Post by Adoven Leoros Bloodwynd on Mar 11, 2014 6:20:08 GMT
With a tired gait and stained face, Adoven the Ranger of the Locks came to the Sacred Grove, for rest and prayer. Before stepping into the grove proper, the elf had removed his mud-caked boots, jacket, tunic, and weapons, leaving him bare chested of many small cuts and bruises.
While not overly religious himself, he set himself down to both knees, and with arms spread open in a disarming manner, commenced to chant.
He thanked Gaea for providing Her blessing and safety to the Locks and its people, singing the elvish hymns of Her beauty and everlasting comfort, the nurturing aspect of the motherly care, and of the strength that She carried. He had been thankful for Her that fate had sent the armies of Dragon Hill and Midgard to help in the confrontation as well.
Adoven then prostrated himself with his head touching the ground towards the Most Sacred Tree, and remained there in silence for a time.
When satisfied that he had given proper thanks, he straightened himself upright, stepping lightly out of the circle, taking care to not disturb the foliage. He wore again his clothes and set off back towards the Keep.
While not overly religious himself, he set himself down to both knees, and with arms spread open in a disarming manner, commenced to chant.
He thanked Gaea for providing Her blessing and safety to the Locks and its people, singing the elvish hymns of Her beauty and everlasting comfort, the nurturing aspect of the motherly care, and of the strength that She carried. He had been thankful for Her that fate had sent the armies of Dragon Hill and Midgard to help in the confrontation as well.
Adoven then prostrated himself with his head touching the ground towards the Most Sacred Tree, and remained there in silence for a time.
When satisfied that he had given proper thanks, he straightened himself upright, stepping lightly out of the circle, taking care to not disturb the foliage. He wore again his clothes and set off back towards the Keep.