[RPG] [FEI][NH] Unwelcome News and a Private Discussion

[Donald Munro]

(OOC: DISCLAIMER: WARNING! The following RP is long... how long you ask? As 
unnecassarily long as this disclaimer is... well... I guess the disclaimer 
isn't unnecessarily long just irritatingly long since you realize it doesn't 
actually say anything useful after you finish reading it... but that's 
beside the point! The writers of this RP (Donald - Phellan/Farrin & Ryan - 
Celina/Gul'Dan (yes, I know he's dead... or is he....)) claim no 
responsibility for you reading this RP or mental trauma caused from such 
action. This previously stated disclaimer also applies to this disclaimer, 
we'd like to disclaim any responsiblity for you reading this, why you still 
are, we'll never know. CAUTION! Results may vary! Being beat up by your late 
friends little sister may or may not actually cause you to halucinate of 
said late friend... DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME! (unless you like it when girls 
beat you up... but we're not going there...) Today's RP is brought to you by 
the letter P (for pawned) and the number 9 (because there's 9 ring-wraiths 
in Lord of the Rings and they'e frickin' cool...). Lord of the Rings and 
ring-wraiths are trademarks of people who aren't us and we didn't have 
permission to use them... when has that stopped us before? If you're eaten 
or attacked by a gazebo after reading this, it's not our fault... they're 
meanlittle buggers! Now, on with the RP!)


Phellan

Leaning heavily on his desk the Inquisitor read the letter over again before 
nodding slightly. His scribe packaged the multiple letters into a case and 
handed them to the waiting Rider who was waiting to begin the long journey 
back north.

Phellan scribbled a short note on a second paper, "William! Come here for a 
moment!" he called out to one of the guards outside his tent. The heavily 
armoured man entered, bowing slightly.

Handing the scribbled note over to his guard, Phellan spoke, "Take this to 
my Cousin, then perpare the men to head to the Shrine tonight. It has been 
long since I communed with Hel and I must preform the ritual undisturbed. 
Only my Cousin and another Council member may disturb me. Is that clear?"

The guard nodded and turned quickly, leaving his commander alone. Sighing 
slightly the Arch Priest turned and wrote a personal note, scribing it in 
his flowing hand and adorning it with his Seal. Looking up at his scribe he 
smiled slightly, "Deliver this to Lady Celina quickly. If she sends a reply 
you will find me at the Shrine to the Gods."

Thus the Inquisitor was left alone, gathering his supplies for the ritual 
and to see if he would find the answers he sought tonight.



Celina

Checking the defences, where she had been for the past day since they'd 
arrived in Paplarmi, Celina sighed as a courier came running up to her.

"Not again", she murmered to herself. Between reports of Soliferum's advance 
and Zonasa moving back to Batesoar, she didn't want to see another damned 
letter.

The courier bowed as he passed the letter to Princess who forced a smile and 
nearly silent, "Thank you". Taking a look at the front of the envelope, 
Celina discovered the Nighthelm official seal, more specifically the one of 
Lord Phellan. Slightly curious now, she opens the letter and traces her eyes 
across the brief words.

"Princess Celina,

The Elder Gods watch over you my Lady. I have recently come across 
information relating to you. However the information I have been given is 
personal and a most delicate matter, thus I wish to meet you in person to 
discuss it away from. . prying eyes and ears.

If this is agreeable I shall be in the Shrine of the Elders tonight. My 
Cousin and our men shall. . ensure there are no unwelcomed guests during our 
discussion.

Phellan

Arch Priest of Nighthelm, Duke of Masahakon, Marshal of the Nighthelm 
Imperial Elite"

Frowning a little, she sighs again. "Always something...", she says to 
herself, shaking her head. Making her way along the lines, she moves towards 
the shrine of the Elders. Noticing the large number of troops defending the 
structure, she frowns. She wasn't concerned about Zonasa attacking 
necassarily, but why so many guards?

As she approached, all the soldiers she passed bowed or saluted but 
continued their rounds immediately after. On her approach, she noticed that 
the shrine reminded her of an extremely large stone gazebo (OOC: If anybody 
asks what it's doing they can have a smack and if you get this joke then you 
can have a cokie )



Entering one of the five doors to the structure, Celina finds Lord Phellan 
kneeling on the floor in front of one of the many statues. Incense burning 
and light being cast from only a few candles in the room, shadows danced 
around him. Taking several steps closer, Celina tries to remain silent.

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Farrin

The stocky and long-haired man watched the Princess proceed through the 
rolling gardens surrounding the large, enclosed stone shrine. He looked over 
the fields, ensuring no other nobles were around. Nodding to several small 
groups of his men Farrin turned, knowing they would block any interlopers 
regardless of rank.

He climbed the stairs up to the main platform of the Shrine and paused, 
knowing that his Cousin had requested privacy. He could hear little once the 
Princess had passed into the inner sanctum of the Shrine, so sighing 
slightly, fearing that this would no doubt be a long night he sat himself 
down on the edge of the platform to wait out his Cousins odd rituals.

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Phellan

Phellan had arrived at the shrine with haste after sending out his letters, 
carrying a small bag of supplies with him. Ordering his men to begin 
securing the compound without too much ruckus he approached one of the local 
priests who cared for the Shrine. After explaining his odd request the 
priest agreed, bowing to the Inquisitor and asking the few worshippers 
gathered to leave the heavily armoured man in peace. Striding into the inner 
sanctum he knelt before the alter in the center of the Room.

The Inquisitor was dressed fully in his respledant armour that depicted his 
rank. He knelt slowly for the armour was encumbering, but he was required to 
wear it for such a ritual. Kneeling he opened the bag and removed his flint 
and tinder, his incense, and 5 offerings -- one for each god.

Striking the flint he lit a small portion of the tinder on fire, using this 
he lit the 5 candles within the room, one before each statue of the Gods 
that rested emplaced within the 5 walls. Then he prepared the offerings.

For Hildr he placed a scrap of his armour that had been damaged in combat, 
for Thor the blades of grass he had gathered from the roads he had 
travelled, for Loki a piece of obsidian, for Hel he cut his hand and dropped 
in his own blood, for she was his mother and bound to her he was. And for 
Odin he placed a simple Raven feather within the offering bowl that was 
located on the Altar. Each bowl was attached to the Altar, across from the 
offerings the statues looked down on the bowls. Kneeling he prayed softly 
for a moment and then took a drink of water to cleanse his body and mind 
before the ritual. It caught in his throat and the Inquisitor coughed 
heavily, spilling water on the rocks before Odins offering. Cursing the 
Inquisitor muttered under his breather about his clumsiness and finished his 
prayer. Standing he walked to the Altar and placed his statue of Hel upon it 
and knelt before her offering and began his prayers. He began his low 
chanting but stopped after a few minutes, the soft sound of footsteps 
entering the hall behind him.

Pausing to see if the individual behind would speak Phellan waited for a 
moment then stood. He removed the heavy ceremonial helm, it's structure 
caused his voice to echo, and while effective for theatrics it did little 
for conversation. He dropped the helmet onto the bag that still layed on the 
floor then turned to address his companion.

"Ah, My Lady. It is good to see you have come to join me tonight, I'm sure 
Lord Senoske would be quite jealous. However I'm afraid my intent in asking 
you here is slightly more pressing a matter than the lack of love life that 
seems to plague poor Senoske."

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Celina

Shaking her head and letting a small laugh out, she offers the man a small 
smile. It had been a rough day for her trying to keep track of 6 armies, 
only one of which she commanded.

"I'm sure he'll get over it", she mused a moment and took a few slow steps 
closer to Phellan in the candlelight. Studying his face for a time before 
speaking again, she takes an amused look around. "Shutting down the shrine 
for privacy, guards to ensure we're not interrupted, candlelight.... so the 
question is, Lord Phellan, what ARE you after? Something personal hardly 
needs this much secrecy, does it?"

Biting her lip a little she laughs and closes her eyes a moment as if 
shaking off a thought. "This almost seems like something King Thraymn would 
do... you must really be taking lessons...." Sighing again, her face settles 
back to a fairly neutral expression. "So... what can I do for you?"

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Phellan



"Well truth be told I am looking to have a private moment with you Lady 
Celina, though not quite what you have in mind I'm sure. I'm afraid armour 
such as this is quite akward to work around -- otherwise I would offer you a 
seat. As for the King's Lessons. . .the Prophet is a great man and he could 
teach me much. However I'm quite sure that you yourself could teach me a few 
things indeed."

He smiled slightly again before hardening his eyes, he shifted 
uncomfortably, betraying his next words.



"However, that is not why we are here. This Ritual is one for. . 
.meditation. Contemplation. For discourse -- normally with oneself or the 
Gods quite obviously. However I think it suits our purpose here. I have been 
informed about some personal information -- relating to your Highness"

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Celina

Celina can't help but roll her eyes at Lord Phellan after he begins. Not 
quite as smooth as Thraymn, but he had the potential. The smirk that had 
spread across her lips slipped away as Phellan finished speaking. Something 
about her?

Her eyes narrowing onto his slightly, she nods. "Something about me?", she 
asks slowly. "You're not going to tell me I'm pregnant with Senoske's child 
or something, are you?"

Realizing he didn't flinch or laugh at her attempt at a joke, she frowns. 
"Something serious then? Well then, what is it?"

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Phellan

The Inquisitor paused for a moment after Lady Celina had asked him her 
question. He contemplated the most delicate way to go about his next few 
lines.

"It seems that Duke Luyten, Arch Priest of Greater Anaelia has family in 
Ikalak. I understand that is where you were stationed during the last few 
years. "



He stopped again a second then continued quickly, "It seems he has 
information pertaining to more than just matters of his own faith. Indeed it 
seems he has some knowledge about your own -- or at least claims to. And if 
there is any such truth to his claims you would understand why these four 
little words may cause . . . troubles within the Realm should they be made 
common knowledge."

Leaning in to the Lady Celina he whispered, barely audible even to him self 
and surely the words struggled to be heard by the Lady, "The Church of 
Nergal."

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Celina

Celina's heart had skipped a beat when Phellan mentioned Ikalak. She'd been 
the for near five years and had a history there, one that some many not 
approve of. As the man leaned in and whispered the name of her Goddess, 
Celina tensed. Not a welcome faith or belief around this part of the world, 
especially in the land of her brother, she was slightly stunned.

Keeping her outward cool, she pulls back slowly from Phellan, her eyes cool 
but her face remaining neutral. "I'm not entirely sure I understand, Lord 
Phellan", she says in a voice that rivals the cool in her eyes. "What 
happens in Ikalak and indeed what I personaly may or may not believe aren't 
the buisness of others unless I decide to share them."

Taking a small step back, she glances around. Ensuring that they were in 
fact alone, she speaks again. "What exactly are you after?"

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Phellan

Watching the effect of his words on the Princess, Phellan carefuly observes 
her cool facade and the tone in her voice that belies the tense 
conversation.

"I think you do understand Princess," turning Phellan paced away slightly, 
"While indeed as Arch Priest of Nighthelm and even an Inquisitor of the 
Order -- you of course know my rank I hope, it is not my place to tell 
others how to worship. Indeed should no laws be broken --those of the Realm 
and of the Order, I have little reason to make such beliefs my business."

Turning he glanced at the Princess, monitoring her reactions. He continued 
slowly, "However, some are not as . . .even handed nor understanding as I. 
This issue could prove to divide many within the Realm. Or could incure 
further ire against the Realm for harbouring an individual who would. . 
.choose a faith as you have. As for what I am after. . . that depends 
partially on you My Lady. I desire an amiable solution to this. But at the 
same time I am interested in knowing more of what you believe and why. My 
curiosity I am afraid will get the better of me here, but that again is part 
of what I do, so I shall ask if it is not too intrusive."

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Celina

Celina's face is a cycle of anger, guardedness and something resembling a 
dumbfounded shock as Phellan speaks. As he finishes, she nearly sputters a 
moment. Biting on her tongue a moment she turns away from him.

"I come to help, to fight for Nighthelm... give myself to the people and you 
would question my beliefs?" Her voice turns angry as she turns around to 
face him again. "Do you even... I mean... do you know anything about Nergal? 
About Ikalak? About Luyten? You're going out of your way to cover this up 
though... why? Surely it's something beyond your concern for what others 
think... nobody in Nighthelm has had that concern for a long time, it's 
what's made it great.... so what is this about... really?"

Hoping her anger and retaliation to turn this back on him had gotten her at 
least a little off the hook, her eyes lock onto his in a dark staring match.

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Phellan

The furious gaze of the Princess was enough to rattle the Inquisitor, her 
words striking home. He was appalled that she would go this far, and her 
ungratefulness towards his actions angered him considerably as he lashed 
back.

"I care deeply about your beliefs your highness,"His spoke the words 
dripping with sarcasm, "less you forget that we have fought such demonic 
scum as the Requiem for many years here. Your brother struggled against such 
filth and to think that you would embrace one as a God after all the horrors 
inflicted upon Fredrick and your brother. . .you betray his memory with such 
beliefs."

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Celina

The weight of Phellan's last words struck Celina harder than any wound she'd 
received in her life. Staggering a little as she took a step back, the anger 
in her face was replaced with a an expression surpassing shock. Her face 
struggling to keep composure of any kind, it's evident to Phellan that she's 
trying to lash out at him again but failing to find words. Her eyes fill 
with tears and she turns slowly from him.

Her voice comes out choked when it does, her words hardly audiable, "I'm 
sorry I'm not him..."

Shaking, obvious even under her armour, she turns back towards him slowly. A 
tear rolling down her face, her eyes lock onto Phellan's again, pained 
rather than angry. "We're the same blood, the same strength and resolve... 
most of the same principles... but I'm not him... I can't replace him and I 
can't ever be what everyone wants.. I can't bring him back and I can't....." 
Her voice cuts off and she lowers her eyes.

"What I believe doesn't matter if it's not what HE believed...", she motions 
with her hand towards the symbol of Nighthelm on her armour. As her eyes 
once again meet Phellan's, she shakes her head. "What do you want from me? I 
can't change who I am..."

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Phellan

He stopped in his advance as she staggered under the weight of his words, 
the fury raged and was replaced as it faltered by guilt. This was just a 
young woman after all. . . so many expectations about her based off her 
brother.

He considered her words carefully a look of uneasy guilt evident on his 
face. He had not meant to upset her so. This conversation was going to Hel 
and he knew it. . .

"By the Gods . . . this is not. . . wait Princess. I did not . . ." he 
reached out to comfort the princess, touching her arm as she faced mostly 
away from him.

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Celina

Surprised by the touch, having been too distracted to hear him walk up, 
Celina flinched and reacted instinctively. Her elbow flew backwards and 
connected solidly with Phellan's stomach, the sound of armour against armour 
echoing through the shrine.

As a second quick reaction, she spun away form him, pushing on his chest 
with her other hand, putting distance between herself and her 'attacker'. 
Her eyes widened slightly as she realized what she'd just done and she 
reached for him but it was too late, he was toppling backwards from the 
suddenness and location of the blows.

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Phellan

The heavy and quick array of blows knocked Phellan backwards, his heavy 
armour slowing his reflexes as he'd hardly been expecting such violent 
reactions from Celina.

He stepped backwards quickly, seeking firm footing. His feet found the stone 
but it was slick with the spilled water he had dropped earlier in the night, 
the metal greaves skidded on the wet stone and he lost all his footing. The 
Arch Priest flew back, an ungraceful backwards swan dive that ended with the 
side of his head connecting firmly with the Altar and Odin's offering. The 
bowl flew up into the air and the man landed with a firm and ringingly 
clang. He lay unmoving upon the ground, the disturbed Raven's feather slowly 
floating down to rest on his chest.

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Celina

"No!", Celina cries out in horror as Phellan's head connects with the stone. 
Rushing forward, she quickly drops to her knees and leans over to check to 
see if the man's still breathing. After several painful seconds, which seem 
to take forever, he draws a slow and pained breath but was alive for the 
moment. Taking a look around, Celina hoped none of the guards had heard the 
little event.

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Farrin

Farrin leaned lazily against the stone wall of the Gazebo. However his 
interested was peaked, rousing him from his hazed rest, as shouting echoed 
from within the Shrine. He couldn't quite make out the words but he got the 
intent.

Stepping into the Shrine he wondered exactly what his Cousin could've 
possibly done to the Princess to cause such a tirade. . .then a loud clang 
echoed out and chuckled to himself. Perhaps Phellan was being slightly more 
forward with the Princess than Farrin was use to seeing from the man. He 
turned the corner and walked in calmly to see his cousin prone on the ground 
looking quite dead with the Princess leaning over him.

He coughed slightly and mustered the most charming smile he could, "So my 
Princess. . . need help with disposing of the body?"



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Celina

Shocked to hear Farrin's voice, she looked up. Not sure what to say, she 
looked back down at the unconcious man she had craddled on the floor. 
Debating whether to move him or not, she's more surprised by what words come 
out of his mouth next.

"Gul'Dan.....?", the unconcous man mutters half-coherently. Looking at him a 
little confused, Celina tries to wake him.....

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*Meanwhile, in Phellan's head....*





Phellan groans a little as he regains himself. The hard stone of the floor 
is the first thing he feels followed closely by...sunlight? Slightly 
confused, he opens an eye to find an armoured boot in front of him. As he 
opens the other, he can see the edge of another. Sure that Celina was 
hovering over him, he began to rise and try to talk her back to calmness. 
His voice caught in his throat as a hand came down to help him up. A large, 
well-armoured hand reached down and grasped his wrist. As his eyes moved up 
the hand and arm, he saw a familiar face, a smiling face of Gul'Dan.

Letting out a small laugh, Gul'Dan releases the man's wrist and takes a step 
back.

"Am I dead? That's what you're asking yourself, isn't it? Luckily for you, 
my friend, you're not quite, though if anyone finds out you let a 110 pound 
girl beat you up, you might wish you were." Gul'Dan smirked at Phellan and 
motioned around at the fields they were alone in, unmistakably the field of 
Idoal where Gul'Dan had died.

"Not quite where I'd wanted to spend all my time, not in block-throwing 
range of Zonasa... " Adding quickly at the end of his sentence he smirks, 
"Tell Senoske that was a good idea by the way.... "

Noticing that Phellan was simply staring at him still, Gul'Dan lets out 
another laugh. "Why are you here if you're not dead? Well, I'm closer than 
you think and I figured you needed a little help. True my sister isn't of 
the purest of faiths, but she does do what she feels is right.... that and 
she would do anything she needed to for Nighthelm.... beyond that it's up to 
you and her what she can do to help our people... your people..... Give her 
a bit of a break..." Chuckling, Gul'Dan notices Phellan's head. "It looks 
like she gave you one already...."

Sighing a little, Gul'Dan continues. "Being even-handed doesn't mean 
agreeing, it means understanding no matter what... it's hard. Not everyone 
in Nighthelm follows the Elders... don't like it or agree with it, but 
understand and accept it. Don't let her off the hook but don't push her.. 
she has enough to deal with as it is...."

Taking a step towards Phellan, Gul'Dan smirks. "Looks like it's time for you 
to go back.... I don't pity the headache you'll have when you wake up... 
Patience and understanding...."

Laughing a little, Gul'Dan shakes his head. "Oh Celina..." Taking a step 
closer to Phellan, Gul'Dan pulls a hand up. "This is so you remember..."

As the back of his hand swings down and connects with the side of Phellan's 
face, his eyes close to brace from the blow. The blow feels slighlty less 
gauntleted and lighter than he'd expected as his head turns from the hit. As 
his eyes open and focus, he sees Celina crouching over him, a deep look of 
concern on her face.

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Farrin



Farrin watched as Celina straddled his older Cousin, the Princess shaking 
the heavily armoured man. Amused by the comical scene he watched a few 
moments as she began to slap him. An audible groan came from the man and 
Farrin shrugged slightly and smiled, knowing this would be a story he could 
hang over his Cousins head for quite some time.

He turned and walked out of the room chuckling.

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Phellan

Phellan awoke groggily, several more slaps raining down before he was 
conscious enough to groan and open his eyes. "

"Gul'Dan. . . patience. . understanding" he paused long between each word, 
seeking to find the memories of the strange dream. He looked up at the 
Princess and then at the Altar of Odin. He questioned exactly which God it 
was that had managed to get him between her legs quite so quickly, then 
figured that if it wasn't Loki than perhaps the strange appirition of 
Gul'Dan had so placed him in such an unforseen place.

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Celina

A relieved smile spreads across her face as his eyes open. Leaning over, she 
plants a kiss on his forehead. Offering him a small smile, she rises to her 
feet and offers him her hand.

"You're not as solid as you look...", she murmers under the look he's giving 
her.

Taking a look at his head, she winces. Somehow, she didn't think their 
discussion was over either, but mabye she'd earned a reprieve.

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Phellan

He smiled softly at her as she smiled and offered to help him up, reaching 
up he took her hand as he spoke softly.

"Just caught me a little offguard my lady. Perhaps at a later date I will 
have a chance to prove how solid I can be for you."

He shook his head slightly a wave of naseau washing over him. He smiled 
weakly again at her.

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Celina

Giving the man a solid, stead tug, she helps pull him to his feet. Helping 
steady him as he wobbles a little, she winces and offers a meek, apologetic 
smile.

"You surprised me too... I didn't hear you come up.... reflex.... I wouldn't 
have... I mean... I was mad but....." Trailing off she gives up trying to 
defend the hit. Making sure he could stand on his own feet, she takes a step 
back.

"Time for you to go rest?", she asks obvoiusly hopeful that the previous 
topic was being dropped in lieu of his injury.

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Phellan

Standing he wobbled a little as the Princess backed away. Phellan started to 
speak then waited for Celina to finish.

"No, it is my fault. I should not have let myself get angry with you. None 
of this is your fault." He paused slightly and sighed looking weary. "Your 
faith is your own business Princess. So long as you do not break the law of 
the Realm I will do all I can . . .

within the Order and as the Judge to ensure that it remains your own 
business. That is my concern, I worry for your safety and that our enemies 
may use this information against you. That is why I asked you here, to 
inform you of this threat. And to offer my aid however you may find it."

He paused, remembering an odd suggestion from a dream almost. The words 
reminded him of something Gul'Dan would say, "I may not agree with your 
beliefs, but I assure you they are yours to keep and none may tell you 
otherwise. If you wish to speak more of what you believe I am interested in 
hearing, for perhaps we can find some common ground in our faiths. "

Finally breathing for a moment Phellan spoke again a sad note to his voice, 
"Your brother was a great man, strong in faith, strong in strength of arms. 
I have seen nothing to make me think you are not the same. "

"I am your friend," the Inquisitor knelt slowly, his head throbbing and his 
balance barely kept, "Princess, upon your brothers blood I give my oath to 
Hel. Protect Nighthelm and her people with honour, integrity and dignity I 
shall stand by you regardless of Faith until I am struck down."

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Celina

Celina's voice catches in her throat again, this time from a different kind 
of surprise. Hesitating a moment, her hand shaking, she reaches to rest a 
hand on the kneeling man's head. Crouching slowly, her hand glides from the 
top of his head to the side of his face as she reaches his level, looking 
him in the eye.

"Then stand", she whispers with a smile and moves to help the man up again.

Helping him stand again, she moves to put one hof his arms around her 
shoulders to help him out of the shrine. "I'll have the men gather your 
things.... I need you rested and ready to lead... ready to do what we must 
for our people..."

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Phellan

Phellan nodded slightly and let the Princess lead him out of the Shrine, 
"Thank you Princess."

He smiled slightly. He could have sworn though he heard the striking of 
metal against stone as they left the sanctuary.

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Farrin

Farrin leaned hard against the wall, overhearing the words his Cousin and 
the Princess spoke to each other. Farrin tightly gripped one of his daggers 
as the Arch Priest spoke his oath He remember the oath Phellan had spoken to 
him before he left, very similiar to the one now. How he had promised to 
protect his love and child.

"How he had failed in that promise," Farrin murmered bitterly.

He dug the dagger into his palm, the pain over riding the pain that he felt 
within. As the two walked out fo the Shrine he let out a low growling scream 
and hurled the Knife into the far wall. He then stormed out the back side of 
the Temple running far away, to find himself deep in the woods.