Post by Lanji Romano on Sept 2, 2006 8:12:43 GMT -5
Lanji had several candles lit in solemn observation of a rite that he had deeply respected and there he was kneeling in front of a cross whispering softly in latin. The soft latin words whispered as Lanji touched his own cross to his forehead and tried to understand for a moment. Why were these people so different then what he had been prepared for? It had been unsettling almost these were human beings they were there was no other way to describe them as diverse as the nonmagical individuals that flooded the Earth. He had seen powerful emotions here and he respected that as he raised his eyes to the ornate oak cross in front of him and whispered another set of latin words. The soft whisper seeming to echo in the room due to the power that was invoked in these words.
To one such as Lanji these words were not merely a test of faith.
They were also a test of strength.
His strength of devotion.
"A cruce salus," came the solemn voice of the Cross Defender.
Lanji was one of the only holy fighters here. He'd have to live with that. Still was spying truly the right thing to be doing? Was the cause truly just in that after all the things that he had so far witnessed coming from this place. He lightly gazed at the ground for a moment as he considered these words. God was forgiving yet if he created life could he have also created magic? Was their more magics that were granted by God? It was something for Lanji to consider as he finally stood and turned out the lights. Picking up something one by one he snuffed out the candles by placing a metal cup over them in that same symbolic gesture that monks used. It was something to be considered that much was certain it was the only way. Still in full armor as he would observe the right he left his helmet in his room and left.
Closing the door behind him a white owl landed on his shoulders who he lightly petted.
"We've got much thinking to do Tacet."
To one such as Lanji these words were not merely a test of faith.
They were also a test of strength.
His strength of devotion.
"A cruce salus," came the solemn voice of the Cross Defender.
Lanji was one of the only holy fighters here. He'd have to live with that. Still was spying truly the right thing to be doing? Was the cause truly just in that after all the things that he had so far witnessed coming from this place. He lightly gazed at the ground for a moment as he considered these words. God was forgiving yet if he created life could he have also created magic? Was their more magics that were granted by God? It was something for Lanji to consider as he finally stood and turned out the lights. Picking up something one by one he snuffed out the candles by placing a metal cup over them in that same symbolic gesture that monks used. It was something to be considered that much was certain it was the only way. Still in full armor as he would observe the right he left his helmet in his room and left.
Closing the door behind him a white owl landed on his shoulders who he lightly petted.
"We've got much thinking to do Tacet."
