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  1. [19:50] Syracuse Fengari says, "Smell that cold grey stone and incense."
  2. [19:50] Fiona Jarnefeldt asks, "... sudden interest in religious zeal from Dawn?"
  3. [19:50] Fiona Jarnefeldt says, "That is... most strange."
  4. [19:50] Strolled up to the dais, leaning against it comfortable as he allowed those present to get comfortable.
  5. (Syracuse Fengari)
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  7.  
  8. [19:52] Syracuse Fengari says, "Ah, some where already here! Fantastic! I'll give others some time to arrive before I begin. "
  9. [19:52] Fiona Jarnefeldt asks, "... are you to give mass in the name of the Dreamer?"
  10. [19:53] The farmhand lightly settles into a pew, offering a nod to Syracuse and inhaling the scent just as he did. She closed her eyes, leaning forward to rest hands against the front. Her gaze fell from the man to the surroundings. She had never been one for Church or religion, frankly. But, recently, she's had much more time to herself.
  11. (Adelaide Rose)
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  13.  
  14. [19:53] Esra takes a seat near the middle, complete with pulling her dress flat to allow her to sit down among the pews. She watches the Deacon, smiling and eager to show her devotion to the Dreamer.
  15.  
  16. She nodded at the Deacon, giving a gentle thumbs up as encouragement.
  17. (Esra Sca)
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  19.  
  20. [19:53] La'Ahad sits at the forwardmost pew. He pulls up his legs and folds them over in his lap, then waits patiently. As he is colorblind, he assumes the Grey Church to be literally grey.
  21. (La'Ahad Muhim)
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  23.  
  24. [19:53] Syracuse Fengari says, "Correct in one shot! In the name of the Dream I'll gather a crowd that's for certain."
  25. [19:53] Fiona Jarnefeldt says, "Pleasant."
  26. [19:54] Fiona Jarnefeldt says, "... it's been such a long time I've seen a congregation of men and women here. Show me how your silver tongue sings."
  27. [19:54] The younger teen remains in the middle of the church, sliding into a pew all by himself to watch what was going on. Truthfully, it's the first time he set foot in a church or anything similar to it. Adriel wasn't religious at all, nor was he afraid to admit it --he just didn't have the time for sermons and whatnot. But...with things slowing down a little, time was made.
  28.  
  29. Hopefully it won't be wasted either.
  30. (Adriel Isolet)
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  32.  
  33. [19:54] La'Ahad likewise assumes Syracuse's toungue must literally be silver in color.
  34. (La'Ahad Muhim)
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  36.  
  37. [19:57] Adelaide lightly shudders, reaching to rest hands against her arms, rubbing along her skin to soothe the goosebumps.
  38. (Adelaide Rose)
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  40.  
  41. [20:16] From atop the pulpit stood a rather large Neries, he'd be leaning against the wood with a cocky smile plastered across his face. His vibrant sienna eyes gazing out over his flock. Was it perhaps the largest congregation of a faith upon the continent? No, not really. Was it filled with large names and powerful movers and shakers of the world? Again, not really. However, it had something that truly mattered. Faith in the dream, and a willingness to hear the Neries speak of it.
  42.  
  43. Many who looked up at the young Deacon wouldn't see what was expected of a spiritual leader. There was no flowing beard, no ceremonial robes denoting his station, no fancy pointed hates. What they'd see was a scrappy looking young man, someone who smelled faintly of alcohol and appeared to not have shaven recently. Though despite his disheveled appearance or perhaps because of it he had a certain rugged charm to his smile, a certain passion alight behind his dull reddish brown hues.
  44.  
  45. He'd give a nod to the faithful who'd gathered that evening. The golden jewelry adorning his horns jingling with the motions. Rising from the pulpit he'd been leaning on the young deacon scanned the crowd. Looking to memorize the faces of those who attended, attempting to commit the magi and non-magi alike to memory.
  46.  
  47. He'd raise his hands in greeting, the glint of gold and precious stones decorating his fingers adding emphasis to the gesture. The thrum of power built in his vocal cords as a dull hum of hymns echoed in the background of the church. Not from any mortal singers, not but from the melodious magic of the deacon. With a bit of suspense built
  48.  
  49. "Not all here know me but allow me to introduce myself!" At the end of the sentence the large man's legs twisted together, his upper body dipping low as he swept his hands out. Performing a grandiose bow to the filled pewsof faithful."I am Deacon Fengari of the Grey Church! Trained in Nostvale before being shipped across the churning waves to serve the church within Agartha." As he spoke he rose back to his position, taking a moment to stride across the raised dais.
  50.  
  51. "I wish I could have arrived in better times, with the late-archbishop still alive and well. It saddens me that we must continue dreaming of our utopia without such a paragon to help guide us. A moment of silence, if you all would. In respect for their service to Humanity." As if being an example the Neries tilted his golden capped horns towards the ground. Giving a few moments of silence to the achievements of those who'd came before he.
  52.  
  53. Raising his head back up he'd launch into his own Sermon. He knew that most audiences needed to be kept at a fast clip or else they grew restless. After all more often than not it was boring to sit within the church and listen to one person drown on about things that didn't matter to those present. He'd stroll back to the pulpit, his steel toed boots clanking distinctly against the wooden floors. Taking his place at the pulpit he'd lean forward launching into a fiery speech.
  54.  
  55. "I'm going to talk about the Dream for a moment. A message delivered to us by the Prophet Sareen. The one who ascended to become the Dreamer and saved the lives of my people. Though, her personal achievements aside the message she gives us is to strive to achieve the pure hope that Azreal first had." As he spoke he'd lean further upon the pulpit using the leverage to gain a few inches closer to the audience.
  56.  
  57. "Azreal's original purpose was to save humanity from the suffering of a world created flawed! I'm not here to breed hatred in your hearts over the failures of a weak creator. No, I will leave that to others who desire revenge more than actualization of Azreal's hopes." At this point he'd start to stride across the dais once more, his voice ringing across the church as clear to those in the back as if they where right beside him. Voice control helped, melodious magic guaranteed.
  58.  
  59. "The dream which I hold in my heart and which Azreal wished was that we, Humanity, would all live in a world free of the suffering of imperfection. Freed from the corruption of decay, hunger, death. Where no child would be orphaned, no man famished with hunger, no woman widowed and alone! A dream of Utopia.
  60.  
  61. With the swing of things picking up the man jumped off the dais, striding into the aisle as he looked from face to face. At times his almost clawed hand reached out to touch a person, grasp a hand, grip a shoulder. He was always attuned to the feelings of others, it had served him well in his life and now it'd serve others.
  62.  
  63. "That is the basic message that we know to be what Azreal desired. For a long time many who answered the call to seek out this dream only viewed the nightmare that came after. Azreal in his pursuit of our salvation created the Holy Arts, yet in doing so he plunged himself into madness. His white wings tainted black as his soul tarnished. This may make you think, are the Holy Arts evil? The answer is no. They do what they are supposed to, when we are able to replicate it properly it brings the dream closer to fruition. That is why we must always strive to greater our mastery over the Holy Arts, so that in time all may be able to be returned to life."
  64.  
  65. He stopped speaking for a moment as the thrum of trumpets echoed in the background. Turning he advanced up the aisle at a run, sprinting back to the pulpit with hearty fervor. He'd bring his hand down upon the wood with a resounding thud, the noise ceasing as he accentuated his words.
  66.  
  67. "Now, what I wished to talk to you about today! Loyalty, it is a strange concept to many upon Agartha. Matching one's words to one's actions can be a trying thing! But how can we, as examplars of the dream, be disloyal? By walking into those doors you all showed trust in my words. Trust that I would give you a message you wanted to hear. Who would I be if I didn't deliver? Some may not enjoy what I say, but I said it as I said I would. You see? Words to ACTION! That is why I gathered you all here for the mass."
  68.  
  69. He was talking about the truth, honesty, loyalty. He was preaching about the tenet of stability. It was one he'd always found hard to grasp. It was anthema to his being. Yet, he had to try for his believe in the dream.
  70.  
  71. "If we are to bring all the people of the world together, bring our hands together in the pursuit of the Dream. We must show that we, as individuals, as a group, as a nation! Are willing to stand by our word! Whom would call to a fairweather friend for aid? Whom would keep such a person within their house?! None! It would be madness, that is why we must show that our ability to stand by one another. Our unity in thought and deed is honest."
  72.  
  73. Sweat was starting to coat his face as he leaned upon he pulpit, his gaze unfocused upon any one individual instead sweeping to lock eyes with all he could. As if he was talking to each present in a one on one discussion.
  74.  
  75. "The tenet of Stability, is one all benefits from. I offer such a thing to those within this house. I offer such a thing to those without! For we all dream, we all hope, it takes those who are willing to brave the nightmares of the waking world. It takes those willing to continue sleeping against it's harshities. It takes Dreamers to bring actualization of our hopes."
  76.  
  77. With a deep breath he'd sweep his gaze across the room once more.
  78.  
  79. "That's all I had prepared for the sermon, are there any questions I could assist with?"
  80. (Syracuse Fengari)
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  82.  
  83. [20:18] Esme Rowan asks, "I didn't catch your name, sweetpea?"
  84. [20:18] Mox exclaims, "I'm Mox, or Momo!"
  85. [20:21] Esme leads Mox to the lecture, cigarette in it's holder hanging from her lips.
  86.  
  87. Smiling, she'd note her name down mentally.
  88.  
  89. "Would you like to attend a seminar I'm holding soon for young magi? It's basically an introductory class to show you all the ways your magic and research can help Dawn."
  90. (Esme Rowan)
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  92.  
  93. [20:22] While his old companion or acquaintance, Syracuse was preaching and holding mass, Desmond busies himself but taking one rat out, holding it in his had for a moment, and then passing the hand close to it. '
  94.  
  95. All while he listens.
  96. (Desmond Grainger)
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  98.  
  99. [20:24] Esme Rowan says, "Oh, and sorry."
  100. [20:24] Esme Rowan says, "Lady Esme, of House Rowan. Trainee Advisor to the impromptu 'council' of Dawn."
  101. [20:24] The Nagual with an eerie grin adorning her features, nods promptly.
  102.  
  103. "Oui, oui and oui. I would love to! Getting a better understand of myself is magnifique, bien. I will join!" Mox's tail brushes against the marble-floor as she spins around!
  104.  
  105. "When is it?"
  106. (Mox)
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  108.  
  109. [20:25] Esme Rowan says, "I'll inform you via an announcement."
  110. [20:27] Esra stared in wonder at the Deacon, even without his beard or robes, she looked with awe. The fact that the Chruch was slowly beginning to fade with the eras of war did not phase her, as she was ready to always devote herself.
  111.  
  112. The hymns that rang throughout the church were sung beautifully by the young Drakan, smiling the entire time. When the hymns ended, she held the last note for a bit longer than it should have stayed, but nonetheless sang to the end.
  113.  
  114. She watched as the Deacon preached to the bare church, taking in her the soul of the Dreamer, through the word of Deacon Fengari of the Gray Church.
  115.  
  116. The prophet's word was paramount to her, and she closed her naturally large wings, pulling herself forward a bit to listen further. She was literally on the edge of her seat, the zeal of the Deacon felt wholeheartedly.
  117.  
  118. To help the world removes flaws from itself, to break away from failures and hatred. These are the words of the Deacon that have reminded her of her Father, though paradoxically a member of the church, gave this inheritance to her.
  119.  
  120. Protecting others from becoming orphans, becoming ill, hungry, or dead. This is the word that she remembered as a child, and she began to weep tears of joy at the comfort of the Deacon's word, deeply moved by the message.
  121.  
  122. Suddenly, a call to action, something that normally would have been called out by the somewhat young lady. Rather, in her state of awe and inspiration, she accepted it. Learning of the Holy Arts, and truly promoting the actions brought upon by the words of the Dreamer.
  123.  
  124. She takes a moment to pray, muttering about the safety of her father's ashes, and the safety of Dawn.
  125. (Esra Sca)
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  127.  
  128. [20:27] Mox says, "Sweet, I'll be there then. Mhm, mhm."
  129. [20:27] Mox asks, "Where do I sit?"
  130. [20:27] Esme Rowan says, "Anywhere you'd like, darling."
  131. [20:27] Esme Rowan says, "I'll simply... observe."
  132. [20:27] Esme Rowan says, "Oh, wait..."
  133. [20:27] Esme Rowan says, "No, I must speak with Lady Cho."
  134. [20:28] Esme Rowan says, "I'll have to be off."
  135. [20:28] Mox says, "I'll sit.."
  136. [20:28] La'Ahad listens and watches without disruption. The passion in it left him attentive and paralyzed him with respect. He had to think about everything in turn, and as it was being spoken. He didn't consider himself to be of the Dreamer's faith, but the events he certainly accepted as fact. Dully, he thought the Holy Arts were referring to the bright healing magic that harmed demons, but knew enough to equate Azriel's actions with creating Necromancy. He puts two and two together, concluding that necromancy was holier here, which makes sense in their opposition to death. Then the sermon moves on towards honesty, and La'Ahad agrees with every part of it. Word as bond.
  137. (La'Ahad Muhim)
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  139.  
  140. [20:28] Esme gave the girl another smile and gently squeezed her upper arm, feeling the same almost motherly instinct she always felt toward Dawn's young magi.
  141. (Esme Rowan)
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  143.  
  144. [20:28] Adelaide was new to anything dealing with religion, and with that, an uncomfortable wriggle of her knee. She watches the Deacon, perhaps due to his charming appearance more than his words, but nonetheless she listens. When the moment of silence calls for it, she closes her eyes and bows her head, allowing for that silence to fill her mind with the thoughts of mourning the late archbishop. Then, as the Neries did, she rose her own head back up and leaned forward.
  145.  
  146. His words were listened to, and she would often offer a head nod every few sentences, to show that she was paying attention. His actions made her eyes widen; jumping about in such a passionate display of his religion made her rethink her own values. Then, he ran down, through the main area of pews. She turned to watch with a confused tilt of her head, but nonetheless, he had kept a smile upon her face. At least the sermon was interesting thus far.
  147.  
  148. His words hit, but the woman doesn't end up with any type of spark. She sits there, soaking in all he had to say with a simple confused look. She understood what he was portraying, but there were still problems and she had so many questions, but her voice wasn't meant for a large room full of people. No, she sat in silence, offering a faux confident smile.
  149.  
  150. (Adelaide Rose)
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  152.  
  153. [20:29] Mox waves!
  154. (Mox)
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  156.  
  157. [20:29] Esme Rowan says, "Ta-ta."
  158. [20:29] Mox exclaims, "I'll sit.. there!"
  159. [20:29] Mox says, "Oui, oui."
  160. [20:29] Esme Rowan says, "Make sure you listen to Syracuse, he's a clever man."
  161. [20:29] Mox exclaims, "Oui!"
  162. [20:30] He sat down, patiently, crossing one leg over the other and resting his hands in his lap as Syracuse preached about many different things --all foreign to the young teenager. The Dream, the Dreamer, Azrael's 'Holy Arts' and hopes and dreams along with his original purpose.'
  163.  
  164. Taking it all in was no easy task, especially for the fidgety youngster, but he managed to calm himself and sit through it. At a point, he even closes his eyes to listen carefully to what was being said.
  165.  
  166. By the end of it, there was a lot of 'new' information moving in and around Adriel's mind, and many questions that accompanied it naturally.
  167.  
  168. When the Neries was finished and held the floor open for questions, his hand came up, and he spoke when prompted to.
  169.  
  170. "Ah...good Deacon a question --one of many actually...but I'll ask this one first. What exactly are Lord Azrael's 'Holy Arts', or as you described it...the magic that plunged him into darkness."
  171. (Adriel Isolet)
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  173.  
  174. [20:30] Adriel glanced over to the Nagual who took up a seat beside him, offering her a nod accompanied by a smile.
  175. (Adriel Isolet)
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  177.  
  178. [20:32] Alina stays completely silent as she listens to the sermon, smiling all throughout. She was glad that the teachers on Agartha didn't deviate from the ones in Nostvale, like Feleran Azraelism. Her hand darts into the air as soon as the Deacon starts accepting questions, only speaking when she is permitted to.
  179.  
  180. "First, I'd like to thank you for that wonderful sermon, Deacon Fengari. I'd like to ask if there is a formal process for joining the Grey Church here. Being a neries I'm quite familiar with the tenets and teachings myself."
  181. (Alina Craven)
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  183.  
  184. [20:32] Mox briefly shifts her attention to Adriel to nod at him!
  185. (Mox)
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  187.  
  188. [20:52] As he leaned against the pulpit breathing steadily to regain his energy. Energy that he had very much to resist simply ripping from those present. It was difficult being a Neries at times. Blessing easily became curses after all. He heard some questions, but not a lot.
  189.  
  190. With a hearty laugh in response he'd jerk a thumb at the pulpit. As if to say, what is it being up here that's keeping you all quite? As if to answer his own little question he'd hop down and sit at the edge of the dais. His natural height allowing him to keep an eye on everyone anyways.
  191.  
  192. He'd sweep his gaze to Adriel first, the youth being so curious. He'd give a small stretch as he got up, strolling down the aisle to lean against a pew in front of the youth.
  193.  
  194. "I am speaking of Necromancy, the art of combating death the greatest imperfection. Now, I do not believe the art itself caused Azreal's fall. Rather, the act ofdoing so did. You see, it sparked war in the heavens. Wars in fact, that have lef the world a darker place over all. Yet, he did it for us. What kind of monster would turn away such a sacrifice?"
  195.  
  196. His words where clear, it was the wars and suffering that followed. Not the creation of the art itself that caused Azreal's fall from grace.
  197.  
  198. Turnign to the other Neries, a rare sight truthfully. His feet beat stonework as he got to them.
  199.  
  200. "Why thank you young lady, word to action, word to action. If you wish to join the clergy all you've to do is ask. I'll try and get one of the bishops to officially place your name in the roster. Oh, but this isn't Nostvale don't let the lack of paperwork stop you from doing the good work. Bwahaha!"
  201.  
  202. Apparently paperwork had been important back in Nostvale. Though here it was just used as a joke of sorts.
  203. (Syracuse Fengari)
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  205.  
  206. [20:53] Syracuse Fengari says, "Anyone else? Please don't let my gruff appearance hold your tongues. I don't bite, I swear."
  207. [20:53] Adriel Isolet whispers something.
  208. [20:55] Esra knew from her past experiences with the church that Necromancy was used to combat imperfection. Even so, she finishes her prayer, and watched the Deacon with a wonder, and a question got caught in her throat.
  209.  
  210. Literally, as she gave a cough to clear it. She sat on the pews for a moment, considering how she might phrase her question...
  211. (Esra Sca)
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  213.  
  214. [20:55] The mention of necromancy made the farmer uneasy. With this, she spoke up softly, "Why.. why would death be.. an imperfection?" She turns away, placing her hand to her mouth, "That is to say, why should we focus on living forever? I-I don't see a reason for it." Her gaze then shifts uncomfortably from Syracuse to the ground.
  215. (Adelaide Rose)
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  217.  
  218. [20:56] La'Ahad has confirmed what he had concluded. Still, to his knowledge, there wasn't any perfect necromancy around on Agartha. He had heard of a perfect undead, now deceased, but the fact that they were killed means that entropy had its way in the end. There was no evidence that it wouldn't always be thus.
  219. (La'Ahad Muhim)
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  221.  
  222. [20:56] As the man neared him, he couldn't help but feel a little uneasy. Why was this? Adriel didn't know, but it was just something that lingered in the back of his mind.
  223.  
  224. His question was answered though, and he'd give a nod of thanks towards the Neries. What he said made sense. To go against the natural order and cheat death would be a trifling topic among angels in the heavens...
  225.  
  226. "I see...Thank you for the information." he replied, looking around to the others to allow them to get their questions and the like in.
  227. (Adriel Isolet)
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  229.  
  230. [20:59] Alina claps her hands together and performs a sitting bow from her church bench.
  231.  
  232. "Thank you, Deacon. I'll assist you and our cause in anyway possible, even if I'm not officially accepted yet. If I'm permitted to that is."
  233. (Alina Craven)
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  235.  
  236. [21:02] "Oui, monsieur monsieur? I do have a question!"
  237.  
  238. A gentle and soft voice resonates within the Cathedral, arms waving desperately, seeking for the Neries' attention! A piercing gaze with this grin, revealing her pearly white teeth. It is the sloth, the house-cat, the domesticated Nagual.. Mox!
  239.  
  240. "Hello I'm Mox but you may call me Momo, oui? I'm Lady Isabelle's servant! But more importantly, I do have a question." She pauses briefly, her fluffy tail wrapping itself around her waist.
  241.  
  242. "I'm unfortunate one of Ixchel's chosen and therefore, immune to the Morninglord's present. I will never be able to benefit from his gift and as the years pass, I'll start to decay to finally desepear here.. such, a shame oui. But I wanted to know ifI could learn how to practice and perhaps the art? Is it still possible for a Nagual like me?"
  243. (Mox)
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  245.  
  246. [21:03] Mox whispers something.
  247. [21:03] Mox whispers something.
  248. [21:04] Adriel Isolet whispers something.
  249. [21:04] Mox whispers something.
  250. [21:04] Adriel Isolet whispers something.
  251. [21:06] Mox whispers something.
  252. [21:06] Adriel Isolet whispers something.
  253. [21:08] Tilted his gaze to Esra for a moment. Though he'd simply give them a warm nod. There was times to rush and times to go slow. Clearly the young ruffian felt going slow as appropriate at this moment.
  254.  
  255. He then looked to Adelaide, ah, an honest question. He'd stroll over, squatting down to sit cross-legged in front of them. He wasn't out to war trying to scare people after all.
  256.  
  257. "First, Miss Rose, thank you for having the courage to ask your question.
  258.  
  259. He waited a second, he'd spoken quietly but loud enough so all could hear. He wanted people to know he wasn't going to turn an axe on them.
  260.  
  261. "That's ok, you don't have to want to live forever. Some people are comfortable with death, some even find it where they need to go. That's fine, eternal life isn't for everyone."
  262.  
  263. He could have ended it there but he knew better to not alleviate all of one's fear. After all Necromancy was not the only tool, goal, or desire of the Dreaming. He reached out an rested a hand on the young woman's shoulder.
  264.  
  265. "Of course though you'd wish for a world safe and free from disease, hunger, and war for those you love."
  266.  
  267. It wasn't a question, it was the truth to the young Neries. He stood and went to the next
  268. (Syracuse Fengari)
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  270.  
  271. [21:09] Mox whispers something.
  272. [21:09] Mox whispers something.
  273. [21:09] Mox whispers something.
  274. [21:10] That being that he'd move to Mox, going to answer the young woman. Without missing a beat he'd happily say with a smile.
  275.  
  276. "I don't have a clue! Sorry, miss Momo. I'm not a master of the Holy Arts. However! I could ask around with the Necromancer and attempt to find out. If you'd so like?"
  277. (Syracuse Fengari)
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  279.  
  280. [21:10] Mox exclaims, "I'm fine with that!"
  281. [21:11] Adriel Isolet whispers something.
  282. [21:12] With his proximity closing in, the young woman simply sits up and straightens her back. She gulps as he squats down and places a hand to her shoulder. With his words, she offers a small nod and smile, "I.. I understand, but.. being undead doesn't seem perfect to me, infact, it doesn't seem.. proper. From what I've seen, they still rot, they feel .. wrong, to look at, to be near." She shudders now, glancing over to Syracuse for guidance,
  283.  
  284. "I would love if the world were free of such terrible things, but.. but.. how is it possible? So long as there is .. is.. freewill, there will .. always be conflict." She suggests with a tilt of her head and a furrowing of brows, "I wish the world was free of such things, but.. I don't see that happening, truthfully. What can we do to .. make it possible?" She then asks.
  285.  
  286. (Adelaide Rose)
  287. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
  288.  
  289. [21:13] Mox whispers something.
  290. [21:13] Adriel Isolet whispers something.
  291. [21:15] Mox whispers something.
  292. [21:18] He posed the question to the girl beside him, but as Adelaide spoke up, he couldn't resist the urge to respond.
  293.  
  294. "Ah...not every undead is like that...Miss Rose was it? There are different tiers to Necromancy, and with more practice and research, soon every necromancer would be able to bring back what we call a perfect undead --in such cases like Loretta and her brother. They're not rotting and seem like normally functioning human beings at first glance." he explained in a smooth, even tone.
  295.  
  296. "Unfortunately while we study to improve this...places like Huangzhou and Gehenna are adamantly trying to halt our advances and in turn you see more 'rotting' undead popping up --the magi are under stress and have no time for proper research."
  297. (Adriel Isolet)
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  299.  
  300. [21:18] Adriel Isolet whispers something.
  301. [21:19] Mox whispers something.
  302. [21:20] Adriel Isolet whispers something.
  303. [21:21] Mox whispers something.
  304. [21:21] Adriel Isolet whispers something.
  305. [21:24] Mox whispers something.
  306. [21:25] Mox whispers something.
  307. [21:25] Mox whispers something.
  308. [21:25] Adriel Isolet whispers something.
  309. [21:27] Gave Adriel a nod, he'd answered the question quite well. He'd add a bit himself though really it was just a bit of re-enforcement of what'd already been said.
  310.  
  311. "The young man is correct. You see a lot of the Necromanced you see are crude attempts to replicate Azreal's art. Attempts that cause madness and discord. It is a sad truth that we have forgotten much of what we knew."
  312.  
  313. He'd shake his head as if it truly was a shame. So much lost, for so little gained. Yet, that was addressed in the tenets.
  314.  
  315. "Now, free will? Of course it exists. There will always be conflict. Personally I revel in violence when I indulge in it. However, I think we can all agree that a hearty fight between warriors seeking to test their mettle."
  316.  
  317. He saw no issue clearly with a bit of conflict it was enjoyable after all.
  318.  
  319. "What conflict we seek to end is conflict on a massive scale. In a word, war. Differing ideals and beliefs are fine. They add spice to life and make it worth living. But just because we have differing opinions doesn't mean we can't live together in peace. After all the young Momo is one of Ixhel's blessed. Yet, we haven't came to blows have we? Discourse and understanding will free us of pointless savagery."
  320.  
  321. The message was a bit conflicting, on one hand he enjoyed violence but he knew that to much only bred misery.
  322. (Syracuse Fengari)
  323. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
  324.  
  325. [21:28] Mox whispers something.
  326. [21:28] Gave Adriel a nod, he'd answered the question quite well. He'd add a bit himself though really it was just a bit of re-enforcement of what'd already been said.
  327.  
  328.  
  329.  
  330. He'd shake his head as if it truly was a shame. So much lost, for so little gained. Yet, that was addressed in the tenets.
  331.  
  332. "Now, free will? Of course it exists. There will always be conflict. Personally I revel in violence when I indulge in it. However, I think we can all agree that a hearty fight between warriors seeking to test their mettle."
  333.  
  334. He saw no issue clearly with a bit of conflict it was enjoyable after all.
  335.  
  336. "What conflict we seek to end is conflict on a massive scale. In a word, war. Differing ideals and beliefs are fine. They add spice to life and make it worth living. But just because we have differing opinions doesn't mean we can't live together in peace. After all the young Momo is one of Ixhel's blessed. Yet, we haven't came to blows have we? Discourse and understanding will free us of pointless savagery."
  337.  
  338. The message was a bit conflicting, on one hand he enjoyed violence but he knew that to much only bred misery.
  339. (Syracuse Fengari)
  340. (Syracuse Fengari)
  341. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
  342.  
  343. [21:31] The Nagual slightly raises her chin from all the whispering upon hearing her name.
  344.  
  345. "Oui, oui. That's right!" She states out loud before diving back in her conversation with her newfound friend. Don't blame them, it's hard to focus during class..
  346. (Mox)
  347. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
  348.  
  349. [21:32] Adelaide turns around, shocked to hear another voice speak out at her. She nods to him, "I did not know there were.. erm.. 'tiers' of practice for a necromancer." She begins, smiling faint, "Perhaps.. necromancers should not bring the dead back unless they are confident in their skills." She insists with a tilt of her head, "But, I didn't think about others trying to stop necromancy as a whole." She purses her lips now, eyes rolling upward in thought, "To think that.. there are people willing to wage war just because we wish to bring back loved ones with their consent."
  350.  
  351. She shakes her head, glancing to Syracuse, "Mmn.. yes, it would be lovely to keep the world free of huge wars and arguments, but even little acts of violence may end up spilling into more. With how things are, I am .. surprised that there are people like you, Deacon Syracuse." She nods in agreeance to the Deacon, bowing her head, "Thank you for answering my questions and.. being patient with me." And then she turns to Adriel, "You as well."
  352. (Adelaide Rose)
  353. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
  354.  
  355. [21:32] Adriel Isolet whispers something.
  356. [21:33] Adriel Isolet whispers something.
  357. [21:33] Esra quietly listens to everything said, she seemed almost serene, with her eyes half closed, a soft smile, and her hands clasped in front of her.
  358. (Esra Sca)
  359. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
  360.  
  361. [21:33] Mox whispers something.
  362. [21:36] Syracuse Fengari exclaims, "Well, we bring them back as imperfect cause their immortal. As our mastery of the art grows they can be improved! So! No issues really. As for being patient, don't worry I hit a reed before the sermon. Bwahahaha!"
  363. [21:36] Syracuse Fengari says, "Now! Miss Sca, please speak what you had wished to ask? I'm all ears."
  364. [21:37] Adelaide Rose asks, "A .. reed..?"
  365. [21:38]
  366. {LOAD GAME}
  367.  
  368. [21:39] Syracuse Fengari says, "Of course Esra! I"
  369. [21:39] Syracuse Fengari says, "I'll bug one of the Bishops for paperwork."
  370. [21:39] Mox whispers something.
  371. [21:40] Mox squints.
  372. (Mox)
  373. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
  374.  
  375. [21:40] Adriel glances away for a second.
  376. (Adriel Isolet)
  377. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
  378.  
  379. [21:40] Adriel Isolet whispers something.
  380. [21:41] Esra nodded, smiling very proudly. Her eyes lit up, and she let out a happy giggle, her wings uncurling from the exictement.
  381. (Esra Sca)
  382. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
  383.  
  384. [21:41] Esra Sca exclaims, "Thank you, Deacon! I promise I will do the church proud!"
  385. [21:44] Mox whispers something.
  386. [21:44] Adriel Isolet whispers something.
  387. [21:44] The rat he was working on was hit with a wave of energy and soon enough he manages to mercifully kill it quickly with this magic before he would fill it with his mana. It worked, somewhat. If only his magical power to create warmth and healing worked here as well. It did. Just like he was able to create the .spark of life. out of hia magic, he had it in his miscellaneous techniques for his rat was where how he worked trying to hold in the energy of his fire.
  388.  
  389. Then something smells fried and its the poor rat who seems to have grown quickly by its energy into a somewhat crazy moving magic object that stays up while the Oscuri continues to focus right into it, The poor rat works for a while before the fir mana overwhelms it and kills it for good.
  390.  
  391. With no emotionl out put he juts down wht he feels he wants to refibe uch later.
  392. (Desmond Grainger)
  393. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
  394.  
  395. [21:45] Mox whispers something.
  396. [21:46] Adriel Isolet whispers something.
  397. [21:48] Desmond Grainger says, "* thanks as he loos at his rathe diroainy=gs se but not poergul ehugh to dstsun ut so te fust time."
  398. [21:49] Desmond thanks as he loos at his rathe diroainy=gs se but not poergul ehugh to dstsun ut so te fust time.
  399. (Desmond Grainger)
  400. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
  401.  
  402. [21:49] Mox whispers something.
  403. [21:49] Adriel Isolet whispers something.
  404. [21:49] Adriel Isolet whispers something.
  405. [21:50] La'Ahad unfolds his legs and places them on the ground.
  406. (La'Ahad Muhim)
  407. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
  408.  
  409. [21:50] Mox whispers something.
  410. [21:50] Desmond thanks as he loos at his rathe diroainy=gs se but not poergul ehugh to dstsun ut so te fust time.
  411. (Desmond Grainger)
  412. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
  413.  
  414. [21:50] Mox whispers something.
  415. [21:51] Adriel Isolet whispers something.
  416. [21:51] Adriel Isolet whispers something.
  417. [21:52] Adriel Isolet whispers something.
  418. [21:56] Mox whispers something.
  419. [21:56] Mox whispers something.
  420. [21:56] Adriel Isolet whispers something.
  421. [21:57] Mox says, "Mmhn."
  422. [21:57] Mox says, "I'm sorry but I will leave for today."
  423. [21:57] Mox says, "I feel a little tired, ehe."
  424. [21:57] Adelaide Rose says, "Be safe, miss."
  425. [21:57] Adriel Isolet whispers something.
  426. [21:57] Mox exclaims, "I will, oui oui!"
  427. [21:57] Mox whispers something.
  428. [21:57] Mox whispers something.
  429. [21:58] Adriel Isolet whispers something.
  430. [21:58] Syracuse Fengari exclaims, "Oh right!"
  431. [21:58] Desmond thinks as he looks at his rather dead rat as he uses his power: the spark of life, ro bring it back to life. But not as powerful as before when it comes to raising the dead, his powerful fire energy soon overheats the poor rat and it burns up as Desmond jots down some things on his notes.
  432. (Desmond Grainger)
  433. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
  434.  
  435. [21:59] Mox whispers something.
  436. [21:59] Syracuse Fengari says, "The Mass is officially dismissed! You don't have to go home but you ca- Oh, wait you can stay here."
  437. [21:59] Adelaide Rose says, ".. Pft."
  438. [21:59] Adriel Isolet whispers something.
  439. [21:59] Mox whispers something.
  440. [21:59] Adriel Isolet exclaims, "See you later, Momo!"
  441. [21:59] Mox exclaims, "Aurvoir!"
  442. [22:00] Adelaide Rose asks, "That was a lovely mass, Deacon Fengari. Is that the preferred title you reccommend?"
  443. [22:00] La'Ahad stands up and stretches languidly.
  444. (La'Ahad Muhim)
  445. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
  446.  
  447. [22:01] The Oscuri gets up with one les rat,
  448.  
  449.  
  450. "You mentioned working with the Holy Art. Where you lying to bring me here or was it true?"
  451. (Desmond Grainger)
  452. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
  453.  
  454. [22:02] With the girl gone and mass dismissed, he'd hop up off of the bench and stretch his limbs. This was informative and he managed to interact with a few new people too, so all in all this was a good experience.
  455.  
  456. "Thank you for the information, Deacon. Find me the next time you're holding a mass, yeah? I'll be sure to be in attendance."
  457.  
  458. Turning on his heel, he'd make his way towards the door, waving a hand as he left.
  459. (Adriel Isolet)
  460. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
  461.  
  462. [22:04] Alina gets up from her seat and bows to Syracuse.
  463.  
  464. "Thank you for having me, Deacon Fengari. I will be taking my leave now, farewell."
  465.  
  466. She says as she starts to make her way to the exit.
  467. (Alina Craven)
  468. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
  469.  
  470. [22:05] Syracuse Fengari says, "Miss Rose, I in this chuch deacon within the church. Outside? I do many things. So, you may address me with what's comfortable."
  471. [22:06] Syracuse Fengari exclaims, "Desmond, I said I would talk of the Holy Art. I did. Bwahahaha! I just didn't teach it!"
  472. [22:06] Desmond Grainger says, "Mhm. I know, I just want to know if you are practicing it."
  473. [22:06] Syracuse Fengari says, "Fairewll Miss Craven, I hopw to work with you in the future."
  474. [22:06] smiles warmly to him, nodding and turning toward the exit, "Then.. farewell, Deacon. I hope to be at your next service." And with a hesitation, she begins walking.
  475. (Adelaide Rose)
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