A Mother's Love (DM Eris event board)

[Domina]

*Celestia stands alone in the temple and looks nervously on the Chalice. She rubs her arms and looks sadly and speaks to herself quietly*



"I'm pretty nervous, Utu. I'm not sure if i'm doing the right thing by harboring this pledged Canite. I know she did it out of desperation, but I still feel guilty because well...I am guilty. We only have a week to figure this all out and the Lochwarians will come search the place. Sad thing is that they will find her. The children who are under such a secure lawful ex husband and all we have is mostly hearsay. We're going to see this mistress 'Dearest Ruby' and see if she will side with us."

*Cel runs a hand on the altar and smiles gently to the god she loves...or at least his relic of a chalice*

"I want to hope we're doing the right thing by holding out for a week to gather evidence or getting her out of the temple before time is up. Last thing I need is to be punished by the Lochwarians while i'm carrying these Relics with me. So if we can't figure things out in the week's time...I will turn her in. Phelan was very right in that I need to protect the shard at all cost. I'd hate to do so, but it has to be done. One week..."

*Cel sighs sadly and looks at the missives she received while trying not to panic too much*

"That's just how it goes..."

[Outbreak1992]

Meanwhile...

At the comfort of his home, Ramsay sat behind his bar, a roll up smoking away on the side whilst he twirls his glass of whiskey on the bar. Sitting in silence and making no movements other than turning the glass around and around, staring at the last candle flame as it begins to slowly die out. In his mind he thought about the supposed canite taking up asylum within Utu's temple, weighing up the options since they only had a week left until the lochwarians could rightfully raid and search the temple. Picking up his glass he takes a large drink and winces slightly at the huge swig of neat whiskey he took back, reaching for the burning roll up on the side to null the taste. He felt guilty for what had happened, it was him who stood between the exemplars and the accused, it wasn't his place to get involved or to stand between them like he knew who was right and wrong, no instead he thought he was defending the innocent and now it had been looked into deeper, he had to question if he had done the right thing after all. All kinds of thoughts went through his mind, had he doomed all those involved to be branded as criminals themselves? What of the Utu's temple, the reputation of the church wasn't exactly favorably by everyone, the first encounter with the exemplars Ramsay recalled their threat towards tarnishing the temples reputation. Taking a last drag on his smoke before stubbing it out onto the bar, he takes another drink before launching the glass across the bar, ultimately landing against a wall, the remaining whiskey running down the wall. Losing his temper for a moment he proceeds to begin throwing bottles but stops as the door to back of his house swings open, presumably from a draft yet he went to the door to check it out. Seeing nothing in the other room expect another door slightly open. Through the crack of the door his altar to Utu could be seen, placing the bottle aside instead of throwing it, he goes to the altar and begins to speak his mind out loud. By the time he finished unloading he had sobered up, looking to the window as the sunlight started to creep through and land on his face, he gets up, dusts himself down and then wanders over to the desk, opening his journal he begins writing an entry before grabbing his things stepping outside into the morning sun.

"Should it come to it, I'll take the wrath... I stood between them, it's me who could of stopped a potential canite from being in custody... The lochwarians will want blood when they find out we've been harboring her... No, not we... I... I've told Daniel what I'm prepared to do, if the first option doesn't work out then hopefully this second option will... If not and it doesn't go to plan... Well... I'll just have to hand myself into the lochwarians and confess to harboring, that should keep everyone else's name clear, besides that Nero doesn't like me and I'm sure he would be eager to see me in irons or a noose around my neck."

[Lollegag]

The room is brightened by the low dance of a fiery candle.
The bed is empty, not far from it is he sitting holding his elbows on a table knotting his hands before his chin and leaning against it...
An expression of thoughts linger around the man, he cannot seem to find ease someone has him worried.
The light slowly fades, there's not much left but darkness , he's watching the slowly disseapering shadow of his own.


... Thoughts
"Ramsay were ready to set himself as a sacrifice, sell himself as a mere pit fighter, he must feel guilty...
I wonder what he's willing do sacrifice, if the Lochwarians see what's actually going on.."


The frown deepens upon him.
"Tharwulf and that sour Cane-walker. They seemed eager to work violence as a quicker resort to gaining their justice.
At a time I too thought as them.. But the risk is too high, no, we cannot yet resolve to such eager means...
If we're taking Nero down, we're doing it with manner... "

... The man rises from the wooden furniture, stepping to a desk at the next room.
Flaring up a candle with a lesser spell the room lightens. The luxury of his gains alooms.
He sits down and begins to write letters, he seals them, written on them are the names of those involved.

[DM Eris]

A woman walks the halls of Temple of the One Sun, sleepless in the deep hours of the night. Each passing hour she count, and knew that it brought her ever closer to the courts...

[DM Eris]

||Given that characters will no longer be sucked into the VOID we will resume this plot.||

[Domina]

*cheers*

[Domina]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ndsmvXW ... 4&index=33
*Celestia walks into her room for a short rest before meeting at the Temple. She doesn't even drop half of her clothes before her head hits the pillow. Eyes close instantly, but even a nap eludes her. An eye opens to find one gazing back from the mirror in her room. She mumbles at first...*

"Don't look at me like that. We're trying, okay? Just...don't look at me like that."

*she closes her eyes again and opens one again to stare in the mirror*

"How was I only there for fifteen minutes before I watched all those sweet guys get cut down. I stood there in my little horror, okay? That's why I didn't move. So...just stop staring at me."

*closes her eyes again for a few minutes before opening one eye again*



"I'm sorry, okay? I thought...I...we weren't suppose to have it all go down that heavily, ya? Maybe only a few guards get beat up and tossed around. I would get of the room and we were going to...I was suppose to...and...I feel so bad. Missions go haywire, ya? I mean, I learned this with the Vanguards! You understand, no?"

*Buries her face in the pillow and mumbles*

"Lach must think I lead him into the dumbest things ever. Ramsay clearly feels pretty guilty and upset at his interpretation of the plan. I guess he thought I was in more trouble that I actually was. Seems the plans lately are really falling apart. All this seems like a run of really bad luck. Even before when I thought Artemis and I were to just meet someone and get information the plan blew. We at least rescued a woman who was quite grateful to the point she would testify against Benejerk, but it's not enough yet. What about Del? What about the two children? What about what will happen afterwards? What's going on..."

*Cel looks to the mirror and gives her reflection a sad look. Afterwards she covers her head with the pillow and screams. She lays there quietly for the next hour and finally decides to give up on sleeping. Cel gets up and sluggishly back into ready for what the rest of the day will bring. Her eyes gaze once more to the mirror and she whispers to her reflection...*

"You're Gonna Carry That Weight..."

[Aegis]

Lachdanon was pacing again.

The sound of his boots on the wooden floor of his room setting a steady rhythm.
It was late, the candles burning low. the dim light meaning so little to his not quite human Eyes.

He could understand how the situation had evolved, now. he could see how it made some sense at each point.
How at every frustrating turn they might become a little more invested. more willing to take one step further to achieve their goals.
More willing to bend... just one more law. one more moral. to redeem the woman and save her children.
It was such a good cause... But the road to hell is paved in good intentions.

Ten men dead. A mistake. Cold comfort to wives and children. brothers and mothers. "It was a mistake" wasn't good enough.

He could understand. Had felt the ... need. to "make it right." The Idea that-
"they could make up for it, couldn't they? if they saved these people, those deaths were at least in a good cause... right?

After all that they couldn't just "let" the woman be executed. Couldn't just LET the man get away with this. she HAD to be redeemed now. He HAD to be punished. Or those deaths meant nothing.

They had to try harder. hide her somewhere and damn the consequences.

He could understand it. sympathize with it.
But it was not acceptable. it was not right.

The shepherd had no right to sacrifice the flock for the chance to save but one lost sheep.

He expected they were angry with him. He had made his choice. had stood fast. Stood in their way. Had practically signed her death warrant himself.
Their anger. her death. Those were his burdens to bear now. More blood on his hands.

The pacing pauses before the door. eyes focusing on the handle.



Nero was a problem. he needed to be brought to task. this was true.
But as important as why you do something, is HOW you do it.


He had not attempted to force his presence on them after everything that had happened. and had no idea what their plans were.
But he had heard them leaving the inn. he was aware they were to meet at thralls gate in the morning. he hoped, fervently, that they had not simply decided on going further. doing something even more extreme to get what they wanted. he hoped he had given them a little perspective.

Because in the end... it is not enough to claim pure intentions. the difference between good and evil is what one is willing to do to get what they want. . .

Nobody ever said doing the right thing was easy... often... it was the hardest path....

He turns then and finally prepares for bed. Tomorrow, he will hear what this other servant has to say, and decide his own course...