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An Understanding of Faith


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Another RP post, this one hinting to some more Religious post stuff in the future. This was some fun rp, both to write for the forums, and to do in game. 

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One of the scenes, depicted in the vision, of Braen meeting the Bear

𝒜𝓃 𝒰𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓃𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝒻 𝐹𝒶𝒾𝓉𝒽

“O Doethion, O wise forebear of old, heed my call.”

The drink slid past his throat with relative ease as he sat there, his gaze resting upon the water. Waiting patiently to begin his prayer, however, he was soon interrupted as the Priest arrived into the Sanctuary. The elden Adunians voice, offering one last guided prayer with the Adunic Lord. Pondering it, he would nod, allowing the priest to take charge of this old and ancient ritual. As it began, so did his mind slowly begin to bubble and haze. The corners of his vision started to blur, as his mind started to thunder and cloud. With the voice of prayer, and the scent of sage. 

 “Come now, Braen, return from thy slumber and aid thy children, as is thine oath and duty!”

The powerful words left his scarred lips, and in doing so. His eyelids began to close, those orbs of his, rolling into the back of his head. That ever persistent smell of grass and sage, filling his nostrils. Illicting flashes of forest and brush. The sound of their chants, reverberating throughout the sanctum, sounded almost similar to the sound of roars bouncing against cave walls. The trickling water that fell into the pond behind him, starting to grow faster. His mind showed images of the cold sea water. It was only until the sharp sting of pain filled his back, that the images sharpened. His voice strained through the next words, as blood mixed with the earth and grass underneath him. 

“Come now, Braen, grant us thy wisdom from ages past, to help our present plight! 

The first he saw was green forests around him. Herbs of all kinds, growing from underneath trees, as the scent of nature and woods hung heavy in this area. The image soon shifted, that pain, acting as guide for the adunic lord. Next, he saw the sea and a man, with a crown of silvered hair. Hands cupped, and rising to pour the seawater over his head. This scene swiftly melted away, to something final. Something far more ominous, and far more violent. A bear, with eyes like black voids, gazed towards a lone wandering figure. Mist trailed off the beast's form, as it lunged forward, claws seeming to rend into the man's flesh. Before it too, blood started to spill blood. The mixture of gore, meshing and melding into the mist laden grasses. As the blood mixed into the grass, whispers filled his mind, like a deathly choir it yelled true.

“Come now, Braen, speak to me, then return once more to thy watchful rest.”

Darkness soon embraced his vision, embraced that devout mind of his, and as it did. He could not help but feel peace in it, feel harmony within that which lay in front of him. Before slowly, a glowing blue ember started to form in front of him. Sage, to bring mediation between blood and soul. To bring forth, Marias light” A hand would slowly be extended out, his blackened fingertip, slowly going to touch the glowing blue ember in front of him. “Saltwater, to represent our strength in the sea, to show our father. Elendil.” That final strike, that final slice, would give birth to him grasping the ember. His hand clutching it tightly, as he brought the cool blue light, to his visage. Staring into that ember, that ember of ancient knowledge. Before the final words, entered his mind. The blood of a bear, to garner wisdom and protection, with our long lost Son. Braen. Let these three things mix, to bring forth protection from us” 

Slowly, did his eyes open, no longer holding the mundane grace of man or mali. Instead they glowed, having gained enlightenment, through his own blood and being. Having gained understanding of what was to occur next. To chrstian those, in the protection of his ancestors. It was with that, he stood, blood dripping from his cut form. Eyes gazing to those stairs, as he slowly ascended up, to begin his true and proper Hunt.

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