What Mortal Eyes See
Sept 21, 2008 1:46:29 GMT -5
Post by Kender Bard on Sept 21, 2008 1:46:29 GMT -5
Soren was going about his business, as usual. He made his rounds in the section of the library he was assigned to - subjects of death and the like. After tenderly checking for damage and seeing to it that all the books were properly shelved, he headed back towards his room so that he could say a few words of prayer to his two lords.
On the way, however, he was intercepted. He blinked as a fellow priestess walked quickly to intercept him. He'd never seen the woman before, which he found odd - she was certainly a striking character. Her robes were altered, like his, but the secondary emblem was that of an eclipsed sun. He frowned at that; where had he seen that sign before? Often cloistered, Soren was not exactly up on the latest news of their southern neighbors. Furthermore she had shiny black wings, which also was a bit uncommon.
Bowing his head to her he murmured, "Greetings sister."
The woman paused and bobbed her head back before grinning slowly at him. "I was wondering if perhaps you would join me for a glass of wine and a debate, brother."
Tempted, very tempted, Soren nodded. He followed the strange woman out of the library and into the nearby tavern that most of the priests frequented, settling into a booth with her as she voluntarily paid for the drinks. For this, he was glad; he was short on coin. After a momentary wait, she brought the drinks over and set them down deliberately. Soren smiled - the wine was very fine quality and he drank of it eagerly.
While the discussion - one concerning whether or not the secrets of death are best unknown to mortals - started out very provacative and interesting, Soren slowly found himself having difficulty concentrating. Which was odd. He wasn't a lightweight drinker. But even as he noted that it was odd, it was a detached note and his mind began to slip and float on the currents of his inebration. He was barely aware when the lady laughingly slipped his arm around her and she led him out of the bar, joking with a few others on the way out at his expense. He blinked and focused on putting one foot in front of the other, wondering idly what had happened to him but not being of sound mind enough to do anything about it or come to a great conclusion.
"Here we are, let's have you lie down," the woman purred in his ear. She paused outside of a room - glanced around quickly to see that nobody was watching - and ducked inside to drop Soren on something that was hard but yielding enough that he took it for a pallet. Grateful to be supine, Soren closed his eyes. He didn't see the malicious, dark smile that spread over Adelia's face as she knelt and began to draw vials of liquids out of a bag at her feet...
On the way, however, he was intercepted. He blinked as a fellow priestess walked quickly to intercept him. He'd never seen the woman before, which he found odd - she was certainly a striking character. Her robes were altered, like his, but the secondary emblem was that of an eclipsed sun. He frowned at that; where had he seen that sign before? Often cloistered, Soren was not exactly up on the latest news of their southern neighbors. Furthermore she had shiny black wings, which also was a bit uncommon.
Bowing his head to her he murmured, "Greetings sister."
The woman paused and bobbed her head back before grinning slowly at him. "I was wondering if perhaps you would join me for a glass of wine and a debate, brother."
Tempted, very tempted, Soren nodded. He followed the strange woman out of the library and into the nearby tavern that most of the priests frequented, settling into a booth with her as she voluntarily paid for the drinks. For this, he was glad; he was short on coin. After a momentary wait, she brought the drinks over and set them down deliberately. Soren smiled - the wine was very fine quality and he drank of it eagerly.
While the discussion - one concerning whether or not the secrets of death are best unknown to mortals - started out very provacative and interesting, Soren slowly found himself having difficulty concentrating. Which was odd. He wasn't a lightweight drinker. But even as he noted that it was odd, it was a detached note and his mind began to slip and float on the currents of his inebration. He was barely aware when the lady laughingly slipped his arm around her and she led him out of the bar, joking with a few others on the way out at his expense. He blinked and focused on putting one foot in front of the other, wondering idly what had happened to him but not being of sound mind enough to do anything about it or come to a great conclusion.
"Here we are, let's have you lie down," the woman purred in his ear. She paused outside of a room - glanced around quickly to see that nobody was watching - and ducked inside to drop Soren on something that was hard but yielding enough that he took it for a pallet. Grateful to be supine, Soren closed his eyes. He didn't see the malicious, dark smile that spread over Adelia's face as she knelt and began to draw vials of liquids out of a bag at her feet...