I was groomed by a dark goddess when very young. It was not a choice as much as it was a will to live under her rule. I was a captive, taken because she envied my parents power. Her name is Takhasis of the realms of Krynn. Perhaps I should owe her gratitude and thanks for instilling in me the deep seated courage I can summon for dealing with world. Or the boundless well of violence and pain I can sip from to inflict on others."

That was when something dawned upon her. "I was given the title of warrior goddess for my people, but many looked to other gods in our homeland that are better suited for war than the All Father. I took the mantle given to me and wanted to do more." She looked to Isulet. "I wanted to give something back to Rhydin, the realm I was born in, my home. I've seen how many gods can act in this realm. How much senseless violence and pointless wars erupt around here. I even know I can bear and give life to horrors not seen yet."

Lowering her head, eyes cast to the ground she touched upon what she really wanted lying buried under her musings. "I... don't want to be a beacon of violence and bloodshed to many who delight in it. I... want to offer something nobler, purer. To instill and uphold those fighting only when nothing else has worked. To touch those taking the ravages of war for the people unable to cope or defend themselves..."

A few tears slid silently down her furred cheeks. "I want to make a difference in this realm and show others that their is someone standing by them, for them, to honor them for choosing the higher ground. I want to know that no matter how tainted by darkness I've become I can give hope to others. A mother to shelter the weak and to stand with the strong."
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PostPosted: Wed Sep 25, 2013 11:41 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

Quietly Isuelt's dark espresso-hued hair glinted in the sunlight as she nodded her head. She listened to Myrlene and could hear her passion, her drive and determination to make this city a better place. Was that not in fact what Isuelt strove for as well? She had had a few heart-to-heart conversations with several other of her heroic comrades and they had all reached the same conclusion: to make a difference, we must band together.

The warrior's strong shoulders lifted smoothly as she inhaled a breath, her lashes meeting briefly as she shut her eyes. Isuelt was glad that Myrlene had come to the Sanctuary, she was grateful to be able to help this young demi-goddess...or in fact goddess...wherever she could. The Scathachian opened her dark eyes and let her gaze gently fall upon the roof line of the Sanctuary from her vantage point. The two women were seated on a bench in the inner courtyard, and though water babbled softly nearby to mingle with the swish of breeze that kicked up the scent of lavender into the air, Isuelt knew that all was not as peaceful as it was within their walls. The city was, as always, in a state of crisis. Crime was always present in whatever form it decided to take, and citizens lashed out at each other in fear, frustration or feral tendencies.

"Myrlene," she began softly, "This city, as you know, is very special and its people are resilient to a fault. The city and her children deserve a champion. They deserve someone who will be with them to stand up for them. To right the wrongs and to fight the good fights." Her head turned with a easy cant, "I have not your gift of immortality. I will not be here for long. But in my time here, I have tried to make this city a better place than it was when I found it." She paused and let the late afternoon breeze caress her skin. "It would be my honor to teach you what I know of champions and heroes. In following a goddess of righteous war, there is much to be said of defense. Defense for those you love, for those you wish to protect."

Isuelt glanced down and her long fingers pressed against her knee to brush off a small leaf that had blown onto her trousers. "You have the remarkable gift of living and outliving. I would be proud to show you what I know of defending this city to your limits." And with that, the Scathachian lifted her chin to look Myrlene directly in the eye. Isuelt, while not an old woman by any stretch of the imagination, looked tired and frayed. But what resided in her eyes just behind her exhaustion was a glimmer of hope. And that is what resonated with her words.
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PostPosted: Wed Sep 25, 2013 1:03 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Myrlene stared back into Issulet's eyes, crystal blues flecked with gold knowing too much for her young years. Within them, the judge would see a young child crystallized into a young woman within the forge of past devastation and untold years of darkness touching her.

"Yes, Rhydin is not a static thing. She lives, breaths, laughs, cries, bleeds, bears life anew and even dies in areas. To be one of the many stewards of the city is daunting." She still held that gaze with Issulet and saw the frayed, tiredness trying to obscure that hope.

"You hold the same eyes I've seen in my mother many times." Myrlene finally looked away, unable to stare any longer, feeling overwhelmed in Issulet's presence.

She gave a long sigh, looked up to the sky and her next words held a note of fear to them. "It's the immortality that scares me the most. I have seen how it scars many. Seen how it hangs around my parents necks like a heavy grindstone. I feel I've been given a endless record to hold me forever accountable to all mistakes and successes. It pains me to think that at some point I will watch my little boy die an old man and my husband pass away after a few centuries of life for a dragon."

Looking back to Issulet but not into her eyes, Myrlene spoke very softly. "I am deeply honored to have your tried and true council, Issulet. Is the fate and life of a guardian an ever increasing road of hardship and loss?"
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PostPosted: Thu Oct 03, 2013 1:12 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

...Is the fate and life of a guardian an ever increasing road of hardship and loss?

The words hung in the air for longer than they should have, perhaps. Isuelt drew a slow breath through her nose and looked out over the garden. How to answer such a question? She had had countless discussions over this very issue with her allies, close allies. And the answer always seemed to be the same whether she was with her Sisters, with Race, with Edward Batten, with Perceval Tucker...it didn't seem to matter who.

A calculated exhale as she chose her words, "I guess that some would surmise it as such. But I would think that those people are the half-empty glass sort." She licked her lips and turned her chin back to look upon Myrlene. "The hardship and the loss are true of any calling, really. From being a hero to being a mother. From being an entrepreneur to being a friend. It's part of the journey to your life's calling. The destination, however, well that's more of a...a motto, I guess. To leave the world better than you found it. That's all any hero ever really tries to do. To give hope to those that have lost it, to inspire the downtrodden, to lift spirits when the skies are falling..." Her strong shoulders shrugged, "That's all you can do. That's all I can do." After all, she thought to herself, Myrlene was immortal. But Isuelt? Her days were not so long in the sun.

"Someone once told me something about being a hero and all of the pitfalls that accompany it. Because there are pitfalls, there are days when nothing you seem to do makes one bit of difference." Isuelt paused and canted her head, dark espresso hair spilling past her shoulder, "Without the darkness, how would we ever recognize the light?" A soft, if not sage smile smoothed out any lines on her lips. "The ups and downs of what we do are sometimes extreme. But it helps guide our way." She studied Myrlene's face a moment, "You'll do fine." Her smile lengthened and brightened the fatigue in her expression. "I hope you're hungry. Dinner's in just a little bit."
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PostPosted: Fri Oct 04, 2013 3:35 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

"You know, I never thought of being deity as being compared to being a mother. Put that way, it makes more sense Issulet. Mothering is never easy and you just thank the heavens that you get to see a smile on your child's face more often than the frowns or crying." Myrlene smiled, seeming to feel something lift a bit on her soul.

"I am always hungry. Still young and it seems nothing I do doesn't come without a cost. Most of that cost is taken out on my body." She smiled grimly.

"I think my views of being a hero are often colored by what I've seen my parents do and what my father told me once. His told me that the definition of a hero is someone who gets other people hurt by their actions. At first, I thought that made sense, but not anymore. People get hurt whether you're a hero or not." She shrugged her shoulders as if to accent her point.

"I am wondering about something Issulet. I seem to have the ability to make a pact with anyone who has fallen in battle. Offer them their body back, restored, a life that will never end at the price of coming to my aide and following my orders when a need is present. I... don't know how possessive other gods are of their followers, but is this something that I could offer to many? Something I could offer to the Sisters as well, if Lady Scath and her sister find it appealing?" Myrlene asked softly.
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Myrlene's words hung heavily in the air between them. Isuelt was quiet for a long, long time. Time enough for the far-off echo of the dinner chime to sound before she spoke again.

"You speak of grace. Grace of the deified warrior." For that is what they called it in the Scathachian culture. As legend held, Scathach herself bestowed eternal grace upon only one of her students: Cú Chulainn. He was her lover and her best student, and now he is revered as a god.

Isuelt sighed heavily, and perhaps it was her lack of an answer that spoke louder volumes to Myrlene. How many nights, how many years, how many scars on her body had been suffered through in her personal quest to end her own life. Some had said that the Scathachian warrior had a death wish, and she had never bothered to deny it. It was perhaps an unfair assessment of feelings, though it was close enough. What was truth, and a truth that she had never really shared with anyone (even her Sisters), was that she was tired. All of her life she had focused on one thing: being a savior. It was true that she had strayed from that focus on more than one occasion and had dabbled in the darker underbelly of society, however she had now found her way back onto the path that Scathach had chosen for her. And it was exhausting. The role of savior, while it lifts the spirits of others, did nothing more for Isuelt than to weigh down her own soul. It was constant battle, endless vigilance and unending putting herself last. A reporter once asked her what her perfect idea of heaven was. After fantasizing for a moment, Isuelt had answered him with 'Peace and quiet and nothing to do.' The Scathachian warrior had reached her fortieth year and had spent more than thirty of them honing her body and her mind for battle. Fatigue was something people talked about and really had no idea what it actually was. Fatigue was something Isuelt lived with everyday, and it grated on her like a dull blade. In her heart of hearts, she was looking forward to the day she would die. In death, she knew that she would find the quiet and the peace she so longed for, that she felt she'd earned.

A deep sigh then once more as she looked up to Myrlene with a light smile. "I could never ask for such a gift. For surely I am..." She shook her head lightly, "I am not worthy of such a tremendous blessing."
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PostPosted: Wed Oct 16, 2013 3:15 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

So much was guessed at and assumed in that long silent pause from Issulet. The polite decline of her offer to Issulet was no surprise to Myrlene.

"Many do not feel they are worthy of a blessing from any god. Many even curse the gods for any blessing they receive whether it was a help or hindrance. I will not pry into your reasons Issulet for I know most who do not wish that blessing have reasons I cannot dispute. However, as a hopeful ally to the Sisters and your deities, my offer will remain on the table for any who wish to ask; your deities willing of course to bless that decision."

Myrlene gave a small smile that was warm. Her solitary ear flicked hearing the echo of the rung dinner bell.

"I believe we are to be expected soon, yes?" Another soft smile. A smile. That was all she ever had to offer to anyone when she had no clue how to help or offer support, but on the off chance a smile was a powerful weapon that often succeeded in brightening many dark days.

"Have you ever thought of marriage Issulet? Of leaving a living legacy behind when you finally step into peaceful rest and quiet?"

Pry she did not, but being around many honorable fighters and even other heroes, she knew many wanted unending peace. That peace she knew only came in death. She'd seen it in every man, woman and child she'd put an end to as Takhisis had her fill of torturing the mortals.
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She was silent for a long time as the two stood up and made their way back from the inner courtyard. Isuelt's booted feet were like a metronome counting the seconds of quiet after Myrlene's question of marriage and legacy. The tall Scathachian slowly took her long strides, her strong fingers laced loosely behind her back. She hadn't meant to make Myrlene feel uncomfortable, if in fact she did. It was just that Isuelt didn't make public the knowledge of her life before she came to Rhydin. She had been running, as so many others before her had, when she had landed in this city. And while there were a few friends and confidantes who knew her story (or at least the pieces of it that she wished to share), it was not necessarily part of the public lexicon.

Just before they arrived at the mouth of the great columned hallway, ready to enter into the dining room beyond, Isuelt stopped and turned to regard Myrlene. She was sure the young deity meant no disrespect or ill-will toward her, so she decided to impart some information to Myrlene. She tucked a few strands of deep chocolate hair behind her ear as she began, "Truth be told, I was married. Seemingly a lifetime ago, but it has been over fifteen years now. He was a scoundrel of a man, but handsome and quick to smile. It is his last name I still go by. He was killed in battle, at my side." She paused and drew a slow breath, "And while we had only a few perfect years together, the only thing that would have made them more perfect, would have been a child. But we never had one. For as the heavens see destiny in all things and decide what is best for us, they saw it fit to make sure that I am never to have offspring of my own." She glanced, deep in thought, at the column just past Myrlene's shoulder for a moment then smiled back to her guest. "But that is not the story that we need to dwell on. There are far more interesting topics to discuss during dinner. Such as the state of the city, and what there is for a young deity of war to do about it."

A winning grin now formed on her features, practiced to perfection for decades. She swung open the double doors to reveal a large chamber, complete with a long table attended by no fewer than seven Scathachian priestesses as they took their places for the evening meal.
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PostPosted: Thu Oct 24, 2013 2:45 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Myrlene heard the silence once more and began to feel perhaps she had tread into territory best left alone. The answer Issulet gave shed a lot of light on the judge and Myrlene decided not to ask further personal questions, though one question burned in her mind but it was more a personal fear than a question.

Being a goddess, will I ever have another?

The thought rang through her head as if someone had slapped her helm with a mace. Her strides faltered a moment and she took a bit to breath, still her heart and clear her mind. That question could be figured out later in life when time allowed for her to try that miracle again. Her ear did perk as she heard Issulet mention needs of the city.

Following the judge into the dining hall and again trying not to feel small in a room full of giants she spoke confidently.

"I am up to any task that is required of me, Issulet. Or I will die trying."
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PostPosted: Sat Nov 09, 2013 11:51 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

"No one is ever up to the task," her voice was quiet as she glanced down, perhaps not wanting her Sisters to hear her. "But we do it nonetheless. That is what makes a hero." Those espresso brown eyes looked up once more as she lifted her chin proudly to look upon the Daughters of Scathach gathered before her. Warriors, every one of them, some of whom were even trained by her. They were strong, they were nearly machines. And yet, here they were sitting down to share a meal. Joking, fighting over who got what seat, sneaking a taste of food before the blessing. They were women, some only girls in Isuelt's mind, who were human and just like anyone else. The thought brought a melancholy smile to Isuelt's lips, yet she kept the thoughts of just how mortal, just how fragile these women truly were, to herself.

"A goddess never dies, Myrlene." She finally answered her. "You will do. Over and over again. Until you rise to meet your destiny. Until you achieve what you were placed here to do. Have faith in that, have no doubt and no fear." These particular words tasted strange in her mouth. She had been told these very words by her first Scathachian teacher, a legendary warrior now passed to her rest: Minerva. Though this situation was much different as Myrlene enjoyed immortality, the sentiment still rang true and Isuelt wanted to pass on the wisdom that Minerva had given to her.

With a sharp sniff as her chin lifted once more, she gestured Myrlene to the table where the rest of the Scathachian warrior priestesses had taken their seats and were looking to Isuelt and their guest in hungry anticipation. Isuelt obliged them as she took her position and offered up their prayer, in common rather than Scathachian out of respect to Myrlene. "Mother Scathach, mighty patroness, hear our thanks and praise for this day. We settle together in our time of battles past and battles yet not fought. We honor our dead as we honor you, and we ask for your continued favor in battle as we face our enemies and pursue your task of defending the weak of this world. Nourish our bodies, our minds and our souls. By your blades, all hail."

Her dark gaze lifted and looked over her Sisters and her guest. A soft smile graced her features as she nodded and the dinner commenced. She looked to Myrlene and continued to nod with an expression that seemed to share the sentiment of You're gonna be okay. And with that, Isuelt took her seat finally and partook of their meal.
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PostPosted: Sat Nov 09, 2013 6:49 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Myrlene lowered her head for a long moment, properly humbled. Perhaps she'd been too eager in her answer to Issulet. Her inborn need for fighting and war, the genetic inheritance of the Lupinossai slipping her control. With the instinct held in check once more she looked up and took her seat as directed.

Those ice blue, gold flecked eyes regarded all the women here. Strong, determined, battle hardened yet a core of softness to allow them not to shatter from a hard strike. Warriors forged by a true crafter in the arts of physical rigor. She saw the silent message in the gaze of Issulet, lending to her a measure of peace.

The blessing Issulet had given in common for her benefit was taken to mind, each word and phrase turned and examined. They reminded her what a goddess of war's common trade was. Battle, strife, violence, blood and ultimately, death to all in her service or opposing those serving her. Death. Something she'd experienced once, for a few moments before a magical intervention by ancient dragon magic.

The words Issulet had told her seemed to sink a cold iron spike into her heart. A goddess never dies, Myrlene. Myrlene's eyes, seeming to wise, if looked at now during the feasting held something new to them. Sorrow. The wisdom of sorrow as she looked around her at those seated and eating. How can she feel common ground with them? How could she feel any common ground with those who'd serve and worship her when there was gap between them. Mortality.

Was she truly blessed to live for eternity? Would she never die in a land that seemed devoted to ridiculing, throwing down, denying and the killing of many gods that walked the realm? Would anyone really thank her for her blessings as they took their last breath for blood stained lips? The strong and able hand losing their purchase on the worn and cared for hilt of sword, haft of spear, the twined and snapped string of the bow?

So many thoughts pressed down on her shoulders like a heavy weight, wanting to grind her into the seat she sat on. Her youthful face, furred as it may, wrinkled slightly in long thought. She tried to listen to the joviality around her, the mirth of those enjoying a moment of pleasure and camaraderie while they could.

She sipped and ate, staying very quiet. Helm removed out of politeness, her lone, furred ear twitched, taking in the talking, trying to loosen the grip on her thoughts. Where her other ear should be, red hair, hallmark to her warrior mother, offered a few strands that failed to cover a stump of where the ear should have been. Myrlene was soon looking back to Issulet again, her mind coming full circle on her thoughts.

No on is ever up to the task. But we do it nonetheless. That is what makes a hero. Myrlene sipped her drink once more and thought very hard. Was she seeking to bless and support those who called themselves heroes out of a need for gratuity or fame, or was she to bless and support those who are rightfully entitled to the word Hero yet never take it nor accept it?

Myrlene quietly spoke to no one in particular at the table. "May the gods forgive all of my stumbling to come. What have I taken on? How am I going to champion this cause? I am among the greats, a humble shell of glass to be either fire tempered or shattered by a feather."
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PostPosted: Fri Nov 29, 2013 2:26 pm    Post subject: Reply with quote

Myrlene let go of her deep, dwelling thoughts for now. The women were in high spirits and showing a great deal of relaxed air. She took a long sip of her drink and looked to Issulet.

"Do you all have songs? Hymns or battle chants that you sing when you go into a fight? Any healing or calming melodies? I ask because I know mortals and even gods need a break from what they do best. What all do you and the sisters do when not on duty?" she asked.
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