Hope Unlooked For

As Tiffanie slept she felt a distant compulsion, a desire to leave the temple and journey into the oncoming snowstorm. Something was calling for her, something just on the edge of consciousness. She easily could resist it, should she desire to, but there was something familiar, something from before she took her vows.

Typhon grabbed her axe and quietly left the group to see where this compulsion was to take her. Before stepping out in the snowstorm, Typhon pulled the winter cloak closer around her. With eyes closed for a moment, Typhon sensed the direction she need to follow, and then walked off toward it. Continue reading “Hope Unlooked For”

A Visitor and a Friend

The Uzec Temple was small, but beautiful. The High Priestess with the Baron and other locals support were doing their best to upgrade it and the local shrines as well. Tiffanie could see why Jocelyn was reluctant to leave. Over a hundred clerics, deacons, lay clergy and others throughout the barony depended on her presence now that the old priest was gone. It was a huge responsibility. Supplicants came daily and kept Jocelyn very busy. Continue reading “A Visitor and a Friend”

A Second Dream

With a letter sent off to Primel, Jocelyn and Typhon planned their trip to Derrien. As the evening wore on, the Temple bells rang. Jocelyn kissed Typhon on the cheek and Typhon kissed Jocelyn’s hand, and they parted. Typhon knew the Sister needed to prepare her Temple for evening prayer.

Typhon had learned that all the rage, both his, his spirit totem, and even Khord’s were calm when Jocelyn was there. With her absence, the rage returned, and like before she sat on edge, like bonfire ready to consume everything around her. Rumors of bounty hunters returning to find her had reached Typhon’s ears. Between that and the Tyaanite enemies, nothing felt truly safe – save when she heard Jocelyn’s voice. Continue reading “A Second Dream”

From Friendship to Courtship

At Uzec’s Temple of Aarith, Jocelyn and Typhon (Tiffanie) walked together in the garden. The trees leaves were brilliantly colored and the air nice and cool. Taking a bench together, Jocelyn looked at Typhon and said, “my friend, I believe an act of evil, hatred toward someone long, long gone has rebounded into an accidental good. A good I have prayed upon every day and every night since our discussion in the Temple
Apartment’s kitchen. The day you turned from temptation and took a different road. Now, after you told me what the His Holiness the Patriarch said to you in you initiation, everything makes sense. If it is your wish, we can ask the Bishop for permission to court.” Continue reading “From Friendship to Courtship”