sacredpath | pc: euphausia

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I'm not sure.

[a little sad at that. maybe she shouldn't be, but she doesn't really try to fight it.]

Shar would want to destroy it, because it belonged to Selûne. My understanding is that he had a daughter who died, and in his grief he turned to Lady Shar. There may not be sense in it at all, only Lady Shar's will.

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trifocal

Because of grief...? Could Shar do something to help his daughter?

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sacredpath

[hmmm.]

That's not really her way. People come to her to take away their pain, but she seldom gives them a reason for happiness.

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trifocal

That... seems quite sad. Both to deal with grief in such a way, and that one's pain might be so great that they would be tempted to do so...

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sacredpath

[that's sort of what sharran faith is about, though.]

He is not a good man. As I said, he even abandoned Lady Shar. Found a God who would promise to resurrect the girl, though in what state she would be - some undead thrall - I do not know.

[nah man it's just isobel.]

Whether I return to the living or not, I know my companions will see him defeated and his grip on the land destroyed. I only - [she trails off a bit. as silly as it is, she wants to know what happened to the inn.] I hope they find everyone who was missing.

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trifocal

I hope so, too. Both for his defeat, and for those people...

And for you to return, as well.

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sacredpath

Thank you. But let’s get out of here.

[except oops maybe they accidentally wander through eupha’s memory.]

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trifocal

Right...

[ oh nooo it would be so terrible if we happened to blunder into another memory... so here we go.

Accompanied by near-strangers, you make your way through the temple. Past the halls of weathered stone, you pass through a gray-walled jungle shrouded in vines and grass and bits of debris that litter the floor, following a path on the ground where footsteps have worn away the foliage. This, you know, is the path that other priestesses have walked on their pilgrimages.

At last, the final door is in sight. Beyond it is the altar where the Dragon God should lie dormant in its vessel. Here, you will perform the ritual. You will take the vessel, release the dragon from it, and offer your very life to it.

Once the sacrifice is complete, the village will be saved. However...

( ... also, the little floating particles in the air? You can 100% see them. They are everywhere. ) ]

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sacredpath

[woooooooow eupha.... maybe she shouldn't watch the whole thing to the end, but it's very cool.

beautiful to see her confront the lie, the ruin of her entire life's purpose, but find meaning in deciding to continue to live.

it's a different journey than her own. they both put their faith in someone who let them down, but she doubts she will find a version of whatever shar is that's worth continuing to believe in, that lets her have a purpose other than...tragedy, death, just as eupha's very sexy friend said.]

...I'm glad to know it ended that way.

[even if she died eventually.]

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trifocal

[ her friend is truly so sexy.

it's strange to watch all of that from an outside perspective... but she manages a smile. ]

... I am, too. I never would have thought I had it in me.

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sacredpath

I would hardly have doubted you.

[...]

I'm rather glad you didn't die there. But I do understand. Changing from one's purpose isn't easy.

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trifocal

It's both terrifying and exhilarating, to suddenly have no notion of what the future may hold.

[ except that she died anyway ]

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sacredpath

True.

[she can understand that very well.]

But I like the purpose you chose for yourself.

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trifocal

[ a warm smile at that. ]

Are you still thinking about what your purpose should be?

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sacredpath

I have to admit, if it isn't Shar, then I don't truly know.

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trifocal

But the unknown is not such a bad thing. Is it?

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sacredpath

Maybe it isn't.

[she'll reluctantly agree to that.]

But I think you understand... it's frightening all the same, not to know what awaits, even if what you thought would await was perilous.

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trifocal

[ a nod. ]

I realize that I am younger than you, and we may end up walking different paths, but if you would ever like someone to talk to about this, even if it is simply to speak of anxieties and frustrations, my door is open.

[ even more so now that her roommate is dead ig ]