The Firebird of the Gray Forest enters, greathelm tucked under one arm as she gazes around the shrine. An impressed lift of her brows is any indication of what might be going through her mind. She stands near the exit, her impassive gaze quietly taking in the others in the room.

There's all sorts of activity here within the large open-roofed new temple. Priests and disciples from every facet of the Faith are at the eleven shrines giving prayers and blessings to those that seek to worship a particular god. Mirrormasks, Scholars, Templars, Devotions, you name the discipleship, they're here! The silk banners that hang and sway in the warm Setarco breeze move slowly, but all in all, one might see that there's a rather serene and supernatural peace one feels as soon as they're within the Setarco Star and things like color are just a bit brighter.
One might spy faces like Orazio, Vayne and others in the crowds along with leaders of the southern crusade battlefront. In the middle of the temple are eleven lines coming to a focal point by the black marble star-shaped reflective pool where Driskell in his black robes is with particular zealous acolytes. Beside him are three chosen ones, one holding a basket of bread, one holding a goblet of Mangata wine and another with holy anointing oil. The sun that shines down makes the white Setarco Star seem all the more brighter and Driskell's voice raises above the voices here, "To all who have come to Setarco, answering the call of their King and the Faith, I say welcome. Within the walls of this temple, you all are a part of the greater family which is the Faith. Within these walls, your light will be made brighter and that spark of hope which exists in you will shine here bright as a beacon to all those who are lost in the darkness, all those who have fallen in despair. Priests are here to help you at all the shrines, however for those who would like to take blessed worship to all the gods and receive a dedicated prayer and blessing, do make your way upwards."

The Fox-Prince doesn't look impressed with his wife's answer. As he's still leaning a bit closer up against her for less disruptive talking, he murmurs again, "Fun /is/ inspirational, Ribbons. You should remember what you're fighting for, after all." He pauses, picking out familiar faces in the gathered, and another n'er-do-well grin creeps onto his lips. "Estaban is here, so I'm inclined to think maybe there's something worth showing up for. But Alistair's also here, so it's likely we're doomed to little amusement for the rest of the proceedings. What a riddle." Still, when in Setarco. So he ushers Reese over to a place closer to Estaban.

white-tailed eagle, Kaldur arrive, following Thesarin.

white-tailed eagle have been dismissed.

Reese has joined the Seating area around Lagoma's Lantern.

Reese goes to find a place to sit, trying to lead Luca along in the process. She lifts her gaze to Driskell as the priest speaks, listening to his words with close attention. When she speaks once again to Luca her words are quite soft, a gentle murmur that is hard to hear. She peeks over to Roran, giving him a brief and polite smile that touches her blue eys.

Roran has joined the Seating area around Lagoma's Lantern.

Luca has joined the Seating area around Lagoma's Lantern.

Roran makes his way toward the flame, an obligation more than anything and a smile at seeing it present. A prayer spoken over it in that cheerful reverence he seems to have before the man takes a seat with the others preset.

Kaldur arrives, brows ticked up in curiosity as he looks to and fro, his page Jairo in tow. The knight takes a seat, faithful page standing attentively at his shoulder, perhaps a little distracted by a slow-creeping bug that steps along slowly on his shoulder.

Finding a spot near the back, Ianna Greenmarch watches the room with a curious eye. She is not one of faith, but she is curious. Not gawking. Just watching.

Ianna has joined the Seating area around Lagoma's Lantern.

Leana, an Igniseri Guard arrives, following Luis.

Kaldur has joined the Seating area around Lagoma's Lantern.

Estaban looks over spotting Reese and Luca he moves over to Reese and Luca nodding his head to them both smiling then he moves to get in line.

Golden, an Oakhaven bloodhound arrives, following Lucita.

Reese peeks over to Estaban and how realizes there is a line. "We should go get blessings and our prayers Luca. She then smiles over to Kaldur as he joins the seating. Reese rises to her slippered feet a moment later and gets into the line.

Reese has joined the line.

Demura doesn't find a seat, she's more comfortable near the door. She watches as people line up for a blessing, an unreadable expression on her face.

Luca has joined the line.

Lucita has joined the line.

Shard steps into the temple looking equal parts uncomfortable and blatantly curious. She goes just far enough to clear the door, but makes no move toward any of the shrines, and certainly not toward the line leading toward those getting blessings. She seems content to stand and peer around at the interior though, both the building itself and those occupying it.

1 Velenosa House Guards have been dismissed.

The crew of the Red Serpent arrive towards the front, dressed in house Thraxan colors. That captain, representing their entire ship, is asking for a blessing. Taking a bit of the bread from one acolyte and putting it in the mouth of the captain, Driskell says "By our toils and labors are we able to make a change in the world. We pray that the Tetrad of the Arts and Sciences give your mind inspiration that brings unity to your crew as they act as one." He takes the goblet of wine and gives it to the captain to take a drink from, "The weight of responsibility is nothing that can be shirked by those who heed the call of their King and Faith, for the gods give us not just their blessings but also demand that we become caretakers of this world. We pray to the Tetrad of Creation to give you strength of heart and soul, that when darkness and dread rise up to try drowning you, you will rise upwards." He takes the vial of oil and tapping a gloved fingertip to it, he dabs the captain's forehead. "Humanity's greatest power is by their choice, and through that you can influence the entire world. Will you make it better? Will your choices help destroy it? We pray to the Tetrad of Concepts that you remember that as a crusader, you uphold the tenants of all the gods and that whenever you're presented a choice, that you choose the choice that best helps the world rather than the one that simply is the easiest at the time." Lifting his gloved hands above the captain's shoulders by his head, he says "May Aion and Tehom bring peace in your soul, may you have the clarity to see that you are part of something far greater than just yourself. May you and your crew become the heroes that a world trapped in despair needs. May your actions be witnessed and recorded that the future generations can learn from your choices in a time they will need guidance."

Lucita steps into the area, leaving her dog at the entry, carefully keeping an eye on it to make sure it does not follow her inside. "Stay, stay, that's a good boy, stay right there." She gurns to glance over those who have gathered, a curtsy toward nobility, a respectful bowing of the head to the priests.She spends some time admiring the various altars and arrangements then joins the line.

"Wait, why can't we just sit down and bask in other people's blessings? I hate standing in line." Luca protests, quietly, but his wife's already up and moving, and he flashes Roran an apologetic smile before he bails off the bench as well, to follow her. He can't help but add though, even as he's departing from the benches around Lagoma's Lantern, "You do that. If you find anymore kittens. You send them right along. There's plenty of room!" He's at least polite enough to keep his voice low, so as to not interrupt Driskell, or at least, to hopefully be a minimal interruption.

Kaldur has joined the line.

Kaldur stands when Reese does, by reflex, and queues with the others. "Come, Jairo." The words were not necessary, at Kaldur's movement, Jairo's wandering attention snapped back. He swallows, young face pale, beginning to understand the gravity of what they are doing as prayers lift into the air with flame's embers.

Turn in line: Reese

Reese listens to Driskell as the blessing is given, looking all hopeful and impressed. She then peeks over to Lucita, giving her a gentle smile of greeting that touches her blue eyes. Finally she hears Luca. Her cheeks are pale and her somber eyes are serious. She smiles as Kaldur joins the line.

Reese steps forward at the appropriate time. She can be polite like that. Her blue eyes are somber and yet her gaze is pregnant with hope. She looks toward Driskell and doesn't smile, but she seems yearning, eager for the blessing, faithful. She sucks in this soft breath and then speak a prayer that comes without art or prep. "I pray the Gods be with me, with all who who come with on the Grayson fleet and with all who will be with the fleets and with all of us who come to Setarco to fight, to defend, to heal with us. May the gods grant us strength. May they be at my side. Our side. May the help me see clearly. Us to see clearly. To lead well. To make the right choices. To remain brave. May my blade strike true. My my head stay clear. My heart stay strong. May I protect those around me. May I defend Compact. May all the 13 gods be with me and be with us all."

Estaban has joined the line.

Driskell sees it's Reese that comes first after the Red Serpent crew. Those gold eyes of the priest sparkle for a moment in the light of the Setarco Star and he bows his head respectfully to her. "Your highness, the admiral of the Grayson fleet. Through our focused efforts and doing our best with the abilities, skills and gifts that we have, we are able to add to the collective song of the dream. Your toils and labors specifically as the admiral of the Grayson fleet here within the Southern Crusade requires you to utilize all your abilities as there are thousands who will die or live depending on your specific choices. As you eat the bread, we pray together that the Tetrad of the Arts and Sciences allow you to shine as an inspiration of the faith that glows brightly within you. May Vellichor, Gloria and Jayus each allow their wisdom and knowledge to not give you victory on the oceans, but instead to have victory within first your heart for that is where the battle truly exists."
He gives Reese the goblet of Mangata wine. "Mangata is the goddess of that which you'll be battling over, however do not forget that home is where Petrichor rules and without Lagoma, we would not have the blessings of true growth. The Queen of course is often thought of in death, but remember that through your actions and words, you will impact thousands of children who will remember the Crusade here far in the future and your actions will ripple across their lives. I pray to the Tetrad of Creation that you will not shirk your responsibilities that weight so heavily on your soul, and when the time comes to make difficult decisions, you take it head-on."
Dabbing his fingertip to her forehead, he says to Reese, "To the Tetrad of Concepts, may your soul remember that you are a Crusader here, that your actions bind the Faith just as easily as your words bind the Graysons to which you represent. May those who follow your orders never be led to dishonor, but instead may justice prevail."
Finally, Driskell brings his gloved hands over her shoulders. "Great Aion and Tehom, before you is one of the bright lights that shine from Setarco. I ask that while the battle cacophony and chaos that will no doubt fill her mind with thousands of demands, that you provide peace inside her. May her mind always focus on the gods, may she lead her crusaders to not ask the gods to live, but to not die in vain."

Shard watches in silence, her arms crossed over her chest, though her lips thin as she continues to listen, pinching together just a little.

Reese lifts her gaze to Driskell as she listens to his prayer and her attention is quite focused. Her breathing is elevated just slightly. It is a subtle thing. She lowers her gaze humbly as the prayer continues, but turns her attention to him once when it comes to an end. Reese seems grateful for the prayer and the blessing. "May I not die in vain." She says, latching on to his last words and echoing them softly. She then moves to the side, not wanting to greedily hog all the priest's time. She makes room for the next in line.

Turn in line: Luca

Luca steps up next, when it is his turn in the line. If anyone can slouch in the presence of the Thirteen, it's him. At first, he's quick to offer, "Yeah. What Ribbons said. All of that. I'll just double up on her prayer." in a sort of 'let's get this over' way. That's what seems to pass for a prayer off his full lips, more used to grins and laughs than piety. He seems strangely uncomfortable in the moment. But, he glances up, and he turns his head just a little to allow his dark eyes to linger on Reese. A sigh escapes him. It takes him another moment longer to put his words together. He reaches up and rubs at his face just a little, before he says, "I pray for the safety of my wife, Reese Grayson, because I am a selfish man and I am not sure at all how I would fare if I lost her. But I pray also that the people she cares about are seen through this mess safely, also.." He pauses, clears his throat a touch, adds, ".. that's kind of a prayer for everyone because she cares about everyone. She's as selfless as I am selfish." He leans in just a touch closer to Driskell, lowering his voice even more, like he were just whispering something to someone in a tavern. "Can you just tell them for me..", and he kind of gestures a bit, as if to indicate the Gods themselves, ".. that if it comes down to her or I.. I mean, that's an easy choice. Just tell them to do the right thing, yeah? She is everything and wherever she goes the people around her flourish." He leans back a little, trying to find his casual demeanor again in the midst of all these feelings, and winks at Driskell. Then lifts a hand, as subtly as possible, and pokes at something near his eye.

Driskell watches as Reese moves aside and Luca steps up. He bows his head to the prince, his flat voice saying after the prince says a short prayer, "Your highness, I'm thankful that a wife and husband bind themselves not just in promises for better, but also remember that in dark times they must stand together side by side."
A piece of the bread is taken and placed in the prince's mouth as he prays, "I ask the Tetrad of Arts and Sciences to bring to this prince who is often known as leaping rather than looking a sense of peace and purpose. While he is a husband that deeply loves his wife, may his presence be seen to others to inspire them to be there without question or reservation whenever and wherever their partner and loved one needs them. For that is truly where a married couple bless those all around them is when they find that they're stronger together as one than separate."
Taking the wine goblet, he hands it to Luca and says "Just a sip." as it seems he can't help but try grinding a bit of salt with a Grayson. "I pray to the Tetrad of Creation that Prince Luca understands his actions will echo beyond just the ship decks that he fights on, but across the oceans and to lands he might not even be aware of, where peoples unknown to him will hear of the battles and the crusaders, and perhaps of one husband who came to fight alongside his wife and said to the Abyss that if they desire to take her, they'll have to go through him first. I pray though that you grow as a person in this dark moment, that there's a particular honing of your abilities and thoughts more towards the Faith that loves you."
Tapping the oil tipped finger to Luca's forehead, he prays "I ask the Tetrad of Concepts that Luca and his beloved grow even stronger through this moment. May you guide his sword, may you remind him before he strikes that through his choices he will dictate just what this Crusade means and what the Faith can offer those who have been lost to despair."
Lifting his gloved hands over Luca's shoulders he prays, "Great Aion and Tehom, you see before you a man that is pulled by emotions. May you strengthen his resolve and help him always be the master of his emotions so that they do not master him. Give him satisfaction that he seeks, let his heart find the purpose he seeks."

Reese listens to Luca's prayer, seemingly quite moved by soft and her breathing quickens just a touch. She keeps her focus upon the priest and Luca, when Driskell gives his prayer and blessing. Her cheeks are warmed with a bit of pink now. She returns to her previous seat.

Leana, an Igniseri Guard leaves, following Luis.

Luca accepts the bread, chewing, listening. He can't help but find himself a little intrigued by Driskell's manner. He takes a sip of the wine also. And it's just one sip. If that isn't a harbinger of things to come, what is? The oil is applied, and the prayer is finished after, and the swarthy-skinned duelist stands, quietly, soaking it all in. Or perhaps centering himself a little more before he turns to face the world again. "You're really good at this. They should pay you more, whatever they pay you." That's enough serious business! He's done his duty, piety-wise, and he moves off to join Reese again, taking a seat next to her once more.

Kaldur shifts weight from one foot to the other, expression somber. It's an expression that doesn't fit well on the a face made for laughter and smiles. He might even be thinking deeply, by the deep furrow on his brow. Or ate some bad oysters.

Turn in line: Lucita

Lucita steps forward and lowers her gaze reverently before looking back up and saying "What has been said has been so eloquent and meaningful. My prayers include what has already been expressed but want to add a humble thanks to each of the Gods for what they do for us, and to ask again that they watch over not just our warriors but those of us who are here to try to help and support those who face the coming battle. To they help guide us to making good choices in what we do, sustain us in times of need and help us endure." She hesitates and then seems unable to resist adding. "I pray they will keep my family and friends safe and help them through this."

As if on cue from a look by the black robed priest, the disciples for each of the gods lift their hands upwards to the sky and begin to sing together a hymn they've learned, their voices lifting beautifully as the silk banners sway gently in the Setarco warm breeze. The sun dazzles brilliantly on the white marble and the gold sculptures at each of the shrines.

Gods of Arvum, we say this prayer
Of the thanks and respect you're due.
And then our simple hopes we'll share.
And humbly ask a blessing of you.

Aion whose complex dream we live
We strive to keep your dream strong.
We thank you for the world you give
And hope that we will do no wrong.

Gild, sweet Gild, caring and true
You watch over travellers each day
We think it'll aid get them through
If we help fend the enemies away.

Gloria, when the battle draws near
Let us not view the enemy in dismay
But to meet the enemy without fear
And honor you if we fight today.

Jayus you inspire to greater heights
To create things of essential beauty.
Weapons and armor in the coming fights
Will help soldiers perform their duty.

Lagoma, Lagoma, our Lady of Change
Battles reshape from start to end.
And as far and wide they'll range
Our tactics must change to defend.

Limerance our God of vows and trust,
We honor the words that were spoken,
To seek to counter the enemy's thrust,
And try our best so our words unbroken.

Mangata, Strong Lady of Water and Wind
Your brave struggle we take to heart
As you resist your foe, prayers we send.
Your example inspires as battles start.

Petrichor, it is on your beaches and land
That brave men have summoned their courage.
There our soldiers gather to make a stand
And ready to face our foes, our scourage.

Queen of Endings, it is a comfort to know
You'll be there if an ally's cycle may end.
And that a return to life you might bestow.
To let those brave hero's new story begin.

Sentinel, you see and don't forget
It is the righteous that you guard
When they fall under an enemy threat.
To see your fair justice is not hard.

Skald, God of sweet freedoms and choice
An end to freedom enemies seek to bring.
Thus did we decide to raise our voice
It's freedom and hope to which we cling.

Tehom, helps us understand and face
Our inner self, who we've come to be.
Overcoming our flaws with good grace
To withstand an enemy, not bend a knee.

Vellichor, God of knowledge and histories
Without you we would all become lost
You have facts to help solve mysteries
So our battles are fought with less cost.

To all the Gods we pray today
Please guide us along our path
Bless our efforts along the way
To withstand our enemy's wrath.

Shard stares blankly at the suddenly singing disciples.

Reese listens to singing, seeming still hopeful and faithful. She peeks over to Luca as he sits back down, leaning in close to him.

The harmonies of the choir set a chill in Kaldur's bones. Even Jairo stills, listening as they sing.

Even though Ianna is not a woman of faith, she can't help but be moved by the choir. Is that a tear?

Estaban breaths deeply hearing the choir his eyes close as he listens to them.

Driskell listens to Lucita as she moves forward and asks her own prayer to the gods. As she prays, the voices of the singing disciples can be heard throughout the Setarco Star and a breeze blows through the temple sending the black robes of the priest moving a bit. "My lady, great and blessed are those who do choices and actions to benefit the world without seeking glory or benefit directly to themselves."
Driskell takes a piece of the bread from the acolyte and puts it in her mouth, "I pray to the Tetrad of Arts and Sciences that they look upon lady Lucita and see how she brings inspiration through worship. May her songs be heard on the lips of every crusader, may their battle cries be lifted like sweet music to join in on the song of life that is being sung. May your gifts that you have given her be exponentially distributed to those that hear her songs as darkness battles the light."
Taking the goblet of wine, he hands it to her. "Tetrad of Creation, may you instill in the hearts of those who hear her songs a sense of home, of their loved ones, of that which is the true reason why they fight when it could be just as easy to stay away in safety."
Dipping oil on a fingertip, he touches her forehead, "Tetrad of Concepts, you have given us free will but with that, you have given us demands and tenants to abide by. May you see lady Lucita as a champion for the future, that the best ideals and aspirations we desire to achieve can be met through difficult challenges, and when there is darkness and challenge, that as soon as one begins to hum or hear a shanty or song of praise, that it brings them regrowth in their hearts."
Putting his gloved hands either side of her head, he prays, "Great Aion and Them, before you is a voice and heart that sings each note in praise and worship to you. May the dream be strengthened by the words of her songs, and may she in return find peace and purpose."

Rora was patting the back of the dog that has settled at his feet but as the singing starts, he withdraws so that he can close his eyes, a calm smile on his face and listens.

Ianna has joined the line.

Roran has joined the line.

Driskell says to the group that are here, "The song the disciples sing is a battle song written by the lady Lucita. I encourage you to learn it, to sing it when you're preparing for war. You are crusaders, you no longer fight just for Grayson, Redrain, Thrax, the Lyceum or Valardin. You are champions and allies each of the Faith."

Kaldur is overheard praising Driskell.

Lucita's eyes glisten moistly, tiny tears glinting at the corners and clinging to the lashes as the prayer song she wrote is sung. It is pretty clear she did not expect that to be done. One hand lifts to discretely wipe over her eyes, color rises in her cheeks. She accepts the bread, the sip of wine and the blessings given her. She listens carefully and then in a near whisper says simply. "Thank you." As she steps away for the next person there is both a smile on her lips and a little sniffle heard.

Turn in line: Kaldur

Shard's expression twitches noticeably, visibly souring. She opens her mouth, but quickly closes it without saying a word.

Kaldur steps forward, the knight kneels, head bowed one hand on his heart, the other on the hilt of peace-bonded blade. "Mother, I feel your presence today as keenly as ever." The young man falls silent briefly, throat working up and down before he continues. He slowly unwraps the binding, winding it around his fist, pressed then against his chest, "Gods and blood, I humbly ask that you guide my blade in the days and weeks to come, that I may strike true and just in defense of House and Crown and Compact." A simple prayer, but heartfelt. Jairo takes his place, kneeling next to Kaldur. The page's reedy voice is lifted, his prayers more recitation than plea. "Gods please watch over me in my-" he stops, eyes opening, mouth working eyes darting to search the air for words fled his recollecion, "Duty!" he crows, looking pleased. Kaldur shifts beside him, and Jairo, rephrases more quietly, chastened, "Duty." He clears his throat, "Um. Brother, will you bless Randall too?" The page scoops a long-legged stickly bug from his shoulder and holds it out to Brother Driskell. Randall, for his part, waves long limbs in gyring motions, antennae spinning, dizzy defiance. HE NEEDS NO DIVINE BLESSING.

Estaban is overheard praising Kaldur for: For RANDALL!

Reese listens to Kaldur's prayer and years he asks to have Randall blessed as well. She looks quite impressed.

Ianna is overheard praising Kaldur for: Bug friend!

Demura is overheard praising Kaldur for: Better keep that page alive!

Luca is overheard praising Driskell.

Luca is overheard praising Kaldur.

Reese is overheard praising Driskell for: He is an amazing priest and clearly blessed by the gods. Wonderful prayers

Lucita has joined the Seating area around Lagoma's Lantern.

Driskell looks at the knight and his retinue. The gold eyes look across Kaldur, then to the page named Jairo. At the boy's request, some might scowl but the stoic priest simply says "To the gods, we are so similar as...Randall, little creatures that cannot fully comprehend the world around them nor the gods, we see glimpses and do our best. And yet Randall is a creature that is part of the creation the gods have made, he (it's a he right? maybe?) has a life of his own and you have a responsibility as caretaker to ensure you allow him freedom to explore his own choices but also protect him from destruction. May the gods bless little Randall to show you to be a caretaker of the world all around you, and may you learn more about the gods and yourself as you care for even the smallest of creatures."

Driskell's prayer over the little bug and the page done, he looks to the knight with somber resolve. "Many from all walks of life have answered the call of their King and Faith while sacrificing all they have to come to the defense of others, and this is to be commended for this is the proper way of things."
Giving a piece of the bread to the knight, he prays, "To the Tetrad of Arts and Sciences, this knight before you represents honor. Through his person, he is an example of knowledge of when to use force and to use mercy. He inspires those beyond himself to become better. May you guide his heart that he does not bring dishonor upon himself, that he leads those who follow him in the proper ways of the gods."
Giving the goblet, he says, "I ask the Tetrad of Creation to reignite within this knight's heart the power of growth. May the Queen give him understanding that with each draw of his weapon that it is a beginning, and with each sheathing of his weapon, that it is an ending. May he act responsible, may he not be led by his emotions but instead may he master that which might try to rise up and rule him."
Anointing the knight's forehead, he says "Tetrad of Concepts, before you is a knight that stands up for oaths, order, civilization and choice. May you bring in his soul a renewed feeling of the oaths he has promised to others, may you bless those that follow his own directions given and may he never hinder or block the choices of those who desire to impact the world in a positive way."
Finally, Driskell brings his gloved hands over Kaldur's shoulders, saying to the lord, "I pray to you Aion and Tehom, look upon this soul that stands here before you today. Help him during the battles ahead that he doesn't rush into a decision but give him the opportunity to reflect and perhaps see how his action will impact the future. Let his decisions not bring dishonor to his house, let him not pray to live while he battles, but instead let his last words be to not die in vain. Bring peace in his heart at the thick of battle."

Ianna is overheard praising Driskell for: damn son

Estaban hand reaches down to pat the dogs head at his side, he looks back as he spots many of the men who are under his command are there dressed in the Malvici colors and armor. A deep breath is taken and his eyes move back to the front where Driskell is.

Kaldur, at Jairo's request, sits perfectly still, observing as best he can with his peripheral vision. Lips press flat to squash a smile unbefitting the gravity of the moment, a grateful look flashed to Brother Driskell before schooling himself properly to seriousness. Jairo nods solemnly and cradles the now gods-blessed Randall to his chest. "I'll keep you safe." A beat, "And Sir Kaldur." Randall's thoughts on the matter are unknown. Unknowable. Deep as the well of his soul. Brother Driskell leans close and Kaldur stills, listening. He nods. Kaldur's voice is thick, "Thank you, Brother, for your words. Glory be to the gods." The knight genuflects and withdraws, Jairo and Randall, accompanying. Jairo is peeking uncertainly into the cage of his hands and bumps into Kaldur when the knight stops to resume his seat. Oh, no! Randall!!

Outside the Setarco Star, one can see the faithful of the city are gathering around it. Disciples and priests mingle and there are rings of people holdings hands forming. Ring after ring being formed around the star, and singing can be heard outside the temple as voices from all walks of life are lifting in prayer and worship. Some rings move clockwise, some move counter-clockwise as clasped hands lift upwards.

Turn in line: Estaban

Estaban pats the dogs head as he m oves up to kneel before Driskell his eyes close as the large Saik seems to stuggle with the words on what to say hearing the prays and singing from out side only make it that much harder. "I kneel before you Brother Driskell and pray to the gods for the safe return of my friends and all those I care for. I ask the gods to protect those here in Setarco who will not be out on the sea with the fleet. I ask for them to watch over us and mostly my wife and our child( children maybe) that I would gladly give myself for their safe return to arx." he says softly, "And if you could please a blessing for my companion Gunther Brother driskell for he too will be at my side." he pats the faithful Rottie that sits next to him.

Reese has fallen into a thoughtful and maybe even worshipful silence as she continues to listen to the prayers.

Driskell watches the young page leave, those gold eyes watching even the little bug. But now it's another nobleman who steps forward and Driskell gives a bow of his head as fresh baked bread is brought and the goblet is refilled. "Ahh, my lord Estaban, it's good to see you here." He looks to the canine companion and drops to a knee as he holds a black gloved hand with the fingers splashed out over the dog's head. "There is rarely something perfectly reflecting the adoration, love, worship and outright understanding of knowing how serving in one's purpose that was designed for them brings as there is a dog to its master. And yet master is a poor word to choose, as it creates imagery of slave. As lord Estaban goes through his life, he will find in you someone that will always accept him no matter how terrible or how amazing he is. I pray not for you, Gunther, but I pray lord Estaban sees that by selfless duty and fulfilling their purpose, that he can learn from you how to become an even better lord. May he find that sometimes in life the simple joys such as laying in the sun sleeping, running until a heart is going to explode, jumping immediately up and clasping a loved one with passion isn't a terrible thing to achieve....that the world is by far something meant to be shared. I do give a request that when the time comes when you're gone, that lord Estaban has properly filled little jars of memories to sip on when he is going through difficulties, remembering the good times he had with you."
Standing up, the priest's black robes move in the warm Setarco breeze as he gives a piece of the bread to the noble. "It is easy to lose sight of what war is truly about, it isn't ever about trying to outright destroy your enemy but instead the result of particular choices made in the past which will be paid by the consequence of life lost and resources spent. I ask the Tetrad of Arts and Sciences to inspire within lord Estaban that he might lead those who follow him. May he always seek honor even when it isn't the most easiest choice to make, so that wisdom can be seen and true inspiration given."
He hands the goblet over to the nobleman. "To the Tetrad of Creation, may you bring a renewed sense of purpose within him. May he understand every action he takes will set out consequences in the far future where his children and their children will have to deal with....even simply with his choices happening right now. Guide his hand that wields his weapon, not that it might strike down the enemy, but that those lost in despair might find mercy and righteousness be shown."
Touching the noble's forehead Driskell prays, "I pray to the Tetrad of Concepts that they bless this husband who comes to battle with his wife. May true justice prevail in this time of wickedness that rises up like a dark tide to flood the world. I ask specifically though that Gild herself bring inspiration to my lord's heart that he understands war is only temporary and one must always plan for the peace that a just war is striving to achieve."
He lifts his gloved hands up either side of Estaban's head and says, "To most glorious Aion and Tehom, look down and see this soul that shines brightly. Look upon this man, this husband, this noble, this mortal...look down and bring to him the opportunity to reflect on his desires and passions. Let him not fall to temptation or to his darker thoughts when it may easily come during battle, but let his actions shine as a true crusader for the Faith."

Waldemai slips in quietly, fresh off the boat.

Waldemai has joined the Seating area around Lagoma's Lantern.

Roran's waiting for his turn to head up, though still at the flame seating. Waiting for his turn even as off in the doorway, sauntering in on the heels of Waldemai is a competely black cat, complete with one white foot.

Luca seems like he is quite deep in thought, also. Not a common thing for the swarthy-skinned man, at least in the eye of the public. Or perhaps he is just enjoying the closeness of the moment, sitting there on the bench around Lagoma's Lantern, leaned up against his wife. He does look up eventually, though, and he brings his lips up to Reese's ear to whisper something to her.

Estaban takes thebread and slips it into his mouth cheqing it and then takes the goblet and takes but a sip ahdn hands it back he waits a moment then opens his eyes, "Blessed be to the gods." he says softly looking to Driskell nodding his head then standing up and moving back to find a place to stand with Gunther letting others now come forward a hand coming up to his face to perhaps brush something a way.

Reese listens to Luca's words and murmurs something softly in response. She has a gentle smile and then rises to her slippered feet.

The sun is starting to set, and the particular design of the Hypaethral of the Setarco Star means that the western sun will shine last on the altar of the Thirteenth. The sky has a few fluffy clouds across the oceans beyond the temple, and a hint of stars can just start to be seen. The white marble of the temple though is starting to truly show a prismatic splash as it reflects the light of the sun, the golden shrines brightly sparkling and the reflective pool in the middle where the lines are forming is reflecting the beautiful sky above.

Turn in line: Ianna

Hesitantly, Ianna approaches Brother Driskell. She does not kneel, but she does clasp her hands and bow her head respectfully. "I admit, Brother, that I don't know much of the Faith, but I am here to learn and respect Compact traditions. There will be good men and women under my care very soon, and I wish the best for them, and for the men and women up north at Stormwall. I suppose..." She presses her lips together, feeling altogether foolish. "I suppose I need help making the best decisions to save as many lives as possible."

Duarte has totally been paying attention this whole time.

Humbled by the whole affair, Kaldur sits uncharacteristically still, eyes fixed on the flame, hand absently stroking the cloth of the peacebond wrapped around his opposite hand. Some part of him is soaking in the conversation, dogs and cats, discussions of the injuries likely to befall those gathered, but mostly he's staring. Jairo's attention has been drawn by the dog at the altar and the priest's blessing for him. Randall's legs stretch and wheel, stretch and wheel, stretch... and catch. FREEDOM. The bug begins his ascent of Mount Kaldur. Carefully. Metal is slippery. Not that way. Nope, not that way. Nope. Daggum. "Look Randall," Jairo murmurs, "The dog is getting a blessing too- Jairo?" Sensing something on his shoulder, Kaldur brushes at his arm. Randall's prickly legs grab and find purchase on Kaldur's fingers. "Gods!" He blurts, startled, and slings his hand. "Randall!" Jairo gasps. Randall goes tumbling through the air! Twisting. Turning and...

Arlo, Ianna's grumpy-faced dog, walks over and lays down by her right side. He looks up at Driskell with an underbite and a heterochromic glare that implies he knows what he did. Whatever it is. The dog knows.

Poor randall. He lands in front of that cat. That cat who seizes opportunity and opts to dine. crunch.

Driskell gives a bow of his head to the noblewoman. "My lady Ianna, I believe that it will not just be the broken bodies needing healing, but also the spirits and souls of many who will fight within the upcoming war whether it is here or the other locations. But as a former surgeon, I can vouch for how healers of the physicians guild are always a welcome sight for anyone who fights."
He takes a piece of bread to put to her mouth as he prays, "Blessed tetrad of Arts and Sciences, before you is a lady to whom will be managing and directing the healing hands of the physicians and healers. While they will be tending to those who are more than likely on the edge of death's embrace, I ask that you bring strength and peace to the healers under her as they will be seeing some of the most tragic costs of this long string of choices that have led us here. Let their healing crafts be blessed not to prolong life beyond its thread, but instead to allow peace and ease the suffering of whomever they are tending, be that Crusader forces or even those of the Marinites that they might see the Faith's hand in true action."
Taking the goblet, Driskell gives it to her. "Tetrad of Creation, you are directly tied to the lines of souls coming in and out of the Wheel, and for you do I ask that you place in each of the healers' hearts a thought of where their victim comes from so they might more easily provide peace to those who suffer. While changes always come and seasons move on with souls in death, let us find reasons to rejoice when one passes on just as much as we rejoice the birth of a new soul, for through this cycle humanity might evolve into a more perfect being."
Taking the oil, he anoints her forehead. "I pray to the tetrad of Concepts, may you remind my lady of the oaths she has given. May those who are lost in despair see that the gods of the Pantheon exist not to restrict with laws and rules, but instead that civilization and life flourishes where responsibility is upheld willingly. May it always be so in her."
Finally, Driskell lifts his gloved hands above her shoulders, "I ask great Aion and Tehom that the fill this one's soul with peace and strength. May she and her healers always understand their purpose, that the evils and terrible consequences they have to face as healers doesn't negatively impact their hearts to make them colder but instead may they fully embrace that life is meant to be lived short. That the cost of having the power of choice which impacts the entire world comes at needing to live their mortal lives in a quick burst of brilliance. May my lady's brilliance be shown now."

Ianna takes the bread, and the wine, hoping her discomfort doesn't show. And it mostly doesn't. The proud shav'arvani scientist bows her head again. "Thank you," she says softly, before returning to her seat.

The sun has set to the far west as stars begin to twinkle and sparkle all in the dark sky above. As Roran though approaches, as if on cue, eleven disciples of Lagoma light large torches they hold from the special lantern and stand at each point of the Setarco Star. The white marble glows brightly, and one can see just beyond the temple that the rings of the faithful who are praying are now holding small candles themselves; each candle starting to be lit by the candle next to it as the rings glow and grow beyond the Setarco Star.


Guard dog alert! Rapidly moving hand gesture captures attention of Golden and the dog trots toward Lucita and just 'stares' at Kaldur. No teeth, no growling, no bristling up, just that intent stare. Lucita reaches out to pet Golden, reassuring him, pat-pat-stroke-pattity-pat till the dog finally comes to sit and relaxes, alertly looking over the surroundings. Lucita murmurs to Kaldur. "Golden is training up well." Just the simple soft-spoken comment.

Estaban takes note of the small bug falling and with a quick couple of steps he moves to grab him and carefuly let him climg to his cloak as he isnot sure how well he will do on leather. "Alright little man." the man says looking over at Kaldur and Jairo.

Shard's upper lip pulls away from her teeth for just a moment, just long enough to show the very tips of her canines. She abruptly drops her arms to her sides, turns, and exits at a quick pace, and without a single glance back. She makes her way through those gathered outside just as quickly.

Peri[ ] is slipping in just as Shard is leaving, trying to surreptitiously steal her way to where everyone seems to be gathered without disrupting the proceedings. She angles quietly enough toward the seating around Lagoma's Lantern and slides down into one of the empty seats.

Peri has joined the Seating area around Lagoma's Lantern.

Orland leaves, following Duarte.

It is rorans turn, oblivious to the circle of life that just happened. "Brother Driskell. I am inspired and astounded by what we are surrounded by. All who will venture here as days and years pass, will know the joy of being surrounded by that which we hold dear" He looks to the water then back. I ask for your blessing, simply that. And will offer one in return, if I may?"

Driskell bows his head to Roran, he is after all the archlector of Lagoma. "A gift and blessing given and exchanged is one that is doubly blessed." The priest clad in black lifts his gloved hands as the wrists are held together and the flingers splay outwards which almost look arachnid or...maybe kraken? Hmm! He prays as the torches lit from the Lagoma lantern brightly flicker, how the candles beyond the temple held by the faithful sparkle like the millions of stars that glitter above and the moon begins to rise to wash it in silver, "I pray to the gods above that witness that which we do, that call on us to use the power of our choices to choose to be caretakers of this world. I simply ask to them that while you might serve as her blessed representative here on this world, that for every light which is lit from Lagoma's eternal flame also ignites within their soul that spark of hope which this world craves. For the enemy of the Faith desires to swallow the world in darkness...not to give it peace and solace to reflect upon actions...but instead to extinguish all hope and throw it in the twisting nightmare of despair. Wherever there is a candle lit, wherever there is a flame, I pray that through you the souls of humanity never lose their spark of hope. As the Setarco Star shines brightly here in the world, I ask the gods to let you have the opportunity to turn even one heart lost to the Marin king and return it to the Faith. For loss is only a shame when there is no hope for redemption, and how can redemption be denied where a spark of hope is lit? May all things above, below and in-between find their hope and may we all find and reach out to change through you and Lagoma so we can grow."

Kaldur's eyes go wide when he sees the bug flying through the air. He makes to stand and winces, sucking air over his teeth at the crunch that swiftly follows. Jairo jerks and stills, little hands balling into fists. The page takes a deep breath when Kaldur places a staying hand on the boy's shoulder. "Jairo." Kaldur keeps his voice low. Rebellion and anger seep into Jairo's features, jaw clenched. This is Kaldur's fault. Kaldur glances to the line and the head of it where Brother Driskell annoints the faithful. He tosses his head that way, impressing on Jairo with a look (and a squeeze of his hand) the solemnity of the occasion. Kaldur looks around, puzzled, "When did all these dogs show up?" Jairo's face screws up and his eyes well and his little jaw clenches, but he doesn't move or fuss. Kaldur's slumps. Maybe the cat is toying with Randall. He edges to where he can catch a glimpse of that cat and it turns baleful eyes at him, growling low with menace, before streaking away. There's a twisted little twiggy corpse there. Or... is it half a corpse? Or, is that a twig?

Roran bows his head, hands tucked in those generous sleeves of his, a smile on his face as the prayer and blessing is offered. not batting a single eye at how driskell configures his hands. When he is done, Roran lifts his head and soon the Archlectors blessing is offered in turn, though heard only it would seem, by driskell.

Here is the thing about cats and bugs. If they don't fight back and play dead, cats lose interest. This one socked cat swiftly loses interest at what seems to be a twig afyer a few bats, a shake of it's head and walks away.

There is a twitch however from Randall. Randall who looks to have maybe only... lost a leg. Best to check.

1 Velenosa House Guards, Dreya, an older woman in Velenosan livery arrive, following Saoirse.

Driskell receives the private blessing from Roran and with that, the priest looks to those gathered and his flat voice rises. "Remember, the Marin king bent the knee to his own dark passions and emotions before he truly bent the knee to the Abyss. You each represent the Faith as you fight as crusaders, and for all your actions and choices, it will not just reflect on yourselves but to each and every member of the Faith. I pray that you all remember this when your emotions tell you to do something, and should you have the opportunity to extend mercy to those Marinites who break their chains of slavery and seek to claw their way out of that dark pit they're in, that you as members of the Faith show them the way back to redemption. Pray, meditate and strengthen one another through each word you give. Go now in peace."

Oh no it does not! Luca's off the bench that surrounds Lagoma's Lantern. He isn't wild about his pursuit of the one-socked cat, but he tries to be subtle. Most felines are fast and clever, but some might say that the Fox-Prince is both of these things as well. Some. He scruffs the beast after several swift steps and a gambit at cutting it off. He does his best not to interrupt the stellar blessings that are being handed out as he swaddles the cat in his doublet, and returns swiftly to his bench seat. "You're going down a bad path, cat. Let's get you right with the Gods." He clears his throat a little, and looks over to his wife, playing the cat-theft cool.

The line has been dismissed by Driskell.

2 Lyonesse Trained Guards leaves, following Demura.

Estaban is overheard praising Driskell for: For being a pretty dam good priest and making things interesting!

Reese has been lost in thought or maybe lost in prayers. She watches as Luca takes off after the cat and her blue eyes widen. That seems to have brought her to awareness. "I guess he is nimble enough to herd cats." She says, half to herself and half to the rest of the room. She then turns her attention to the priest. "Thank you so much, Brother Driskell." She has a smile for Roran and one for Kaldur. "You are joining Lady Peri on the fleet?"

Estaban breaths deeply he looks to Gunther and pats his head as he turns looking to Lucita for a long moment and then heads out most likely heading to the Market then the docs.

Lucita watches Luca out the tail of her eye as he returns to the bench though the rest of her attention is split between the priests and altar area and the the twiggy insect that has been playing dead and its owner.

1 Velenosa House Guards, Dreya, an older woman in Velenosan livery leave, following Saoirse.

Call-and-response, "To love and serve the gods." The words bubble from his mouth by reflex as much as piety. He's crouched, though, the words delivered as he stares at the little twiggy thing on the ground. Jairo peers over his shoulder, "Is it...?" And then the Prince is up, moving off swiftly. "Um," Kaldur tips forward to scoop the bent little thing. He cradles it close and stands, tipping cupped hands to show Jairo. "I think I saw him move." He straightens, bringing hands close to his belly, when Princess Reese speaks, his sister's name on her lips. "Yes, thank you Brother. We'll your words with us." He steps to the side to peer at the critter, "Does this look ... " he glances at Jairo and then back at Lucita, putting cupped hands and a bedraggled twig-thing before her, "Um... alive?"

From Luca's doublet is screeching and what looks like a cat, objecting to it's confinement.

1 Saik Guard, Gunther, a Rottweiler leave, following Estaban.