Post by Head Moderator on Jun 17, 2013 20:40:31 GMT -5
Though the temples to Kanesh were strange to her here in the mainland, she spent at least a day or so a week in them praying and working along with the other priests and priestesses of the Shadow Goddess. She had a new weapon that she wished to have blessed, though, and that could only be done by another ghost elf in her mind and so she made her way back to Kir'virr, deep within the Ituri Forest in order to find the Temple to Kanesh in the city of the ghost elven people. The city existed right on the cusp of the Prime and Ethereal planes. More of it was underground and in the Ethereal than not, including the temple. Back among her people felt refreshing to the misunderstood ghost elf, for they were a quiet and introspective people who barely spoke above a whisper to one another.
She moved along the pathway towards the temple, bowing her head at the statue of Kanesh before entering through the carved pillars that took her deep into the ground and into the darkness. There was no light in this temple. Not even enough that the various intricate carvings and statues could be seen by someone without the ability to see in the darkness, for the ghost elven folk had darkvision. She moved with ease in the pitch darkness towards the chapel where the holy water within a carved basin stood.
When she entered the area, it was cold and still covered in the pitch darkness. She could make out what was around her using her darkvision, all black and white. There were clerics amidst prayer scattered around the chapel and the high priestess stood behind the altar where the basin of holy water sat. Indrila bowed her head and spoke softly a prayer of thankfulness to Kanesh, and then drew her blade and approached. Ghost elven was traded between her and the high priestess, and then the high priestess took her thinblade and dipped the end into the holy water and with cupped hand began to fill her hand with the water and drip it down along the blade as she chanted:
"Blessings of the Moon above you
Blessings of the Earth below you
Blessings on your people
Blessings on everything upon which your eye does rest
Blessings on everything upon which your hope does rest
Blessings on your thinking and your purpose
Blessings on your bed companion
Blessings on your hand's work
Shadows and Kanesh defend you."
Indrila listened quietly, and when the incantation was over she moved to her knees before the altar and pressed her head to the hard stone floor. The High Priestess continued to dip into the water and drip it along the weapon until every single inch of it including the hilt had been blessed by the holy water. The sword was then placed upon the altar and covered in shadowsilk, and the High Priestess stepped away allowing Indrila to meditate.
A full night and day passed, and Indrila meditated and prayed before the altar in the darkness of the halls of Kanesh. When the time had come for her vigil to be over, the High Priestess approached again and picked up her weapon and held it before her, and Indrila would hear the ghost elven words whispered again,
"Who do you serve?"
She answered with ease, "Kanesh, Mistress of Shadows."
The High Priestess nodded, and held the weapon out to her, then spoke:
"Rise, Blessed of Kanesh. Here is your weapon, freely given from my hand to yours as by Kanesh herself. Use it in praise of Kanesh, bringing those whose time has come into Her gentle night."
Indrila answered, "Lady of Kanesh, thank you for this blessed blade. I will use it to serve Kanesh and her people as long as I shall find breath."
The High Priestess stepped away, and Indrila stood, holding the sword gently in hand. She moved along the hallways, and pathways until she stepped into the shadows of Ituri. Finding a fallen log to sit upon, she sat and lay it across her lap, her hand pressed to the blade. It was now time for her to meditate until she found out the name of the weapon for all consecrated weapons name themselves.
It did not take long for her to hear the name of the weapon, hours later she rose and held the weapon upwards towards the moon, and uttered the weapon's name for the first time, Ryain Fuinrakk. As she spoke it's name in ghost elven, the blade seemed to sigh, letting out a puff of darkness all along the blade, as if finally it's breath that had been held could be released. It was now empowered, sworn to Indrila, blessed by Kanesh. It was now her legacy thinblade.
She moved along the pathway towards the temple, bowing her head at the statue of Kanesh before entering through the carved pillars that took her deep into the ground and into the darkness. There was no light in this temple. Not even enough that the various intricate carvings and statues could be seen by someone without the ability to see in the darkness, for the ghost elven folk had darkvision. She moved with ease in the pitch darkness towards the chapel where the holy water within a carved basin stood.
When she entered the area, it was cold and still covered in the pitch darkness. She could make out what was around her using her darkvision, all black and white. There were clerics amidst prayer scattered around the chapel and the high priestess stood behind the altar where the basin of holy water sat. Indrila bowed her head and spoke softly a prayer of thankfulness to Kanesh, and then drew her blade and approached. Ghost elven was traded between her and the high priestess, and then the high priestess took her thinblade and dipped the end into the holy water and with cupped hand began to fill her hand with the water and drip it down along the blade as she chanted:
"Blessings of the Moon above you
Blessings of the Earth below you
Blessings on your people
Blessings on everything upon which your eye does rest
Blessings on everything upon which your hope does rest
Blessings on your thinking and your purpose
Blessings on your bed companion
Blessings on your hand's work
Shadows and Kanesh defend you."
Indrila listened quietly, and when the incantation was over she moved to her knees before the altar and pressed her head to the hard stone floor. The High Priestess continued to dip into the water and drip it along the weapon until every single inch of it including the hilt had been blessed by the holy water. The sword was then placed upon the altar and covered in shadowsilk, and the High Priestess stepped away allowing Indrila to meditate.
A full night and day passed, and Indrila meditated and prayed before the altar in the darkness of the halls of Kanesh. When the time had come for her vigil to be over, the High Priestess approached again and picked up her weapon and held it before her, and Indrila would hear the ghost elven words whispered again,
"Who do you serve?"
She answered with ease, "Kanesh, Mistress of Shadows."
The High Priestess nodded, and held the weapon out to her, then spoke:
"Rise, Blessed of Kanesh. Here is your weapon, freely given from my hand to yours as by Kanesh herself. Use it in praise of Kanesh, bringing those whose time has come into Her gentle night."
Indrila answered, "Lady of Kanesh, thank you for this blessed blade. I will use it to serve Kanesh and her people as long as I shall find breath."
The High Priestess stepped away, and Indrila stood, holding the sword gently in hand. She moved along the hallways, and pathways until she stepped into the shadows of Ituri. Finding a fallen log to sit upon, she sat and lay it across her lap, her hand pressed to the blade. It was now time for her to meditate until she found out the name of the weapon for all consecrated weapons name themselves.
It did not take long for her to hear the name of the weapon, hours later she rose and held the weapon upwards towards the moon, and uttered the weapon's name for the first time, Ryain Fuinrakk. As she spoke it's name in ghost elven, the blade seemed to sigh, letting out a puff of darkness all along the blade, as if finally it's breath that had been held could be released. It was now empowered, sworn to Indrila, blessed by Kanesh. It was now her legacy thinblade.