No, I don't know why I'm awake.
Malynne
Calinth
Jocean
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The old man was rubbing his hands together nervously as he hurried down the white marble corridor to answer the call of the Archbishop. Hachik had been a priest of Mishas for his entire life and had served in the Grand Cathedral at Daltigoth for twenty years under the leadership of Archbishop Berynal. Hachik was unsure of why a young apprentice had awoken him with a summons from his master, but the priest would serve the Archbishop's needs. Approaching the giant golden door that lead to the Archbishops study, a nervous Hachick had raised a shaking hand to knock upon the door when a voice from the other side spoke," Come in, Brother Hachik."
Archbishop Berynal was favored by Mishas, the goddess of healing. It was said that Berynal had lost his sight as a young man and that the goddess had healed him and given him the abilty to see far beyond that which his mortal eyes would have ever seen. The Archbishop sat in front of a softly crackling fire in a high backed chair, and next to him was an identical, but empty, high backed chair. "Please, Brother, be seated. Can I have one of the young acolytes fetch you anything," came a voice that seemed to match emotion with the cold marble that constructed the building. It was not that the Archbishop was a heartless man, but when Berynal spoke, the feeling that he knew what a person's response would be before the person spoke seemed to leave most with tingly sensation down the back of their spines. "Thank you, Sir, I am fine," was the reply from Hachik as he took an anxious seat in the chair opposite the Archbishop. The response brought a slight turn in the corner of the Archbishop's face. Lines creased the old man's face, etching into him the emotions that face once portrayed. The skin was pale and pulled against his high cheekbones, giving the Archbishop the image of a great gnarled oak. His eyes were sightless and carried with them that almost blue hue that typically went with blindness. "My time in this world is short, my friend," said the Archbishop, sightless eyes staring at Hachik. "Nay, the Goddess would not allow it yet, you have many more years left in you, Archbishop," said Hachik, eager to assuage his leader's worries. "No, the goddess has shown it to me in a vision, but that is only part of the reason why I have brought you here," Berynal said with a sigh, but then told his fellow priest," I have summoned you, Hachik, to bring up the new Archbishop."
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No, I have no idea what this is about. Just something that popped into my head while working, been itching to write something like what I see in my head. Questions, comments, cries of outrage will all be appreciated (though maybe the cries of outrage not so much).
Calinth
Jocean
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The old man was rubbing his hands together nervously as he hurried down the white marble corridor to answer the call of the Archbishop. Hachik had been a priest of Mishas for his entire life and had served in the Grand Cathedral at Daltigoth for twenty years under the leadership of Archbishop Berynal. Hachik was unsure of why a young apprentice had awoken him with a summons from his master, but the priest would serve the Archbishop's needs. Approaching the giant golden door that lead to the Archbishops study, a nervous Hachick had raised a shaking hand to knock upon the door when a voice from the other side spoke," Come in, Brother Hachik."
Archbishop Berynal was favored by Mishas, the goddess of healing. It was said that Berynal had lost his sight as a young man and that the goddess had healed him and given him the abilty to see far beyond that which his mortal eyes would have ever seen. The Archbishop sat in front of a softly crackling fire in a high backed chair, and next to him was an identical, but empty, high backed chair. "Please, Brother, be seated. Can I have one of the young acolytes fetch you anything," came a voice that seemed to match emotion with the cold marble that constructed the building. It was not that the Archbishop was a heartless man, but when Berynal spoke, the feeling that he knew what a person's response would be before the person spoke seemed to leave most with tingly sensation down the back of their spines. "Thank you, Sir, I am fine," was the reply from Hachik as he took an anxious seat in the chair opposite the Archbishop. The response brought a slight turn in the corner of the Archbishop's face. Lines creased the old man's face, etching into him the emotions that face once portrayed. The skin was pale and pulled against his high cheekbones, giving the Archbishop the image of a great gnarled oak. His eyes were sightless and carried with them that almost blue hue that typically went with blindness. "My time in this world is short, my friend," said the Archbishop, sightless eyes staring at Hachik. "Nay, the Goddess would not allow it yet, you have many more years left in you, Archbishop," said Hachik, eager to assuage his leader's worries. "No, the goddess has shown it to me in a vision, but that is only part of the reason why I have brought you here," Berynal said with a sigh, but then told his fellow priest," I have summoned you, Hachik, to bring up the new Archbishop."
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No, I have no idea what this is about. Just something that popped into my head while working, been itching to write something like what I see in my head. Questions, comments, cries of outrage will all be appreciated (though maybe the cries of outrage not so much).