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The Temple of Sacred Roots

In Reverence of the Goddesses

Tucked into a once-verdant park near the heart of the village is the Temple of the Sacred Roots of Our Four Earthly Mothers. The wooden building is cobbled together, seemingly added onto over the years in an organic way as additional stories were added on. Its walls are of dark wood, with steep steepled roofs and large stained glass windows. Most of the windows are vibrant bits of stained glass, often depicting symbols of nature related to each of the Four Mothers.

There are smaller rooms for individual worship or a quiet spot to meditate and even a small library, but the main hall is a circular open room where worshippers come to hear the good word together. They sit in a mishmash of chairs or pillows laid on the floor, or even a large root or stone, all circled around a pulpit and a singular chair in the center, although the pulpit appears to be a bit dusty from disuse. The tree that forms the heart of this building only grows within the confines of its walls, intertwined into the interior’s architecture. The only other room of note is the large kitchen just behind this hall. There many meals have been cooked to share among the faithful. Even if these meals are meager now, the villagers scrape together what they can in an effort to make sure no one goes hungry.

Services are held on Saturday evenings, Sunday mornings, and Wednesday evenings for the down-to-earth faithful. Attendance is highly encouraged - meals are often served! - and the bonds of fellowship must be kindled on a regular basis. However, Degas is often at the Temple either studying for his next sermon or reading one of the many books found in the library.

Use this post to RP threads that take place at or in relation to the Temple of Sacred Roots! More details on the organization and its workings can be found under the drop-downs.





Membership

Point of Contact
Reverend Degas Clayton

Joining
There is no initiation process when you first arrive. You are invited to attend service at any time and the moment you enter the building you become family. However, should you stray from the path of the Mothers, returning to the fold will require some atonement in the form of offerings and prayer.

Benefits
Most of the flock are welcoming, providing you show some effort in helping others as you have been helped. They are the friendliest bunch and often have simple meals prepared for evening services, as well as offering support and compassion to those afflicted by the evils that batter the village.

Drawbacks
The group as a whole seem content to wait for some mysterious event in the future that will surely save their village from ultimate destruction, and are stuck in their ways. Change comes rarely, if at all, nor do they take kindly to their beliefs being called into question. Being ostracized by this group means a cold shoulder from most of the village long afterwards.




Sermons

Degas likes to keep these more down to earth than the previous preacher, especially since he’s not especially trained in such matters. He will share news of a fellow villager’s death so that the others can keep a lookout for them upon their return. He organizes community projects to try and bolster flagging morale and to continue the teachings of the Temples through these simple deeds. Otherwise he just tries to offer words of comfort and encourage fellow Tempe go-ers to keep the faith. They just have to hold out for a sign that the tides will turn in their favor once more.

The arrival of newcomers is met with equal amounts of relief and wariness, unsure if this is a sign or a test. While Degas offers to help new arrivals and invites them to Temple functions openly he won’t take kindly to anyone trying to question held beliefs. Not enough to run them out of town like Elsie and her mother, but a socially cold shoulder on a tiny island isn’t ideal either. That would be about the extent of anything malicious on Degas’s part. He’s not into scheming, just hoping that change finally comes and their salvation is finally brought to fruition.

There is no tithing in the temple. The building was built by the community over the years and they tend to it, donating their time to its upkeep. Prayer or meditation is a part of the sermons as well, worshippers often lay a hand on the person closest to them, forming an interconnected web of touch that mimics tree branches or roots. Or they lift a hand up, palm facing upwards, as a new sprouted plant might push its way out of the dirt. Prayers are muttered, never shouted, creating a wind-like sound as the murmurs are offered up to the Goddesses. There’s songs sung, often accompanied by rhythmic clapping or stomping, or additional voices adding to the cacophony. Instruments are of the handheld variety (hurdy gurdy, fiddle, pan flute), there’s no pianos or organs to be found in the Temple.




Philosophy & Teachings

The Temple espouses the bonds of fellowship above all else, save for the reverence paid to the Four Mothers. It's beliefs are steeped in the hard-working, salt-of-the-earth people who first came to the island, weaving together the fabric of this new society from nothing more than a precious seedling. While its traditions are humble those who hold them dear also hold them close..

It is generally considered sacrilege to depict the goddesses in art with their faces showing, and most art of them will tactfully cover their faces with things like Serannai's mask, Kora's hat, a cloud in front of Celestine's face, or a mourning veil for Mortanne. As it is believed to be disrespectful to presume their facial features.

And while prayer in temples is perfectly fine, it's believed that it is more effective to go to the goddesses where they live--- the forest for Serannai, the beach for Kora, mountains or hearths for Celestine, and graveyards or anywhere snowy for Mortanne. However recent events makes this extremely difficult.

There’s a rock, the tree roots, a bowl of sand, and an old gravestone in the temple for substitutes, although they are poor ones.



The Goddesses

Serranai is the goddess of Spring and the Earth. She is depicted as a satyr who wears a deer skull mask and firey red hair. She can be somewhat mischievous and playful, but can also be a fierce warrior if needed, and is an exceptional archer. She also views the Earth as her canvas and flowers her paints, and any particularly beautiful nature scenes or flower beds are often described as "Serranai's art."

Kora is the goddess of Summer and the Sea. She is depicted as a pirate queen of sorts, a sailor and adventurer with a golden cutlass, olive skin, and long raven hair. She is often seen wearing jewelry made from fish bones, sea glass, and sapphires. It is sometimes believed that sailors who get lost at sea have joined Kora's crew.

Celestine is the goddess of Autumn and the Sky. She is depicted with very very dark skin and cloud-like coily hair that is pale golden like morning sunlight and iridescent. Her dark black eyes are said to be full of stars and she wears an intricate silver gown with a delicately embroidered starmap. She keeps rain, sunshine, snow, and wind in glass bottles on her shelves and will sprinkle them down onto the earth from her home in the clouds.

Mortanne is the goddess of Winter and the Beyond. She is depicted as very pale with long white hair who always appears as the same age or just slightly older than the person she is speaking to at the time of their death. She drives a black funeral carriage drawn by white ghostly horses, and will drive the spirits of the dead to their afterlife while talking to her passenger, asking them questions about their life and prompting them to reflect and take one last opportunity to learn and grow. It is said that the moment you fully understand what kind of life you have lived and what sort of afterlife you have earned is when the carriage will arrive at its destination.




The Building



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Solistice Wednesday Sermon

[personal profile] preacher_in_reticence 2023-06-21 11:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Gathering those who make an appearance at the temple, Degas ushers them to take a seat in the main room. It’s the longest day of the year, but he starts at the regular evening time, just after a warm meal has been served to those in attendance. Plenty of time for a sermon before dusk sweeps over their sleepy little town. Chairs and pillows and roots serve as a hodge podge seating arrangement around the singular chair in the middle that the man sits upon. One leg over the other, a well worm tome in hand as if reading a bedtime story, he recites a passage on the bounty of the earth and the community that comes together to work the land and its bounty.

“In that spirit of togetherness I would ask you to keep an eye out for Halsey Coburns. Unfortunately he was found…hm, expired, out in the forest. By sunset tomorrow he should be returned to us, but who knows exactly when or where.” The man closes his book with one hand, offering a kindly smile to those in attendance. “And of course, please continue to keep an eye out for our newest arrivals. Also, remember to avoid Lake Sal-Co-Penn and the bodies in the water.”

Degas pauses, a curious look passing over his face, but he carries on. “Oh, and the little brutoks are still underfoot. Keep your lanterns lit, my friends. I hope to see you all on Sunday, but if you wish a private word with me I’ll linger here until dusk.”
Edited 2023-06-22 00:57 (UTC)
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Re: Solstice Wednesday Sermon

[personal profile] wildfirecatcafe 2023-06-22 01:39 am (UTC)(link)
Beatric is sitting quietly in the temple room, listening carefully to Degas's sermon.

Aren't you an atheist? Why did you take us to church?

I was an atheist back home. This place is so not part of the world we grew up in, though, so I think it behooves us to at least go over stuff again to double-check.

... Also I think a "church" is a specific type of religious building, and this is at least technically not that.

... ... HEY WAIT A SEC, the heck you mean 'aren't you an atheist', like you don't live in my brain and know the same exact stuff I do?


My religious beliefs have never been relevant to your life, why should I have mentioned them~

... Make that trying to listen to Degas's sermon.
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[personal profile] lordoftheozarks 2023-06-22 02:10 am (UTC)(link)
Erik has not been a man of any religion for a very, very long time. Not since death took him, and not really before either. But he is making an effort, shall we say, to scope out the climate of this town. He sat quietly through the meal of which he could not partake and then settled upon a chair to listen to the sermon with respectful attention. He must say, this isn't nearly as distasteful as some sermons he's been subjected to. This preacher is a good speaker and his voice is pleasant. Perhaps Erik could make this a routine.

Once the service ends, he meanders over to chat. "Kind of you to speak of looking after us newly arrived, Father. May I introduce myself? I am Lord Erik Osborne."
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[personal profile] preacher_in_reticence 2023-06-22 02:52 pm (UTC)(link)
As he continues on, reading well-worn lines from equally well-worn pages, Degas does look out upon his flock. All familiar faces, seen time and time again over these last few years, save for a handful.

Beatrix stands out, both for being a new face and also for how distracted she seems. Perhaps she's mulling over the scripture...or perhaps she's speaking to those others knocking about her mind. He doesn't linger on the thought, not wanting to distract himself in the middle of his point.

Together, the goddesses will hear their pleas and grant them succor. They just had to hold on until then. Degas concludes by offering the symbolic representations of their four beloved Mothers for prayer, in whatever way they feel comfortable and to offer his presence should anyone need it. As those gathered begin to disperse, he makes a point to greet Beatrix, taking a seat beside her.

"It's good to see you here, Miss Beatrix. How are you settling into our fair town?"
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[personal profile] preacher_in_reticence 2023-06-22 03:39 pm (UTC)(link)
At supper Degas enjoyed quiet conversations with his fellow villagers, stopping by to check in with most who enjoyed the same. A good preacher is also observant, so the untouched meal of one of the newcomers doesn't go unnoticed.

After service concludes and he filters through those in attendance Degas turns his attention to the new face in his flock. "After five years, you appreciate a fresh face and a new perspective." he places a hand over his chest, bowing slightly. "Lord Osborne, there's no need to address me as Father. I am but a humble servant for the Temple who's preacher has been missing for some time. But it is good to meet you and I'm glad that you've joined us for this sermon. How are you settling into our fair little village?"
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[personal profile] lordoftheozarks 2023-06-22 05:15 pm (UTC)(link)
"This community has been in this state for five years already?" For a vampire that is a mere blink but for the humans here, well, he's shocked more of them haven't gone mad.

"My apologies for assuming," he repeats the gesture with his own hand over his still heart, and a bow of his head. It's for the best, really, if he doesn't go shaking people's hands. They would be shocked by the cold, waxy feel of him.

"I'm sorry that your predecessor has gone missing. You must have been close to have taken up the position in their stead? I must admit that the more I explore your village, the more stories of such tragedies I uncover. You all have certainly fallen on some hard times, but I am impressed with your remarkable resilience." All that is designed to sound like an answer to the question without giving much away personally. But he will add one little bit on, "Much as it is distressing to be here, I've been met with mostly warm hospitality. I'm in no position to complain."
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Re: Solistice Wednesday Sermon

[personal profile] restingslasherface 2023-06-23 06:39 am (UTC)(link)
Jean listens attentively to the sermon. Apologies, Degas, but their face is just like that when at rest; at least they seem to be taking notes? But that offer for a private word has their attention, and they approach the preacher for one.

Manners first. A hand out, to shake, and Jean's best sharp-toothed smile. "You've got a lovely voice, sir. Jean, new hire - erm, new arrival. Pleasure! To meet you. Hi! Wait fuck - wait you're not supposed to swear in church -"

This is just gonna keep going unless they're interrupted.
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[personal profile] preacher_in_reticence 2023-06-25 07:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Perhaps they have gone mad, in quiet, unsettling ways. Degas wouldn't claim to be entirely of sound mind after so long. Once a man has a few deaths under his belt the bar for normal tends to shift.

"I'm certain it must be custom where you're from. It's much the same here," But the preacher waves off Erik's apology regardless. "I wasn't chosen so much as I was volunteered, but the Temple has been a part of my life, professionally or not, since my earliest memories." He pauses a moment, smile quick and tight. "It tends to keep me out of trouble."

His expression grow contemplative at Erik's observation, a slight nod in agreement. "I'm glad you've been welcomed as you, and the others, should be. Have you given any thought to how you might want to spend your days?"
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[personal profile] preacher_in_reticence 2023-06-25 08:13 pm (UTC)(link)
The toothy grin is a tad unsettling, even Degas would admit, but luckily he's a practiced enough preacher that it doesn't slow him down too much.

Seems he has a lively one on his hands. Degas returns the handshake, his own firm but not overly tight or controlling. At least until jean starts to ramble, that is. His free hand goes atop theirs still clasped, as if to steady them.

"Welcome to Pumpkin Hollow, Mister Jean." He remarks lightly, making a big assumption of them from the get-go. "Don't fret, I've heard worse in time and certainly worse than that even in these hollowed halls. You must be another new arrival, I hope your transition to life here has been a smooth one thus far?"
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[personal profile] restingslasherface 2023-06-25 10:21 pm (UTC)(link)
"Mister -" Jean looks down as if checking something on themself, and then back up. That's not accurate but Jean's not sure how to explain so that's all the sign of a problem they're giving right now.

They cover up with another grin. "There's been so much to do! Always stay busy, idle hands do the devil's work, ha ha - but um. I did have! Some questions that might be a bit - will, more than a bit, like, very - ignorant. If you don't mind?"
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[personal profile] preacher_in_reticence 2023-06-26 01:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Degas arches a brow, waiting in patience silence until they speak again. "There is plenty of work for everyone, yes."

And somehow his eyebrow raises higher. "I try to keep an open mind. This is a strange place to you, so if I can ease any worries through explanation then I would be happy to do so." He finishes the statement by gesturing with a hand, palm up, giving Jean the go ahead to ask away.
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[personal profile] restingslasherface 2023-06-26 02:12 pm (UTC)(link)
"Okay, so!" Digging, digging - there's their question sheet! Jean's handwriting is godawful but somehow they can read it themself. The first few questions are very basic and about the church here; where might Jean read more about this faith and its gods, are there other holy sites on the island, is worship compulsory. There's an awkward one at the end that Jean doesn't quite know how to ask but it eventually comes out as: "I promise I'm asking because it's been relevant to my life! I am not trying to be insulting! You don't do human sacrifice do you?"

If Jean's finger on the paper is any indication they still have more questions.
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[personal profile] lordoftheozarks 2023-06-27 01:42 am (UTC)(link)
"It is, yes." He doesn't comment on if he participates in religion where he's from. Best leave that be.

"Chosen or volunteered, you have still stepped up to the duty well enough. You seem respected by your peers." Much as he is dying to ask more about what involved Degas in this church from so young an age, he fears that might be a bit too forward. He'll keep it in mind.

"I am giving a great deal of thought to it. That is part of why I am here. I am trying to find where I may best fit. You may make me your pitch, if you wish."
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[personal profile] preacher_in_reticence 2023-06-28 01:13 am (UTC)(link)
Jean came prepared, unnervingly so, yet Degas dutifully answers every single on as best as he's able. He directs Jean to the library or to come to more sermons for any other information. He pauses at the second, "There are, you can visit them if you so wish, but keep in mind we're never sure when another curse will sweep these lands. They're more, generally speaking, a place to commune rather than an actual building. Should you seek guidance from Mortanne seek out snowy climes or any gravestone on the isle. For Kora any of the beaches will do. Celestine makes her home in the mountains or in one of hearths, and finally Serannai out in the woods. I think you can imagine we have out stand-ins here in the Temple, especially with brutoks on the loose now."

Degas raises both brows at the last question, his face a dour mask. "Of course not!" Before he catches himself, taking a calming breath. "Of course not. It's only by our bonds forged together that we've survived these past few years, and the Mothers would never grant succor to those willing to betray others by blooding their hands in such a manner."

Thankfully Degas is nothing but patient in most cases. He gestures towards the list, "And the rest?"
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[personal profile] preacher_in_reticence 2023-06-28 01:26 am (UTC)(link)
Degas merely gives Erik a polite nod of the head, a tight smile at the praise. Truth be told it sits uncomfortably on his shoulders.

"I merely have some suggestions," He says with a hint of a chuckle. "Depending on your disposition, naturally. If you are so creatively inclined, the village finds itself bereft of artisans, painters, writers, poets and the like. Or perhaps start up a new venture, although that will take time and brass. The mayor is eager to have new hands on deck, but we can't foot the bill for everything unfortunately. I'm not sure the other avenues for brass will suit someone of your, ah...stature."
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[personal profile] restingslasherface 2023-06-28 02:18 am (UTC)(link)
Everything is coming up Jean! No human sacrifices? They wish this place was in the City, maybe people could calm down for five minutes and have a sandwich and it shows in their body language in a vibrating excitement not unlike a dog that just saw you grab the leash. They move the question sheet up, using their thumbs to mark their place: "Who owns and runs this island? What are like, the local taboos?" There's a way anthropologists say that word, and that's not how Jean says it; out of their mouth it's more like 'laws'. "Who makes the brass and why brass? And - oh wait, rambling, sorry, I'm - I used to work in a library -"
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[personal profile] preacher_in_reticence 2023-06-28 02:36 am (UTC)(link)
There's a note of concern in Degas's expression. Hopefully Jean being this excited is a good thing. Frankly he's not sure, between them and some of the other new arrivals. The Goddesses work in mysterious ways, after all.

"Oh, that would be the Leeds family. Dahlia's the only one left, but she runs the Historical Society and would welcome your questions as well." The question of taboos draws a quiet harrumph out of the preacher. "Most of the usual ones, I should think. And as for the brass, it's mined and it's abundant, just as the Four Mothers love for us all is."

He pauses, wondering how much of a terror Jean might be in the library if unleashed. "You're in an unfamiliar land, so questions are only natural." He settles on saying, diplomatically.
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[personal profile] restingslasherface 2023-06-28 02:58 am (UTC)(link)
Mined. That doesn't...sound right...brass is an alloy. It has to be forged, Jean thinks, and that Thinking (patent pending) shows on their face in a thoughtful frown. Maybe the local library will have more information. If it's somehow actually just in the earth that's weird as all get-out, and if it's not...well, someone made it. Maybe that someone left something underground that can be found and poked through, like the ruins of an old Nest.

"...This curse," Jean says at last. "How sure are you that there's just one?"
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[personal profile] preacher_in_reticence 2023-06-30 02:10 am (UTC)(link)
Jean's right about that, but Degas is a man of scripture not of the mines so that's about the extent of his knowledge. Good thing Jean is already curious enough to go scope things out.

"I'm not certain of that," Degas admits readily enough. "But I'd prefer to think of it as a singular curse with a singular solution, whatever that may be."

And perhaps he's wrong in that opinion too, but what choice does he have? Thinking of multiple curses or layers of them would have driven him mad years ago. "Time will tell, I suppose."
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[personal profile] restingslasherface 2023-06-30 02:21 am (UTC)(link)
Well, Degas, for the first time in this conversation Jean writes that down. Make of that what you will. Assumptions, in their experience, are a good way to die or worse, and the 'or worse' comes in oh-so-many fascinating varieties.

At last Jean puts their notes away. "I look forward to working with you! Or. For you? I'm not really clear about the chain of command here! But either way, very last question is: what do you need to know? Your department here, that is - what information's yours to keep and sort?"
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[personal profile] preacher_in_reticence 2023-06-30 02:42 am (UTC)(link)
That's slightly unnerving, to say the least. Then again this whole conversation has rattled the preacher, but no doubt it's a test of some sort. He'll weather it like the rest.

"With would be more appropriate, I feel. The Mayor is technically in charge and would be glad to point you to a job, but you're welcome to find one on your own." Jean's question gives him reason to pause, if only to think of the correct wording.

"Matters of the scripture, I suppose. Although it's not really mine, but I'm it's keeper for the time being. I'm simply the preacher here at the Temple, if that's what you mean by department?" Their wording is truly strange at times.
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[personal profile] restingslasherface 2023-06-30 02:56 am (UTC)(link)
"It's close enough!" Things Jean will not be saying aloud: damn this place is set up inefficiently. Things they are saying out loud: "I'll sort out any information that seems relevant and get it to you here, shouldn't be too different from the old setup, even if Religion wasn't my department...but! It's good to know! Got it covered! Thank you for your patience, Mister Degas sir, won't be letting you down."
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[personal profile] preacher_in_reticence 2023-07-06 02:57 am (UTC)(link)
Degas blinks a few times, not entirely sure what to make of Jean by this point. "Oh, I don't believe you will disappoint, but do remember to take care of yourself as well."

Wouldn't want one of the newcomers to keel over right away. That just leaves a bad impression.
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[personal profile] lordoftheozarks 2023-07-06 06:49 pm (UTC)(link)
"Alas, I was more the collector and admirer of art than a creator of it," Erik says wistfully. All that time he had on his hands and still he could not seem to develop much of a talent for any craft. "I am a decent writer and orator, but I lack for creativity."

His expression does change to show some interest in the idea of starting his own venture. This would not be the first time. Degas is right, he will need resources to do that. He will need, potentially, an investor. The town won't be it. He knows that now for certain.

"What do you judge my stature to be? I am curious what kind of first impression I make. Go on, I will not be offended." Or, if he is, he will keep it to himself.

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[personal profile] preacher_in_reticence 2023-07-07 11:00 pm (UTC)(link)
His brows raise slightly. A collector of sorts, not one to do the work, perhaps but the hand to guide it. Degas considers these points carefully before answering.

"You strike me as a leader. Although the title of Lord would suggest such, I mean that in the more...lived in sense. I fear the mayor may have to keep an eye on her desk lest you eventually take it over," He adds the last with a deep chuckle. "Whether ruthless or kindly, time will tell."

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