{ Townsday, 20th of Lightshine }
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A group of three led by Marek would travel to the lesser grand shrine little ways from Storm's Landing for a lecture of divines. It was the dark of night that the group would arrive, prompting Cymic to seek the banner devoted to Jax. Upon arrival, he would note it were in ruins. He fell to his knee and began to pray aloud.
"Jax, i praise ye' high, fer ye' 'ave shown me wha' true luck looks like. Ye' 'ave bestowed upon me wealth, mirth, an' now.. Yer blessin' of good fortune whenever i desire. But i seek.. Insight. Why is it i who would be sought out in yer favor? Noneth'less, i shall use it in yer name. I am devout ta' ye'. I shall defend yer name. Yer shrine lays in ruin.. It is me priority ta' stop any who would oppose th' teachins' of Jax, an' i shall do jus' tha'. Nothin' ventured, nothin' gained."
{ Fireday, 24th of Lightshine }
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He'd find himself stopped at the Shrine of Luck, having been on his way to the palace. Few people walked the streets as it was dark and quiet. Wind whipped at his ears, tugging the fur cloak around him tighter, he set down a pair of golden dice.
"God of Chance, I trusted Boetius Forehorn, a man who has not let me down an' he brought victor'eh. I gambled sendin' Boetius out t'ere against Asher Wise, an' i profited greatl'eh. in few days time the trial coms', i admit it is rushed. Th' twisted prince jus' wants to go home. If he is to be decided guilt'eh, i shall 'ave him be chosen by chance, regardless. I do not want to maim him, but justice must com'.. Or must it? Please sway th' dice, for his fate relies on luck. Nothin' ventured, nothin' gained."
{ Waterday, 30th of Lightshine }
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Cymic murmured under his breath a very short prayer, muffled under his helm. He stood infront of Asmarious, their weapons drawn for a duel to the death.
"Jax, i've been challenged.. An honor duel to th' death. I request ye' ta' lend me luck if it is i who should prevail. Your bet would not be ill-placed. Nothin' ventured, nothin' gained."
{ Fireday, 8th of Sunbright }
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The carriage to the Compendium gently bumped along the trail as he murmured a private prayer.
"Jax.. I've been sought a guest to the council of lords, to be seated around others of great importance and i intend to push fer unity of Austurmere, an' so i hope to exercise yer charm wit' me words, tha' i may bargain on th' behalf of th' peoples we migh' stand togeth'r against th' threat of th' unholy, an' wit' tha' i pray nothin' ventured, nothin' gained."
{ Fireday, 14th of Sunbright }
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He brushed a flower petal from his shoulder, stumbling along the path. He muttered as he stared against the grass as his high had yet to falter. He could swear Jax was with him.
"Forgive me, Jax, fer almos' knockin' Trystan's face off at th' flow'r festival t'day.. He's a fellow worshipp'r if i recall, an' me reasons be poor. He nev'r succeeded in his attacks on Halbed, so i should 'ave 'ad littl' to complain abou'. Perhaps i should lighten up on th' lad, wouldn' hurt to give in to chance. Nothin' ventured n' nothin' gained."
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{ Sunderday, 25th of Ghostmoon }
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Cymic rubbed his cheek at the marks left from having slept on a bench fifteen minutes prior that he was now sitting up against. He was in a Mockingbay home, and could smell something delicious cooking for breakfast as he pondered on last nights dream. He took a deep breath, leaning forward as he began to pray quietly.
".. Me god, I hear yer words ver'eh clearl'eh.. Now i request ye' would hear mine.. Yer will is law to me. .." He'd suppress a yawn, clearing his throat. "It will be carried out, no matt'r me chances as it is a risk i am willin' ta' take as i am a gambl'r at heart .. but it almost seems people are abandonin' th' gods. Jax, me chances are slim here. Th' councils chances are slim here. I shall continue to spread yer worship to all i may, Him of Luck, but i cannot rid of th' evils n' heretics all on me own as ye' have warned. In t'ss time, all of us require yer luck. But uh.. Nothin' Ventured, Nothin' Gained."
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A group of three led by Marek would travel to the lesser grand shrine little ways from Storm's Landing for a lecture of divines. It was the dark of night that the group would arrive, prompting Cymic to seek the banner devoted to Jax. Upon arrival, he would note it were in ruins. He fell to his knee and began to pray aloud.
"Jax, i praise ye' high, fer ye' 'ave shown me wha' true luck looks like. Ye' 'ave bestowed upon me wealth, mirth, an' now.. Yer blessin' of good fortune whenever i desire. But i seek.. Insight. Why is it i who would be sought out in yer favor? Noneth'less, i shall use it in yer name. I am devout ta' ye'. I shall defend yer name. Yer shrine lays in ruin.. It is me priority ta' stop any who would oppose th' teachins' of Jax, an' i shall do jus' tha'. Nothin' ventured, nothin' gained."
{ Fireday, 24th of Lightshine }
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He'd find himself stopped at the Shrine of Luck, having been on his way to the palace. Few people walked the streets as it was dark and quiet. Wind whipped at his ears, tugging the fur cloak around him tighter, he set down a pair of golden dice.
"God of Chance, I trusted Boetius Forehorn, a man who has not let me down an' he brought victor'eh. I gambled sendin' Boetius out t'ere against Asher Wise, an' i profited greatl'eh. in few days time the trial coms', i admit it is rushed. Th' twisted prince jus' wants to go home. If he is to be decided guilt'eh, i shall 'ave him be chosen by chance, regardless. I do not want to maim him, but justice must com'.. Or must it? Please sway th' dice, for his fate relies on luck. Nothin' ventured, nothin' gained."
{ Waterday, 30th of Lightshine }
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Cymic murmured under his breath a very short prayer, muffled under his helm. He stood infront of Asmarious, their weapons drawn for a duel to the death.
"Jax, i've been challenged.. An honor duel to th' death. I request ye' ta' lend me luck if it is i who should prevail. Your bet would not be ill-placed. Nothin' ventured, nothin' gained."
{ Fireday, 8th of Sunbright }
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The carriage to the Compendium gently bumped along the trail as he murmured a private prayer.
"Jax.. I've been sought a guest to the council of lords, to be seated around others of great importance and i intend to push fer unity of Austurmere, an' so i hope to exercise yer charm wit' me words, tha' i may bargain on th' behalf of th' peoples we migh' stand togeth'r against th' threat of th' unholy, an' wit' tha' i pray nothin' ventured, nothin' gained."
{ Fireday, 14th of Sunbright }
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He brushed a flower petal from his shoulder, stumbling along the path. He muttered as he stared against the grass as his high had yet to falter. He could swear Jax was with him.
"Forgive me, Jax, fer almos' knockin' Trystan's face off at th' flow'r festival t'day.. He's a fellow worshipp'r if i recall, an' me reasons be poor. He nev'r succeeded in his attacks on Halbed, so i should 'ave 'ad littl' to complain abou'. Perhaps i should lighten up on th' lad, wouldn' hurt to give in to chance. Nothin' ventured n' nothin' gained."
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{ Sunderday, 25th of Ghostmoon }
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Cymic rubbed his cheek at the marks left from having slept on a bench fifteen minutes prior that he was now sitting up against. He was in a Mockingbay home, and could smell something delicious cooking for breakfast as he pondered on last nights dream. He took a deep breath, leaning forward as he began to pray quietly.
".. Me god, I hear yer words ver'eh clearl'eh.. Now i request ye' would hear mine.. Yer will is law to me. .." He'd suppress a yawn, clearing his throat. "It will be carried out, no matt'r me chances as it is a risk i am willin' ta' take as i am a gambl'r at heart .. but it almost seems people are abandonin' th' gods. Jax, me chances are slim here. Th' councils chances are slim here. I shall continue to spread yer worship to all i may, Him of Luck, but i cannot rid of th' evils n' heretics all on me own as ye' have warned. In t'ss time, all of us require yer luck. But uh.. Nothin' Ventured, Nothin' Gained."
(entire format creds to BoredBrit)
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