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located in Calisma, a part of Calisma, one of the many universes on RPG.

Calisma

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Character Portrait: Nelinia Jaze Character Portrait: Rydas Errion
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Rydas & Nel
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The religions and beliefs of the party were not discussed for the obvious reason that there were many within Calisma and few of separate faith that would get along. That, and religion held no sway over the task at hand. It was a woman’s voice, however, that answered his question. He turned his head, staring down at the monk and another one of her peculiar questions.

While he knew that, for some, it was customary to bury the dead, it wasn’t his faith nor appropriate. His family members, like his brother, were cremated or set to sea, or both. Burial seemed barbaric. The idea that if, by chance, one were simply unconscious and were consequently buried alive was frightening. There were other reasons for his distaste for graves. The thought of flesh and bone rotting in the ground for eternity was disturbing. Burning the bodies seemed the most humane, and took the least amount of time. Individual graves would take half the day, and a mass grave seemed insensitive. Even for enemies.

“I’m sorry, we haven’t the time. It is customary to set the fallen to pyre after battle.“ He replied, voice steady. Rydas hoped he needn’t explain further.

The time that it took the prince to answer made the monk unsure if it he was pondering on his actions or trying to phrase his answer in a way she could understand. Yes, perhaps she was foreign to the traditions of the world, but even she understood the pain, suffering and destructive power that came from fire.

Her distaste towards the idea of setting bodies of fire were instilled traditionally from attending burials of former monks. Friends were placed in coffins and safely pulled down into the ground. Nothing would bother them six feet under and no harm would reach them. In essence, she didn't think them to be dead or like to think them as dead, but thought they were merely resting so their souls would be free.

Nel widened her eyes in shock, nearly stepping back, unsure of what she heard from their prince. "Customary?" She thought with horror unsure how to respond with such an allegation when all of a sudden their priest chipped into the conversation. The monk tightened her hand to a fist a couple of times, trying to keep herself at bay, and patiently turned to Akdov with a dagger-eyed stare in her look that could be felt in her words despite the calm tone: "If flames are purifying; perhaps it's best for you to make a fire and to purify yourself, priest."


She promptly turned back to the Prince. "Excuse me, but if we haven't the time to honour the dead then we haven't the time to desecrate them."

The Prince saw the camaraderie already breaking. Gaze shifted between the monk and the priest already noting the tension in the air. For a holy and healing man the cleric had not learned the craft of delicate speech. His gaze fell back to the monk. For such a small and calm young woman there was a ferocity insider her that always caught him off guard. She reminded him of the wind; as gentle as a breeze, as sudden as a hurricane.

Rydas cleared his throat, quick to interject to avoid an argument between the two. His gaze leveled with hers. “I apologize if it offends your customs, these are the proceedings of battle. If it would ease your mind you could bury a trinket from each of the dead in place of their bodies.” He would wait for that, if it would ease her heart and mind.

“Or you are welcomed to stay behind and tend to them, but twelve graves for men who wanted the throats of ours is not time I have nor am willing to spend.”

The prince's calm demeanor quickly soothed what leftover resentment Nel had for the priest but still bothered her deeply. The two options given didn't satisfy the monk; and she visibly frowned to show the prince so. "I haven't killed these men. That is what you and the others have done. You'd be burying their bodies with the same hands used to kill them." It was true; at least what Nel thought then.

"Then to bury a man's trinket is to bury just a trinket with no value. The man needs to be buried as a whole." The monk stated plainly; the idea that arguing with a prince may be a bad idea hadn't struck her at all. "If we have no time as you say; then we'll just leave their bodies unburned and untouched."

Rydas’ patience was wearing thin. He’d given her two viable options that would help her keep to some semblance of her faith, but she wasn’t working with him. She was justifying her actions by the fact that she hadn’t killed any of them, but neither had the Prince. His mood was quickly turning for the worse.

“To leave the bodies for the wolves is barbaric at best.” He replied, tone implying that he’d had enough of the argument. “I’ve attempted to come to some form of agreement which you’ll have no part in. You’re wasting daylight. Stay behind or watch them burn, I care not. But decide now.”

The polite conversation quickly began to tense up, the prince affirming himself now, leaving Nel an ultimatum. The monk got as fed up with the conversation as the prince had, first shocked by his tone but quickly angry as well, removing the dried leaves and sticks from the pile of bodies.

"To leave the bodies to burn in a fire is barbaric at best." She replied, throwing and kicking the remaining tinder away, before facing the prince once more. "If you are as childish to not change your ways; then I guess I shall right these wrongs and stay behind."

The monk forcefully grabbed one of the top bodies by the arms and pulled it out of the pile onto the earth. She looked up at the prince for a moment with the same dagger-eyed look she gave Akdov and began digging up the dirt with her bare hands. "I weep for the future of Calisma!" She shouted with a tone she never heard herself speak before; echoing into the forest and most likely resonating in the ears of her fellow "Adventurers".

Rydas stood still, watching her. There was little amusement at him being called childish while she threw a tantrum. While her words and looks were bordering on treason he opted to put it aside. Clearly the woman was letting foolish emotions get in the way of better judgement. The Prince sighed, then turned to address the rest of the party, clearly accepting her decision. She seemed to need some time alone. “Mount up, we ride.”