Fantasy World of Gea: The Greatest Adventure [IC] [CLOSED]

[Roda the Red]

"The temple?" Syll inquired, before his expression lit up by the previous reminders from the company leaders. "I almost forgot about that! That place is uh...quite particular, you will see for yourself soon enough" With a nod and small bow of aknowledgement to the store clerk, Syllannan made his way out of the shop, satisfied with his two brand new acquisitions, and through hand gestures, he gestured at Amani to follow along.

Still sufficiently fresh in his mind, the half-elf was capable of guiding the young man towards the place of debaucherous worship. Syllannan himself only entered once, confusing it for a regular temple, the church of Gaia was but a few strides away from it, after all! Only to quickly take his leave at the sight of their...Unorthodox display of faith. He certainly didn't judge them, nothing wrong with expressing yourself, after all! Whether it be through the noble pursuit of arcane knowledge and mastery, or by dancing on a meat rod. However, he certainly did not particularly flow nicely with that kind of activity, well, not with anyone he didn't feel particularly connect with, at least.

He knew better about his adventurer peers, though. It took little effort for the young man to rationalize that the others must having quite the fun time as they walked. Devereaux, Sentry, Angelica, by now Syll knew that those and several others were quite the fans of that sort of entertainment.

...Wait

...Was Kastalli there too, then?

A cold sweat immediately found its way coursing down his neck, pinching the bridge of his nose to distract himself from the invasive thoughts. Well, even if she was, she was a fine lady, no way that she would let the priests take advantage of her like that, yep! He was certain of it...Even if his now hurried steps betrayed the alleged confidence. Syllannan continued to make casual small talk with Amani until the pair finally reached the Temple, which proudly displayed its impressive Kassemidian architecture. Syllannan wasted no time getting inside, pushing the doors aside and braving the building of love. Right away he was hit by the strong scent of incense.

Making his way through its inner halls, Syllannan was actually able to properly appreciate the impressive structure and decoration of the Temple, truly a sight to behold, of if only being here wasn't so awkward!

Finally, his eyes darting around the area, the elf spotted an unmistakable pair of antlers that crowned a silver mane. "Oh, Gsera!" Cheered Syll, approaching the small group, now being able to also recognize both Tate and Waylond. "Hello there, everyone" He greeted with a small bow. "So...Lovely place...Isn't it?" He said, trying to not look around too much as he spoke, his words themselves not really presenting a lot of confidence.

joshuadim Breadman SilverFlight

 

[Develius]

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Kneeling alone in a vacant room of holy worship, the mind of a certain Sobekan priest ran rampant with tempered thought. The entire top of the crocodilian head touched the velvety rug’s structure, his arms bent and spread across while his hands faced one another in prayer. He wore nothing but a loincloth; his armor and clothing having been neatly folded and presented next to him in an organized manner. And the silence that surrounded him was deafening.

The Expeditionary Company’s brief stop here in Guildestad was a necessary one for all involved, especially after the loathsome events that had taken place shortly prior. Whilst Ceclia would be debriefed on their next assignment, the majority of the cast were off for a drink at the local taverns, or getting their armor and equipment patched up with the local blacksmiths and artisans. Others were taking the time to resupply the caravans for the long trip ahead of them, visiting the marketplace to stock up on valuable foods, water, and other necessary goods. Afterall, who knew how long it would be before they reached the next cradle of civilization; so best to enjoy their stay and stock up while they could.

For the Warpriest, it was the perfect time to seek an audience with Her Grace - the goddess Sobeka. With all that had been going on, he had little time to connect with her aside from brief sessions on the road. Still, it didn’t provide the gentle intimacy of a proper church or holy place of worship. While no temples solely dedicated to Sobekans were present in this establishment, let alone in this part of the region for that matter, there was an alternative that was the temple of the Church of All Gods. It is here that all were welcome; a place where devotees of all religions were welcome to communicate with their respective deities, without judgment and persecution.
Though fortunately for the Sobekan, they did have a small temple room solely for those praying to Her Grace, praise be her name. This would be enough. All that mattered to him was finding a place to get in touch with His Grace, and to think in pure silence.

And there was much pressing on his mind.

Dakarai had been present during the Company’s fight with that horrible spider, having caused many casualties on their side. While the majority of the fighters participated in the front lines, he would be tasked to tend the wounded and to heal the party as they fought. Even though he wasn’t the soul healer involved, he was a critical supportive pillar that ensured the company won the battle. Though despite his best efforts, he couldn’t save all of them. Many had either died on the spot, whether it be gored by the spider’s spear-like legs, being tossed against the cavern walls by its bulk, or having succumbed to the neurotoxic venom after the fact. He knew not the exact death count, but he believed many of their deaths could’ve been prevented. Those that he was able to save were lucky.

The Sobekan grieved not being able to join the fight. Had he been allowed to join the front lines, Dakarai believed he would’ve saved more lives. And his reptilian mount, Saadah, was too distressed to do much good there either. Nor would he let her participate without him riding into battle atop his mighty steed, directing where to engage and charge forth. Nonetheless, Dakarai believed that he had dishonored Sobeka and sought to repent his “sins” the moment he stepped foot in her presence; being represented here as a simple stone altar. In front of it, a few offerings had already been presented from past visitors. There were a couple of scales, a small stone carving of Her Grace, and a piece of dried meat.

Dakarai offered Her Grace one of his teeth, having dug his clawed hand into his lower jaw and ripping one off. While it was a rather painful procedure, it was by no means a cruel or crippling act. Sobekans can regrow their teeth as many times as they can throughout their lifetime. In fact, their teeth were a common offering to Sobeka, though usually these teeth had been broken off in natural occurrences. For someone to willingly rip out a tooth or two in Her Grace’s presence was often a sign of penance by those seeking out to better her approval. And in this case, the priest believed it was an appropriate act for this matter.

He stayed here for what felt like hours, praying and thinking to himself silently as he expected Sobeka’s wrath to enrapture him in some negative way. He was prepared to face consequences; though none would come. Instead, a feeling of comfort folded on him like a soft blanket of warm light; a fuzzy feeling encapsulating his cold-blooded form. Dakarai breathed a sigh of relief. She was not angry at him. Nor had she yet to punish him for anything he did. This Sobekan had been a loyal follower of her’s since the very day he came into worship; and the actions he had taken since had, supposedly, been more than satisfactory. Dakarai felt like she understood his predicament, regarding everything he was able to do, and found nothing to damn him for.

It was enough to put the Sobekan warrior at ease. While he still felt responsible for not getting to everyone in time, he at the very least could rest easy knowing he did his best. He promises to do better in the conflicts yet to come on his Great Journey. For the sake of not only himself, but to everyone in the Expeditionary Company… and especially for a particular someone of much importance to him.

With that, Dakarai rose to his feet. Bowing one last time to Sobeka to give thanks before dressing himself - donning his golden chestplate - he proceeded to exit the room, feeling much less rigid as he had been coming in. Upon entering the hallway, he locked eyes with one of the Oracles - a dark-skinned woman dressed in loose white and gold fabric - being in fact the very same one that had shown him the room Sobeka was worshiped in. She gave the Sobekan a soft smile as she approached.

”Have you been able to make peace with your Goddess?” she asked politely, her hands folded underneath the long sleeves of her garment as she looked up at him.

Dakarai nodded. ”All is well.” he expressed contently with a respectful bow, his voice now much calmer than when he came in, ”Thank you for allowing me to reconvene with Her Grace. It’s been… too long since I’ve last felt her embrace, praise be Her Grace.”

The oracle bowed in turn. ”Praise be Her Grace.” she quipped respectfully, her arms now stretched out wide, ”I’m glad you were able to amend with her. Do you have any questions or further requests?”

The Sobekan shook his head. ”That will be all, thank you. As much as I would like to stay with Her Grace some more, I have comrades that I must see to.”

”Very well.” the woman nodded understandingly, proceeding to step to the side and wave her hand towards the exit, ”You’re always welcome to return here and speak to Her Grace whenever you so wish. In the meantime, I bid thee farewell.”

The Oracle proceeded to go about her way to other matters, leaving Dakarai a clear path to exit the church and return to the bustling city outside. With his spirits now lifted, it was time to reconvene with the company. As to where to go next, he heard from several members prior that they were to meet at yet another place of worship: at the Temple of All Gods of Love. Dakarai was aware that it’s a site where sacred prostitution is performed, which happened to be a common activity back in Entariush, though not by the followers of Sobeka. While they were able to have romantic partners and engage in intimate activities with faithful partners, prostitution was heavily frowned upon with Her Grace. While Dakarai had admittedly engaged with women of the sort back during his younger years in the Entariushian army, he no longer did nor desire to partake in such activities.

Besides, he had his feelings set on someone already. Someone who too had also taken a liking to him of equal measure.

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As Dakarai began approaching the Love Temple’s entrance, he’d see the familiar figures Syllannan and Amani having also arrived just a bit before him. Though before he could call out to them, both would begin to approach; with the former opening the two mighty doors and entering the temple with determined hurriedness. Looked like he was at the right place. He proceeded to follow suit and proceeded to enter the establishment in a professional yet undeterred manner.

Immediately upon stepping foot inside the temple, his senses would be hit with an overwhelming amount of senses. A strong mirage of sweet fragrant incense and spices filled his nostrils, enough to the point where he’d swore tasting them. The air here was humid and steamy, feeling as if he was basking in a sauna or hot springs. The sounds of sole pleasure and pure ecstasy filled his ears alongside the sights of many individuals of all sides of the world going about their intimate passions without a care in the world.

Dakarai couldn’t help but be briefly stunned by this display of passion, but regardless he marched through the halls of love seemingly undeterred. In truth, even he struggled to keep his eyes from lingering upon any nearby coupling session; keeping courtesy in leaving them to their own lustful carnage. Before long, the Sobekan could finally see the unmistakable visage of Gsera and the others; thankfully not succumbing to the pressures of their surroundings. He felt almost relieved.

Hearing Syll’s comment about the “lovely place” they’re in, his tone seeming to lack the appropriate confidence, the Sobekan pressed his scaly hand onto his shoulder, as if to reassure him or heed any astray thoughts lingering about. His attention, however, would remain forth upon Gsera, Sentry and the alchemist Tate. ”My apologies for running late.” he addresses with bold sincerity, as if counteracting the environment around them. Though he quickly recognizes that something felt mildly amiss, ”Something the matter? I sure pray no one has succumbed to the temptations of lust. ”

 

[joshuadim]

Gsera frowned a bit at Waylond's response, leaving her with as much information as she had just started her search with. It would seem that she would have to extend her search for her friends, given that she could not spot them in the main chamber that she and the others had entered in. Given Nora's own state, however, she didn't want to keep her in here longer than need be - as she could see her struggling with maintaining her composure around such sights. But what surprised her was the arrival of of Syllannan, Amani, and Dakarai. Given her own minds' priorities, it completely flew over her head the embarrassment over meeting the Sobekan in a place like this as she greeted them as she normally would with a wave.

"Syll? Dakarai?" the druid asked aloud, turning towards their presence. "We're not here for long. I'm just looking for Kastalli and Devy... they went in here somewhere." She turned her gaze towards a few entrances towards other parts of the Temple and shrugged. "I haven't had any luck in finding them, however... and I'd rather not stay here longer than need be." she then said, sparing a glance over towards Nora as she continued to keep her gaze affixed onto the vial given to her by Tatum. It was then, in the far distance, that she spotted a familiar figure in the other room further into the Temple.

Kastalli seemed to be talking to someone, and Gsera waved - hopping in place slightly - to try to garner her friend's attention.

Roda the Red Develius Beann

 

[Breadman]

Something the matter? I sure pray no one has succumbed to the temptations of lust.

"Well..." Sentry simply moved her head away from facing Dakarai and looked towards the near naked Waylond, who was fixing the towel to stay on him slightly better. "...Some are doing better than others."

 

[joshuadim]

“This is… shocking news... Well…thank you, Captain Jager…for the update.”

Jager was visibly surprised by the lack of a strong reaction from Kastalli. Given his disposition It was clear that, if he were in her shoes, that he would take the first boat coming out of the Union and make his way towards Skaeg to secure his place. Given she was the daughter of the new Theng of Holmstæin, he had expected even a small hint of joy or some form of eagerness. He raised an eyebrow, gazing into Kastalli's eyes to try to understand her current mood. As a captain, he needed to be good with people so as to have a crew that functioned well enough together on the high seas. But he had made made mistakes in the past - in judging characters - as the events in Waterham were indicative. And so was the case now, as he found himself unable to read Kastalli properly.

"Hm..." he mused aloud, before grinning. "Glad to deliver the news to you, my lady!" He broke away from his former seriousness as he gave another bow. Kastalli knew that such customs were a Helmite thing, and that Skaeglins simply beat their chests once when talking with someone of higher status. Was he mocking her? Or was this simply a harmless jest?

"Now, I won't take any more of you time. My lady..." he said, turning his attention to the she-elves at his sides. Both priestesses bore the symbols of the goddess Fyra, the Skaeglin-Elven goddess of fertility. "I believe I'll dedicate this prayer to ya, m'lady! For your good health!" he then shouted joyously, letting off a hearty chuckle as he walked away with his entourage. Somehow, deep inside, Kastalli knew that this would not be the last she'd see of the captain. In turn, this raised a question that followed this encounter: if he was the only active merchant captain coming out of Skaeg now.

Interacting: Kastalli ( Beann )


"Radoš..." Pyotr muttered, letting the name dance on his lips for a moment. Recollecting his memory, his lips curled ever so slightly as he gave a nod. "Indeed. I do remember a Radoš coming through here, not two months past. He stayed for two nights and left as quickly as he came, for what reason I know not. Indeed, he is in the service of the Baroness Reverdin. Given her current war against the Barony of Aurinoît... I suspect his visit is related in some manner."

Pyotr then let out an exasperated sigh, letting it be known his disdain for such action. "Her actions are worrisome. They already create more maligned eyes upon our kind. She, in her position, is powerful and thus draws attention. Unwanted attention on the rest of us, especially." The priest then tilted his head and crossed his arms: "Why are you searching for Radoš? I imagine it isn't related to this."

Interacting: Devereaux ( Infab )

After dealing with the hassle that was Hazel, Saadiq offered Cassandra to sit in front of the statue of the god Zayyan - to talk about the Temple and its deities - as much as she wanted. As she took her place, the Imam went to get something from another wing of the temple and excused himself briefly. This left the Hob scholar alone with the statue as she looked upon its details: portly, scantly dressed, only wearing a traditional jiba, but was handsome and had the features of typical Isudan men. That being an aquiline nose, a well groomed beard and long, curled hair. In each hand he bore a fruit: on the left being an apple, the symbol of nurturing love. And on the right were a bunch of dates, symbolic of lust and desire.

Cassandra sighed as she admired the exquisite marble work, cursing her inability to properly draw. She hoped that Cecilia would arrive soon to take note of these fantastic representations of the many deities of love. While unable to draw, however, the Hob did write down on parchment with written text of these features. Taking the time to capture every detail to perfection until she was startled by Saadiq's return. With him, he had brought a silver dallah - from which Cassandra could smell the roasted coffee within - with porcelain cups and small plates in accompaniment.

"A drink to parch your thirst." Saadiq said with a faint smile, "For I imagine we will be speaking for a while." He poured the deep and rich black drink into each and offered one to Cassandra, which she took gladly.

"Thank you!" she said, taking a sip of the coffee. It was rich in flavor, and it helped soothe the nerves she originally felt entering the Temple. Her attention then returned towards the purpose of this place of worship itself, and spoke to Saadiq. "The gods here are from all manner of worshippers and regions. Religions of some whom hate one another, others whom have not interacted greatly. And yet, here they all are... under one house." Cassandra said with curiosity, "How does it work? How does none of this clash in any way?"

By now, Saadiq had poured himself his own cup of coffee, drawing deep its aroma through his nose before taking a sip. And when the Hob scholar asked her question, he gave a knowing smile. Setting down his cup, he turned to Cassandra: "What is love, if not a constant?" he asked. "Love is not something defined by one faith, or one people. It is a shared, unique experience among all living beings. It is the thing that transcends our beings into something more. And, regardless of what god one follows in love, it is that feeling that is shared with others which transcends any orthodoxy." He slowly moved a hand about, signalling towards their surroundings: "And love should not be limited to anyone, irregardless of whomever they follow."

"That makes sense." the Hob commented, nodding as to indicate her approval of this sentiment. "Though, not everyone shares such ideas."

"Indeed. It's always important to have an understanding of sex. It is healthy for everyone involved to understand it, and in turn to embrace it when they are ready. Those who see otherwise," Saadiq said, his nose flaring slightly from annoyance, "As in seeing such passion and love as abhorrent or decadent, are limiting their understanding of what it is to be mortal. To cut that off is to deny a part of existence." He then let out a chuckle: "And it also makes them insufferable prudes."

"You have nothing to fear from me."

Cecilia was unsure whether or not to take Olivier at his word, given the nature of Eranoirian politics. Her time at court gave her ample caution towards the words of nobility, even to the one in front of her whose aid against the great spider was indispensable. But she had no reason to doubt the young lordling. Rather, given what she had seen of his character, she felt inclined to offer her trust. And so, in response, she gave a nod.

It was then that Olivier was informed by one of his entourage of his friend's current status, and asked her to accompany. "Of course, your highness. Company is always better to have on a walk." Cecilia said with deference. With Olivier leading, the two would embark from the Guild and make their way towards the Temple. The walk was uneventful, as the two discussed a few more trivial matters, until arriving at the Temple's entrance. On entry, Olivier and Cecilia could see others from the Company nearby - likely having entered recently themselves - and joined them soon after.

Reunited with the others, Cecilia herself was slightly flustered by the displays of passion throughout the Temple itself but was not surprised by its function in the least. "I see everyone is adapting well to their surroundings." she commented regarding the composure of the others. But before she could inquire further, she was interrupted by the approach of several of the priests and priestesses - all of whom were scantily clad in their respective culture's attire - and began to make advances.

"Would you like to commune with the gods of love?" one such priestess - a hobalfar herself - asked of Syll, running a hand along his shoulders. "I would be glad to aid you, one of my own, in this."

"You seem troubled... in pain. Allow me to help you." a stout Dvërgr priest said to Nora, with concern for her well-being laced across his face.

"What of you, traveler?" a Satyr priestess asked of Tate, circling him innocently. Her elken form made her seem almost whimsical in appaerance, were it not for the fact she were almost wholly unclothed. "I can ease your burdens, and help you connect with holy love if you so desire."

The others in the company were approached as well by a variety of holy worshippers, though Gsera politely - and firmly - rejected the offer from her end. "No, thank you. I am not here for that." the druid said to a well-built and tattooed Tuatha priest, who gave a quick bow and left. But her attention then turned to Dakarai, who was being accosted himself by offers from both a Jengu she-elf with long braids as well as a handsome and lithe Arcoñal man with silky, black hair. Gsera blinked for a moment, before feeling something well up inside her. A feeling that surpassed annoyance and delved into something far more primal as she saw Dakarai, someone she was fond of, be approached in such a manner.

Jealousy.

...jealousy?

Why would I feel jealous? Dakarai is free to do as he pleases. He's an adult. We all are. Gsera rationalized in her mind, trying to make sense of it. And... yet... this feels WRONG. It is wrong! She felt an urge to jump in and snap at the two priests, but restrained herself as she recollected her own emotions. Why... why am I thinking this? This doesn't make sense. Maybe I just want to protect him... he is a friend... right?

A flip switched when she came to a realization, and her cheeks suddenly grew red and flustered. Practically slapping her face in the process, she shoved her hands towards her head and looked away to avoid the shame of her appearance as she continued to try to process all these things.

Interacting: Olivier ( Elenion Aura ), Tatum ( SilverFlight ), Sentry ( Breadman ), Dakarai ( Develius ), Syll ( Roda the Red ), Amani ( BriiAngelic ), Nora ( Vexumin ), Gsera ( joshuadim )


Gerewa had led Alberto along, giving the old knight his aid, as they slowly made their way towards the Temple. The latter was silent as he stewed in both rumination towards the past and grief for the passing of his close friend. The Hob that had taken the reins of Alberto's horse was close behind, though kept a slight distance so as to give the two some privacy. After all, who was he to intrude upon whatever conversation they might have? The younger knight remained concerned but tried to liven up the mood with some small talk along the way, to no avail. He cursed himself silently again for having delivered the news in such an ungraceful manner, in turn spiraling Ser Alberto down like this.

By the time they had arrived closer to the temple, Alberto suddenly signalled towards a nearby bench and shook his head. "I need... I need to sit." he muttered, making his way over with help from Gerewa. The younger knight took a seat next to Alberto, looking him over with concern but remained silent. It was best for Alberto to speak on his own volition, and so he did: "Kasimiro... he was unlike many. So many after the Years of Tyranny were self-serving, cruel, or amoral. They spat on chivalry and disregarded honor. He set an example for others to follow, for me as well, in heroism and duty. He deserved a better fate."

He then turned his gaze slowly to Gerewa, a pained look strained in his eyes. "A better fate than me. I am not a hero... not like him in any way. Not like my friends who fought valiantly and perished against the Tarasca. I don't deserve the praise, or glory, of my peers. It should be them amongst us, not me."

Gerewa grimaced towards the pain on display, the survivor's guilt that tore at an old man's conscience. No words could soothe such feelings, nor bring back those he had lost. A knight such as him was powerless against the foe that was grief. But he could at least try: "I know that you feel that this is what you deserve, Ser Alberto. But you travel now with a company, no?" Gerewa asked, "They need you. To dwell on the past is to deny the attention needed now."

He sighed, and gave a reassuring pat to Alberto on his shoulderplate: "And, in that way, you can find a way to forgive yourself as you should." For the first time since, Alberto looked more at ease as his face softened and his demeanour grew less to be from the slumps of despair. He so desperately wanted to agree, and yet he couldn't bring himself to even vocalize such. It was then that Gerewa then gave a chuckle: "Come now. You said your companions were at the Temple? You're almost there. Unless, you need a walking stick?"

Alberto let out a dry laugh as he stood up. "I'm not that infirm yet." the old knight spoke in jest, making his way towards the Temple at last and entering to join the rest of the Company.


As the Company all coalesced into the Temple, they were all unaware of a particular pair of eyes that had been trailing them. Ever since their entry into the city, a Tserusky man had watched them with great intent. Stroking his bushy beard, he watched from around the corner of a building to see Alberto enter the Temple of All Gods Love. He had every intention of asking to join their little Company, but not out of any desire for adventure or search for comraderie. Such desires were of those he considered beneath him - too invested in the trivial matters of mortals.

In truth, he had his own machinations in play. His own ambitions at stake. And a tenuous alliance in play with those that gave him this infromation in the first place. All he had to do was feed them information they desired as he traveled with them. He let out a scoff before turning away from the street and back into the alleyway he had come from. The audible rabble of the streets lessened as he entered a more reclusive part of the city, a small patter under his feet from a few patches of water. He only needed to play along until he had what he wanted. This deadly alliance that he had formed was only temporary.

 

[SilverFlight]

Tatum Aurani-Fafner of Abertsleigh

Tatum smiled as Nora took the vial, focusing on it. That seemed to do the trick and he was glad. Now, if they could only find their friends and get out of this place...
Footsteps alerted him to more people coming, and he noted familiar faces. Though he had not conversed with them personally, he had seen them en passent at the camp and on the road.

"Hello, it's Syll, yes? A pleasure, and er...yes. You could say that, though its allure does cater to proclivities slightly beyond my preferences..."
The appearance of Dakarai startled him, which was difficult, given the Sobekan's bulk. Truly this place was uncomfortably distracting.
"Heavens no. No succumbing here...though I cannot say the same for all members of our company...which is why we are here." Tate adjusted his glasses to help him refocus. Sentry's off-handed comment made him chuckle.

Then, Tate froze. There were two more figures walking into the temple. "Oh bloody hell..."
Olivier. He wondered if his friend would ever let him live this down. Tate had always been quite vocal about his dislike for brothels, and though this was clearly not one, the similarities in purpose could not be ignored. He turned his back, hoping to postpone recognition as long as he could.

It was then a sultry voice sounded very close to his ear. Tate recoiled so fast he bumped into Gsera, nearly toppling over.
"Oh! Nooo. No thank you." Tate lifted his alchemy satchel in front of him, trying to cover his vision of the priestess' body as best he could. "You must believe me when I say, this temple will have absolutely no effect on my burdens. But, er, the offer is appreciated."

Tate kept half an eye on the figure that had approached Nora, ready to spring in between them if need be.

Still, Gsera seemed still more affected. Tate gave her a curious glance. "Are you quite all right?"



joshuadim Vexumin Breadman Develius Roda the Red Elenion Aura

 

[Vexumin]

Nora was still lost in the aura of the vial. It was just so soothing, and she felt like the more she thought about it the better it is to just silence her thoughts and let her enamored state just be all that there was. She could still catch things in her peripherals from time to time, but she was able to tune it out if she wanted to. This vial was almost a practice of sorts to help her disconnect her focus from any disturbances. This also made it quite dangerous, considering she is an assassin. She had to keep her guard up, but it was impossible in this place, looking at this little glowing container.

"You seem troubled... in pain. Allow me to help you." a stout Dvërgr priest said to Nora, with concern for her well-being laced across his face.

Her attention is drawn away from the vial when she heard a voice real close to her. She just couldn’t help but look up and at the Dvërgr man. She looked over him once and she had to flick her gaze right on back to the vial. She was getting scared now. They were approaching her?! Didn’t they see the danger in that?!

Well, probably not. It was a bit difficult to tell that she was a cambion at first glance. After all, she did have her horns shaved down real low and kept a hood over her head. Whatever the case, it always surprised her how some people were far more lustful than even she, a woman with half the blood of an actual demon of lust.

She chances another glance up and realizes something then. The concern on this mans face wasn’t fake. He wasn’t just making a pass at her with lecherous intent. He is a priest in the end, right? Their ultimate goal is to help others and practice their faith. So he wasn‘t trying to get her clothes off. Not yet anyways. If he did, Nora had half a mind of just letting the beast out on its little rampage. If her allies had to kill her in the process, then she wouldn’t blame them.

Though there was no need to be so dark. None of that would happen… hopefully.

She looks back at the vial, but still manages to focus on the Dvërgr priest, though thankfully it was just focusing on his presence and words and not on his clothing or his body.

”I-I can’t. I’m a Cambion. Half-succubus of all things. I can’t really express love like you all do. If I did, someone would get hurt. Especially because I fight the urges so much, so if I let loose, it only comes out as anger and is expressed through violence. It’s like the void that craves such things pops open and sucks in whatever it can, even making me harm others just to sate it.”

Nora blinked. That was a very open confession on her part, and also probably a bit of an over share.

“Sorry. That was all… a bit much.”

 

[Develius]

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Dakarai gave an unsure grunt upon being addressed the situation at hand, rubbing a clawed finger on his chin. "A... Agreed." he stammered with a hint of bashfulness. With how crowded the temple was, Kastalli and Devy could be anywhere in this maze of lust and debauchery. And he couldn't blame Gsera or anyone not wanting to be here as much as they need to. Even he was beginning feeling rather uncomfortable, despite his stoney expression showing moderate indifference. Though while he and most of the others were taking everything the best they could, like Tatum and to a lesser extent Nora (bless that half-succubi's soul), Sentry would point out a confirmation of his suspicions to someone who was... failing to do so. Like with Waylond nearby who was struggling with his towel. "Sobeka would've smitten me to the pits of the underworld if I've been standing in his place, praise be Her Grace." he muttered dismissively as he adjusted his breastplate, "Though at the very least he seemed to have fun. And better in a formal place like here then fornicating on the stairs of a traditional chapel."

As the Sobekan was about to search for the missing members, both Cecilia and Oliver would also rendezvous to their location. Dakarai cleared his throat, about to speak foward, before they were suddenly flocked by several scantily-clad priests asking if they all required favors from them. He gave a quiet guttural sigh of annoyance being accosted by these individuals, even as he tried to be as courteous and polite as he could. In his case, a Jengu she-elf with long braids would lightly touch his shoulder, streaking down his bicep as she moved fluidly around him as if underwater. Her appearance was familiar to him, as they came from the continent of Duku, though he was more familiar with the tribes that resided in the jungles; tight-nit and wary of outsiders. This one, however, showed to be quite the opposite

"My my, darling, you seem madly tense." cooed the mermaid-like entity, as her hands shifted around his torso to massage his exposed chest, "Please, allow me to help you relax in one of our pools. I'll happily tend to your shiny scales-"

Dakarai's expression froze for a split second, initially letting the woman have her way while feeling her fingers tickle his cold-blooded hide. He refused to bring a firm hand upon her, but still attempted to decline her offer.

"E-Erm, thank you, dear, but... Im quite alright."

Just then a handsome and lithe Arcoñal man with silky, black hair approached him with wide arms. "Ahh, what a strong warrior," he spoke softly with an accent, "You must be exhauted Shall I give you a massage to ease your aches and carnal desires?" He placed his hands on the sobekan's exposed sides, his fingers softly massaging them in a professionally dexterous manner.

"A-Ah, that... that won't be necessary." stammered the warpriest, his arms now raised above and outwards to ensure he wasn't encouraging them with his touch.

The man appeared to be rather skilled at his craft. Really Dakarai wouldn't truly mind a massage of such-

No! He will not be swayed by these menial temptations! Besides his heart was already committed to someone else. Ironic, since he was too preoccupied to see that person staring at his predicament; a manner that would've stopped his heart dead had he been unfortunate enough to witness her disapproval. Her Grace would be absolutely furious with him would he give in! Though looking at Gsera being heckled by the priests wasn't enough to send him arise, given how she was adamantly yet politely declining their advances. Poor her.

With an annoyed growl, Dakarai made sure to quell the priest's advances, ensuring them he was not interested, and immediately came to flank Gsera. "We should go find them, post-haste." he addressed firmly, lowering his head towards Gsera's ear in a low guttural tone, "Shall we split up? Or would you happen to know anyone who might know where they've went?"

 

[Infab]

"Radoš..." Pyotr muttered, letting the name dance on his lips for a moment. Recollecting his memory, his lips curled ever so slightly as he gave a nod. "Indeed. I do remember a Radoš coming through here, not two months past. He stayed for two nights and left as quickly as he came, for what reason I know not. Indeed, he is in the service of the Baroness Reverdin. Given her current war against the Barony of Aurinoît... I suspect his visit is related in some manner."

A look of surprise appeared on Devereaux's face. Radoš hadn't revealed that special little morsel of information when they encountered one another. "A war with Aurinoît? What the devil would they be at war with them for?" he asked, tilting his head slightly as he folded his arms. "Did one do something to slight the other? We don't need vampyric nobility fighting amongst themselves. Especially after the Blood Roses ordeal."

Devereaux, why are you worried about vampyric politics all of a sudden? Is it because your mother is involved?

"Her actions are worrisome. They already create more maligned eyes upon our kind. She, in her position, is powerful and thus draws attention. Unwanted attention on the rest of us, especially."

Devereaux nodded. "Hopefully they settle their issues with one another without too much attention drawn, and without too much bloodshed." he said, "...The worse it gets, the worse things will be for us all in the aftermath."

"Why are you searching for Radoš? I imagine it isn't related to this."

Devereaux shook his head rapidly. "No, I'm not searching for him. Believe me." he responded. "We encountered one another once already. It seemed as though he was hunting me instead."

He hesitated to continue, but eventually unfolded his arms and casually waved a hand off to the side as he spoke again. "He apparently wanted to probe me in regards to my mother, of all people. She's currently Baroness Reverdin's significant other... and I haven't spoken to her in several decades."

 

[joshuadim]

For the druid, Tate's question mostly fell on deaf ears as she practically felt herself mentally curling up into a ball. Given the context of their surroundings as well as what train of thought she had embarked on, Gsera was shoving her hands into her face as hard as she could to try to avoid being seen with her cheeks burning red at the moment from sheer embarrassment. And while she was receding, she did know that Tate had asked her something. And so she gave a half-hearted grunt from under her hands as she continued to look away from everyone else. And it certainly didn't help that what came next took her completely off guard.

Dakarai lowered his head and spoke straight into her ear, his voice rumbling straight into her head just as she tried to get the whole situation under control. This was the breaking point that completely shattered all semblance of trying to contain the emotional panic she was feeling. She jumped in place from the shock before quickly running off to where she had seen Kastalli last further into the temple. Running past a variety of holy communions taking place, she ran with panicked breath and teary eyes to round past an archway and straight to her friend. Her momentum and lack of self-control meant that she practically crashed into her as she started to speak and cry.

"Kastalliwe'vebeensearchingandIsawyoubeforeandnowI'mpanicking!" she spoke with extreme anxiety, gripping Kastalli's shoulders while lightly shaking her. "Where'sDevy!?WeneedtofindDevy!WegottagetoutofherebeforeIgocrazy!Pleasepleasepleasepleasepleaseplease!"

Beann

 

[Beann]

Watching Captain Jager bow caused her tail to twitch slightly in annoyance. She wasn't sure how she felt about the news she had just received but even a native of Skæg knew their proper customs. Kastalli needed time to think about what she would do next. Any other person would be delighted by the news and travel home to secure their position but she wasn't sure if she was ready to go back to Skæg — back to Saito’s final resting place.

Kastalli forced an awkward smile as the captain bid his farewell, dedicating his ‘prayer’ to her. How…thoughtful.

Before she was given time to decide what she would do next, she was suddenly accosted by a frantic Sera. Her head bobbed back and forth in reaction to her friend shaking her shoulders, and her tail had puffed out as a result of the sudden movement. She tried to focus her attention on what Sera was saying but she was speaking way too fast. “Slow down, Sera. I can not understand you!”

 

[Breadman]

Sentry was approached by several priests. Each looking to enlighten her to their religious beliefs. She didn't know how exactly to tell them she wasn't interested in changing her religion. Not that if there were any surviving priests of her gods, they would be here of all places. The tall woman simply raised her hands and began to wave off the offers. Charming as they were, she wasn't into sharing beds and that type of conversation with complete strangers. A priestess caught her eye as she walked past her and hugged Waylond from behind. The barbaran raised an eyebrow as she examined the other woman. They shared a build with only major difference being the heir color being slightly off color. After this she would have words with the knight.

She didn't have to look at them for long as he was pulled back into the temple's inner chambers. They lost him again.

 

[joshuadim]

Gsera shook her own head vigorously as she tried to recollect herself before hugging Kastalli and squeezing her tightly out of desperation. "This place is bringing up feelings... feelings I don't know how to feel about!" the druid practically hissed into her friend's ear. "I never had to deal with this before! I hate it! I want to leave... we need to leave. Please. Where's Devy? We need to get him out too before we all go crazy!"

Gsera wasn't making much sense, given the actual nature of what was around them, but at the same time it made perfect sense in the mind of someone so addled and confused as she was. How else could these things be explained in the moment?

Beann

 

[Roda the Red]

Syllannan smiled at Tate's response, serving as a reminder that, despite the time they had shared together within the company, they had yet to properly engage in a proper conversation. He nodded before being caught slightly off-guard by the imposing Dakarai's muscular hand laying on his shoulder. Syllannan himself might have not interacted with the Sobekan Priest as much as he would have liked, but his presence was a welcomed one nonetheless, as his actions alone proved that he was more than worthy of his companions' trust.

"Kastalli? Yeah, I really hope she's alright, we should look for her, although, Devereaux..." He stopped for a moment, uncertain how to proceed with his next set of words, it really showed that Gsera had a borderline concerning lack of knowledge regarding intimate interactions, should he just tell her right away? Maybe, but he was afraid of somehow scarring her unintentionally.

Whatever choice Syll might have wanted to settle with, his intentions found themselves cut short by a swarm of priests and priestesses, eager to invite them to a session of skinship, most definitely a normall occurrence to them, but still a very awkward prospect for the elf. He stared quizzically at the woman's behavior, his pupils following along and tracing the moments of her hand above his shoulder.

"I appreciate the offer" He responded calmly, placing his right hand atop her wrist. Then, he wrapped his index finger and thumb around it, guiding it away from his body. "But I would rather commune in other ways" He smiled gently, trying to come off as friendly as possible in response to what was, ultimately, a mere offering. Even if the caressing was certainly uncalled for.

In the half-elf's experience, carnal relationships had become something of very little interest. He's had his experience with a few ladies in the past, and while he certainly didn't regret it, it wasn't exactly something that thrilled him, in retrospective. He wondered if he was actually part of that minority of people who simply felt no particular joy in the debacherous company of others.

Lost in his recurring pondering of his own sexuality, Syllannan's mind palace was shattered by the agitated words of a distressed Sera. Steering his gaze to the source of the sound, Syllannan's mind found piece with the sight of a seemingly unbothered Kastalli.

Downplaying his excitement as much as possible, the wizard relaxed his giddy steps towards the two women.

"Kastalli!" He uttered, stopping in his tracks immediately after, bringing one closed fist to his lips as he cleared his throat. "There you are, we were a little worried, is all, I believe we were meant to regroup by this hour" He smiled cordially, attempting to hide whatever anxiety that for some reason was building up in his mind.

His eyes then shifted towards Gsera, a hand reaching up to behind his head to scratch through the taupe locks. "Well, you see, Sera..." might as well just bite the arrowhead. "I believe Devereaux is very much in his element here, we should probably let him be for now, you wouldn't want to catch him in the middle of the act, you know?"

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