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A pair of rose petals, the kind the fallen never could see in their lifetime, were placed upon the closed eyes of the deceased. Lucian checked for a moment to see if they would stay upon the face of his fallen fellow. They did not fall and instead rested upon the occulars as if the man was sleeping.
To this Lucian began to pray his piece towards Morr. Each of his words memorized after a day’s worth of training and now ritualistic repetition. It was recognized that acts such as prayers were best memorized by performing them and Lucian today was performing them every half hour.
After saying the hundred eighty five words Lucian gave a nod and gave silence its feel. Subtle changes in the air came to Lucian in an instant. The smell of a corpse had hung until this moment, a scent that Lucian did not really care for but could still notice during his efforts. It was a sign that through the blessings of Morr Lucian had stopped the reclamation of the corpse by Ulric, God of Nature and the wilds.
“To be recognized by Morr so quickly.” Lucian turned to see the Priest to whom taught him these techniques giving the greeting of placing one’s hand palm first upon his nose. Said gesture Lucian returned as the man continued his words, “I have heard from some of the injured that you charged into the forces of Goblins with abandon. Many even within the order do not so willingly place their fate within the Hands of Morr or other Gods like that.”
“I cannot stand back and let others suffer just because I fear Morr’s grace.” Lucian answered as he placed a hand upon his heart, “I want to avenge my family but to stand back and let others suffer because of that is selfishness. With a Scythe within my hands I can act and Morr blessed me with his chosen weapon.”
Lucian finished those words as a white donkey came over and stood upright next to him. The aged Truffles knowing that now was not the labor but talk. The beast raised its head so that its neck would be most easily scratched by Lucian. Seeing no other task Lucian obliged the Donkey.
The Priest gave a small smile as he heard those words. One that was so small only those that were brothers in Morr or knew him would see it, “If Morr finds it willing to bless you, one who fights in his name might have chances. Already you are a veteran of battle, so you have paths before you.”
“You sure?” Lucian could not help but feel his words come off as dismissing. Already he could still feel the stings of the goblin blades upon his back as he thought of his performance.
“I have heard from the others that you carried your weapon well, Lucian.” The Priest said as he shook his head, “And we need those to enforce Morr’s will in these trying times. Let it be to protect his gardens or strike down the Necromancer.”