<strong>Jayne &amp; Will - Temple of Fharlang</strong><br/><br/>The Priest was surprised by the generous offering and bowed his head respectively, quickly moving to the company of the other priests. With one already rushing off towards the village's food store, it seemed that the folks at the temple were likely to benefit from the donation shortly. All of that was quieted down for Jayne however, as her mind quieted to prayer.<br/><br/>For many people, Gods were distant and uncaring, though their acts could be sometimes seen in large parts of the world. They were not always able or willing to help people, as a stern teaching sometimes went on that people had to help one another and help themselves, but there were people to whom the Gods whispered. Whether a priest with true conviction or a knight in service of the divine, sometimes, a prayer was answered.<br/><br/>Jayne's quiet prayer was interrupted with a loud crack of thunder in the clear sky, rumbling over the island like a warning that it was not entirely calm yet. Her sight did not reach into her surroundings for a moment however, but as if watching something through a reflection in the water, there was movement. Tall towers, soldiers in armor, weapons being forged. Man seated on the throne with the crown on his head, elegant golden piece with simple but yet arcane touch to it, with dark rubies embedded. There was a flash of flame and there was ruin, burning towns, people impaled on pikes and screams as black sailed ships set ashore, and the king's throat was cut, the throne taken from him by a woman with blue hair and elven litheness.<br/><br/>The reflection shifted to an island, repeating a similar scene, only the woman leading what appeared to be tough sailors and surrounded by wealth, even people in chains. Shifting yet on to show the large chamber painted crimson by blood, the woman pale with a sword ran through her, and a tall muscular barbarian pulling the crown from her dying grasp, setting it on his head and letting out a battlecry.<br/><br/>This repeated itself, until a dozen owners had gained the crown, grown in power and wealth, and met an unfortunate end.<br/><br/>The last image however, showed a young boy and a girl, slaves in rags, digging through stones and the boy lifting a crown from amidst the stones. Before he could try it on, a large scimitar struck from just beyond sight range, and the vision clouded, a gloved hand reaching out to lift the crown. What could be felt to the paladin was something so sickeningly evil there were few things as bad as that.<br/><br/>The image was of a tall knight in silver armor, but with the image of the sun god tarnished in blood and severed heads impaled on the blackened shoulderplates of the once glorious suit, hooks and blades attached to the suit of full plate mail that the figure wore, setting the crown on its sturdy helmet. The girl screaming and trying to wake the boy on the ground, the scimitar once more coming down with a sickening sound of bones breaking. Being lifted, the vision fading.<br/><br/>Within the temple grounds, the simple soup had come now accompanied with fresh bread, the soup itself still being served but alongside the rest of the meal, one of the robed priests pouring people water, another seeming to serve each a bit of good, cooked meat and a cup of ale, careful to not let anyone take another's place. The third priest speaking a bit behind them encouragingly.<br/><br/>"The road leads us to places we may not expect but each road serves a purpose, no matter how worn and forgotten a road may seem, how distant any destination, its the road that we keep travelling, and how we face it, that shows who we are. Through harsh times we survive and stand, and as this storm is fading I call upon you all to remember. All are welcome to the Temple in time of need, but we call upon those who can volunteer their strength to help rebuild."<br/><br/>Looking around, the storm had done a number on the town's roofs, here and there, but it looked like it might be soon fixed. Perhaps.<br/><br/>Will had been offered his share of the simple soup, the bread and meat, as well as a cup of ale, a gesture by the clergy as he waited for his companion.<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/><strong>Horo - Mischief at the Docks</strong><br/><br/>The man had come down to the docks to lift up a barrel to carry it aboard before noticing Horo and listening to her a bit confused. The man was strong and looked like he had been at sea a while, with a good bronzed tan and firm body, looking at Horo's exposed leg he seemed to hesitate but soon cleared his throat. "I apologise miss, but if you have trouble here you should talk to the harbormaster. Captain doesn't really like any of her crew being late to departure and I have no clue where to look for your clothes... despite how tempting an offer might be."<br/><br/>The man did appear to believe Horo, but he held a strong loyalty to another, a loyalty that didn't permit that many mistakes. Miss the ship, and he would be out of pay up until the ship came back again, if he even had a job aboard it when it did.<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/><strong>Sheva &amp; Sachi</strong><br/><br/>The ship had to wait a fair share of time before everything was ready and loaded, but eventually the ship set sail. The island they were heading to lay 2 days journey away, but the skies were clear in the horizon they were heading to. Behind them, the skies were darkening quickly however, and though the last storm had only just ended it seemed another would be on its way. While Moth could outrun the storm, for a while, it might landlock them for a while once they did set the anchor down.<br/><br/>Aboard the vessel, the Captain was greeted by her First Mate in a brief, serious salute. Looking over at the Redhead, the crew stared a bit curious, but waiting the captain and her companions to tell what to expect.<br/><br/>Sachi could find herself being stared at by more than a few crew members though, seeming to be quite curious about the scarlet haired woman. Even the First Mate seemed to have an eye on the woman, a bit puzzled look showing before the first mate turned full attention to the captain. "Everything is ready and we can set sail immediately, if everyone that should be here is here."<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>((OOC: Sorry for 'Interrupt' Kate, but felt it would be wise to have the crew greet the Captain and her companions rather than setting them all to sail right away. Though I'll assume everyone makes it to ship on time))