[Rp] The Confessional

[KarmaDelta 969]

On a trip to the human lands, Finian notices one of their churches and a strange line forming outside. He decides to get in line, and waits his turn to see what is going on, thinking some kind of auction or something is going on. As the line shortens, he sees that people were walking out of some strange box, and he begins to think to himself,

 

"T'is some koin' ove 'ole o' somefin taht teh 'umans pleasure t'emselves wit' usin' t'ere faith? Surproisinleh, ah've nae even seen somefin loike t'is befo'e wehn ah visi'ed 'uman lan's, t'en 'gain, ah nae realleh guh intah t'ere false churches.... Mus' beh pre'eh populah ef et es some koind ove sexual experience ef et es......"

 

 

As his time came, he went into the box and closed the door. After seeing that there was a place to sit, a woman begins to speak, and in his mind this is who he will be dealing with, but before he could unstrap his belt, in what he thinks in what he thinks is some kind of pleasure box, the woman speaks up about confessing his sins to her, so he stops and fixes himself.

 

"Well lass.... yeh see lass, ahm somew'ot ove ahn ol' Dwed wiff maneh experiences. Suh ah'll jus' confess uhn t'ing tuh yeh taht es mos' loikleh some koind ove sin tuh yer koind..... Ah t'ink yer creatah es jus' bullshi'e. As ah firm believah ehn teh Brathmordakin, teh Dwed religion ef yeh nae knuh, 'nd jus' uhn creatah taht 'andles evreht'in' jus' nae ma'es sense. As ah 'umble merchan', ah've tuh look aweh from taht koind ove stuff tuh reach ah woidah audience, bu' et jus' ge's undah moi skin tuh seh suh maneh people worshippin somefin taht 'as nae even shuhd 'is face tuh yeh, wehn teh Dwed 'ave actualleh seen some ove t'eir gods. Yer god es obviousleh ah false god tuh suh maneh ot'a races, et makes meh feel teh 'umans ahre jus' suh ignoran' ove teh worl'.

 

Suh... ah guess tas moi sin tuh yeh 'umans, eh? Tell meh yer t'ough's lass."

 

As he finishes, he takes out his pipe and lights it and begins to smoke within the booth.

[AGP 3169]

Constantine sniffs at the woman's words, before stating dryly, "I wasn't playing a joke, Sister. I tracked down the Seal of Wind and found the Halls of Urguan. I knew that what lie within was Iblees' prison, and yet I knowingly placed the Seal into its receptacle. I could have taken the Seal and left. There were several places I knew of where the Seal could be hidden away by magical means and yet I purposefully chose to release Iblees instead. I would very much appreciate it if you would take my confessions seriously, Sister. Ruses provide me no enjoyment." 

[Lark 2227]

The dark elf merely nods, "Thank you for your kind words. I dont think I can kill it though. Not yet. I'm not strong enough." He rises and exits the booth swiftly and disappears into the crowd.

[Urahra 5777]

 

A slender dark elf  stands near the pews for a moment, looking up to the windows and altars. She turns her head, looking to the confessional. For a brief moment, she smiles, before pushing the curtain aside and sitting down. In the darkness, her smile holds, as she begins to speak, "Tell me, Sister. Does God fault the wolf for devouring the sheep? Is it a sin to follow one's own nature, even if that nature is evil? I am cursed, and I have lived a cursed existence for almost three hundred years. I have tricked, beguiled, and killed more men than I can count. Yet I can not help it. I would starve otherwise, and I would die. Is that what God wishes, for me to die?" She falls silent after this, but begins to speak once more,"My Mother lied to me. And perhaps her mother before her. And I have lied to my children, passing upon this curse. I hate it. Yet, again, I am compelled. Why has God forsaken me, condemning me to exist this way?"

 

 

Lorina clutches her golden Lorraine cross - as if for protection. She takes a deep breath, exhaling as a sigh. She lifts her head, peering at the mysterious creature on the other side of the screen.

 

"Do you know the story of St. Julia, my child? St. Julia was the wife of King Horen, the first of our prophets. She was his faithful bride. Unlike the other Brothers, Horen only chose one wife. They were bonded both in life and in eternity. One day, Julia was captured by one of Horen's hated enemies. She chose to die rather than allow Horen's rival to soil her virtue. You understand what I mean, da?"

 

"If a woman ever succumbs to a curse, she should choose death over evil."

 

"I understand. It is not an easy choice. We humans will almost always choose life over death, even if it is a life of sin. You succumbed to evil instead of fighting against it. I daresay you even reveled in your violence and sin."

 

"But salvation is possible, even for you." 

 

"You have lived a long and terrible life - three centuries of murder and depravity. There is only one way to atone for your crimes. Deliver yourself - and any creatures like you - to the Marked Men. Throw yourselves upon their mercy. Declare repentance for your crimes. And then... accept your punishment."

 

"Perhaps then, God will grant you the salvation you wish for."

[Fireheart 2777]

Franz would walk into the small church and notice her standing by the booth. He would give a brisk nod as he would approach her. As they would enter the booth Franz would say across the checkered pattern wall, "I have a nodding issue, I need to learn how to control myself, but I always do it as an instinct. I was wondering, sister,  if there was any advise or guidance you could give me?"

[Urahra 5777]

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"Suh... ah guess tas moi sin tuh yeh 'umans, eh? Tell meh yer t'ough's lass."

 

As he finishes, he takes out his pipe and lights it and begins to smoke within the booth.

 

 

Lorina frowns deeply.

 

"I think you are rather rude for waltzing into a human church and then blaspheming Canonism and the Creator," she replies. "I think you need a lesson in manners."

 

"When visiting foreign countries, it is important to show respect for their customs. For instance, I would not walk into a Dwarven temple and tell their priest that his religion was all lies. It is impolite. And I reckon it would get me killed."

 

"Truly, you are quite lucky I am nicer than that."

 

"I would ask you to leave this church and think about your behavior. How cruel, rude, and intolerant you have acted this day. Good evening."

 

 

 

Constantine sniffs at the woman's words, before stating dryly, "I wasn't playing a joke, Sister. I tracked down the Seal of Wind and found the Halls of Urguan. I knew that what lie within was Iblees' prison, and yet I knowingly placed the Seal into its receptacle. I could have taken the Seal and left. There were several places I knew of where the Seal could be hidden away by magical means and yet I purposefully chose to release Iblees instead. I would very much appreciate it if you would take my confessions seriously, Sister. Ruses provide me no enjoyment." 

 

"If that is the case, then you have committed an act of immense, unforgivable evil. Your actions are far beyond my power to forgive. I would recommend you return the seal post-haste. Do anything to undo the evil you have committed, before the entire world suffers..."

[Swgrclan 2682]

Raide remains silent as Sister Lorina relays her thoughts; solemnly so as she suggests everything he does not wish for. Knowing she speaks bittersweet truth and to chase the opposite would bring ruination and futile dreams, the conflicted young knight begrudgingly rises from the confessional's simple seating and offers simple response:

"I shall think on your words, Sister."

His departure from the church was empty and slow; his person weighed down by burdens his personal conflict stirred within him and the option of finality the good sister Lorina offered.

[Urahra 5777]

Franz would walk into the small church and notice her standing by the booth. He would give a brisk nod as he would approach her. As they would enter the booth Franz would say across the checkered pattern wall, "I have a nodding issue, I need to learn how to control myself, but I always do it as an instinct. I was wondering, sister,  if there was any advise or guidance you could give me?"

 

"Remember, Lord Vladov - we humans are a step above the brutish races. The Creator gave us an intelligent mind capable of reason. You must not act on instinct, for it reduces you to the level of an animal."

 

"Proceed slowly. Think carefully about your actions before you commit to them. Use the brilliant mind that the Creator gave you. Take life step by tiny step. Fools rush in. The wise man watches, waits, and listens before he acts."

[meg 1994]

 

Lorina clutches her golden Lorraine cross - as if for protection. She takes a deep breath, exhaling as a sigh. She lifts her head, peering at the mysterious creature on the other side of the screen.

 

"Do you know the story of St. Julia, my child? St. Julia was the wife of King Horen, the first of our prophets. She was his faithful bride. Unlike the other Brothers, Horen only chose one wife. They were bonded both in life and in eternity. One day, Julia was captured by one of Horen's hated enemies. She chose to die rather than allow Horen's rival to soil her virtue. You understand what I mean, da?"

 

"If a woman ever succumbs to a curse, she should choose death over evil."

 

"I understand. It is not an easy choice. We humans will almost always choose life over death, even if it is a life of sin. You succumbed to evil instead of fighting against it. I daresay you even reveled in your violence and sin."

 

"But salvation is possible, even for you." 

 

"You have lived a long and terrible life - three centuries of murder and depravity. There is only one way to atone for your crimes. Deliver yourself - and any creatures like you - to the Marked Men. Throw yourselves upon their mercy. Declare repentance for your crimes. And then... accept your punishment."

 

"Perhaps then, God will grant you the salvation you wish for."

 

 

The elf laughs, a cackle for a moment, before devolving into a sad, eerie silence. "A lovely story, truly.. I fear my own will not be as...glorious. Perhaps more of a terrifying story to tell your children at night. But a story I must tell, at some point before I die." She stands, peering into  Lorina's side of the screen  with her eyes, emitting a soft blue glow through the screen.

"I am not quite ready to die, though. Thank you for listening to this old witch's woes, Sister." 

[FORƎST 1312]

Michael breathes heavily into the partition.

[Taylor 504]

A tall and slim male wearily enters the sumptuous church, his lazy and wandering gaze bouncing about its elegant interior. His hands slowly creep into his pockets, his eyes shifting upward to stare toward the ceiling for a few moments before slowly shifting back downward. He rotates on his heels as if to exit, before he spots the sight of the confessional. The half elf's head tilts to the side in curiosity before he takes long yet slow strides in its direction, pushing aside the curtain and taking a seat as he reaches the confessional. His left hand casually rises, moving to rub the back of his neck as he exhales sharply through his nose.

"Well sister, I've truly no idea where to start. I've killed people, tortured people, had and have feelings for people I don't have the right to love, acted on impulses so strong that I've demolished bridges between myself and others that cannot be rebuilt-.." He takes a long pause, his lips remaining parted as he thought, ".. I've even brought people into this abyss with me. They all say I'm a good person, but I know that who I am rests with any other title. My existence quite literally revolves around the destruction of other lives, yet I can't stop myself from-.."

A quiet sigh is heard from the half breed, his foot lightly tapping against the floor a few times before he opens his mouth to speak yet again, "It's as if my perception of good and evil is blurred because I don't believe in it- only a right and a wrong. And even if I don't believe there's a line between good and evil, I know that all of the things I do and feel are wrong. Yet it's almost like I can't stop myself, no matter how hard I try." He sits there, letting the thought linger for a moment, ".. If there is a being above me- above anyone on this mortal plain, why has he created people such as myself?" 

He pauses for yet another long moment, letting the silence soak in before letting out a quiet chuckle, his head hanging and shaking from side to side, "I-I don't know what answer I expect you to give. You're only mortal as well.." He murmurs, sighing quietly as his gaze shifts over to look toward the other side of the confessional.

[KarmaDelta 969]

 

Lorina frowns deeply.

 

"I think you are rather rude for waltzing into a human church and then blaspheming Canonism and the Creator," she replies. "I think you need a lesson in manners."

 

"When visiting foreign countries, it is important to show respect for their customs. For instance, I would not walk into a Dwarven temple and tell their priest that his religion was all lies. It is impolite. And I reckon it would get me killed."

 

"Truly, you are quite lucky I am nicer than that."

 

"I would ask you to leave this church and think about your behavior. How cruel, rude, and intolerant you have acted this day. Good evening."

 

 

 

Finian gets up from the bench and fixes himself, then begins to speak,

 

"Yeh tell meh tuh confess moi, eh, "sin", tuh yeh, 'nd ah was bein' trufful. Mehbeh ah shoud 'ave been mo'e clearer 'nd less fort'comin', ah apologoize, bu' ah dunnae loik tuh sugar coa' moi feelin's, bu' yeh realleh t'reaten meh loike taht? Ah dunnae knuh ef et's yer firs' deh uhn teh job, bu' teh weh yer 'andlin t'is roigh' nuh seems tuh beh quoi'e interoleran' 'nd rude. Ah was askin fer advoice uhn 'ow tuh proerpleh 'andle t'is feelin' ove unease, since ah alreadeh deal wiff yer koin's religion uhn ah daileh basis, nae tuh bash yer beliefs. Suh please, learn tuh feel some koin' ove empatheh loike pries's ahre suppose tuh beh, yer jus' enforcin' moi feelin's toward yer faith loike t'is. Yeh were ah 'orrible 'elp lass, 'opefulleh ef ah evah come back yeh learn some koin' ove lesson ehn, as ah sai', empatheh. Alsah, nae jump tuh conclusions wehn speakin ove teh Dwed pries's, t'ey appear mo'e open moinded tehn yeh wehn et comes tuh ot'a religions. T'ey may nae loike et, bu' t'ey deal wiff et since ou'a laws seh nae tuh kill someun fo' talkin' duhn abou' ou'a religion, bu' teh soldiers ahre ah differen' storeh.

 

'ave ah goo' deh lass, 'nd 'ope yeh learn some propah mannahs."

 

As he says this, Finian opens the door and leaves, walking out of the human lands back home to his Dwarven kind.

[Sky 0]

Stanton, a fairly tall human with the complexion that would rival a ghost and the weight of a mere skeleton, would dip his head to avoid hitting the bar against the forehead. Once inside the booth, the man would move to take off the hat that sat upon his flowing white hair and would place said hat upon his lap, all before replying to the woman-in-white's question.

 

"My sins? Perhaps, I am unaware of what sins are due to a lack of teaching from father." 

 

His tone of voice would have some level of sincerity in it yet his lips would show a wide smile upon his face and the facial expression of someone who has just heard the most amusing tale. Tilting his head a moment, his sickly yellow eyes moving towards the barrier between the booth and would sit on the silhouette of the lady. 

 

"I have been told that I simply tell you things that I am ashamed of, or feel bad for, but admittedly nothing I feel bad for and funnily enough... That's what I feel bad for."

 

Rufus would let out a soft chuckle, himself finding it quite amusing and quieting himself soon after to explain.

 

"My work keeps me busy, one could say that it's a lively business with the dead."

 

Again, he would let out another chuckle, though quickly quieting himself.

 

"I bury the dead, I tend to their graves, I tend to their bodies if the family wishes to see them and other things, though I don't feel bad for the people nor do I care if someone dies. I feel bad that I don't feel bad, people say I'm crazy or insane."

 

Letting out a sigh, before continuing.

 

"One even swore me a necromancer, can you believe that? I bury the dead, you think the bodies would be happy that I put a lot of dirt on them?! No way!"

 

Chuckling some more, before taking in a deep breath and sighing.

 

"I guess that's all I have to say, can you help? Are you able to? If not, I will not blame you. I mean, eventually, I see everyone in the worst of times..."

[ThumperJack 927]

A tall dwarf of dark skin walks into the booth, his eyes closed. He sits and lifts his head and opens his eyes, which reveal a piercing, glowing, and almost blood red gaze. He gives her a respectful nod, and inhales, then exhales slowly.

 

"Where do I begin? I have murdered, tortured, and beaten people all because an unloving grandfather said so. I have allowed demons of the worst nature to control me, and my actions. Even my very existence is called sin by many, even my own kin. I have tried to mend the wounds I've caused, yet when I do, new wounds open."

 

The Doomforged stares through the screen at her, his expression calm, though troubled.

[monkeypoacher 8055]

Marvin enters the confessional. As soon as he gets to a seat, she'd find him nonchalantly blurting, "I'm a lecher and I bed elves."

 

He pauses in silence for a few, protracted moments, breathing lightly.

 

"Are you free this evening?"