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[Open] And Did the Countenance Divine
Who: Angel and You
What: Properly priesting, or trying to at least
When: July
Where: Yes!
Warning(s): None yet
1. I will not cease from mental fight [Temple Matters]
With Degas on his sabbatical, Angel is taking on the full mantle of Priest of the Mothers. He’s wearing the brown robes of a priest and the green stole with braided knotwork patterns similar to Celtic designs along it, even though doing so makes him feel a little like a child in their father’s shoes.
Still, he’s here if you need guidance or blessing, trying to fill the role.
2. Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand [Milk and Honey]
As he’s trying to fill the role of full-time priest, Angel’s still in his robes as he brings products from Kasprak farm into town. Vegetables and fruits, eggs and goat’s milk. And, of course, honey, in small glass jars all with a wax stamp on top–a bee with a pair of stylized feathered wings.
He’s visiting stores and restaurants, but if you catch him on the carriage Arcadia’s pulling, you might get tossed a ripe tomato or offered a melon. There’s plenty to go around.
3. Till we have built Jerusalem [A Day Off]
Sometimes, it’s all a bit much. Angel occasionally runs away from his duties. Never on days when there are services planned, never when he’s scheduled for something. But when restlessness strikes, Angel’s feet take him to the wild parts of the island. Paradesium, Lockwood Forest near Elsie’s Tree, and even nosing around the cave near Tawny Beach, though it’s been caved in since he and River had their adventure. He isn’t wearing his robes, he hasn’t combed his hair, he might be up a tree or sitting on a rock, and he surely isn’t expecting company.
But still, if you approach, there’s a sheepish little nod and a wave.
4. In England's green and pleasant land [Wildcard]
[find me on discord at darkersolstice to plot]
What: Properly priesting, or trying to at least
When: July
Where: Yes!
Warning(s): None yet
1. I will not cease from mental fight [Temple Matters]
With Degas on his sabbatical, Angel is taking on the full mantle of Priest of the Mothers. He’s wearing the brown robes of a priest and the green stole with braided knotwork patterns similar to Celtic designs along it, even though doing so makes him feel a little like a child in their father’s shoes.
Still, he’s here if you need guidance or blessing, trying to fill the role.
2. Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand [Milk and Honey]
As he’s trying to fill the role of full-time priest, Angel’s still in his robes as he brings products from Kasprak farm into town. Vegetables and fruits, eggs and goat’s milk. And, of course, honey, in small glass jars all with a wax stamp on top–a bee with a pair of stylized feathered wings.
He’s visiting stores and restaurants, but if you catch him on the carriage Arcadia’s pulling, you might get tossed a ripe tomato or offered a melon. There’s plenty to go around.
3. Till we have built Jerusalem [A Day Off]
Sometimes, it’s all a bit much. Angel occasionally runs away from his duties. Never on days when there are services planned, never when he’s scheduled for something. But when restlessness strikes, Angel’s feet take him to the wild parts of the island. Paradesium, Lockwood Forest near Elsie’s Tree, and even nosing around the cave near Tawny Beach, though it’s been caved in since he and River had their adventure. He isn’t wearing his robes, he hasn’t combed his hair, he might be up a tree or sitting on a rock, and he surely isn’t expecting company.
But still, if you approach, there’s a sheepish little nod and a wave.
4. In England's green and pleasant land [Wildcard]
[find me on discord at darkersolstice to plot]
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"On the first side is Saint Veloth, who led my people out of the decadent, indolent lands of the Aldmeri, to promised Morrowind. He taught us how to invoke the Good Daedra in our time of need, and to negotiate around the House of Troubles. As we are all newcomers to this land, seeking to fulfill a purpose, we benefit from the wisdom of Saint Veloth."
"On the second side is Saint Nerevar, the Captain, the Hortator. He united all the tribes of Morrowind under one banner to drive invaders from their home and then built an era of peace. This was no small matter, as the Dunmer, ne Chimer, are a distrustful and proud people, slow to trust and quick to retaliation. As we unite to protect our new home, putting aside the differences that might divide us, we look to Saint Nerevar."
"And on the third face is Saint Voryn, the loyal, the martyr. For ages he was forgotten, and for centuries, he sought to fulfill the same promises in death that he had in life. He is the patron of the lost, and a reminder that to cast aside the wisdom of the past is to give rise to hungry ghosts. In this place where we fear we might be forgotten, and seek to remember what has left this place cursed, we seek the resolve of Saint Voryn."
"May we know what burdens this land, and upon ourselves bear the yoke, if we are willing. Let the worthy eat the sins of this place, that they might renew the land and be reborn themselves."
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He moves to kneel beside her, in front of the shrine, and bows his head, repeating her words quietly. "May we know what burdens this land, and upon ourselves bear the yoke, if we are willing. Let the worthy eat the sins of this place, that they might renew the land and be reborn themselves."
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After a respectful pause, she picks up the conversation again.
“Virtues… I would be happy to hear about them.”
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He chuckles, it's a rumbly little sound.
"One of my favorites is Cyrelline, the Virtue of Second Chances."
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"What's a Khajiit?"
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"It can be hard to carry the weight of ancestral sins. It's a lot to handle and hold onto."
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