11-11-2021, 04:47 AM
Previously:
Atop a slight rise, against the very roots of the castle's pillar stone, stands a gray, sagging edifice of stone and wood. This church has weathered the assaults of evil for centuries on end and is worn and weary. The bell tower hangs to one side, its sweet tone long silenced. Flickering light shines through holes burned through the roof shingles. The rafters strain feebly against their load.
Once inside, Ireena insists her father have a funeral service, even a brief ceremony before nightfall hoping in doing so it will protect his soul from damnation. Many of you offer to help but finally Grigori, the priest of this church speaks up.
"No," the priest interrupt. "This is my church. That might not mean much any more but the least I can do is carry out a short service for the Burgomaster who has done his best to take care of this cursed village."
Grigori asks everyone to quickly gather round and make a circle around the alter. When everyone is in position, Father Grigori begins...
"Thank you Morninglord for the Burgomaster, Kolyan Indirovich's, life, and all the years we shared with him. We lift him to you today, Oh Morninglord, in honour of the good we saw in him and the leadership we felt from him. Please give us the strength to leave him in your care, and give him the hope of eternal rest. In these words we pray, Amen."
Father Grigori then sprinkles some holy water upon the body and places a wafer in his mouth. Ireena sobs throughout the short ceremony while Ismark holds his sister tightly in his arm. When the service is finished Ireena thanks everyone for their help in laying her father to rest.
Atop a slight rise, against the very roots of the castle's pillar stone, stands a gray, sagging edifice of stone and wood. This church has weathered the assaults of evil for centuries on end and is worn and weary. The bell tower hangs to one side, its sweet tone long silenced. Flickering light shines through holes burned through the roof shingles. The rafters strain feebly against their load.
Once inside, Ireena insists her father have a funeral service, even a brief ceremony before nightfall hoping in doing so it will protect his soul from damnation. Many of you offer to help but finally Grigori, the priest of this church speaks up.
"No," the priest interrupt. "This is my church. That might not mean much any more but the least I can do is carry out a short service for the Burgomaster who has done his best to take care of this cursed village."
Grigori asks everyone to quickly gather round and make a circle around the alter. When everyone is in position, Father Grigori begins...
"Thank you Morninglord for the Burgomaster, Kolyan Indirovich's, life, and all the years we shared with him. We lift him to you today, Oh Morninglord, in honour of the good we saw in him and the leadership we felt from him. Please give us the strength to leave him in your care, and give him the hope of eternal rest. In these words we pray, Amen."
Father Grigori then sprinkles some holy water upon the body and places a wafer in his mouth. Ireena sobs throughout the short ceremony while Ismark holds his sister tightly in his arm. When the service is finished Ireena thanks everyone for their help in laying her father to rest.