Light, Faith, and Sacrament

HSAR

This too shall pass.


Orthael kissed the symbol and took a deep breath, feeling the power of his god like a warm wash of water. The exhalation is a release: a surrender of all that comprises him, an acknowledgement of his weakness and an acceptance of strength that is not his own. It is wonderful.

Thus prepared, the man draws the weapon that is both blessing and duty - as such things are. It comes free reluctantly, still wrapped in linens of prayer and sanctification. At a word, the white fabric disintegrates into fire that gives no heat but flows up the blade in silent hunger.

Much has been forgotten about this weapon, so ancient is its provenance. Only a fragment of its original name remains, kept by the priesthood in reverence. Judgement, the bishop had whispered to him, and both of them had witnessed the sword shiver on the altar.

There is a cry in the forest that is not like the others. Memory forgotten, purpose in mind and hand, Orthael marches in.


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Jim Stitzel

Jim Stitzel

It's going to be interesting to me to see what happens when these two characters finally meet.

  • #1661 Posted 3 years ago
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ElshaHawk LoA

ElshaHawk LoA

The priest has a sword, too. I see. It will be an interesting meeting.

  • #1676 Posted 3 years ago
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