Wilhelm the Iron Messenger, 3 Iron Guardsmen arrive, following Sparte.

Luis has joined the Flammas Bench 3.

Alban makes his way into the shrine, removing his helmet and tucking it under his left arm near his elbow. He bows his head to the shrine giving a moment of silent reflection before he moves over to a place to kneel comfortably, where he can observe, and take part, without sitting or standing.

Emily has joined the Flammas Bench 3.

Roran and other Godsworn occupy the shrine of Lagoma. The enternal flame burns bright and warm, small shoots of green starting to push through the soil and the promise of the new growth. Time will tell what was planted this year. Benches are starting to filter in and replace what was there before with the traditional new ones that have been commissioned.

Blessed Roran, moves from small group to small group or individuals, stopping to speak quietly, nodding time to time, offering blessings and encouraging individuals to light candles from the eternal flame to bring home with them.


Also arriving with the almost more lovely Baroness Lucita, is Luis, dressed in steel plate that has the Granato flair to it, and helm to match. He lifts the visor then draws the helm over his head, hooking it to his belt as he leads Lucita through the Shrine and to one of the benches further in. He remains mostly quiet, though gives a respectful nod to those already present and who meet his eye. He settles down upon a bench and whispers something to Lucita before adopting a form of prayer.

Lucita walks into the shrine with her brother, her hand resting in the crook of his elbow as she saysto him. "..wait...need to get Micana to hold Golden outside." And she turns to arrange that befroe moving further into the shrine to take a place on one of the benches.

6 Crimson Blades Sergeant arrives, following Tobias.

Merek has decided to come in without his cloak, instead he has on his linen black pants lined in silk, and his umbra shirt, as well as his scarf. He makes his way to one of the smaller to groups, and settles in, seeming to be here for the blessings, his blade carried by his secretary.

Springbottom, the ravenous pygmy goat, Teonia, a clever maidservant arrive, following Sorrel.

6 Thrax Guards, Sorrel arrive, following Galen.

Dressed in the earthen hued leathers, Emily Deepwood enters the shrine, a glance afforded the room as she discerns those attending. There is a measured calm to the woman as she tilts her head and notes the Baroness Saik - Luis goes unrecognised in his steel armor. She crosses the distance towards Lucita and when close enough speaks, "Baroness Saik, it is good to see you," she remarks and then is about to address the steel wearer when she nods the floppy curls. "Lord Luis...this is a decidedly new look for you. I trust you are both well?" She asks of them, her smile growing to reach her blue eyes.

Sir Tovell Telmar arrives in the plate and armor of the King's Own. The knight has his helm in hand. His scabbard bounces against his thigh and is fastened by his sword belt. The ginger knight finds a place to take his knee and he offers a prayer. He stands with a grunt and then goes to take a seat. The reverent ginger knight carries a warm smile as he looks around at those already gathered.

Tovell has joined the Flammas Bench 1.

Lucita has joined the Flammas Bench 3.

Roran has joined the Flammas Bench 3.

Lucita gives a gentle smile to Emily as she joins them on the bench. "Good to see you too. When I heard they were having this, decided I really wanted to come." And she lowers her voice to speak further, her manner respectfully solemn.


Quietly Tabitha makes her way into the shrine pausing for a brief moment as she looks over those present before finally finding a place to sit. The petite strawberry blonde selects a bench that is not quite full, sitting with her hands folded neatly in her lap but her eyes still drifting, looking to see if she knows any of them.

The third bench is approached when Roran's done with his last little group, widening his arms in greeting to at least one familiar face. "The songbird returns." Roran smiles. "Welcome, Lagoma's blessings on the three of you." His hand gently claps together. "You will departing soon? Are you in want of Lagoma's blessings?" He offers to them, never once, the smile faltering.

Lucita says, "Archlector Roran." She gives a nod. "Not sure when, but yes, soon. And please. I would indeed like those blessings." She lifts her gaze to give Roran a soft smile."

"I am glad you did," Emily replies to Lucita as she lowers to take a seat and await the arrival of the Archlector and his blessings. It seems they are his next target and the Deepwood rises to her feet to greet him, giving a deep inclination of her head, "Archlector, yes and thank you," the freckle-faced woman remarks warmly. "Soon is a relative term, but yes," she glances to Lucita smiling warmly. Blue eyes shift back to Roran as a hand tugs and presses at the lacings of her bracer. An idle motion before her arm falls back to her side.

For whatever reason that Alban was kneeling and not at a bench, it appears he is focused entirely on the eternal flame, the tree that cracks the roof, and not so much on the surroundings. Maybe he is still in some sort of prayer or individual speculation on the future. In the end he closes his eyes, takes a soft steadying breath, and then rises to his feet nimbly for a man in full armor. It's then that he realizes just how many people have arrived, his gaze falling over the gathered groups but a small smile touches his lips when he spots Emily.

"Soon. It always feels like it comes too soon, and takes far too long to be over." Roran states. But he moves forward, offering his hand to Lucita, and then another to Emily. No third hand for Luis but it is expected he will take the hand of one of the ladies and words are quietly murmured.

The Thrax Warlord leads he and his wife into the shrine, a cheerful couple as they usually are, steps light and graceful. The storm blue eyes of Galen reach out over those gathered, spotting Emily and Lucita he knew that was where the couple needed to sit, and so that is where they went! Smiles and nods given to each person in the bench, making sure to not interrupt Roran in their process of seating.

Galen has joined the Flammas Bench 3.

Merek settles in at his group and waits for the time being, seeming satisfied to wait and take his time to supplicate in a quiet manner as he does this.\

Sorrel has joined the Flammas Bench 3.

Coming in shortly after this is Tobias Telmar, the mercenary general, and his six bodyguards. Decked out in full rubicund plate sans helmet, the blood red armor clanks slightly as he steps inside. "I heard blessings were being performed for warriors going into the war." Tobias half states, half inquires, as he looks around.

Luis bows his head in return to the Archlector Roran's comments, "Please, if you would," he remarks, his hands rising to cross one over the other as he rests them in his lap and leans forward a moment, listening to the workds that are spoken, and when the Archlector falls silent, Luis continues on, soundless lips moving through several more sentences before he too stills and then slowly looks up, recognizing others who have joined them.

Luis' eyes light with appreciation when Sorrel joins them at the bench, with her husband no less, "Ah, Princess Sorrel, it feels as though it has been forever since we last spoke. I am pleased to hear how well you have been. It is good to see you," he offers, then nods to Galen as well.

Leta has joined the Flammas Bench 1.

Sparte enters late, looking around the shrine before going to find a place to sit down. Seems he isn't here for a blessing himself, putting his hands in his lap and closing his eyes for silent prayer.

Sparte has joined the Flammas Bench 1.

Sorrel offers a warm smile to Luis as she sits with her husband, her hand on Galen's arm lightly. "I have been very well, yes, thank you," she replies graciously. "It has been awhile. I hope you are well. I see your sister as frequently as I am able, but you quite a bit less so."

Lucita listens intently to the prayer given and when done, releases the hands that were clasped during the prayer. "Thank you Archlector Roran, it is much appreciated." She glances toward the others joining them at the bench and gives a smile to them as she turns to face the fire, light a candle and offer her own prayer, silently.

Merek has joined the Flammas Bench 2.

Tovell sits in prayer. His head bowed. The ginger knight prays with his eyes cast to the flame. The man seems to be incredibly faithful and diligent. A frequent visitor to all the shrines.

"Indeed Lord Telmar. If you cannot wait for me, you can seek a godsworn." Of which there are plenty about. "None will be turned away." Roran lets those at the third bench linger to speak, offering respect to the Thrax Warlord and making his way to another bench. "And who do we have here?" Inquiring of the bench that Sparte et al occupies.

Roran has left the Flammas Bench 3.

Roran has joined the Flammas Bench 1.


As the archlector offer his hand, Emily takes it and looks across to Lucita then Luis before her head bows and the dark thick hair shifts forward into her face. Eyes close and she draws a long breath. "Thank you, Archlector," can be heard after their shared prayer for their battle to come. She takes a step back, looking then to see the Prince and Princess, giving a faint smile, "Welcome,"she keeps her voice pitched to a soft mumur so that she doesn't interrupt the rest of the prayers being offered to those who have come. The candles and flame are noted and she looks to her cohorts before joining Lucita to take her candle and pray over it. She spots Alban and gives him a nod of her head in greeting before her fingers lace around the candle and she begins her prayer in earnest.

Leta arrives at the shrine with a curious, uncertain look, removing her hat and scratching her fingers through her hair. Her eyes are drawn to the burning flame and she draws a deep breath. There's something fiery about her reds and yellows. She steps forward to take her place at the seats with a peensive look on her face.

While Sorrel speaks Galen falls silent, his stormy eyes shutting out the world as it were and allowing his mind to focus on the gods. He was amazingly silent, perhaps more silent than anyone who knew Galen thought was possible. The only movement the man made was a hand lifting to caress Sorrel's that was on his arm.


With each newcomer it gets harder and harder for Tabitha to simply sit still and simply watch and listen, those folded hands needing something to do. So after waiting as long as she can the young woman finally produces her leather-bound journal and that slim little stick of charcoal. Pages quietly are turned until she reaches a nearly blank page, then those eyes pick a subject and she starts to sketch. She does appear to remain ever listening with her head cocked slightly to the side as that drawing instrument of hers dances across the page, glancing upward now and again as people chatter and rustle about.


Luis stops his hushed conversation with those nearby as the Archlector leaves their bench and he rises to take a candle as well, joining the few that have already made their way to the front and he lights it while saying another prayer, his hand resting upon the hilt of his sword as whatever silent words are said, seem to be inferred as a blessing for what is to come in the near future.

The candle shifts in the Deepwood lady's hands, her head lifting as lashes lift from her eyes so that she can extend the wick into the flame. The top of the candle drips, wax melting fromt he heat before drawing it back and holding it in her hand. She says something over her own small flame and takes a step back, smiling to Lucita and Luis before returning to the bench as she affords the Thraxian royals a renewed smile and speaks with them.

Lucita returns to the bench once her prayers are finished and speaks quietly with those there.

Tobias has joined the Flammas Bench 2.

Tovell stands from the bench after the blessing is made. He bows his head in prayer and goes to light his candle. The Telmar knight will then pray once more in silence. He stands and the clank of his armor sounds as he takes his leave.

Tovell has left the Flammas Bench 1.

Galen slowly stands from his seat, a candle in hand, he moves to light it and stops there where he falls silent and looks to the ground, his eyes closing briefly. The Warlord would remain there for a few moments, then his blue eyes would quickly open, his head inclining upward and a word or two would be mouthed before he made his way back to his seat.

Roran has left the Flammas Bench 1.

Away from the bench Roran moves, even as others still work within those who come and go, candles always being lit and the room filled with the soft hush of the murmured prayers and blessings. Merek's constant and quiet presence draws Roran over, gesturing for Tobias and his retinue to join them.

Roran has joined the Flammas Bench 2.

Sparte has left the Flammas Bench 1.

Sparte leaves the benches after Roran does so, going to collect a candle and bring it to the Eternal Flame. He furrows his brow, going through his backpack. He pulls out a simple leather vest in an odd color, setting it before the flame as an offering before lighting his candle.

Sparte gets A stitched hide vest with a black and white speckled collar from a canvas backpack with leather accent straps.

Sparte puts A stitched hide vest with a black and white speckled collar in The Eternal Flame of Lagoma.

Leta has left the Flammas Bench 1.

Merek blinks a bit, and looks up, while he seems to consider and wait, listening for the time being while he does so.

Tobias has left the Flammas Bench 2.

6 Crimson Blades Sergeant leaves, following Tobias.

Tobias and others tended to by Godsworn, Roran looks to Merek. "How are you?"

"Oh, uh. Well enough I suppose, I came here to get a blessing is all," Merek tells Roran, with a smile. He doesn't seem to talk much though it would seem.

Roran nods, and bows his head beside the man, murmuring to him.

Merek looks to the man, and listens. Eventually, once he has finished praying alongside with the man's words, for the same, he inclines his head with respect to Roran. "Thank you."

Leta rises from her seat and carries a small candle over to the eternal flame. She stands in front of it for a few long moments, face shifting as if she's carrying on some internal conversation. Eventually, with a small smile, the colorful woman carefully lights the candle. She offers Sparte a nod, then cups a hand near the flame to keep it from going out as she begins walking carefully out of the shrine.


Looking up from his bench and the murmurs of conversation that haooen there, Luis watches Sparte's offering with interest. His metal armor reflects the flame of Lagoma as the man stands again, bowing his head to the Archlector.

Roran rests a hand on Merek's shoulder, giving it a firm squeeze. "Be safe out there. We shall pray for you and others who move to defend us." And then he's rising once more, off to circulate and offer more blessings.

Merek takes his time to stand up afterwards, and does a small offering once all that is finished. Afterwards he makes his way to the entrance.

Galen looks up at Merek as he passes, a firm nod offered to the man, though a curiosity burned behind his eyes. A mental note made to seek him out in the near future.

Merek nods bak to Galen as he moves on by, and then makes his way on for the time being.

Merek has left the Flammas Bench 2.

Aneka, 3 Iron Guardsmen, Meeka leave, following Merek.

Sparte finishes his silent prayer over the candle, carefully carrying it back to the seats and sitting down with it. His expression is contemplative.

Sparte has joined the Flammas Bench 1.