<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><br/>Why not indulge herself?  She had been good, been devout, kept the faith, resisted the potential moral pitfall of consorting with a married couple despite the fact that they seemed to desire it.  There was no reason she couldn't... nay... that she shouldn't indulge herself a little in just a mote of luxury.  Even as she pulled the thin fabric over her head, feeling the frisson run through her body as the comfortable air in the room caressed her form, playing across the few droplets of water on her skin, she felt all right with this simple choice.  Lucille had heard that some sects of Pelor ALWAYS greeted the sun completely skyclad, and while it was not one that her order practiced, it wasn't heretical to do so.<br/><br/>She threw open the window and stepped back into the room, feeling the fresh cool air from outside curling in slowly, almost lazily.  Despite being a trained warrior, a paladin of Pelor, she moved with grace and ease and she quickly folded her legs beneath her, closing her eyes and meditating in prayer.  Her chest rose and fell in soft small waves, her full breasts rising slightly, her abdomen in perfect tightness as her back arched, the smooth magically hair free mound shadowed in anticipation of dawn, her skin creamy and soft.  She would be a marvel of perfection had anyone been looking through the window.  But these things mattered not as the sun finally broke the horizon.  The first rays of Pelor's warmth striking the ebony tresses at the crown of her head, creeping down her face.<br/><br/>She kept the mental image of her holy symbol in her mind, could picture it perfectly behind closed eyes as she prayed.  The image of the sun god, his glorious rays of light spreading goodness to the world, and across it, a blade.  For she was his instrument of divine vengeance and justice.  She was his fist, his sword, a proud and holy knight.  She knew these things and knew she was right as the sun's morning rays crept down her body.  She could feel the light on her skin with her eyes closed.  It felt good, it felt right, like the light was empowering her, blessing her, even caressing her skin.  She almost skipped a beat when the sunlight reached the skin of her nipples, for she could feel it.  She felt a tingle in her body and the warm light on her sensitive buds, almost like the god himself was lightly touching them.  That thought sent a delightful shiver down her spine, but she continued her prayers and medittation.<br/><br/>That feeling, the hidden arousal, it was not wrong.  She knew that now, how could this be wrong, to be excited and alive?  Wasn't this an affirmation from the holy sun god himself?  This tingling in her core, the warmpth that spread down to her sex, the slight tightening of her nipples, the flush she could feel on her face?  No, Pelor approved of her, it was unmistakable, she was filled with his holy light and she knew it.  She was always as she should be, and her god accepted and blessed her.<br/><br/>Her prayers seemed to be a joy that morning and they were over quickly, the sun rising further into the morning sky.  She stood and felt at peace, slightly aroused, but at peace.  Knowing her duty the urge to gratify sexual urges seemed somewhat mitigated after her prayers.  Almost like the confirmation of her faith had sublimated her desires somewhat.  So a wash, her morning ablutions, some time dressing and arming herself, and then she was ready to meet with the priests or clerics or whomever had sent the missive to Arcadia requesting help.  A few coins at the inn keeper assured that the room would be hers for another week, and he added what a blessing it was on his establishment to have such a holy knight staying here.  If Lucille wasn't wrong, he seemed genuinely pleased and almost pious in her presence.  It was good to see that goodly people appreciated her dedication.  The market square was already in motion when she stepped outside into the early morning light, and she stopped at a vendor who was cooking hot meat pies over an open flame, baking the crusty bread around the meat on a small hot stone oven.  A few copper and a smile later and she was climbing the sloped streets up towards the church to Pelor at the highest spot in Hillcrest, contentedly eating a fresh and almost too hot breakfast.<br/><br/>The church was small, but exactly what she'd expected for a rural town's center of faith.  It was a small building but with a large open courtyard, the prayer sessions being held outside for as long as the weather would allow it.  But services had already passed and she made her way inside of the church.  There near the altar stood an old man, his skin darkened by decades of sun, his hair and bushy mustache white with age, though his dark eyes seemed to gleam with life.  He smiled and approached Lucille even as she strode into the church, his face looking as if it could break out into joyous laughter at any moment.<br/><br/><strong>"Ah may the sunfather be praised.  Certainly you are the help that I requested, come to help us with our problem yes?  My name is Father Nandel, I am glad you could come so quickly lady paladin.  Please can I get you anything, food, water, or would you rather hear of Hillcrest's problems straight away?"</strong>  The old man said with a pleased look on his face.<br/></td><td> </td><td>(http://i.imgur.com/mnGC3cS.jpg?1)</td><td> </td><td>(http://i.imgur.com/aRKQbdE.png)<br/><br/>(http://i.imgur.com/CrYII3L.jpg)</td></tr></tbody></table><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body">Lucille feels blessed by Pelor, like he approved her prayers.  She may add +5 to <strong>any one</strong> roll today, as long as it somehow relates to her faith, or to Pelor.  Intimidating an enemy by invoking his name, or just in speaking with someone who is also a worshiper of Pelor.  This one time blessing will expire at sundown if it is not used.</div></div>