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Post by Father Arzen on Jan 12, 2011 12:12:48 GMT -5
1. Open to everyone who would be able to enter a church. So maybe not the vampires.
2. Um... Yaaaaay!
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If one were to enter the church at that moment, they would find the man kneeling before the alter, his head bowed. He was speaking a prayer aloud, as there was no one there currently that would be disturbed. "- Credo in Spiritum Sanctum; sanctam Ecclesiam catholicam, sanctorum communionem; remissionem peccatorum; carnis resurrectionem; vitam aeternam. Amen."
He didn't move after he had finished the prayer, staring up at the cross hanging above the alter. "My Lord, Jesus Christ... Please watch over this city of Cados and its people. Forgive them their sins, and grant them everlasting life in heaven." He continued to stare at the cross before he crossed himself and rose, eyes scanning the inside of the cathedral. It was lonely in here sometimes. It seemed that people were beginning to have less and less need for church these days... However, people always found their way back here on Sundays. He just wished that more would pay attention to the Lord the other days of the week.
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Post by Mishaw Ekrodian on Jan 12, 2011 12:52:32 GMT -5
Mishaw wandered into the church, she had heard about such places, but never really understood them. She had finally left the other two, and was now just enjoying the city views. She wanted to see what drew so many humans to it.
For one thing she found it much drearier than she had expected.
She walked down the rows of pews before realizing that there was someone else in the large space. She bowed her head slightly to him, then continued looking for what would draw a person here, and it was obvious that she couldn't quite tell.
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Post by Father Arzen on Jan 12, 2011 13:07:19 GMT -5
Arzen watched the woman move about with his head slightly tilted to the side. She did not seem to quite understand what this place was, which made him wonder... Was she not human? Perhaps a wereanimal that strayed into the church. "Good day to you," he said in his quiet voice. "What has brought you here?"
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Post by Mishaw Ekrodian on Jan 12, 2011 13:14:21 GMT -5
Mishaw smiled brightly at him when he spoke. At least there was something that had some life to it in this place. "Curiousity has brought me here." She said in her heavily accented voice. She remembered to speak slowly for the man so that he could understand her. "I have never been in such a building before. Tell me... Why does it seem so sturn?" She smiled and batted her eyelashes at him for a moment, then moved forward gracefully until she was right next to the man. "My name is Mishaw, and your own?"
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Post by Father Arzen on Jan 12, 2011 13:24:34 GMT -5
"You may call me Father Arzen," he replied, turning to look at her as she moved next to him. His eyes moved to scan the inside of the church. "Stern you say? Well I would assume that it was the builder's intent to remind us of the might of God." He moved then to a row of candles picking up one of the thin wooden sticks to move the flame from one candle to another. "Or perhaps it is just lonely in here." There was a wistful sigh in his voice, and he shook the stick to put the flame out.
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Post by Mishaw Ekrodian on Jan 12, 2011 13:33:14 GMT -5
Mishaw looked over at the candles. "Perhaps you simply do not have enough lighting in here... Or maybe you need flowers. Why would a builder wish to remind you of something you already know? It would be like using herbs to heal a wound that has already scarred over." She chuckled and shifted her bag, which shifted it's contents and stirred the air with the the scent of rosemary. A hand came up to run through her short hair. "Well, Father Arzen, tell me, why do you come here? What brings you to this place?"
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Post by Father Arzen on Jan 12, 2011 14:44:05 GMT -5
Father Arzen shrugged lightly. "I cannot tell you what goes on in the mind of other men." The scent of rosemary hit his nose and he glanced toward her again. "Hm? You cannot guess my purpose in being here? I am one of the priests of this cathedral. We reside here to worship Our Lord, and wish to remain available for any who wish for our guidance to do the same. Pray tell me, where is it that you are from?"
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Post by Mishaw Ekrodian on Jan 12, 2011 15:08:32 GMT -5
Mishaw smiled at him again. "Nualus, where else? Werewolves rarely live away from the pack." She chuckled softly and looked at the candles. "Have you ever thought to burn sage instead of those candles? It smells quite good and it good for clearing the mind." She shuffled through her bag for a moment and brought out a bundle of sage tied by cotton strings died red. "What is it you do to worship this Lord? Can you speak to him?" She looked at the large cross in the front of the church. It was interesting art to say the least. "Do you have any image of him to help you comune?"
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Post by Fabala Moonlance on Jan 12, 2011 15:13:16 GMT -5
The large ornate doors to the Church were slowly pushed open, a feminine figure entering with a visible shiver. The wind fought against the door as the woman shut it again, threatening to dot the cathedral's floor with the lightly falling snowflakes.
Fabala sighed and adjusted her shawl, letting the warmth of the Church engulf her. It was a relief to be free of the raging cold outside...
She turned to walk down the aisle and to the altar when she saw two people near the front. One was dressed in a priest's robe, while the other's attire completely differed. She was fairly certain she recognized the priest, but she was unable to give a name to the face.
Tearing her eyes away from the two, Fabala made her way to the altar and knelt down before it, her skirt curtaining her legs as it touched the ground. Clasping her hands together and closing her eyes, she began to pray, trying to block out the voices beside her. She didn't want to pry, even if the duo seemed interesting.
"God, I just wanted to say a few things to you today..." She spoke quietly, the words barely audible. "I wanted to ask you about Father and how he's doing...is he well? I hope so...they say Heaven is a place without pain. It comforts me to know he's not in any pain with You, Lord. Even if I cannot see him, or hear him, or touch him....I know he's safe with You." A small smile appeared on her face. "Also, I wish Your blessing upon Tier...You know of who I speak of, right? Tier Findlyn? He's going through a lot right now...please guide him and show him he is not alone...be with him. I beg You."
She continued her talk with the Lord, forcing herself not to listen to the conversation going on near her kneeling form.
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Post by Father Arzen on Jan 12, 2011 15:43:23 GMT -5
"Sage? No, I have not considered burning this..." Arzen too a moment to consider this. "The land of the werewolves. I have never visited there. Is it nice?" His eyes were drawn to the form of a woman as she entered the church and began to pray. Best not to disturb her then... His eyes returned to the werewolf. "There is no image of God, but we may pray to the cross, the symbol of our lord, Jesus Christ." He withdrew a rosary from his pocket, showing it to her. "God does not speak to us directly, but as a priest I hold mass every Sunday and Holy Day to help Cados worship Him."
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Post by Mishaw Ekrodian on Jan 12, 2011 16:43:44 GMT -5
Mishaw looked over at the woman who was praying, she handed the bundle over to Father Arzen. "Try it. It should help clear the atmosphere here."She said quietly, hoping that she wasnt disturbing the little woman. Turning back to the Father, Mishaw smiled again. "My home is wonderful and holy. It is filled with so many wonders that it is breathtaking. Our mother provided us well when she gave us this bounty." Of course, Mishaw was talking about the earth, everyone's mother. And she figured that Azren would understand that. Again, her eyes drifted to the woman who was kneeling. "Why does she abase herself before this cross?"
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Post by Fabala Moonlance on Jan 12, 2011 19:39:31 GMT -5
"...Also, be with his father. Tier seems like the type who needs others to make him feel stable...he needs his father. His earthly father. And Travi-"
'Why does she abase herself before this cross?' Met her ears.
Fabala's brow furrowed and she quickly muttered an 'Amen' before rising.
"Um...I kneel at the altar to show respect to the Lord and because I wish to speak with Him." She said slowly, not truly understanding the question. Did this woman not know of how Christians went about prayer?
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Post by Father Arzen on Jan 12, 2011 21:48:15 GMT -5
"I thank you," Arzen said with a nod as he took the sage. When the werewolf began speaking of the 'mother', the priest dipped his head. "Yes, God does put wondrous things upon this earth, doesn't he?" At her question, he was about to answer when the woman did so herself. He looked over at her for a moment, calm smile on his face. "Yes. We pray to the cross, as it represents Our Lord Jesus Christ and the sacrifice he made for us... It is very much like praying to an idol as the wereanimals do." Only Jesus was real and those idols... Well, he wouldn't get into that.
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Post by Mishaw Ekrodian on Jan 12, 2011 22:19:33 GMT -5
Mishaw smiled as the young woman spoke. They spoke of this as if it were plain for anyone to see, though she could see little difference in the way they worshiped other than the name. "So instead of worshiping an idol, you worship this cross. Is that not an idol as it is? It gives you a physical representation of the god, or goddess that you worship. Your cross represents your god, as my golden idols represent my own."She looked at them as if waiting for an argument to such a thing. Mishaw knew that she knew little about the faith of humans, but it seemed to her as though they did the same thing and simply called it a different name.
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Post by Fabala Moonlance on Jan 12, 2011 22:31:36 GMT -5
Fabala returned Arzen's smile with a brighter one of her own and a slight nod of the head in respect.
Wait, wereanimals? She listened to what Mishaw had to say, and her eyes widened a fraction. Was this woman a wereanimal? Well, this wasn't something she did every day; have a conversation with a wereanimal. Sure, she had played for them on the street - it was bound to happen, since Cados and the other human cities of Thrunalhin were frequented by the werecreatures - but she had never had an actual talk with one before.
"No, we don't worship the cross itself..." She corrected in a calm tone, "We worship the idea behind it. It's a reminder of what Jesus Christ did for us. We don't worship it, we worship Him." She paused, glancing at Father Arzen briefly before continuing. "In reality - or, at least, my opinion - the cross is a sort of a dismal image." She looked over at said Christian symbol. "While it cleansed us of our sins, it killed Him. It's kind of a sad thing...I wouldn't want to worship an item with such meanings behind it." She shook her head. "No, I praise the man who died on it."
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