Ereza
Velaeri Mortaine
@[member="Darth Ithari"]
The days were beginning to stretch into one another here on Exocron and the longer they went the stranger things seem to become. Priestess Mae of the Divine Inari was one of many in the daylight hours. Though she had not been within the grounds of Moross for much longer than a few weeks she had already garnered the interest of at least one of the Gods. In a way this made things simpler - behind closed doors she could converse with her Great-Nephew at length of all the things needing done and the plans for expansion. She could learn her role without worry of faulting and ask as many questions as need be to ensure things were done right.
When it came time for show, however, it made things far more difficult.
The Temple was supposed to be a safe place for all followers of Moross, no matter their station or their devotion. Unfortunately it was also a breeding ground for sin as much as it was for righteousness.
Greed and envy were rampant amidst the more fervent of Priests. Amorella could recall several instances where her devotion to the Gods had been verbally tested by her fellow practitioners and it was becoming somewhat of a strain on her composure. Evidently having favor amongst the Gods was something of a curse amongst the clergy. Softspoken as she was, it made the woman an easy target for those more brash, more bold.
Amore left the courtyard following a midafternoon meal feeling melancholy, defeated, and sick.
Exceptionally sick.
Making her way down a side hall, she paused at the sensation of a shooting pain in her middle. She frowned but thought of it as nothing more than her nerves finally getting to her. By the time she made it to the end of the hall she came to the conclusion that it was not, in fact, her nerves, but something far more serious. Gripped with a terrible pain she grimaced, stumbled against a pillar and doubled over.
"Fire..." she stifled a cry, clutching her hands to her stomach.
The days were beginning to stretch into one another here on Exocron and the longer they went the stranger things seem to become. Priestess Mae of the Divine Inari was one of many in the daylight hours. Though she had not been within the grounds of Moross for much longer than a few weeks she had already garnered the interest of at least one of the Gods. In a way this made things simpler - behind closed doors she could converse with her Great-Nephew at length of all the things needing done and the plans for expansion. She could learn her role without worry of faulting and ask as many questions as need be to ensure things were done right.
When it came time for show, however, it made things far more difficult.
The Temple was supposed to be a safe place for all followers of Moross, no matter their station or their devotion. Unfortunately it was also a breeding ground for sin as much as it was for righteousness.
Greed and envy were rampant amidst the more fervent of Priests. Amorella could recall several instances where her devotion to the Gods had been verbally tested by her fellow practitioners and it was becoming somewhat of a strain on her composure. Evidently having favor amongst the Gods was something of a curse amongst the clergy. Softspoken as she was, it made the woman an easy target for those more brash, more bold.
Amore left the courtyard following a midafternoon meal feeling melancholy, defeated, and sick.
Exceptionally sick.
Making her way down a side hall, she paused at the sensation of a shooting pain in her middle. She frowned but thought of it as nothing more than her nerves finally getting to her. By the time she made it to the end of the hall she came to the conclusion that it was not, in fact, her nerves, but something far more serious. Gripped with a terrible pain she grimaced, stumbled against a pillar and doubled over.
"Fire..." she stifled a cry, clutching her hands to her stomach.