[A messenger leaves the temple carrying the sealed letter to Candlekeep and delivering it, and a supply of Sister Rachel's tea to the inn. Merielle tells the messenger that she has spoken with Mr. Angrius, and to tell those in Baldur's Gate, that at present the situation remains unchanged, but dire. She promises to send word if there is any change.]
sinsemilla wrote:*A letter left with the Priest of Illmater and stamped with the seal of Maximus Angrius of Tyr*
Sister Merielle,
It is of great urgency that we speak, you will find me either in Candlekeep or in the Temple of Tyr.
Sincerly,
Maximus
"Play nice." Mum "Mercy, even to the least deserved." "Revenge is beneath me, but Accidents happen..." "Even Echoes fade to silence."
LeslieMS wrote:[A hastily scrawled message arrives at the temple in the middle of the night]
Forgive me Brothers and Sisters... Forgive me please.
The situation is dire. Any aid that can be spared send it to Candlekeep please. I will explain but now there is not time.
Time works against us, and there are things set in motion I do not understand.
The gods test us Brother and Sisters... And while there is still hope, it is nigh more than a faintly burning ember. Pray... Pray... and may Mercy guide us all.
Sister Merielle Williams
Yet another message that when reached his ears, he ignored. He left that to be taken care by the rest.
The redhead simply continued on with his own, small tasks while the world was saved again by the others.
[While the majority of the temple sleeps... Meri comes in followed by a group. She makes her way quietly through the temple as plans are laid.
She packs what few things she has and speaks softly to Brother Marcus before leaving a note for Dianne and the Sisters.]
'Do not worry Brother Marcus... We will be in Beregost. Ilmater walks with us still. We will make this work. Mercy will prevail.'
~~ [a note on Dianne's Dresser]
I miss you my little love.
I must stay away a while longer. Keep Cloud and Tabbi safe for Billy and I.
Be good for the sisters, and keep your hopes up. I will be back soon. Just as soon as this is all sorted out.
I love you darling,
Sister Meri
~~
~~ [A note in the kitchen]
Do not worry sisters. Faith and hope, keep them close. I have made arrangements for the temple to be kept safe in my absence, which I pray is brief. Until then, I will send word to you when I am able. Mercy guide you all.
Mercy Prevails.
Sister Merielle
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[She pauses to drop a handful of coins on the alter and smiles] 'Keep the place well in my absence. I expect there to be tea when I get back.'
[She speaks to no one in particular, and while she has missed this place that has come to be her home, she knows she won't be gone from it indefinately.
Amid the harsh words borne of frustration she walks out of the temple, a determined look on her face as she heads south through the gates.]
"Play nice." Mum "Mercy, even to the least deserved." "Revenge is beneath me, but Accidents happen..." "Even Echoes fade to silence."
* a small elf figuire can be seen around the candlekeep inn and the church of illmater picking up small very specific hairs... no one seems to take much notice for its one less thing to pick up at the end of the day*
Wthyran Tal - Drooling, scarred and generally acidic.
Tarnok Deadsbane - Talk about guilt.
My dearest Brothers and Sisters, my darling Dianne:
I had hoped to write you now and tell you that we were on our way home, but there are those in power within the city that do not understand Mercy's way.
For now I am still unable to return home. I am sorry for I desperately wish to return. I have done my duty unwaveringly, and been granted sufferance for such a thing. Ilmater smiles on us and we endure. May Mercy guide our paths, and hope light our way. In faith we are strong and will endure.
I am pleased to write that young Billy, while he still bears a heavy burden, is able to bear it much better now. The demon is away, and he is recovering well from the demon's attacks. Our paths remain clear.
I pray reverently that we will be able to return home soon. Hate them not for their ignorance, forgive them the difficulties they cause, for that is the way of Mercy. Pray that Mercy may guide them, and allow us return to the fair city I now call home.
For now we remain safe. I cannot watch over Billy from a distance however, and will not risk my oath unfulfilled. The Enemy that is Bhaal will not succeed, though others seem to make it simpler for him, we will prevail.
Do be well in my absence. As He Who Endures does, so shall we.
Mercy Guide Us,
Sister Merielle Williams
"Play nice." Mum "Mercy, even to the least deserved." "Revenge is beneath me, but Accidents happen..." "Even Echoes fade to silence."
A shadowy figure moves about in silence in front of the Sanctuary. He moves toward the windows hoping to see if She is there with the package. His eyes dart about trying to catch a glimpse of the young one. Suddenly a small form emerges from the back carrying a small doll in tow. The little girl moves to the kitchen and helps the Sister with preparing the meals for the wanting and needy. A small smile creeps across the shadowy figures face, as a plan starts to form within his mind.
"She'll bring us the boy, or she'll lose the girl." He says to himself as he slinks off into the darkness to formulate his plan.
As the morning sun falls upon the streets of Baldur's Gate a scream can be heard coming from the Sanctuary of Ilmater. Those inside rush about franticly looking for the missing child, only to find her favorite doll laying on her bed with a dagger through it's face pinning a note.
"The boy for the girl. Bring him to us or the soul of the girl will be fed to the Lord of Murder.."
Brother Marcus can be seen slumped over in the temple, weeping. Tears streak down the elderly mans face as he tries to think of what to do.
"Poor Dianne. Please return to us safely. Ilmater hear my words and extend a merciful hand to the child, I beg of you.." Brother Marcus says as he tries to regain his composure, and offer support to the Sisters.
Brother Marcus can be seen placing these posters around the Gate and other places where people gather. Tears streak his face everytime he places one up for all to see...
*Maximus pounds his hand on a poster hung at the Temple of Tyr*
I can see that I am going to have to gather a group together and go hunt this girl and whoever is behind this; In the Name of Tyr I swear I will bring them Justice!
Now who should I gather?
DM Sin Maximus Angrius / Therro Arkanok / Hatoo Toosdg Our life is made by the death of others. ~Leonardo da Vinci
*the short figuire looks at the poster his eye dialating* Merielle looses one of her hivelings. I suppose I'll have to go retrieve this one. I don't understand the signifcance... of one, they make so many *scratches his head in thought.* But ultimately, I am vowed to make sure the boy is well.. so either the girl needs to be recovered...or dead to prevent the exchange.
Wthyran Tal - Drooling, scarred and generally acidic.
Tarnok Deadsbane - Talk about guilt.
*concealed by darkness a shadowy man slowly moves towards the gate from the alleys and notices one of the posters lightened up by a lantern*
And they call me a spawn of evil... how could anyone do somethin' like this. *sighs and restively looks around if anyone noticed him* Right, i should be more careful, but what should i do about this *whispers to himself, while he pulls out a golden coin of the sack on his belt. Flips the coin in the air, catching it as it falls. Slowly opens his hand and slightly smiles at the sight of the smiling woman on the coin.* It's decided...
*Just as stealthy as he appeared, he disappears in the bushes outside the gate*
Darkness surrounds the poor girl, as the bhaalspawn pace back and forth in front of her. Wimpering is the only sound capable of escaping her lips as fear has stolen the words from her very mind. Otherworldly sounds eminate from the horific forms not ten paces in front of her. Hope is something that is quickly leaving her thoughts, not to mention her soul.
Suddenly a small point of light gathers in the center of the room. The becon gives Dianne new found hope that she may be saved. The light shifts and flickers, growing to form a rift. The bhaalspawn hiss and screach at the light as if they we being attacked. Suddenly the largest of the fell creatures moves itself between the light and Dianne. Growling in a low almost inaudible tone it lunges itself toward the light. A bright flash is seen as the bhaalspawn is consumed by the rift as it slams shut.
Dianne sobs uncontrolably, pulling herself into a ball in the corner. Her knees tucked tight to her chest, her arms folded tightly around them, pulling them close. The bhaalspawn howl at the now unseen light, clawing out at the unseen force that swallowed their brethren whole. Through all the sounds they are making, from the claws on the floor to the demonic sounding language they spit back and forth...one thing could be heard, Dianne screamed above all others....
~Selah sits in the defunct room of the Fieldpost Inn, the door to this particular appartment having been destroyed the night before. Others murmur in the hall as she reads through her lore, scrawling in occasion upon the last few pages of her journal. Many are in attendance upon miss Williams, her faith has drawn the masses. Selah ponders if Meri's wisdom will persist or falter in her preachings, as the woman's heart and sanity are relentless demoralized.
She looks at the crimson cloth that sits beside her, dabbed with the blood of tears, her own. Despite Meri's best attempts, the weeping of her sanguine fluid continues as readily any normal lachryma. The drops flow at times imperceptibly, their interment surges not even noticed by Selah on occasion, not till the beads strike paper or the sound of dripping prick subtle cords that galvanize upon her senses. The price she payed for viewing upon vengeful Gods. She looked far at Meri's behest; yet knowledge is powerful and deities do well to hide most from mortal minds. Still, the girl is alive
She sighs, feeling detached, discombobulated. Numbness in her own body, sensations dulled, watching more her actions then experiencing them. Allows herself little time for reflection or repose, pressing on with her work, her life.
The gentle scrawls of quill upon paper itch ears close enough to hear as the sound etches itself upon the atmosphere once more. The rhythm of writing marking her active presence in the room anew.~
TheVoid wrote:Can you imagine what rw would be entitled too if we allowed npc rwot merchants? Those bald ass mothers can freakin get wargolems portaled to them and all other kinds of weapons of mass destruction.
[With careful and patient steps she guides the woman to the temple. A gentle hand steadies her every step. She frowned. Is it not bad enough that she must suffer, now this? She whispered comforts as more tears fell and they walked.
Finally through the door they stepped. There was hardly time to register the shocked look on the Sister's faces. Tending to the woman, and then the others who came and went through the temple, she didn't stop to think.
Finally things grew quiet and she looked at the wise faces of Sister Adolina and Sister Juna.]
'Still no word?'
'No... Nothing.'
[The sadness evident on their faces would only twist in her heart further. She hadn't planned to come here... she hadn't planned on returning without the children. It felt surreal to be in that place... home... but it felt dead without the children in it. The woman and the man... they slept and she looked to Sister Juna hopefully]
'There are no clues? What of her room?'
[Wordlessly the older woman would lead her back to the small space that served as the girl's room. Untouched from the moment the girl was taken.
Nothing prepared her for what greeted her eyes, but she managed for the sake of the others, to not cry out. The room was a mess... There was very obviously a struggle. The girl's doll destroyed with a dagger pinning it through the head. The sight brought forth a rush of emotion so strong it nearly knocked her down. She blinked away tears as she knelt... A foot print, heavy, small... undoubtedly not the child's, which left only one other possibility.
Sadness... everything... time, color, any sense of anything was washed out by the anger that consumed her at the thought. It threatened to overcome her. She fought it. She would complete her duties there quickly. Arranging for the care of those there and looking to Brother Marcus. She would speak then, offering hope and reassurances.
As she stepped back out of the temple and headed southward at a frightening pace, only the most practiced eye would see the barely contained fury there in her eyes. As she moved southward her thoughts danced from emotion to emotion, her mind rolled from plan to plan. She argued with herself, planned, prayed. She finally slowed as she neared her destination.]
'Ilmater forgive me...
I -will- get her back.
I -will not- surrender the boy.
They -will- see the error of their ways... Even if I have to take a Leave of Rest to teach them.'
"Play nice." Mum "Mercy, even to the least deserved." "Revenge is beneath me, but Accidents happen..." "Even Echoes fade to silence."
Things seem peaceful at first. Meri had straightened Dianne's room, prepared a meal and was listening to Billy happily chatter to Sister Rachel when rumors began to trickle to her of the Bhaalist's recent activities and demands.
She frowns as she makes her way to the alter and offers up many prayers.
We must not waver...
"Play nice." Mum "Mercy, even to the least deserved." "Revenge is beneath me, but Accidents happen..." "Even Echoes fade to silence."
