Church of Ilmater RP

[yyj]

A blonde woman with a scarred face would follow the knight to the south. She left not taking many supplies with her but what was necessary to take on the road, sharing a few words with Sister Ashenie and the Guardian Nathan and a promise of returning, she departs the temple as well.

[mastajabba]

The Emerald Archer could be seen, if you where good enough at that in patrols on the Ilmater Temple and more importantly on Orphanage Grounds. Most of the time cloaked in shadow moving skillfully unnoticed. Soft sole boots landing mostly silently on well worn cobble stone streets as perimeter was checked. Stepping up a keen eye to cover what the Frequent City Watch Patrol might miss.

Sometimes the Scout would snag a handful of berries from the large bowl by the modest Ilmateri chapel. Other times he’d stop by the Farmland Merchants and pick up the fresh seasonal fruits leaving a few treats for the kids on their bunks. Teaching them to say ‘Tally-Ho!’ While sticking pigeon feathers on their caps.

With a promise that if chores and conduct was to the satisfaction of the caretakers. That he would personally put on a good word with Lord Aaron Lyonaler himself the Grand Knight of the Most Noble Order of the Radiant Heart himself about starting a Junior Radiant Page charter at the orphanage.

[ViciousVicky]

A knight has taken up residence in the temple. A paladin of Ilmater, a Companion of the Noble Heart. Having taken an Oath of Silence, one would be exceedingly lucky to catch her uttering even a single word. While she, like many of her brothers and sisters in faith, appears to be on the verge of breaking under the burdens she carries, there is a fiery determination in her weary, tired eyes since she caught news of attacks on the temple.

[Ashenie]

In the Temple of Ilmater, a guardian is graced. Ser Khalso El Tamir, Protector-Knight of the Order of the Golden Cup, is blessed with a ritual conducted by Sister Ashenie. His bruised hands, still damaged after recent fights, are washed in a bowl of Holy Water and petals of wild roses. Whispered Litanies praise courage and chant perseverance in his name, while the Sister endeavors to care for the hands of the Knight.

Between the painful hands of Ser Khalso, a candle is lit, before being placed upon the altar of the Broken God. It shall be renewed, each day, so the flame never dies, tended by the Sister.

Under watch of the Revered Father Marcus, Ser Khalso is marked with a consecrated sign upon his forehead repesenting a tear drop in honor of Ilmater. He is named Revered Brother of the Temple for his recent and unyielding endeavors.

Overseen by DM Ghost

[Alexander Holgart]

The Tormtar Knight returns after his pilgrimage to the south.

After spending a brief time within the Temple he leaves again, after offering his respects to Khalso.

Despite the fact that he is now staying close to the city he still has not decided to stay at the Temple of the Broken God for unknown reasons.

[Ashenie]

Three armored men carried Sister Ashenie back to the Temple of Ilmater. Unconscious, the frail woman seemed peaceful. Two of them were holding a kind of stretcher supporting the woman. The third seemed to stand watch, disallowing anyone to approach too close. It is said that she has been left inside the Temple in the care of the Ilmatari until she wakes.

[yyj]

Three armored men carried Sister Ashenie back to the Temple of Ilmater. Unconscious, the frail woman seemed peaceful. Two of them were holding a kind of stretcher supporting the woman. The third seemed to stand watch, disallowing anyone to approach too close. It is said that she has been left inside the Temple in the care of the Ilmatari until she wakes.

A woman with obvious fiendish heritage dressed in black arrives to the temple some time later, snakelike crimson skin, huge horns and two yellow cat eyes that give her an uneasy aura, she speaks very little and just claims to want to speak to Ashenie. She remains on the temple for as long as she can.

[Anrilor]

Three armored men carried Sister Ashenie back to the Temple of Ilmater. Unconscious, the frail woman seemed peaceful. Two of them were holding a kind of stretcher supporting the woman. The third seemed to stand watch, disallowing anyone to approach too close. It is said that she has been left inside the Temple in the care of the Ilmatari until she wakes.

Alyssia would stay with the Ilmatari as soon as she heard the rumors of her being carried back to the temple. She would offer assistance with detecting magic, charm, curses, disease, poison, examining for wounds and scars. She would throw her full healing potential and offer all of it should it be welcomed and accepted, otherwise, begrudgingly, Aly would remain close enough to watch the Martyr of Mercy breath as the Ilmatari do their thing, and would pray with Father Marcus in the temple shrine for a speedy recovery.

[LivT]

Rumours didn’t take long to reach many people are, including those the the Radiant Heart Cleric. Instead of her more common vigil, Avery offers up her abilities to the temple to help get Ashenie back on her feet, if possible.

[Alexander Holgart]

Three armored men carried Sister Ashenie back to the Temple of Ilmater. Unconscious, the frail woman seemed peaceful. Two of them were holding a kind of stretcher supporting the woman. The third seemed to stand watch, disallowing anyone to approach too close. It is said that she has been left inside the Temple in the care of the Ilmatari until she wakes.

Alexander would come back to the Temple completely unaware of what happened, as soon as he realises what is going on, he would demand to see Sister Ashenie immediately and to receive an explanation of the events that lead to this.

[yyj]

In the chapel of the temple the familiar paladin of Ilmater meditates and prays for many hours everyday, eating and drinking just enough for sustenance, discipline and faith shine through her though not in a literal sense.

Spending time outside only to tend to guests and the sick, there's not much else that takes her time to tasks.

Incense burns and prayers are whispered over and over again, then just silence, and as sure as the sun rises the next day, there she remains and can be found during the day and night.

[Louvaine]

A rugged persona with bitter, herbal smell about them was asking around the orphanage for woman named Ashenie. When questioned about their motivation the man would state they come bearing gift to be handed over exclusively in her hands.

The man would use the opportunity to lurk around, often seen leaving berries and nuts around for those more inquisitive of children to find.

[Ishi-Ishi]

One of the frequent visitors to the Ilmatari temple dining hall has seemingly lost her mind. She tried to abduct one of the patients, hissing and speaking in weird way. Khalso has driven the horned creature off, she jumped out of the window and scurried off into the sewers.

[Ashenie]

The Temple of Ilmater is quietly endeavoring, storing herbs and remedies for darker times to come. It seems that a few of the Sisters in the infirmary, Rachel, Jeanna and Ashenie, have been working on preparing antidotes and brews against poison and disease. A few more beds are prepared, and to anyone who comes to share a warm meal, the proposition of healing is renewed.

[Ashenie]

"Murder Rended, Mercy Mended"

Prayers of Mercy echoe in the small Shrine of Suffering in the Temple of Ilmater, whispers of hope and endurance enduring the weight of pain. Sister Ashenie is often seen near the Shrine of Saint Merielle Silene, looking up to the statue of the woman with deepest reverence. No words to beg, or pray, but a silent contemplation to meditate under Her warm watch. She cherishes against her chest the Book written by the Living Saint : "Murder Rended, Mercy Mended".

Devotions and prayers seem renewed, more often. The Sister looks pitiful, trembling, often would her breath become irregular. Despite the pain obscuing her vision, she seems to spend much time near The Revered Father Marcus. Her gaze lingers on Dianne Williams, often. The statue of the small girl is cherished, silently, and holy water used to bath her feet.