<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/a7/3d/90/a73d9049f9f46da5e90aa8174a96cb69.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Iclyn (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=303516.msg14831483#msg14831483)</span><br/><strong>HP</strong>:35/35<strong>Status</strong>: Waiting within the antechamber of the Weeping Matron's Temple<br/><strong>AC</strong>:15<strong>Tagging</strong>: Wren<br/><br/><br/><strong>Actions:</strong><br/><strong>Roll:</strong><br/><strong>damage:</strong><br/><hr/><br/><div align="center">(https://i.pinimg.com/236x/9d/bf/19/9dbf197326b5c0caa77fa525bd3d2746--mermaid-fountain-mermaid-tale.jpg?b=t)</div><br/>"What do you think she has planned for us?" Iclyn broke the silence in the expansive antechamber nestled between the Fountain Hall that housed a relief of Myneria, their patron goddess, and served as her main place of worship for adherents. Beyond was a series of dormitories that the sworn sisters of the faith resided in. Most roomed in groups of four, Iclyn having shared a space Wren for many of her years at the temple, and a revolving door of other girls. The Speaker was the only among them who had a room to herself, separated from the rest by a waiting room of sorts. Speaker Seraphina's attentions were high in demand after all, though she was never unaccommodating or rude with another's time.<br/><br/>"I was a little worried I might get expelled for that situation with that man the other day," Iclyn said, her stern expression breaking into a half smile at the memory. An elderly man came into the temple seeking guidance. Iclyn was an attendant working the hall that day and approached the man. In a half craze he started spouting curses and obscenities, claiming that Myneria's temple was being poisoned by her<em>demonic</em>presence. Insinuated that<em>she</em>had something to do with the strange troubles that had befallen Beckindale, even after they hung that courtesan.<br/><br/>Iclyn became rigid against the man's verbal assault. Non-humans in general had a rough time this close to Coloss, the center of the Calemirans power, but Tieflings were almost the most mistrusted. It was a difficult task for Iclyn to prove herself to her fellow priestesses, and she was still trying to prove herself to the smallfolk it seemed. Iclyn lashed back in a moment of anger, the hellfire that was in her soul bubbling up for just a mere moment as her eyes blazed blue like burning stars, and her form seemed the drink the light in from around her. But a moment later she regained herself, the man was terrified and she had to be hurried back to her room.<br/><br/>"But you're the Speaker's favorite, so I doubt she'd call for you as well just to get rid of me."