RavenSong
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Novama
Goals for this RP :
Joanne Vallenhart -
RavenSong
-Establish Religious standing with the Knights of Dala the Protector
-Gain clues about the ritual regarding the traitors of the Church of Dala
Goals for
saxon
- estabkish standing with local nobility and increase reputation.
The Holy City of Ruaan.
Although barely considered a city, Ruaan was not run entirely by government but was built upon by followers of various religions. The god of law Miralis was said to have given humanity the scripture of order to the founder of their faith near a forest of healing springs. The first rumors and stories of Karkan the Merchant were said to have originated here. The very waters and air that was drawn from this region brimmed with the nectar of divinity. Given the strategic point north of Ryken and east in between the east empire and the Republic the three countries desired to take possession of this city. But to do so would mean destroying the very thing that makes the region special. Although attempts had been made to control the public opinion as to who should run the city by and large the inhabitants and religious factions desired to not have any one side affect their inner workings. Lest they'd awaken uprisings against such attempts and the people always being on the side of sovereignty.
Although it was widely known that east empire and the Republic held prejudice against humans and beastkin, anyone within the city was immune to most of the racism that both countries exhibited towards one another. Here, public executions of violators of their religious law were common. Even though at various times in the cities history when taken by the Republic and East empire held prejudice against the other. Religions had clashed over this city for years and decades of wars and violence stained their past but the city endured. Some say it was the gods and goddesses' will for them to fight. History seemed to favor those that believed in their diety the most. While others blame other factors better known to strategists, historians and warlords.
—
Prelude.
Midnight. At the Chapel of Dala.
The order of templar's known as the Knights of Dala enter the sacred chamber where a chalice is kept. Three of the templar's that enter the chamber have what appear to be relics in their hands, one a broken twisted spear head, a chainmail shirt and an eye wrapped in silken silver cloth. The relics glow with necrotic energy as the templar's approach the chalice. A fourth and seemingly of higher authority among them enters the chamber, “It is now that we fuse our lady Dala’s holy chalice with those of the demon lords of old. Our whole lives have been spent in search of these fell artifacts. And at long last, we may finally find rest. For it is only through the joining of both the divine and the hells that we shall forever seal peace upon this world forever!” He raised his hands, “Let it be known that our lady wills this union, for she is Dala the Protector and it is through her that this ritual is possible.”
The artifacts suddenly come to life if the growing presence of one another, the templar's begin to hear screams and hellish laughter and words of hatred emitt for the items in their hands. Yet, they remain still and poised but their minds would be slowly corrupted.
However, in light of such actions the chalice begins to hum, the jewels encrusted upon it glow brighter and more luminant until it explodes in radiant light, blinding the knights so much that they drop the demonic artifacts and the ground suddenly quakes.
From beneath the ground a fiery red dragon claws it's way through the earth, haste In it's movements as if it's masters whips were behind him. It finally explodes onto the surface world above with a volcanic blast sending giant boulders of burning magma and molten earth upon the holy city of Ruaan. The dragon towers above the city before it's throat glows like hot coals and spits fire into the sky, creating a backdrop of raining fire instantly. “The chalice! Where is it?” The dragon calls into the city as it claws it's way out of the volcanic mountain it created and makes it's way towards the chapel, knocking down buildings and raising houses to the ground, “Itsssss.. here.” The dragon hisses before sending a plume of fire and smoke into the chapel. Burning the frantic knights to ash and taking the artifacts with it. “My name is Kraliamun servant of Beluum, you foolish humans think you could summon the power of the demon lords! Now, you shall know fear! You shall know, death!” The dragon spread it's wings wide as it roared with all its might and wrath. Taking a deep breath it proceeded to burning whatever was left of the chapel then with another breath sent another fiery chasm into the sky before retreating back into the lava spilling fissure created upon its arrival.
—
Joanne had arrived four days after the dragon attack, helping the needy and the sick and especially the injured. She did her best at the chapel infirmary working overtime to mend wounds from broken limbs to bare bone burnings. Currently however, she found herself in a tent full of victims that had been dug out of a collapsed building, she held one particular young girls hand, close to her heart as the nun wept the girls eyes were still and her pupils dilated. “Return to your mother, Elis. She waits for you in the land of poppies far beyond grief and sorrow. Go now, and dream in bliss, forever.” The young girls hand went limp and the nuns' tears welled as she closed the victims open eyes. Sister Joanne would lay her head on the girls torso and wept for a few moments before she was called once again to tend to more of the injured. “Yes, I'll be right there.” She managed as she got up and quickly wiped the sorrow from her face.
“Count a hundred and nine among the casualties.”
“The girl died?” The soldier asked the nun to which she simply nodded.
“Sister, why do the gods want us all dead after decades of peace?” The soldier asked.
Joanne looked at him for a moment then toward the rubble before them. “The gods work in mysterious ways, however, dragons don't simply attack for sport. Something.. or someone drew it here.”
“Right. Today it appears the clergy of Dala the Protector have stated their holiest artifact has gone missing. They're claiming the dragon took it.”
“Perhaps we should investigate.” Joanne replied, emptiness in her eyes from witnessing so much death.
“Not unless you join their order. They keep their secrets very much private.”
“Then it is time for me to devote myself to the goddess Dala. If this choice has been now laid before me then the gods have chosen my path to follow. Perhaps it's Dala herself to guides me now.”
Placing a hand on her shoulder the soldier replied, “You've done so much here sister, take a breather, I can see the death in your eyes.”
“Perhaps you're right. But I won't abandon the people here. I shall rest for a moment and rejoin the effort.” The nun bowed her head softly and the soldier returned the bow in kind.
After drinking water and nourishing provisions she overheard a knight speaking to one of his comrades. “..as unsettling as that is, the bishops all agree this to have been the case, there's proof in letters towards one another and registered outings for months on end to remote places. It's incredible they were successful but.. it seems their luck ran out here, and now..” the other templar shushed the one speaking, “..quiet you fool! This isn't the time or place to talk about this, let's get back to the church. We have to figure out the plans to rebuild the chapel.”
Joanne took a deep breath and entwined her hands together, muttering a prayer in thanks for the path being laid out for her. Following after the knights she eventually reached a gate that represented the entrance to the church. “Halt and reveal.” The guard said, putting his hand forward in a stopping gesture. “I am Sister Joanne Valencourt, I have come to join your order in faith and fealty.”
“We're currently not accepting new members due to the recent troubles, I cannot allow-” That was when another would reveal himself to the nun. A templar knight. “May Dala bless you, sister Valencourt. My name is Hector. Why do you choose Dala as your diety of choice?”
“May the gods bless you, sir Hector. I pray Dala has called me forth onto your ranks for a particular mission I have yet to understand. I have traveled far and wide through this world in hopes to serve, protect and destroy wherever evil may reside. Please. Will you not have me?” The death in her eyes and her words astonished the guards and the knight Hector himself, they looked at each other then Hector would usher her in. “This way, sister.”
The nun was lead through the chambers of the monastery, most of the followers were tending to their sick and to the battered down by the dragon attack. Bandages stopped bleeding gashes, flies accumulated among those laid in the courtyards ready for burning. She followed down the halls as the light shone through every window, the sky still red with the plumes of ash launched into the sky. Hector spoke as they walked and Joanne followed with her hands in prayer. “Dala the Protector as she is known among us, is the youngest daughter of the god Miralis, lord of the law. She is our temple, she is our sword and she is our shield. Our duties as faithful followers of the Lady of Shields is to protect the weak, humble the strong, quell malice wherever it might reside and lead a life of service to those who might need it. That is what we do. Our proof is the Holy Chalice of Renewal which was given to the first of our order as a token of our faith. However, this chalice was stolen four days ago by the dragon Kraliamun and we are currently mustering every able bodied faithful to join our new crusade against this fell creature.”
Arriving at a small chapel lit by various candles and a silver statue of Dala in battle with some sort of multi headed serpent Hector continued, “Kneel before Dala, sister.” Joanne would do as told. “I am at Dala's command.” Hector would then give the nun a dagger. “Prove it.” Taking the dagger in her hands she looked back to the templar before the nun would slowly and painfully pierce the palm of her hand. The sharp end of the dagger clean through the other side. She grunted softly, and gritting her teeth she suddenly twisted the dagger in her hand opening the wound further, gasping loudly before finally pulling it out and giving it back to the knight.
“It is with prayer and deeds that appease Dala. Yet, it is with blood that we prove our fealty to her father Miralis.”
The knight would wrap Joannes bleeding hand with a bandage then give her a ring with the seal of Dala. “The church, welcomes you, Sister Valencourt.”
–
The following day Joanne woke up from a deep sleep. One of which she hadn't felt in a very long time throughout her travels. However the violence and painful truth of life remained outside the monastery walls. Seeking to continue her work, she made ready as best she could with one hand while the other ached. The thought of healing it ran through her mind, however, this was an oath of faith not a maiming, it was a symbol of her commitment and one she would have to die before turning back against lest she'd lose favor.
As she walked through the armory she decided to clad herself in plated armor, However this was something she wasn't very much used to, it was heavier and bulkier and not as agile but to undergo the duty of protecting others likely meant getting in harms way to do so. Using that logic and with the help of another knight they fastened her leather armors with belts and leather straps, then boots, gloves and shoulder leather and wool padding. Finally the forged plated and layered steel that came after, strapped by metal studded leather and finally a helm which fastened to her head and padded with wool and other materials. She was then given a great sword one to wield with both hands, although she had some trouble wielding it at the moment due to her injured hand. The knight that helped her replied once finished, “May your enemies flee in fear in sight of Dala's might.”
Joanne bowed her head within the helm before taking it off and strapping it to her back pack along with her sword. “I shall return.”
—
The nun then made her way outside, back to the usual things that awaited her, but this time as a fledgling Knight of Dala. As the ash flakes fell upon her face and hair the nun suddenly felt a sense of devotion, something within her heart swelled. As if the divine now took over her footsteps. She took a deep breath of the charred smell in the air and made her way back to the tent. But not before a frail and panicked old man yelled and screamed at the top of his lungs. “Thieves!!! Thieves!!! They've stolen my scrolls!!! They're of utmost importance! My life's work! My everything! Countless hours, no, YEARS of research and mind wracking!!! Those miserable thieves!! Someone help me! I'm in need of great help!!” He then made his way towards the tavern and made quite the scene towards everyone within.
A shallow sigh, before Joanne made her way towards the tavern after the old man.
Novama
Goals for this RP :
Joanne Vallenhart -
RavenSong
-Establish Religious standing with the Knights of Dala the Protector
-Gain clues about the ritual regarding the traitors of the Church of Dala
Goals for
saxon
- estabkish standing with local nobility and increase reputation.The Holy City of Ruaan.
Although barely considered a city, Ruaan was not run entirely by government but was built upon by followers of various religions. The god of law Miralis was said to have given humanity the scripture of order to the founder of their faith near a forest of healing springs. The first rumors and stories of Karkan the Merchant were said to have originated here. The very waters and air that was drawn from this region brimmed with the nectar of divinity. Given the strategic point north of Ryken and east in between the east empire and the Republic the three countries desired to take possession of this city. But to do so would mean destroying the very thing that makes the region special. Although attempts had been made to control the public opinion as to who should run the city by and large the inhabitants and religious factions desired to not have any one side affect their inner workings. Lest they'd awaken uprisings against such attempts and the people always being on the side of sovereignty.
Although it was widely known that east empire and the Republic held prejudice against humans and beastkin, anyone within the city was immune to most of the racism that both countries exhibited towards one another. Here, public executions of violators of their religious law were common. Even though at various times in the cities history when taken by the Republic and East empire held prejudice against the other. Religions had clashed over this city for years and decades of wars and violence stained their past but the city endured. Some say it was the gods and goddesses' will for them to fight. History seemed to favor those that believed in their diety the most. While others blame other factors better known to strategists, historians and warlords.
—
Prelude.
Midnight. At the Chapel of Dala.
The order of templar's known as the Knights of Dala enter the sacred chamber where a chalice is kept. Three of the templar's that enter the chamber have what appear to be relics in their hands, one a broken twisted spear head, a chainmail shirt and an eye wrapped in silken silver cloth. The relics glow with necrotic energy as the templar's approach the chalice. A fourth and seemingly of higher authority among them enters the chamber, “It is now that we fuse our lady Dala’s holy chalice with those of the demon lords of old. Our whole lives have been spent in search of these fell artifacts. And at long last, we may finally find rest. For it is only through the joining of both the divine and the hells that we shall forever seal peace upon this world forever!” He raised his hands, “Let it be known that our lady wills this union, for she is Dala the Protector and it is through her that this ritual is possible.”
The artifacts suddenly come to life if the growing presence of one another, the templar's begin to hear screams and hellish laughter and words of hatred emitt for the items in their hands. Yet, they remain still and poised but their minds would be slowly corrupted.
However, in light of such actions the chalice begins to hum, the jewels encrusted upon it glow brighter and more luminant until it explodes in radiant light, blinding the knights so much that they drop the demonic artifacts and the ground suddenly quakes.
From beneath the ground a fiery red dragon claws it's way through the earth, haste In it's movements as if it's masters whips were behind him. It finally explodes onto the surface world above with a volcanic blast sending giant boulders of burning magma and molten earth upon the holy city of Ruaan. The dragon towers above the city before it's throat glows like hot coals and spits fire into the sky, creating a backdrop of raining fire instantly. “The chalice! Where is it?” The dragon calls into the city as it claws it's way out of the volcanic mountain it created and makes it's way towards the chapel, knocking down buildings and raising houses to the ground, “Itsssss.. here.” The dragon hisses before sending a plume of fire and smoke into the chapel. Burning the frantic knights to ash and taking the artifacts with it. “My name is Kraliamun servant of Beluum, you foolish humans think you could summon the power of the demon lords! Now, you shall know fear! You shall know, death!” The dragon spread it's wings wide as it roared with all its might and wrath. Taking a deep breath it proceeded to burning whatever was left of the chapel then with another breath sent another fiery chasm into the sky before retreating back into the lava spilling fissure created upon its arrival.
—
Joanne had arrived four days after the dragon attack, helping the needy and the sick and especially the injured. She did her best at the chapel infirmary working overtime to mend wounds from broken limbs to bare bone burnings. Currently however, she found herself in a tent full of victims that had been dug out of a collapsed building, she held one particular young girls hand, close to her heart as the nun wept the girls eyes were still and her pupils dilated. “Return to your mother, Elis. She waits for you in the land of poppies far beyond grief and sorrow. Go now, and dream in bliss, forever.” The young girls hand went limp and the nuns' tears welled as she closed the victims open eyes. Sister Joanne would lay her head on the girls torso and wept for a few moments before she was called once again to tend to more of the injured. “Yes, I'll be right there.” She managed as she got up and quickly wiped the sorrow from her face.
“Count a hundred and nine among the casualties.”
“The girl died?” The soldier asked the nun to which she simply nodded.
“Sister, why do the gods want us all dead after decades of peace?” The soldier asked.
Joanne looked at him for a moment then toward the rubble before them. “The gods work in mysterious ways, however, dragons don't simply attack for sport. Something.. or someone drew it here.”
“Right. Today it appears the clergy of Dala the Protector have stated their holiest artifact has gone missing. They're claiming the dragon took it.”
“Perhaps we should investigate.” Joanne replied, emptiness in her eyes from witnessing so much death.
“Not unless you join their order. They keep their secrets very much private.”
“Then it is time for me to devote myself to the goddess Dala. If this choice has been now laid before me then the gods have chosen my path to follow. Perhaps it's Dala herself to guides me now.”
Placing a hand on her shoulder the soldier replied, “You've done so much here sister, take a breather, I can see the death in your eyes.”
“Perhaps you're right. But I won't abandon the people here. I shall rest for a moment and rejoin the effort.” The nun bowed her head softly and the soldier returned the bow in kind.
After drinking water and nourishing provisions she overheard a knight speaking to one of his comrades. “..as unsettling as that is, the bishops all agree this to have been the case, there's proof in letters towards one another and registered outings for months on end to remote places. It's incredible they were successful but.. it seems their luck ran out here, and now..” the other templar shushed the one speaking, “..quiet you fool! This isn't the time or place to talk about this, let's get back to the church. We have to figure out the plans to rebuild the chapel.”
Joanne took a deep breath and entwined her hands together, muttering a prayer in thanks for the path being laid out for her. Following after the knights she eventually reached a gate that represented the entrance to the church. “Halt and reveal.” The guard said, putting his hand forward in a stopping gesture. “I am Sister Joanne Valencourt, I have come to join your order in faith and fealty.”
“We're currently not accepting new members due to the recent troubles, I cannot allow-” That was when another would reveal himself to the nun. A templar knight. “May Dala bless you, sister Valencourt. My name is Hector. Why do you choose Dala as your diety of choice?”
“May the gods bless you, sir Hector. I pray Dala has called me forth onto your ranks for a particular mission I have yet to understand. I have traveled far and wide through this world in hopes to serve, protect and destroy wherever evil may reside. Please. Will you not have me?” The death in her eyes and her words astonished the guards and the knight Hector himself, they looked at each other then Hector would usher her in. “This way, sister.”
The nun was lead through the chambers of the monastery, most of the followers were tending to their sick and to the battered down by the dragon attack. Bandages stopped bleeding gashes, flies accumulated among those laid in the courtyards ready for burning. She followed down the halls as the light shone through every window, the sky still red with the plumes of ash launched into the sky. Hector spoke as they walked and Joanne followed with her hands in prayer. “Dala the Protector as she is known among us, is the youngest daughter of the god Miralis, lord of the law. She is our temple, she is our sword and she is our shield. Our duties as faithful followers of the Lady of Shields is to protect the weak, humble the strong, quell malice wherever it might reside and lead a life of service to those who might need it. That is what we do. Our proof is the Holy Chalice of Renewal which was given to the first of our order as a token of our faith. However, this chalice was stolen four days ago by the dragon Kraliamun and we are currently mustering every able bodied faithful to join our new crusade against this fell creature.”
Arriving at a small chapel lit by various candles and a silver statue of Dala in battle with some sort of multi headed serpent Hector continued, “Kneel before Dala, sister.” Joanne would do as told. “I am at Dala's command.” Hector would then give the nun a dagger. “Prove it.” Taking the dagger in her hands she looked back to the templar before the nun would slowly and painfully pierce the palm of her hand. The sharp end of the dagger clean through the other side. She grunted softly, and gritting her teeth she suddenly twisted the dagger in her hand opening the wound further, gasping loudly before finally pulling it out and giving it back to the knight.
“It is with prayer and deeds that appease Dala. Yet, it is with blood that we prove our fealty to her father Miralis.”
The knight would wrap Joannes bleeding hand with a bandage then give her a ring with the seal of Dala. “The church, welcomes you, Sister Valencourt.”
–
The following day Joanne woke up from a deep sleep. One of which she hadn't felt in a very long time throughout her travels. However the violence and painful truth of life remained outside the monastery walls. Seeking to continue her work, she made ready as best she could with one hand while the other ached. The thought of healing it ran through her mind, however, this was an oath of faith not a maiming, it was a symbol of her commitment and one she would have to die before turning back against lest she'd lose favor.
As she walked through the armory she decided to clad herself in plated armor, However this was something she wasn't very much used to, it was heavier and bulkier and not as agile but to undergo the duty of protecting others likely meant getting in harms way to do so. Using that logic and with the help of another knight they fastened her leather armors with belts and leather straps, then boots, gloves and shoulder leather and wool padding. Finally the forged plated and layered steel that came after, strapped by metal studded leather and finally a helm which fastened to her head and padded with wool and other materials. She was then given a great sword one to wield with both hands, although she had some trouble wielding it at the moment due to her injured hand. The knight that helped her replied once finished, “May your enemies flee in fear in sight of Dala's might.”
Joanne bowed her head within the helm before taking it off and strapping it to her back pack along with her sword. “I shall return.”
—
The nun then made her way outside, back to the usual things that awaited her, but this time as a fledgling Knight of Dala. As the ash flakes fell upon her face and hair the nun suddenly felt a sense of devotion, something within her heart swelled. As if the divine now took over her footsteps. She took a deep breath of the charred smell in the air and made her way back to the tent. But not before a frail and panicked old man yelled and screamed at the top of his lungs. “Thieves!!! Thieves!!! They've stolen my scrolls!!! They're of utmost importance! My life's work! My everything! Countless hours, no, YEARS of research and mind wracking!!! Those miserable thieves!! Someone help me! I'm in need of great help!!” He then made his way towards the tavern and made quite the scene towards everyone within.
A shallow sigh, before Joanne made her way towards the tavern after the old man.
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