WlfSamurai
Maelstrom Engineer
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The Dragonborn nods. "I believe I do know its general location. There is a mountain range in the direction that the monster came from, and it flew back the same way. I followed it for a time before I lost sight of the dragon, but I caught traces of its passage. Once I am strong enough, I will go back to find this dragon, and when I do, I will lay at its feet every life that it took that day when it destroyed Laketown. At least I am not foolish enough to go face such a monster alone; with my friends at my side, soon enough we'll be able to stop its rampage."Without skipping a beat the incredibly strong looking dragon born continued on with the campfire stories and told his tale. Vaeryn listened intently to the story of the past soldier. Her mouth dropped and her eyes widened and almost sparkled at the mention of a dragon. She had heard dozens of stories about those. They sounded terrifying and awe inspiring, she would love to meet one. Though his dragon sounded pretty mean. She noticed a certain intensity to his tone as he spoke of the dragon and what it did to his home town. Her expression softened as she started to realize the kind of impact a dragon attack could have on a survivor. "I'm really sorry, Garroth.. Do you have any idea where it ran off too? Oh! Does it have a name?"
Athaclenna covers her mouth to hide her amusement at the plight of the armored construct man. She then covers up her youthful giggle with a smile of appreciation as the flask of liquor comes to her. She politely takes a drink, then proceeds to cough as the powerful stuff burns her throat as it goes down. When she can finally stop coughing, she glares at the flask as if to accuse it of some crime before passing it along to someone else.
The wood elf takes a deep breath to make sure that she won't burst out in another coughing fit, then says, "Well meet, everyone. I am Athaclenna, a cleric of the god Corellon." She briefly touches her holy symbol for her god that is hanging around her neck. "Sometimes, my friends call me Clenna for short. I have been called to go forth and bring the light of Corellon to the elves of this land that may have fallen away from his worship. My dear sister here," she places her hand upon the shoulder of E'Lania, "has agreed to come along with me as an escort. Supposedly to keep me out of trouble, but I rather doubt that I need any help in that department. After all, I'm well over a hundred; its not like I'm a child anymore."
That last comment seems to be a bit odd, especially since Clenna appears to be older than the half-elf sitting next to her.
Athaclenna looks over at Vaeryn first, saying, "Well, Corellon usually doesn't communicate directly with the lower priests, saving that for the High Priest of the Great Temple. But, I do feel His presence in every breath that I take, every beat of my heart. It is through my prayers to Him that I am able to work magic in His name. I healed the sick and afflicted when they came to Grovetall's Temple with my modest skill before I received a vision that it was time for me to go forth and bring the light of Corellon to his people that have traveled away from our homes.""A holy task! Oh wow! That's really cool~! Does Corellon speak to you? Also... Where I come from we start out small and grown as we age, is that different here or..?" She asked hesitantly as she pointed between the two cute elves at the mention of the smaller elf there to keep the bigger one out of trouble.
Turning her attention to Bentley, she smiles wide. "I am always willing to answer any questions brought to me by seekers of the truth. Corellon is the leader of the elvish Gods of Good, and was the great maker of the elvish race. I do not try to convert anyone, but I do try to show by my example of the righteous life as one given His blessing. What would you like to know?"He turned attention to Elven Cleric who spoke about their profession. The topic of religion literally grinds the gears of this Cleric Robot, but he was interested though. He observed the symbols that marked his arms, still glowing from when he spat out whatever was in his throat. "Emissary of Divine Beings," he begun, "enlighten me for a minute will you? I would like to know more about the God you solicit others to follow. I believe I am not familiar with that being." His massive frame towering over the elf, as if its inquisition was meant to intimidate. Although, Bentley had learned that being direct was the best way to acquire information. Especially given his background... (@Psychie) (Maybe @Idea too because of proximity?)
Athaclenna joins Vaeryn in her sympathy for Garroth. "That is terrible! Losing your home like that! I know the pain of loss; my parents were killed when I was very young. I know its not quite the same, but if you ever feel like talking, I am a good listener."
Her spirits brighten when both Vaeryn and Bentley address her about her calling as a cleric.
Athaclenna looks over at Vaeryn first, saying, "Well, Corellon usually doesn't communicate directly with the lower priests, saving that for the High Priest of the Great Temple. But, I do feel His presence in every breath that I take, every beat of my heart. It is through my prayers to Him that I am able to work magic in His name. I healed the sick and afflicted when they came to Grovetall's Temple with my modest skill before I received a vision that it was time for me to go forth and bring the light of Corellon to his people that have traveled away from our homes."
Turning her attention to Bentley, she smiles wide. "I am always willing to answer any questions brought to me by seekers of the truth. Corellon is the leader of the elvish Gods of Good, and was the great maker of the elvish race. I do not try to convert anyone, but I do try to show by my example of the righteous life as one given His blessing. What would you like to know?"
OOC Do I need to make a Religion roll to recognize the symbols on Bentley as divine in origin?
Athaclenna smiles. It is nice to talk with someone different about religion than just the other priests at the temple.
"You ask so many questions! Let me first say that while I was not around when Corellon was working his powers, according to all our lore and records, he was her long before the elven race." She nibbles at her hardtack, thinking. "You ask about what makes a person, or god, good? How should I answer that? His actions are beneficial to his worshipers, and that can be thought of as good, at least for those that follow His teachings. He stands against those that would conquer and crush the free will from us, because there are those gods that would enslave us and drive hope from the world. Is that a good act? It would depend on your perspective, I suppose. But in my mind, the biggest reason why I consider Corellon 'good' is that he asks for our worship without force or coercion, and gives us his love, guidance and blessings through his clerics."
"So, I would ask of you, what do you think is 'good'? I am not trying to confront you, but I am curious as to how you view the world and the people that live in it."
OOC I have no clue as to the nature of your runes. lol
Garroth chuckles. "Bentley, you should be careful with whom you talk about religion with. It is a dangerous subject for many, and more than one war has been started out because of religious disagreements. It is almost as dangerous as talking politics, telling a woman that she is wrong, or baptizing a cat. All can get you into trouble." He lets his jaw hang open in a smile, showing in his way that his comments about women are all in jest.