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boxofmisfits2022-01-16 06:16 pm
pained_expression) wrote in boxofmisfits2022-01-16 06:16 pm
Receiving Her Grace
Proselytizing is slow, but satisfying work.
In each settlement he visited, there was almost always someone intrigued by his worship. Many watched as outsiders. Some approached openly. Others held quiet desire in their hearts. He developed a sense for which were holding themselves back for fear of other's rejection, or their own limitations. He did his best to find some way to address them while seemingly speaking to another, or while praying. To leave them a gift or invitation.
But small settlements and chance encounters on the road were not enough. Despite the risks of walking openly in Andrastean territory, he was drawn toward the cities of the Free Marches. Kirkwall in particular had an... oddly compelling air to it. It was both a cosmopolitan port and a pit of repressive sorrows. And the mages he had met on the road had warned him away, for the Chantry there was particularly dangerous.
But he would not be swayed. A place of great suffering held promise for a follower of Loviatar. There would be those in need of her love, and perhaps, new intricacies of pain to experience.
He walked the streets, heedless of the shocked looks garnered by his appearance. Among the Andrasteans, it was safer to be bold and unashamed... but discreet about the magic that his faith had fostered within him.
And yet the city was overwhelming. There were people in need of ministration everywhere. Where to begin?
In each settlement he visited, there was almost always someone intrigued by his worship. Many watched as outsiders. Some approached openly. Others held quiet desire in their hearts. He developed a sense for which were holding themselves back for fear of other's rejection, or their own limitations. He did his best to find some way to address them while seemingly speaking to another, or while praying. To leave them a gift or invitation.
But small settlements and chance encounters on the road were not enough. Despite the risks of walking openly in Andrastean territory, he was drawn toward the cities of the Free Marches. Kirkwall in particular had an... oddly compelling air to it. It was both a cosmopolitan port and a pit of repressive sorrows. And the mages he had met on the road had warned him away, for the Chantry there was particularly dangerous.
But he would not be swayed. A place of great suffering held promise for a follower of Loviatar. There would be those in need of her love, and perhaps, new intricacies of pain to experience.
He walked the streets, heedless of the shocked looks garnered by his appearance. Among the Andrasteans, it was safer to be bold and unashamed... but discreet about the magic that his faith had fostered within him.
And yet the city was overwhelming. There were people in need of ministration everywhere. Where to begin?