Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20150715181657/@comment-3293219-20150715194257

Talin carried Shakti through the archway, he quickly noticed that the guardsmen appeared to be looking right past him, like they didn't even notice that he was walking amongst them. He wondered if this was part of Ria's spell or if he just looked like a beggar to them.

Though he imagined them to be one and the same...

He carried her through to the Cathedral, hoping to find a priest who could heal her. He handed her over to the priests, who took her into the back of the chapel and got to work on her, leaving the young Imperial alone at the center of the place of worship.

They did fuss and ask if he wanted his minor burns to be healed but healing shakti would probably eat up most of his pockets, so he was better off waiting a day or two before recieving medical attention for minor wounds.

The Imperial sat down on one of the pews, where he sat in silence, contemplating the last six hours or so... So many thoughts circled around his head, mostly of his Father and his current location, his house and the fact that it had most likely been sold and that he had likely been declared dead or a traitor to the Empire, not knowing what was worse...

Talin's eyes slowly raised up to the stain glass window at the back of the cathedral as the image of an elderly man with a beard, possibly one of the eight Stendar most likely as it was a church to the eight, so it couldn't be Talos.

The Imperial wasn't very close to the Gods, so he didn't know, all that he did know was that they had a strange sense of humor...