The Church of Mystra RP

[CommanderKrieg]

Nezkreal spent most of the night writing in the barracks. Taking a break between scrolls and letters, she paced the long hall before sitting back down and resuming work.

[parchment]My Brothers and Sisters,

Recently I have come across matters of great importance. We as a church must get together to discuss what is soon to come. There will be decisions that we must negotiate as a collective. I wish I could be more specific. If we cannot meet together at once, please see me individually to discuss these matters.

Through Her Grace and Mystery,
Nezkreal Sezifear
Knight of the Mystic Fire[/parchment]

The letter is delivered directly to each of the members through courier. Those who do not receive it will find it left for them inside the door of each hall.

//please let me know what time works for you folks. If you want to meet tomorrow. I can do that very easily at odd hours here.

[Ravial]

Amaevael, upon the end of the tenday, sorts through all the work she has done. Her entire time spent on analyzing information from one fat book, stories and legends- while something which a normal random person could see as weird, to her it was her life. Muttering that she'd prefer to have more works to base her research upon, though one can't have such works if they were not created by someone first of all.

She'd look over to Syndreth and say - "I believe I am unable to find anything more which would help us with the matter. I will make copies of my research and leave them at the temple for use of all that wish to learn at this temple, and I will leave my word for local Knight of the Mystic Fire here about it." - The sun elf would pause briefly, surveying her work again, and nodding slowly, before raising her copper eyes back at Syndreth - "I must thank you for your company and help. Maybe you will find something useful from those thoughts. As for myself now... I think I will do something potentionally reckless and go meet Puck in person once more, after I am done with these papers."

[Miyuki]

Seraphina would be not to meet so close to the meeting day. Like some members micght have realized, she often does practical exercises and so it might be a way to get to the temple and be there at times.

((Like i already said via PM: I really would like to meet, but i have to know such things earlier than "tomorrow". My RL and other in game appointments sometimes come between. I would be happy if we can communicate meetings better. ))

[Cinta]

Syndreth excused herself from the church nearly a tenday ago saying she doesn't feel well, and asking all the others she could find in the church to help the visitors get into the library while she's away. Then she disappeared, to return only last night.

Carrying a stuffed basket, she walked in the temple first after some days, maneuvering over the frantic chase of the two four-legged familiar in the hall, and turning towards the inner chambers to set down the basket on one of the tables. There she would have started to sort out all the goods from the basket, but instead found some matters of higher importance: a scroll addressed to her by the Knight of Mystic Fire, and an impressive amount of new papers written by the visiting Archmage.

Later when she met with Amaevael again, Syndreth was completely immersed trying to catch up with the research material that she missed these last days, and first didn't even understand what the Archmage said to her.

She'd look over to Syndreth and say - "I believe I am unable to find anything more which would help us with the matter. I will make copies of my research and leave them at the temple for use of all that wish to learn at this temple, and I will leave my word for local Knight of the Mystic Fire here about it." - The sun elf would pause briefly, surveying her work again, and nodding slowly, before raising her copper eyes back at Syndreth - "I must thank you for your company and help. Maybe you will find something useful from those thoughts. As for myself now... I think I will do something potentionally reckless and go meet Puck in person once more, after I am done with these papers."

For her last sentence however, she suddenly looked up to her.
"What? Why? On your own?"

[CommanderKrieg]

Nezkreal is seen waiting in the alter room, hands folded in prayer before someone enters through the portal into the glowing vibrant room.

"Gracious evening, Althalos Fenwick. We have been expecting your arrival." The raven haired arcanist said softly, standing before a well armored knight adorned with the blue eight pointed star of their Godess.

The two spoke quietly for a moment before making their way to the barracks where they spoke at the table for nearly an hour. Each of them shared their views and knowledge of the Lady of Mysteries. When their conversation came to an end, the senior knight Nezkreal asked the elderly knight a series of questions.. A smile could be seen on her face as he spoke, nodding as she listened.

When the conversation was completed, the young knight could be seen walking through the halls with the armored older gentleman. She toured with him through the church before arriving at the arcanist's quarters of the church, where they stopped at the table.

Nezkreal stopped at the dresser, and slid the drawer open with a small creek. Pulling two objects from the drawer, she opened her hands to a small crystal brooch and a key. Her words of prayer were quiet, as the brooch began to glow in hues of multi-facet light. "It is with honor that I welcome you to the Church Althalos Fenwick, Knight of the Mystic Fire."

Althalos Fenwick

[Cinta]

Knowing nothing of the latest events yet, the elven wizard strolled in the library with a grim look on her face. She walked to the table where she left the basket two days ago, which, in a miraculous way, waited her there untouched by the four legged small ones.
"Better later, than never..." She greeted the basket with a slight shrug, and prepared the contents of it on the table. Then she made a small note, and left to find Nezkreal at last.

The table now holds a handful of small bottles filled with elven mead, fermented honey or a mix of dried fruits and nuts. The note next to them reads as follows: "A souvenir from my homeland, to all of you. Enjoy!"

[CommanderKrieg]

Nezkreal strolled the temple putting out burning candles from the night before and putting away scattered books. Upon entering the room she saw the note and the food. The eyes of the magus were drawn to the four legged prints.... letting out a long sigh, she took out a cloth rag and began cleaning the floor. "We really need a dog in here..." she thought to herself as she scrubbed the carpet of the inky pet tracks.

[Ravial]

The sun elven Archmage named Amaevael leaves a message adressed to Syndreth.

((Pm sent!))

[Thunderbolt']

A bearded man wearing green elaborate robes enters the temple during early and sunny morning. He steps thourgh the portal and makes his way to the statue of The Lady of Mysteries, after having a brief chat with the High Priestess Neela. He folds his arms and lowers his head and starts mumering prayer under his breath only to be politely interrupted by another wizard.

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The two seem to be acquaintances and talk a fair moment in the Temple, sharing smiles and other polite expressions. Afterwards the two is seen heading outside towards the terrace of Elfsong Tavern, continuing their conversation.

Later that day the same man return and lefts a letter in the temple addressed to one Lady Nezkreal.

//// PM sent.

[Kiran]

a man averagely dressed in normal leather and also wearing a hood would be seen approaching the temple, he would leave a letter in the hands of one of the guards, plus a small donation towards to temple before leaving.

[Cinta]

On a night of a rainy day, a small group arrived to the church via teleportation. Two of them held a lifeless body of a man, that they lay down at the altar. Despite the ritual of High Priestess Neela and the prayers of the two arcanists present, they could not bring the man back to life.



Later that night, the High Priestess could be seen arranging the funeral of the unlucky man.

[Thunderbolt']

8th of Nightal a Magefair was held in the hills nearby The Forgotten Forest. The event was filled with all matter of wizards, sorcerers and others able and unable to cast arcane magic. The Church of Mystra was, of course, present in such event of the Art. Between the mage duals, sharing of The Art and other displays of magic the faithtull, and many others present, was met with unexpected meeting.

[taintedseraphim]

A known priestess of Selune happens into the Church of Mystra early this evening. She does not speak much beyond a few quiet words of greetings to those she encounters. It would be obvious to any who see her that something seems to be weighing heavily upon her mind, and only a few minutes after entering she can be seen leaving again, her lips pressed tightly together and from time to time she glances down at her hands.

[Thunderbolt']

Today two figures entered the Chruch, wet from the rain outside. A regular wizard in green robes, Arcanist Halron, and an elf girl whom seemed to study the halls of the church with interest, curiosity and amazement. The two talked for long time over by the statue of Mystra. The wizard at one point seemed to have fetch a bundle of books from the Church Library and giving them to her, which had made her grateful indeed.

[GaretAthran]

A young elven woman walks into the halls of the Church of Mystra, a new spellbook strung with a leather belt at her hip along with a shortsword and dagger. She steps reverently toward the glowing golden idol of the Lady of Mysteries, getting down on one knee with eyes closed as she offers a prayer. It's a few minutes before she rises again, swallowing nervously before she turns to speak with the High Priestess, taking a note from her pack.

"I don't know who to give this to, but I would like to serve the Lady of Mysteries in what way I can..."


//PM SENT