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Post by Father Wolfgang 'the Mace' on Dec 15, 2016 17:50:03 GMT -8
Father Wolfgang was watching the event with sad, solemn eyes. He didn't show it, but he grieved at the potential loss of this young, beautiful woman. @prudence spoke up and her question turned the soft, gloomy eyes of the Father into cold, hard, glaring ones. The Priest straightened up, as if relieved of all pain and fragility; in reality, his body became numb as memories flashed through his mind. His demeanor turned into one of sternness and echoed a hard interior.
"After I found faith," he said, "I never lost it." He sounded so cold and any sense of innocence or charity was gone. "For people like me, there are... other ways to deal with... issues." The Father was referencing terrible deeds he was responsible for. Should something not go right, the Father used his blackened mace to take his anger out on prisoners.
He placed his hand on Sister Prudence's back in a friendly gesture. "I have traveled a dark path, Sister. And one which I cannot seem to stray from. You may pray for me, Sister, that one day I may walk the path of the righteousness. But you should also pray for Sister Hayan... for she deserves the help of the Divine One more than I do."
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Post by Deleted on Dec 15, 2016 20:26:04 GMT -8
The note reads:
Dearest Anise,
Read this, then toss it into the fire.
I fear I've angered the Emperor and may have put everyone in some danger by my actions, so I have to take extreme measures. It was not poison. I live... Please forgive my deception. I go to Swavia as somebody else... Please keep my baby safe for my return.
- H.D.
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Sister Anise
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Roleplay posts: 12
Age: 18
Physical Description: She is 5'3" with red hair and green eyes. She has a slender build and often has a skip to her step while humming a song.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears a habit like the other sisters in the convent, often dark colors or blue, since she is still quiet young.
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Post by Sister Anise on Dec 20, 2016 10:24:55 GMT -8
Anise watched Prudence fetch and bless the holy icon. Her heart sank as Prudence did so, fearing she would have to give it to Lily and be the bearer of bad news. The closest relative or friend was often given such things as a memento of the one they lost. Her eyes widened a little as she was handed the icon, feeling something else being passed with it. She nodded, hardly hearing prudence's words. "Clean. Yes." she nodded and scurried off. Not daring to look at the icon or the something else which was with it. She didn't stop until she had returned to her own cell.
A note. Prudence had passed her a tiny note, like the children did, when they thought she wasn't looking. She read the note and started crying again. Alive. Haydan was alive! But she had seen the Haydan's corpse! how could this be?! No wonder Sister Constence hadn't been crying, she was likely in this deception too! She knew Haydan was alive. She scurried to the washroom and locked the door. one of the few places with a door and a lock. stoked up the little fire in that tiny stove and proceeded to clean the icon in the great basin. Once it was clean, she threw the note into the fire.
Hrm, the paper had fallen to one side and wasn't by the fire. She tried blowing the paper into the fire and nearly blew the flame out! she carefully poked a finger in and nudged the paper into the fire, watching it light. She drew back and gasped. She had caught the edge of her habit on fire! she plunged her arm into the basin. She hadn't burned herself, but she had singed and ruined the sleeve of her habit. Why did things like this happen to her?
So with a soaked and burnt sleeve, she went back to her room. She gathered a pretty lavender scarf she had bought with Sister Haydan at a local market last summer. She used it for when she worked in the garden. It was a bought in a weak moment of vanity, but Haydan had thought it was a good color for her, tucking it into her habit to hide it. She then scurried about the convent gathering things, hiding them in her habit. Making her way down to the catacombs beneath the convent.
Anise lay out her lavender scarf and placed her 'stolen' items into its center. A small loaf of bread, a block of cheese, a small bottle of water, and a simple note which read 'For the next life'. she knotted the ends together to make a bundle. She went to the false grave, opened the lid to it and dropped the little lavender package into it.
Anise made her way back to children's dormitory to see if Lilly was still sleeping, holding the little Icon in her hands. Thumbs running over the engravings on it.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 20, 2016 14:12:34 GMT -8
"The young woman who poisoned herself never wanted this life. She was married to a baron, he brought her here thinking she could not bear children, for he was too desperate for a boy child. He had the union annuled and was caught using a spell to try and get a son on the woman he was trying to replace Hayan with. Hayan only stayed for the sake of her child, a little girl who was born of the Baron's seed several months after he was hanged for heresay. Hayan could have left whenever she wished due to the nature of things, she never said her final vows and struggled to find some faith in the years she had been here. Her last words to me were of faith, Father... She asked me how she could go on with this life trying to worship at the alter of a diety who's name is used to bless a man that would kill people for desperation. I tried to explain to her that it was for the heresay, that if it gets left untouched, then what? I truly hope she finds peace. She meant no harm with her words to the emperor, she just had many questions and he failed to see her as the frightened young woman she was." The old nun moved to seat herself.
She sighed as her joints creaked... She was ready to see the end of her days, though not in the manner that Hayan pretended to go... Her body was old and worn. Sge felt too old for scheming, that was for certain!
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Post by Deleted on Dec 20, 2016 14:24:15 GMT -8
She continued to sleep, not knowing her mother was gone, for all intents and purposes. She was curled up in her bed, her thumb in her mouth, cheeks ruddy from sleep. Lily was the picture of innocense.
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Sister Anise
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Roleplay posts: 12
Age: 18
Physical Description: She is 5'3" with red hair and green eyes. She has a slender build and often has a skip to her step while humming a song.
Clothes and Equipment: She wears a habit like the other sisters in the convent, often dark colors or blue, since she is still quiet young.
Registered: Nov 30, 2016 10:10:50 GMT -8
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Post by Sister Anise on Dec 21, 2016 15:07:39 GMT -8
Anise smiled as she saw the young girl sleeping, so innocent and at peace. She set the icon on a night table, before sitting on the little bed. Gently caressing the girl's cheek, brushing a strand of blonde hair from it. Sleep little one sleep, rest and have pleasant dreams.
She lay down beside the girl, drawing her close to her chest. Like she had seen Sister Hayan do, holding her like her own. Until the little girl woke up.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 26, 2016 14:14:08 GMT -8
"Your Holiness," came a voice that rousted the handsome Cardinal from his sleep in the carriage. Justinian pushed himself up to sit, his eyes still hazed with sleep.
"Are we there already?" he asked, looking out the window.
"Yes, Your Holiness."
Justinian sighed and brushed his hand down his elegant, scarlet robes, making sure that his bejeweled necklace was in place before he combed his golden hair back from his face and put his hat on his head.
"The sooner I go inside, the sooner I get a proper rest," Justinian said and his servant nodded, helping him out so he could visit the nunnery. He expected a boring trip, but a trip he was bade to make nonetheless.
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Post by Father Wolfgang 'the Mace' on Dec 27, 2016 5:09:33 GMT -8
Wolfgang listened with disgust at @prudence. Such a terrible man this Baron was. "Divine One bless her," he said. "Women always end up with the short end of the stick. There are many who would use the influence and power of the Divine One to accomplish their goals. But it is luck that drives their successes, not the blessings of the Divine One." Wolfgang shrugged. "Or perhaps the Baron did have his blessings. Everyone has a role to play in this world. The Baron, as cruel as he may have been, played his role, and now he has left this world." The Father scratched his chin as he waited for the more able assistants to tend to Hayan's condition.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 28, 2016 10:30:54 GMT -8
They had already taken poor Hayan away to the catacombs where it was cooler, set her down there and left her before going outside to preoare the pyre. Prudence sighed and shook her head as she said, "She thought it was wretched that the man was killed over a single spell, she loved him regardless of his poir treatment to her. I wonder if he would have cursed himself for a fool had he known she wasn't barren. Impatient fool, that. Regardless, she was unhappy here. We all knew it, but she was afraid to marry again and be, in her words, a pawn to the Empire. She had never done anything to be turned out, she tried to live by our rules, but I suppose it finally got to her after arguing with the emperor."
The convent was particularly busy that day, now with a vidit from the Cardinal. The same nuns who were constructing a funeral pyre in the courtyard, would greet him when he came out.
And as far as Lily went, the little girl snuggled into Anise, gave a shuddering sigh, and slept on for the moment.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 19, 2017 14:04:39 GMT -8
She awoke with a gasp and a cry as pain jolted through every bone in her body. She stared through the dim torchlight up at the vaulted ceiling of the chamber she had been moved to after her deception. She paid physically for it, for she spent a few hours in agony. But as Hayan remembered herself, she rolled to her hands and knees, looking down at the sack of supplies that had been placed with her. Realizing someone had been kind despite the danger she brought with her outburst to the emperor, she wept softly. She curled dirty fingers around the supplies and then stumbled to the coffin, long since empty of a body, that now housed some other things like a cloak, some potions and the like. She first put the loose supplies into the sack, strapped it to her back, and enfolded herself into the cloak.
Her journey began, then, as she made her way deeper into the underground tombs, passing dead nuns and travelers along the way and trying not to think about it. She paused as she got to the section where they stopped lighting torches, took an unlit one and held it to the low flame of the nearest lit one. A rat squeaked as it crawled over her foot, she shuddered and kicked it away. She spent the next hour going through the maze of dead until she finally reached the portal that took her into the caves that would get her far and away from the convent... She was gone, leaving behind the body of the peasant who had died just the day before her.
Not long after, the nuns who helped her to escape undetected, took the peasant out beneath a shroud, placed the corpse upon the pyre built for Hayan, and burnt the body in front of witnesses. The woman beneath the shroud was convincing enough as Hayan, that none would dispute it had been the nun...
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