Maziken
Stygian Sundays-Theme: Darfari Investigation-Time: 9 PM EST: May 3rd, 2009
Stygian Sundays
Time: 9pm EST-6pm PST
Location:Purple Lotus Swamp
Theme: Darfari Investigation
The Celebration of a Birth
Maziken had prepared much of the week for the celebration. He made sure that the servants of the temple cleaned the marble floors and polished the statue of the Goddess. He had them prepare several tables for the refreshments and retrieve a few bottles of wine from Nebyet's cellars. He meticulously put together his gift for the mother and child, wrapping it in fine, deep violet silks.
The day had finally come and the hour was near. He stood near the entrance to Nebyet, waiting to greet any that would come help honour this mother and child. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Sybaryss approaching. She carried a small basket at her side, a smile written across her lips. Maziken returned her smile and looked curiously to her basket before he saw the little bundle of wolf pelts inside.
"Are we all prepared for tonight, Syb?" he asked with a bit of excitement.
Stygian Sundays-Theme: Celebration of a Birth-Time: 9 PM EST: April 26th, 2009
[b]Stygian Sundays
Time: 9pm EST-6pm PST
Location:Temple of Derketo in Nebyet
Theme: Celebration of Baby Boo
Letters, notices and parcels
The young Mitran priestess smiles as she tacks up a notice on the Keep wall and peruses it one last time for any spelling errors. She places it next to the one asking Invictans to keep looking for any sight or sound of Caradoc.
~Brethren and Sistren of Invicta, be it known that the Petals of Derketo will no longer conduct any ..Rituals..with you. They apparently were under the mistaken impression that we do not take out contracts on them and are offended to find that is not so. Rejoice! For now your coin will not be wasted. For those that have genuine religious needs, perhaps seek out the Imam Maziken for his recommendations.~
Conflicted Loyalties (Pt 1)
Awareness came slowly, as he awoke from his slumber and his senses gave their jumbled report about the world around him. The sleep sand was thick in his eyes and he lifted a hand to wipe it away. He became aware of the chill in the early morning air as it kissed his naked form and the warmth of the woman against him; her head resting on his chest, the bangs of her hair teasing his skin, her leg entwined with his, her arm across his waist, her entire posture even in sleep, staking a silent claim that he couldn’t argue. The soft smell of her perfume lingered as she still slept, silently.
