Church of Ilmater RP

[Ashenie]

Countless endeavors painted the busy night in the infirmary of the Temple or Ilmater. Puss and shards melted in the warmth of bowls of bloodied water. Spring came to renew devotions. Close to a wounded blond man, one of the sisters whispers hushed prayers during his sleep. The litany almost unheard begs for suffering to end, and life to renew. Candles are lit, close to the wounded. Their pleas and squeaks of pain answered by care, soon each of them is given soup, warm teas and infusions. As dawn finally casts rest upon the wounded, exhaustion weights. Near the altar of Ilmater, prayers echoe in the dim light, before a hooded sister departs to gather herbs for those who suffer.

[DM Ink]

A courier arrives to the Ilmater shrine delivering a message from the Temple of Torm detailing the brief stay of the stranger. Upon arriving at the holy ground of the Loyal Fury, the man was wrapped in a warm shroud to ease the shivering. A day of watch went by until the man asked to go home. A soldier of the Flaming Fist escorted the man across the city. The man was returned to his home without incident.

[Volcanic Lilies]

Zamari, one of the Ilmater temple's caretakers, was seen returning in horrible condition. Her blood-soaked bruised body looked as if the woman was trampled by colossal beasts in a rush of combat and miraculously survived a heavy assault. According to rumors, Zamari claimed that she was taking part in the fierce fight against hordes of undead, yuan-ti and fiends at Boareskyr Bridge, but it weren't them, but a betrayal of one of her peers, that resulted in such terrible predicament.

[Louvaine]

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A black haired man with a stern look would be seen spending time in the common room of Ilmateri Temple, claiming the place helps him clear his mind.

[LivT]

There was commotion in the Temple, as members of House Vale gathered with other allies; Dral Winterward had been brought there for healing, and it's become known that not only was an attempt made on his life, but that he was to be made prisoner of House Blackrose. The dwarf was healed, and recovered quickly.

[Xorena]

During the recent concert and market, a red tent housing Thayan magical wares, tea and fine wines did brisk business with adventurers. Wands frequently sold out and apprentices from the Enclave were kept on their toes.

After raising a substantial amount of coin for the Church of Ilmater, Soni'vaphra Anishtep and Thayan Knight Kurvallaxion Brax escorted the gnome Nod Nexis and his heavy chest of gold to the Church of Ilmater to ensure the funds reached the intended destination.

As they entered, the wizard's lip curled in disgust, however, her visage was quickly schooled back into a neutral cast. Once the gnome dropped off his treasure, they both briskly departed.

[Anrilor]

The High Lady and the Martyr sat in the chapel praying quietly with one another, wet tears dotted the Martyr's shoulder, and a flushed and sad Heartwarder looking bereft, left feeling a bit better, but still heart heavy.

[Ashenie]

Before a myriad of candles, litanies and compassionate prayers are spoken dearly for the fallen, the wounded and all those who suffered from the attacks of spiders and daemons. A hooded Sister and an armored Knight united for the endeavor, the sound of their voices answering the call of Faith.

[athornforyourheart]

Aiden Vega, follower of Eldath send an open letter to the Church of Ilmater in praise of their efforts amidst a chaotic time.

[yyj]

A woman wearing a mithral breastplate is seen cleaning the bookshelves and the shelves.

She mops and clean the floors, brooms and washes the dishes.

She does this on her own and would decline any help offered.

[Louvaine]

It was late at night when a heavily beaten down man clad in silvery white and purple armor stepped into the temple of Ilmater. He smiled trough dried blood in his beard as he limped towards the closest bench, where he sat down with a groan. Morvan, for that how he would introduce himself, would apologise for the intrustion and ask for help with his wounds. During his stay in the temple he would repeat almost like mantra that he welcomed the pain in hopes to shelter others from what he endured. He left just before first light, leaving behind himself donation to the temple of the Broken God.

[yyj]

It was late at night when a heavily beaten down man clad in silvery white and purple armor stepped into the temple of Ilmater. He smiled trough dried blood in his beard as he limped towards the closest bench, where he sat down with a groan. Morvan, for that how he would introduce himself, would apologise for the intrustion and ask for help with his wounds. During his stay in the temple he would repeat almost like mantra that he welcomed the pain in hopes to shelter others from what he endured. He left just before first light, leaving behind himself donation to the temple of the Broken God.

Orieanelle would provide acommodations and healing for the warrior, helping out and assuring him that most people come here with wounds and it's nothing to be ashamed of.

[yyj]

Jalette returns to clean the temple, she seems to do it with force, pressing the mop hard against the floor it's obvious she's angry about something. She mutters angrily under her breath.

[Winterborne]

The temple guardian notices the vigorously, angrily mopping woman. He says nothing, but disappears to the kitchen. As she works, a pleasant aroma begins to fill the sanctuary.

When she's exhausted or finished and takes a moment to rest, she is brought a hot cup of spiced black tea and milk, as well as some soft-baked cinnamon cookies. They are set out for her and he offers her a smile before returning to his post.

[yyj]

After sharing a lovely meal with the guardian she spent the rest of the day at the temple conversing with him. Taking a few cookies for the road before parting of course with a big smile on her face and probably forgetting why she was angry in the first place.