Post by gatalis on Jan 31, 2013 2:37:42 GMT -5
She stared at the black book, her eyes transfixed on its elusive, lusterless cover. The book was grimy, and had taken weeks to procure, its pages were yellowed and a small circular imprint sat on it. There were flecks of deep purple dye that had mostly been worn off of it... They weren't a nice, clear purple, but a shadowy miasmic purple that screamed of a reclusive, secretive past. She shuddered as she placed a hand on the front cover, the book was chilled. The cold wave went straight through her to the bone, stiffening with mild necrotic tension as she kept it steady- the book was designed to keep out intruders, even those of darker hearts, and she could only guess why.
"Love is a lie. Only hate endures."
The book flung open to blank passages as she pulled away her pale hand, flexing each digit as they crackled, the necromantic energies of the book dissipating off of them. She placed her hand on it once more, looking at the scar that ran down from wrist to center, pulsing with unholy energy. She had grown older with those scars, and though she had felt shunned through them for a short while, they no longer held the same reverence, nor fear that they once did... She was secretive, preferring to keep others in the dark, not a warmongerer, not one to face conflict outright if it weren't necesary. As the unholy static of lost power waved over the book, the dark ink bled out of the pages themselves, becoming a legible mess, hidden in old scripture. This power was what truly made sense to her, what screamed to her of a like mind, one that she had drown out for so long under the brainwashing since her birth. This was her attempt at redemption... Not as those goodly folks would believe, but in a way that made sense to her, throwing away the fist of tyranny to replace it with a shroud of night, secrets, and lies. She felt naked, stripped of her connection and exposed to the world as she placed a hand around her necklace, the imbued energy seeming to feel her an outcast now. This book would fix that... She'd study it, memorize it, and pray to its origins, hoping to gain the being's favor, knowing that her previous connection proved both a bane ironically, and a strength to her attempts to appease.
She had many a prayer, and many hours of studying ahead of her.
//If the server vault thing ends up going through, this might be a new character, otherwise it's worked in a way that I'd like to slowly transition Claire from a priestess of Bane to an Initiate, and eventually priestess of Shar. Alignment shouldn't be an issue, since she's within one step, but changing deities isn't something that should happen willy nilly, and I feel like it would take time for her to adjust and gain enough favor and such.\\
"Love is a lie. Only hate endures."
The book flung open to blank passages as she pulled away her pale hand, flexing each digit as they crackled, the necromantic energies of the book dissipating off of them. She placed her hand on it once more, looking at the scar that ran down from wrist to center, pulsing with unholy energy. She had grown older with those scars, and though she had felt shunned through them for a short while, they no longer held the same reverence, nor fear that they once did... She was secretive, preferring to keep others in the dark, not a warmongerer, not one to face conflict outright if it weren't necesary. As the unholy static of lost power waved over the book, the dark ink bled out of the pages themselves, becoming a legible mess, hidden in old scripture. This power was what truly made sense to her, what screamed to her of a like mind, one that she had drown out for so long under the brainwashing since her birth. This was her attempt at redemption... Not as those goodly folks would believe, but in a way that made sense to her, throwing away the fist of tyranny to replace it with a shroud of night, secrets, and lies. She felt naked, stripped of her connection and exposed to the world as she placed a hand around her necklace, the imbued energy seeming to feel her an outcast now. This book would fix that... She'd study it, memorize it, and pray to its origins, hoping to gain the being's favor, knowing that her previous connection proved both a bane ironically, and a strength to her attempts to appease.
She had many a prayer, and many hours of studying ahead of her.
//If the server vault thing ends up going through, this might be a new character, otherwise it's worked in a way that I'd like to slowly transition Claire from a priestess of Bane to an Initiate, and eventually priestess of Shar. Alignment shouldn't be an issue, since she's within one step, but changing deities isn't something that should happen willy nilly, and I feel like it would take time for her to adjust and gain enough favor and such.\\