Post by Star Fall on Dec 14, 2017 12:42:39 GMT
Rebecca Teloc !MrCarnage2 15 Feb 2016 6:12:44 PM No.41259214>>41259686
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>>41258204
>Watching the woman pass by her in a fit of frustration, Rebecca suddenly felt what could only be a case of severe culture shock to Kingsmeet's society. In the part of Termina she had come from, churches of the flame and their tenders welcomed the people's devotion with open arms, receiving offerings and praise in equal measure from the society they supported. In times of need, a devout follower could always turn to the church to find solace in its arcane wisdom and teachings.
> But here, now, in a time and place where Rebecca's very humanity was challenged, the church turned to her and wondered why she was wasting her time rather than spending it wisely? Was the church's stance then, that its practice was a waste of time? No, that couldn't be right, why then so many people bother building and attending so many churches throughout the country?
>Watching the light that had shined on her pass through the old dusty colored glass of the church, Rebecca wondered, then, what had happened to the priestess to make her lose faith in her calling. How, had she come to think the upholding on the people's moral fiber to be a waste of time? And why tell her now, of all times?
>Swallowing the shards of glass that rose inside her with the mounting pain she felt over the priestess's words and rebuke, Rebecca briefly clenched her fists before breathing deeply and finding it inside her to let go of her emotions. Her pain, came from the loss of everything she had ever known and the unknowable reason behind her untimely resurrection. Had she any family, loved ones, friends or neighbors to attend to? No, those things had been lost to her spirit stepped into the grave.
>The loss she felt, and the struggle for composure echoed in Rebecca's features and she found herself smiling softly at the priestess whose ire hurt her more deeply then she could possibly know.
I'm sorry your grace but this is a trying time for me.
I had hoped... that the church could help me but perhaps I came at a bad time.
>Bowing softly before the woman who scorned the duties she had been appointed with a malice that near broke her heart, Rebecca kept smiling nonetheless.
Maybe I should return at a more convenient time for you.
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>>41258204
>Watching the woman pass by her in a fit of frustration, Rebecca suddenly felt what could only be a case of severe culture shock to Kingsmeet's society. In the part of Termina she had come from, churches of the flame and their tenders welcomed the people's devotion with open arms, receiving offerings and praise in equal measure from the society they supported. In times of need, a devout follower could always turn to the church to find solace in its arcane wisdom and teachings.
> But here, now, in a time and place where Rebecca's very humanity was challenged, the church turned to her and wondered why she was wasting her time rather than spending it wisely? Was the church's stance then, that its practice was a waste of time? No, that couldn't be right, why then so many people bother building and attending so many churches throughout the country?
>Watching the light that had shined on her pass through the old dusty colored glass of the church, Rebecca wondered, then, what had happened to the priestess to make her lose faith in her calling. How, had she come to think the upholding on the people's moral fiber to be a waste of time? And why tell her now, of all times?
>Swallowing the shards of glass that rose inside her with the mounting pain she felt over the priestess's words and rebuke, Rebecca briefly clenched her fists before breathing deeply and finding it inside her to let go of her emotions. Her pain, came from the loss of everything she had ever known and the unknowable reason behind her untimely resurrection. Had she any family, loved ones, friends or neighbors to attend to? No, those things had been lost to her spirit stepped into the grave.
>The loss she felt, and the struggle for composure echoed in Rebecca's features and she found herself smiling softly at the priestess whose ire hurt her more deeply then she could possibly know.
I'm sorry your grace but this is a trying time for me.
I had hoped... that the church could help me but perhaps I came at a bad time.
>Bowing softly before the woman who scorned the duties she had been appointed with a malice that near broke her heart, Rebecca kept smiling nonetheless.
Maybe I should return at a more convenient time for you.