Philosopher’s Phantasy (Private/Social)
Mar 17, 2024 7:21:41 GMT -5
Post by Elvira, Wandering Cleric on Mar 17, 2024 7:21:41 GMT -5
It was a warm day in Moonglade, particularly so in the exposed Stargazer’s Village. Elvira didn’t mind, though. She was here for one of her favorite activities. The night was set to be a full moon, and there were whispers of a meteor shower that was supposed to flare up in the early hours of the morning. It was going to be epic.
She stood in the marketplace, viewing various fruits. The savory smells of the nearby chefs cooking a stir-fried spider mixed with the yeasty scents of bakeries to create an aroma that would make even the sickest man’s stomach grumble, and she was no exception. Not usually one to indulge, she received a surprised look from the cooks as she placed an order. It was in that moment that she laughed softly, realizing just how much she frequented this village.
After receiving her food, she sought out a quieter place to feast on the delicacy. Just as she picked up a piece of meat, a shouting came from down the road. A group of traveling merchants were painfully crying out for help. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she stood to perform her duties.
As she healed deep gashes, gruesome slashes, and gaping wounds, the merchants would explain that a bandit group stole demanded everything they had. Supposedly one of the merchants tried to stand up to the bandits and was met with a painfully untimely fate. That’s when the man she had her hands on broke into tears and pointed out the sled with a blanket on it.
The blanket which, he explained, covered the body of his brother. His brother who stood up to the bandits and was now unrecognizable.
Elvira hugged the man and moved over to the sled, a white light emanating from her hands. She placed them on the blanket and whispered prayers. There was no way for her to cure death, at least not one that she could do after so long, but she could at least guide the soul to the afterlife and make sure no necromancy would be performed on this body. Nobody deserved to see their brother rise from the dead to be a mindless vassal of one’s bidding.
When all was said and done, she guides the group to a nearby mortuary and sat down to eat once more. The cold food was a spit in the face after having seen and relived the scene she saw all-too-many times. By the Gods, she wished Nieven was here to-
”Tell me, how do you sleep at night and wake yourself in the morning?” The voice sounded older, well-traveled, but clearly not well-taught in the ways of societal norms. She whipped around, totally shocked by the display of such a lack of cordiality. A man stood there, seemingly out of place. When the hells did he get a chance to walk up on her?
“Well, that is no way to greet a lady, is it? Had your mother not taught you well?” Truthfully, she didn’t care. She was more or less toying with the man who had completely thrown her off. She loved the weird strangers and, honestly, this man’s weirdness was off the charts. She loved it, though she was slightly annoyed by the question. A curious smile stretched across her face regardless.
”Now, try again. Perhaps start with a name this time, yes?”
She stood in the marketplace, viewing various fruits. The savory smells of the nearby chefs cooking a stir-fried spider mixed with the yeasty scents of bakeries to create an aroma that would make even the sickest man’s stomach grumble, and she was no exception. Not usually one to indulge, she received a surprised look from the cooks as she placed an order. It was in that moment that she laughed softly, realizing just how much she frequented this village.
After receiving her food, she sought out a quieter place to feast on the delicacy. Just as she picked up a piece of meat, a shouting came from down the road. A group of traveling merchants were painfully crying out for help. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she stood to perform her duties.
As she healed deep gashes, gruesome slashes, and gaping wounds, the merchants would explain that a bandit group stole demanded everything they had. Supposedly one of the merchants tried to stand up to the bandits and was met with a painfully untimely fate. That’s when the man she had her hands on broke into tears and pointed out the sled with a blanket on it.
The blanket which, he explained, covered the body of his brother. His brother who stood up to the bandits and was now unrecognizable.
Elvira hugged the man and moved over to the sled, a white light emanating from her hands. She placed them on the blanket and whispered prayers. There was no way for her to cure death, at least not one that she could do after so long, but she could at least guide the soul to the afterlife and make sure no necromancy would be performed on this body. Nobody deserved to see their brother rise from the dead to be a mindless vassal of one’s bidding.
When all was said and done, she guides the group to a nearby mortuary and sat down to eat once more. The cold food was a spit in the face after having seen and relived the scene she saw all-too-many times. By the Gods, she wished Nieven was here to-
”Tell me, how do you sleep at night and wake yourself in the morning?” The voice sounded older, well-traveled, but clearly not well-taught in the ways of societal norms. She whipped around, totally shocked by the display of such a lack of cordiality. A man stood there, seemingly out of place. When the hells did he get a chance to walk up on her?
“Well, that is no way to greet a lady, is it? Had your mother not taught you well?” Truthfully, she didn’t care. She was more or less toying with the man who had completely thrown her off. She loved the weird strangers and, honestly, this man’s weirdness was off the charts. She loved it, though she was slightly annoyed by the question. A curious smile stretched across her face regardless.
”Now, try again. Perhaps start with a name this time, yes?”