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Ashildr & Mist
Location: Prayer room
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Ashildr Silathdiir: had just finished lighting the last of the candles and preparing the area for any and all visitors who wish to come meditate and pray in the prayer room. She had replaced the incense in their proper containers and added the offerings to the offering bowls on the ritual table. Everything would be in order… except one thing.
Mist looks slowly around and nods to Ashildr.
Ashildr Silathdiir: turns around and sees Mist enter the prayer room. "Vedui Mist. It is good to see you again. How are you?" she looked to Mist and waited for some sort of signal, knowing the paladin angel had not been able to speak in the past. "I hope you find this area soothing. I tried to make it as welcoming to everyone as possible. Yet there just seems something is missing still.." she said gently.
Mist looks around and nods again to Ashildr. then suddenly she stomp on the floor, blows up her nostrils like a bull and makes a curious noise.
Ashildr Silathdiir: looked to Mist with a curious look in her vivid blue eyes. She looked at Mist stomping the floor. "The floor.. ? Is there something wrong with the floor?" she hoped she could figure out what it was that Mist was meaning with the foot stomping.
Mist nods fast and looks down like she is searching something ont he clean floor. Then she looks up to Ashildr and sighs deeply. She takes off her gloves and moves over to one of the candle sticks, pick up one of the hot burning candels and hold it in both hands, head down and her lips starts with a toneless dialog, likes she pray.
Ashildr Silathdiir: curled a finger to her lips as she thought in silence. The clues were obvious but she still needed to piece them together like a puzzle. She pondered Misty’s foot stomping and prayer posture as well as the way Mist looked to the clean stone floor. "Yes. I think I understand." she said as she moved more to the center of the prayer room. "Since I was asked to take over the guild, the one thing I have not done is a consecration to this floor. Is that what you’re trying to say?" she asked, hoping she guessed right.
Mist starts smiling brightly but dont stop her tuneless dialog and nods. then she hold the candle high above herself and make said with a rasping voice:"Elia Ashildr.". Slowly she lower her arms and reach Ashildr the bright glowing candle with a serious mimic.
Ashildr Silathdiir: noticed Mist’s smile, her raspy voice with the words she attempted to speak and the way Mist reached for her. With a returned smile she nodded her head. "We should consecrate this area. We can divide it in two if you want. I can do one side, you can do the other. How does that sound to you?" If Mist agreed, the High Priestess would quickly move around the room, gathering some herbs, oils and incense into the spot she would stand. "Shall we begin?"
Mist nods to the pristress and smiles.
Ashildr Silathdiir: stood in her appointed spot of the 2nd floor prayer and meditation room where she had gathered enough herbs, oils and incense to make an offering to her deity. Drawing her Divine Staff from her back, she held it with one of her delicate hands as she began to petition her deity. Opening herself up as a divine conduit to Goddess Hanali’s Light, benevolence and power, she spoke in her elven language – "[Beloved Goddess of Light, your faithful High Priestess comes to you now to humbly ask you to consecrate this space, make it hallow and protected for holy use. Please accept my offerings and use me as you wish. Not my will Goddess but yours.]" As she finished her prayer her usual benevolent aura began to glow brightly its golden hue. A sign her deity was working through the High Priestess for the Consecration Spell. To those able to detect divine auras, they would be able to sense the incredible strength imbued within the avariel High Priestess, though not of her own abilities but directly from her deity.
Mist close her eyes and bows her head. then she clap her hands hard together and fold her slink fingers. In someone who just rush by would think about a statue or just dont notice here. Then very quite a womans whisper is heard. single words that repeats in a rush following. then it sounds like a second voice appears and join in the prayer. the tones become longer and single words forms sentences, The air around Mists filled more and more with voices till it sounds like a chore that sing and praise but gentle and carefully. The air around Mists wobbles like a wave of heat but there is no other fire to see then the candle around her.
Ashildr Silathdiir: gently touched the offering of herbs, oils and incense with her delicate hand and instantaneously a strong WHOOSH of divine might blew like a strong wind, causing the ivory hair of the High Priestess to flow and whip about her face. Though the effects of the wind would be visible, it could only be felt within the appointed area where she stood, keeping the very edges of her spell from touching the edges of the other consecration spell. Should the edges of spells overlap, the spells would fail to work so she was very careful to keep to her space. As she filled her appointed space with divinity directly from her Goddess, the golden aura began to swirl around her form like it was a wisp of golden light. Dancing and moving gracefully around the High Priestess as it caressed her form then speared through the very large, rare diamond housed within the center of her Divine Staff that she held out in front of her, speared end firmly planted on the ground. The aura refracted its bright light through the diamond and emitted tiny little fire-fly like lights that permeated across the stone floor and crept up the stone walls like a glittering golden blanket of her appointed space. Her hair continued to whip around her face as the gale force winds blew with its might as she concentrated and focused her entire mind on the spell. Her breathing became labored as her pristine white wings began to droop behind her. The offerings she made for the spell were consumed by the Consecration Spell.
Mist goes slowly on her knees, stand the candle aside and folded her hands again. A soft voice is heard and she starts singing with the invincible chore around her. The language is sound fine and the words fragile but foreign. The refrain always ends with two words Aini. The power of the angels blessing spread out in the room and stonework but keep a very small distance to the elvish area..
Ashildr Silathdiir: could feel her physical form growing tired from the enormous strength of the spell she was casting yet it was not complete just yet so she could not stop. As the golden light blanketed the floor and wall of her appointed space, it kept to just the prayer and meditation room, not seeping beyond, not overlapping another consecration spell. No elementals, fey, fiend nor undead can enter the area. Nor can such creatures charm, frighten, or possess any within the area of the spell. Those who enter the area would be protected from charm, harm, fright or possession. Celestial beings with holy intent would be allowed within the area. The area was hallow and sanctified, a sacred refuge for those who seek it. For those who seek to desecrate the sacred area, they should feel the sacredness of the spell and a sense of fear and dread should ofter come them so they would want to leave the area. Only with a 50/50 chance could one of similar casting ability be able to break the spell, but it must be of a divine nature. With two or more divine spell casters would the odds be in their favor. Though it would be unlikely one would desire to remain in this consecrated space long enough to attempt to break the spell. The avariel High Priestess’ brow was speckled with beads of sweat as the winds continued to whoosh around her until they slowly subsided. Once the spell casting was over, she prayed to thank her deity closing the conduit connection and rested against the wall. "It is complete" she said breathlessly. Needing to rest from being exhausted, she leaned against one of the partition walls and looked to Mist. She waited to see if Mist was finished casting her own spell before she interrupted her. If one were to look closely, they would see tiny flecks of golden glitter on the wall and stone of the area she consecrated, a sign the spell was in effect.
Mist the blessing of her deity. strengthen the area and the other half of the room. No creature with evil things in mind can cross the line or do anyone in this area a harm. The angel consecrated area fits perfectly to the one of ashildrs. With a satisfied mimic Mist gets up on her feet again and smiles to Ashildr.
Ashildr Silathdiir: could barely speak she was so exhausted. Her legs were unable to hold her up much longer but she would not leave Mist until the paladin’s spell was completed. Two acolytes came to stand by the High Priestess and help hold her up while she watched Mist. Seeing that Mist completed her own consecration spell to the other half of the room, Ashildr was only able to offer a weak smile. "Th..th..thank you…" was all she could say. She would need to be brought to the residence area where she could meditate to regain her strength. The acolytes would bring the High Priestess down the stairs to the resident area, if she was not stopped.
Mist looks over to ashildr with sorrow. she whispers :"did you need something?" The Angel shows no sign of exhausting. and stand calm on the other side of the room
Ashildr Silathdiir: lightly shook her head ‘no’ then one of the acolytes addressed Mist. "Our Guild Mistress becomes exhausted when she casts spells this strong. She just needs to rest for the rest of the day." then the moved her downstairs after thanking Mist for helping Ashildr with consecrating the prayer room.
Mist nods and turns around to one of the little shrines. she goes on her knees again, prays and let acolytes do their job helping Ashildr
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