Jous d' Ssran ((Show of Worth))

[G'eldriia]

G'eldriia knelt in prayer waiting.... After half an hour a man entered the great temple and approacher her. "You asked to speak with a Celebrant my Daughter?" G'eldriia stood and looked at the man in the eyes calmly "I wish to partake in the Jous d' Ssran."she said. The Dark elf priest looked at her frowning for a few moments "That ritual is frowned upon and is no longer practiced, no one here can help you with that." he then turned to leave. "Thats too bad."she said, turning to look up at the great statue of Shillen,"I guess I'll have to go into the city and find someone how will help me." The man paused listening to her "Of course I'll have to explain what it is to all the Young people who might not have heard of it.." she let the words trail off. The Celebrant remained quiet for a few more moments contemplating this. "I shall let it be known in the inner cloister, if anyone is interested I'm sure they will like to remain anonymous." He then turned to look her in the eyes, "Are you ready for the marking?" He raised his eyebrow as she nodded. "I am ready."she answered, no sound or swaying in her voice. "The I can get you started on thins part now, follow me and be quiet." the then turned and took her into the back chambers.

They entered a small room with a table that has straps for hands and feet. "Disrobe here and lie face down on the table...I shall fetch the 'scriber' please wait here." He then exited the room. Geldriia quietly removed her clothing and lay ed on the table waiting. What seemed like an hour passed and a woman entered the room carrying a case with her, she smiled at G'eldriia and proceeded to restrain her wrists and ankles. "Its been quite some time since I was called for this.."she said, "I do thank you for the chance to perform again."she gives a slight bow then opens her case and and sets up various blades of differing sizes. "of course you realize as part of the ritual I cannot give you anything for the pain, and I am not permitted to stop once I begin." she doesn't wait for a replay and starts picking her starting instrument. Geldriia closed her eyes and just waited...A sharp intake if breath escaped G'eldriias mouth as the first blade entered her flesh on her but-tux, then her teeth clenched as more followed in quick secession. After an hour she was trying not to cry out...it was still early in the day, and there was still much more to do...

[Makora]

((hmm Gel naked...gooood memories <.< >.>...I regret nothing

[G'eldriia]

Nine hours had passed. G'eldriia was moved to a more comfortable chamber and was on her stomach propped up on her elbows, she was quietly sobbing as the woman applied the last of the bandages and ointment to her back. "You bore that quite well dear, sometimes they pass out...I'm glad you stayed awake." the woman smiled and put the rest of her belongings away. "The ointment will make it heal very quickly and leave beautifully smooth scars, but I wouldn't recommend falling asleep.." the woman grinned,"cause the ones on your front will hurt if you should fall." G'eldriia just nodded her acknowledgment and mustered the energy to mumble"Thank you.." The woman left the room and G'eldriia was left alone for a few minuets be for the Celebrant returned.

"I thought you would like to know, A Celebrant has volunteered to perform the rite with you...though I still think you shouldn't go through with this."the Celebrant said as he looked at the bandages stained with blood. "This rite was stopped in general practice due to the fact that most who undertook it didn't return to us....it was a waist of man power."he shook his head some. G'eldriia was able to mumble a response,"It wasn't a waist to Shillen, she sent back the ones she deemed worthy.." He studied her for a few minuets quietly thinking, when he spoke again his voice was softer,"I hope you return to us Daughter, it would be a waist to lose a devoted warrior like you.."he turned to leave then stooped,"For surely you are a devoted warrior of Shillen to be attempting this, may the path of the Abyss welcome and return you." with that he left and shut the door leaving G'eldriia to her thoughts and pain.

She sat there in silence thinking of a conversation she had had with Tregarde earlier that day. A conversation where G'eldriia had voiced some concerns she had regarding what the temple wanted and what Shillen wanted. Was it alright for the temple to tell its members in other cities to stop the practice of certain rituals, only to still perform them in our homeland. The Temple wanted to promote good relations with the other races, and yet still took slaves of those races in our homeland..."I need to focus myself better and not think of these things.." her back and chest were tingling from the ointment so she knew it was working..but Gods it still hurt...

[Esmera]

((I am alone not masochist or crazy in this clan O.o

I swear, the dark atmosphere of every RP and story as of late is starting to get to me....

[Makora]

((We can have a carnival when I get back if that would make you feel better Es.

And good story so far Gel

[G'eldriia]

((TY Makora, and dont wory Es..it wont be that dark I promise this is more of a spiritual matter for Gel))

[Esmera]

geldriia said:

((TY Makora, and dont wory Es..it wont be that dark I promise this is more of a spiritual matter for Gel))

((I hope so...

I'm kind of depress today, and reading that you ask to get tortured isn't really cheering me up...

[Makora]

((I dunno if you could call it getting tortured really. But still.

((One Question though, when does this take place? I'm assuming after I died. I thought it might have been when you first left but it said you had a conversation with Tre so I knew it couldn't be that.

[Esmera]

makora said:

((I dunno if you could call it getting tortured really. But still.

((Getting what appears to be stab and cut all over by knifes for hours does sound like torture to me....

[Makora]

((It said something about a marking. It sure does seem like shes getting tortured but I don't think thats what Gel intended to portray it as. I could be wrong, I dunno.

[Kirisa]

((yes it appears she had a marking carved int her, not tortured. Interesting Ritual...

<wonder what rituals are not allowed in the outside temples but still performed in the Homeland>))

[Tregarde]

Tregarde knocked lightly on the door that Jevin and Czenzi shared since Makora had passed away. For the most part they kept to themselves. Jevin had been away some time on important business, and Tregarde wanted to check on Czenzi. A voice barely above a whisper answered and gave permission for her to enter.

Czenzi was at the table, surrounded by papers covered in drawings. Ever since Jevin had given Tregarde the sketch book Czenzi had filled, she had been concerned for the young lady. As she came near Czenzi she looked down upon the drawings closest to view and saw scenes that caused her much concern. Apparently G’eldrria had been much on Czenzi’s mind recently. One picture showed Gel in an intimate moment. Another picture showed her crying while Tregarde and Kirisa were together in the background, and this one tore at Tregarde’s heart. Gel was her best friend, and she would do almost anything for Gel, but the one thing her friend most needed she could not give. The next one was disturbing, Gel laying down as someone in a robe was apparently cutting her with a ceremonial knife.

As Tregarde began to ask about the drawings, careful to keep her tone soft and not push things too much, Czenzi stiffened in her chair. Her eyes rolled up into her head and she began to shake. Tregarde quickly grabbed onto Czenzi before she fell from the chair, and held on as the seizure became almost violent. Quickly it passed, and Tregarde held on for some time lest it began again. She loosened her grip and Czenzi was able to sit up on her own. Then the young lady grabbed a pencil and began to draw.

Tregarde watched in fascination. She knew that Czenzi could see things far away and would draw them, and here was the process in action. She kept quiet so as not to disturb Czen, noting every detail she could in order to tell Jess about it later. Czenzi drew the beginnings of a figure with six arms, Tregarde immediately thought of the statue in the Shillien Temple. She slowly stood and went over a pitcher, filled a glass with water and drank it, then refilled the glass and brought it over for Czenzi should she want some. She found an open spot on the table and set the glass down.

She looked down to see how the picture had progressed. It indeed was the Temple, and below the statue were three figures. Two were in robes and in shadow, she could not make out who they could be, and the third…

“Goddess… no…” she said barely a whisper as she felt her heart tighten. She quickly looked to Czenzi. The lady had a thin sheen of sweat on her brow and looked exhausted, but otherwise alright. Tregarde brushed Czenzi’s hair and told her she had done good, then quickly departed the room and ran out of the Guard hall.

[Makora]

((I never did give a reason as to why Jevin was gone. My bad

((Nice little piece of writing Tre. I liked it

[Tregarde]

[ I figured Jevin had been around, just not involved in anything beyond taking care of Czen and sorting out his own life. I just assumed for the purpose of this little RP that happened (yes, we played it out) that he had simply been gone most of the day for some reason... but if he's been gone longer than that, then Tre would have been checking on Czen on a regular basis ]

[ And... just realized this post was made under the History & Lit forum, not Scrolls & Lore. Oh well... hope you don't mind the comments and additions, Gel ]

[Makora]

((I'm in the processs of writing where Jevin has been the past week. And We'll stop hijacking the thread now.