Post by Eiddwyn on Jul 24, 2005 2:32:32 GMT -5
Eiddwyn walked slowlyup to the castle gates, a look of mingled excitement and trepidation on her face. Her green weather magic book was still held outside her pack in one hand, forgotten as surely as the mystery it had not helped her with. Veering off to one side, she placed her other hand on the rusted old gate and smiled at it. Its obvious state of disuse was a comfort to her, for she knew that no one with anything to fear from the outside world would let the only obstacle between them and possible danger fall to pieces.
Two pieces of paper posted upon the gate caught the youth's eye, and she stirred her booted feet to a better position from which to read them. Upon completion, the first made her arch an eyebrow a bit. All those who practice a religion, she mused. That's a lot of people. I do hope this man knows what he's doing. Then she shrugged; it really didn't concern her. Eiddwyn had always been more concerned with the world she was in now than the one that might await her after it, and therefore practiced no religion.
It was the second notice that made both brows fly to her hairline.
"Treason? From a Paladin?" she exclaimed aloud. Perhaps it was naive of her, but because of their calling and even their definition, Eiddwyn was generally inclined to trust the Holy Order implicitly. What kind of ruler must this Lord Megliaf be, she thought but didn't dare say aloud (for who knew who could be listening), that a Paladin was moved to betray him? Then she glanced back at the first notice. Does this Lord have something against religion? she wondered. That would seem rather silly to her. Religion gave people a code of rules to follow, rules which governed their behavior and generally banned immorality. People also had a tendency to defend their religions with their very lives, believing something beyond life -- their eternal state of being after death, for instance, or perhaps their very soul -- to be at stake. But then, who's rational these days anyway? Eiddwyn reminded herself.
She looked now towards the entryway, trepidation gaining an advantage over excitement. There could be civil war brewing in there...
Two pieces of paper posted upon the gate caught the youth's eye, and she stirred her booted feet to a better position from which to read them. Upon completion, the first made her arch an eyebrow a bit. All those who practice a religion, she mused. That's a lot of people. I do hope this man knows what he's doing. Then she shrugged; it really didn't concern her. Eiddwyn had always been more concerned with the world she was in now than the one that might await her after it, and therefore practiced no religion.
It was the second notice that made both brows fly to her hairline.
"Treason? From a Paladin?" she exclaimed aloud. Perhaps it was naive of her, but because of their calling and even their definition, Eiddwyn was generally inclined to trust the Holy Order implicitly. What kind of ruler must this Lord Megliaf be, she thought but didn't dare say aloud (for who knew who could be listening), that a Paladin was moved to betray him? Then she glanced back at the first notice. Does this Lord have something against religion? she wondered. That would seem rather silly to her. Religion gave people a code of rules to follow, rules which governed their behavior and generally banned immorality. People also had a tendency to defend their religions with their very lives, believing something beyond life -- their eternal state of being after death, for instance, or perhaps their very soul -- to be at stake. But then, who's rational these days anyway? Eiddwyn reminded herself.
She looked now towards the entryway, trepidation gaining an advantage over excitement. There could be civil war brewing in there...