Sahra's Farewell

[Lita 677]

Sahra walks through the Temple, looking left and right and seeing those bleeding, calling out, as well as those making others bleed. She frowns, going to one of the victims and pouring a healing potion down his throat, just as a hand wraps around her neck and she is dragged to a pillar. An all too familiar voice sounded, the guttural rambling of an orc, asking her about a piece of wool on the wall. She growled out to be released, and he attempted to punch her in the face, to which she moved her staff in the way, and her wrist was almost broken on the impact. He repeated the question, to which she again demanded to be released. He went to punch her again, and this time it was successful, breaking her nose.

She could feel the pain quickly fade as slight sky blue sparks jumped in front of her eyes, healing it, but she had felt enough. She yanked her golden dirk from her sleeve, stabbing rapidly behind her, hitting him multiple times in the arm before he slammed her against the pillar. She went crosseyed for a moment, but as he released her from all the injuries, she leaped forward, spinning around. She waited for a moment before growling and walking off, into the Temple. She headed to the monk rooms, raising the gates and flipping the lever to reveal the rooms. Sahra sighed, making her way inside and closing the area behind her, then heading to her room. She sat upon the ground, and began to pray.

“My lady Rellenia, why do they not listen? These fools, these scum, we bring them from the brink of death, nay, from the dead, yet they care not. They lust for bloodshed, and so they receive it. I can do nothing. I am weak.”

She fell silent, not really expecting an answer, until the whole room filled with the smell of the jungle, and she heard a sigh. Her eyes opened as she inhaled the beautiful smell, and she was overwhelmed by what she saw. A bright blue light, blinding, revealed the outline of a Kharajyr, one she had never seen before.

She watched the light brighten as if the Kharajyr opened its mouth, and a voice more heavenly than any she had heard before sounded, “My child, why do you pray to this goddess? Why do you not return to me?”

Sahra fell to the floor, bowing, “Metztli, forgive me, for I have sinned.”

Another sigh could be heard, “I forgive you my daughter. Return to thy people, and renounce thy previous deities. I wish you luck.”

Sahra felt the smell of the jungle fade away, and the room fade. She looked up, tears in her eyes, as she made the decision. She would be leaving. Soon. But first, she must find Aelys. Aelys would be her successor.

((My dearest monks, I have decided that it is time I leave. I have been in the monks for most of my time on Lord of the Craft, and I find the roleplay begin to grind me. It has become monotonous, the same thing every day, and I find myself getting in more fights then I stop. I am going to try and see if I may still be a healer, however it is no definite. Lots of love,

Monk Sahra, Escharian.))

[Roxforbraynz 251]

Aelys walks towards the temple, looking for Sahra to report her progress in her training... what she found changed her life...

Sahra spoke "Aelys... I need to talk to you..."

After an enlightening experience, Aelys accepted. She said "I will not let you down, Sahra. I promise."

((Good luck with whatever path you lead Sahra down, Escharian. I hope I'll still get to roleplay with you every now and then. :D ))

[LaCabra (Soda) 1519]

Bili watches the violence inside the Cloud Temple from one of the high mountaintops surrounding the valley. His eyes squint as he focuses on angry feuds and unkind people, before he lifts his shiny, oak pipe to his lips. With one deep inhale, he sucks in a puffy cloud of smoke. As he breathes out, he speaks quietly,

An' this is why I live in the Vale... Miss Sahra, if ye can 'ear me... We've go' love fer ye there."

He then dumps the ashes from his pipe, and with a forlorn sigh, he treks back to his rowboat and paddles the smooth, calm waters to Branborough.

[danic 352]

Finnlyn scurries along the temple, attempting to avoid sight from others. As he moves along, he hears the cold, terrifying voice coming from none other than an Orc. Finnlyn peaks from his hiding spot, seeing Sahra and the Orc. His blood colds at the violence, knowning he is sure as an orcs meal if he tries intervening.

Quietly slinking by quieter than a mouse, he escapes to safety, away from the danger of the Temple. Pausing, Finnlyn sighs with discontent. He turns toward the Temple, tilting his small head curiously, holding an aura of confusion.

"I of'en wonder... T'e temple is always considered a safe an' 'appy place, but why does i' always 'ave so much violence? Anytime I try an' go t'rough wit'out bein' threatened of death an' violence?

I fin' i' ironic. T's place wer ye go an' be 'ealed is t's place wer so much violence and 'atred is habored."

The small Halfling shakes his head sorrowfully, hoping for the best of the monk he saw. He scurries forward, continuing his journey toward The Vale, hoping he doesn't have to make the journey back again.

[paladist 45]

Talar runs up to her room to ask her a question as he does ever so often. As he knocks on the door he realises she is not in. He continue this a few more times that day until realizing something is wrong so he asks around and eventually one of the other monks tells him she resigned. ((who's going to teach me magics?))

[Strawberry114 43]

Alice lies on her bed, staring at the ceiling. She hasn't seen her caretaker in days, and is beginning to worry.

She hasn't had fresh rolls in days! How is she supposed to survive any longer on stale bread and fruit like mush?!

Hours pass. No one enters the room. Maybe playing some will take her mind off of it.. Usually Sahra is around at this time, to give her a final meal before going to sleep. This.. Is not usual. Alice continues playing with her toys, hoping Sahra, or anyone, will find her.

[Lita 677]

*When Alice returns to her room, she will find a dozen fresh baked rolls laying on the table, and a note.*

"Alice, I'll try to check up now and again, but Aelys is the new head monk now. She'll take care of you, and you'll like her. Just get to know her.

Love you,

Sahra"

[Song Druid 1486]

Sniffs the air, leaning upon his staff and twirls a lock of hair upon a spindly finger. Musta been something wrong with the bread.

[Danny 2232]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.