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Church of Beshaba RP Thread
Posted: Tue Apr 14, 2026 12:15 am
by MasterSilke
Church of Beshaba
Beshaba, the goddess of bad luck, misfortune, accidents, and random mischief, is a spiteful, petty, and malicious goddess. While feared by most, she is almost always invited and welcomed formally to ceremonies and special occasions such as coronations, weddings, sporting contests and tournaments, and namings of children. To abstain from such invitations is likely to cause offense and draw her ire, a bestowment of terrible misfortune upon those involved being the consequence.
Lady Doom’s ethos is straight-forward. Bad things happen to all people - the rich and the poor, the strong and the weak, the righteous and unrighteous, the young and the old. Only by appeasing the goddess may a soul be spared the worst of misfortunes. But while homage can lessen the degree and frequency of bad luck, one is never entirely spared lest a soul be improperly filled with boastful hubris amidst Beshaba’s whims.
Ceremonies and Holy Days
The proper and standard means of appeasing Beshaba is through sacrifice, specifically an offering of something deemed valuable to the petitioner that is held in flames until it is at the very least partially consumed. The name of the goddess must be called out and prayers of praise and supplication made while down upon one’s knees. It is also said that the Maid of Misrule looks with more favor upon those who also permit their fingers to be burned while making the offering.
Beshaba's clergy are obligated to make their offering daily, specifically setting fire to brandy, wine, or spirits and dipping a black antler tine into the mixture. Prayers and uttering the Lady's name accompany the rite as well, similar to the expectations of the laity. The ordained must also perform a second prayer under the night sky which bears a more personal touch, a petition for particular guidance which the goddess often answers through nighttime visions.
In regards to holy days, much of the calendar is ignored by Beshabans save for Midsummer and Shieldmeet. Both are celebrated with wild and wanton revelry as well as exuberant indulgence in food, drink, and other pleasures to honor the goddess’s capricious nature and to celebrate having endured a year of misfortune.
OOC Information
*** This thread is open to any and all partaking in Beshaban roleplay ***
While the posts in this thread would not be considered widely public knowledge, it provides opportunity for individuals to sate their Beshy-curiosity, either up-close or from afar!
Re: Church of Beshaba RP Thread
Posted: Tue Apr 14, 2026 12:26 am
by MasterSilke
The Beshaban priest secures the wooden drawbar across the door, prohibiting any entry into the modest shrine from the outside. In one corner lay humble provisions for an extended vigil: a simple bedroll, a few filled waterskins, and several loaves of crusted bread. He then proceeds to methodically prepare all necessary components for the ritual including broken mirror shards, strips of ivory, and charcoal braziers. Though initially hesitant, he manages to steel himself, burning sacred incense within the braziers which swiftly permeates the enclosure whilst invoking the Maid of Misrule.
Chants escape the priest’s lips, soft at first but gradually building as they echo within the chamber. With deep inhales through his nose, the Beshaban draws the incense smoke into his lungs. His rigid posture softens with each breath, tension dissolving into a loose receptivity. His eyes begin to dilate, black pupils swallowing hazel irises as the priest fixes his gaze upon the broken shards. There he remains for his vigil, waiting and watching for whatever revelations may come from Lady Doom’s capricious whims.
“May Doom speak!”
Re: Church of Beshaba RP Thread
Posted: Thu May 07, 2026 9:06 pm
by MasterSilke
The priest sits upon the cobbled stone floor of the shrine, his back against the corner wall. Round about him lays a maelstrom of debris - strewn chairs, shattered bottles, toppled candelabras, torn parchment, and an array of broken fetishes and scattered bones. Amidst the wreckage, only the modest altar remains pristine, the black antlered rack serving as the centerpiece stands unblemished in the dim candlelight. The tawny man's chest rises and falls in heavy breaths, his head lolled weakly to one side, hazel gaze fixed intently upon the symbol.
“I ever serve you,” he rasps, his voice raw from vitriolic shouts and curses, “and I’ll walk whatever path you will for me. But… damnit… please don’t make me walk this one. Place another before me. Any other. Please...”
Silence then reigns over the chamber, the cleric's soft and shaky breath the only disturbance to the stillness. There he sits with eyes set pleadingly upon Lady Doom’s sacred symbol, in his fist clenched tightly a small pendant upon a leather cord. Finally, after long moments passing by, his gaze lowers accompanied by a faint sigh.
“Beshaba provides.”
Re: Church of Beshaba RP Thread
Posted: Mon May 18, 2026 3:16 pm
by MasterSilke
The door swings open with a subtle creak before the priest steps inside the modest shrine. With little delay, his hazel vision is directed to the corner, set upon a masked figure standing motionless near the wooden chairs. A devoted pilgrim seeking counsel? An assassin lying in wait? Perhaps merely a curious soul? Only time would tell.
“I assume you are the one who Sent for me?”
The query is answered in the affirmative as the visitor removes the donned mask, revealing a face the priest recognizes, though not one known well.
“You have my curiosity. For what did you wish to meet?”
As the petitioner divulges purpose, the corners of the priest’s lips curl to make manifest a small grin.
“I do perform curses of a wide variety, great and small alike. Curses of clumsiness or generic bad luck can be performed easily enough. But if you want something a little more poetic or thematic, perhaps you could share details of these individuals? How they’ve wronged you and your friends?”
Discourse surrounding curses continues within the sanctuary dedicated to the Maid of Misrule - elaborations, possibilities, requirements, payments, and logistics mused upon within the dimly lit shrine. Before long, clergy and laity reach an accord.
“I shall compose a fitting rite for such a curse and ensure to keep all necessary components in reserve for whenever you acquire your part and wish for it to be set in motion.”
Guided by prudence, a second discussion follows, sealed with payment of precious stones in exchange for offerings to be made to Lady Doom on the layperson's behalf. With all business concluded, the mask is donned once again in preparation for departure.
“May you avoid the Lady’s gaze until our paths cross again.”
Hazel orbs remain fixed upon the closed door after the priest is left in solitude, teeth lightly clenching the side of his tongue as thoughts churn within his mind. Though the musings prove short-lived as the Sembian turns, a hand habitually moving aside strands of hair as he approaches the altar. The hour grew late, and the goddess was due Her offertory rites.
