Rolled 20, 1, 3 = 24 (3d20)
>>6076238As you await the arrival of the ‘Dragonborn Antipaladin’, you reflect on what Queen Ekaterine said of him: about his character, his priorities, but most of all his faith. How can the Gods of Evil command such piety from ANYONE, let alone Long Wang? Their dogma is one of selfishness, ruthlessness, and vicious cruelty… And yet they command his loyalty.
…It has been a long while since you prayed.
Oh, you have meditated to hone your mystic senses, and performed rites in honour of nature and the fairy court who share the Hill and frequent your Keep. But prayer, to the Gods Above? Not for many months—maybe for years. Not since you were accosted by Princess Yllarquin of the Three-Quarter Moon. Certainly not since you were driven out of your homeland by the Woodland Rangers. You’ve been telling yourself that this was out of righteous indignation—that you did nothing wrong, and owe no apology, nor fealty. They rejected you first, after all!
…But was that just foolish pride? Are you REALLY more egotistical than the lizardman going around calling himself ‘Dragon King’?
“Ugh.”
The night before the Prince Consort’s scheduled arrival is also, serendipitously, the night of a new moon—Divine Princess Miannie’s holy night, when her faithful share their secrets and seek her wisdom. You find yourself heavy with the former and light on the latter… And so, in a moment of weakness, and of clarity, you pray.
“Princess Miannie, of the black gossamer veil and the thin cared ring, who protects those who walk in darkness with bright hearts, please, hear me. Please… Hear my confession, and my apology.”
No answer comes, and your heart wavers. The shade of resentment shadows your own bright heart once more: why won’t she hear you out? How can she just ignore you, at this dark hour? Doesn’t she understand what’s at STAKE?!
You swallow it, and speak again, head bowed and hands outstretched:
“I have slain other elves,” you admit, “and destroyed my fellow fairies. I have eaten unconsecrated flesh of fish, and fowl, and beast. I have… I have dabbled with demons, and worked with the Forces of Darkness. I have shared sacred secrets of Feycraft with nonbelievers and outsiders, and defied the gods and their agents. And I… I am sorry.”
And you are. You ARE. You never set out to do those things, or at least not ALL of them. While you DO believe they were necessary, even beneficial, but if you could have found another way… A better way, a more peaceful way… You would have. You STILL want to do so. Looking to the future, as if a minasien, you see two paths: the one of struggle and strife, and the one of reconciliation and peace, and you WANT the latter.
“Just help me find a way,” you plead.
Religion check, DC 15 