RP:Desecrating Delishas Temple
Chapel of Pleasure
A drow pushes through the temple doors and walks in wearing black steel armor with Arrecation 's sigil placed in the center of his breast plate. Behind him, a woman walks in wrapped in priestess cloth and baring the same marking. The two look around the area and then to each other when the male gives the woman a nod. She takes out a medium sized coin purse and walks to the edge of the room and begins to empty the contents onto the floor leaving a line of silver dust behind her as she continues around the room.
Darion Leans back from his plate of food he was eating near the dancers to see a drow enter the temple of his goddess. Darion stood and watched the woman empty silver dust around the room before walking toward the drow. "Didn't know your kind knew of Delisha."
Donatien lowers his hand down to the hilt of his sword as he is approached. The priestess gathering an assortment of looks but was for the most part un-interupted. Donatien watches the male as he gets closer and tilts his head to either side emitting a small pop from the left, then the right. “ro ya uma il- sinta en' i' Seldarine, naa y' amada” the drow speaks using the elf tongue speaking softly.
Darion smiles to the man speaking with the elf tongue. "uma lle merna istim-? ri' naa lle ere' searchien ten' winya understandien" The elf would motion to the many pleasures in the room."saesa tyava leitha san- part en' i' amusement"
Donatien can't help but crack a devilish smile just as the line of silver around the room was completed. “lle merna seasa? yassen val, lle will caela ilya i' seasa lle anta. ar' lle wont anta he` a' get ta.” the woman then pulls out a vial of water and begins to sprinkle it around the room, even doing so to the statue. When the dashed water covered the room she pours the remainder of the water into the largest tub of bubbling water.”
Darion switches his stance. "lle nowa amin onoira seasa? amin onoira amin goddess a' receive he` val. manka amin merne purely val amin Ndengina ten' n'uma er nan' amin." Darion motioned to the dust and water. "mani caela lle done sina ten'? uma lle wish a' desecrate sina yamen'?or destroy ta?
Donatien ponders for a moment then nods “tanya nauva decided ed' lle” the priestess walks to the center of the room carrying the eyes of all those around her. She extends her robbed arms out to the side and lowers her head and begins to chant slowly then kneels down to both of her knees. Donatien pats Darion on the shoulders then goes to stand over Bathroy like a sentry the demeanor changes as he changes from friend to guard.
Darion walks to the side and watchs the pair carefully. Darion puts his hands in his robe pockets and pulls out a few vials of different colored liquids setting them on the table nearest him and opens each one.
Donatien takes careful note of the elf as he opens his vials. The drow gives the elf a half smile and draws out his sword. A loud thunder cracks outside of the chapel, outside of the the building grows dark as if a large rainstorm were building. The priestess rolls up her robe then places a blade at her wrist and cuts allowing her blood to flow to the ground creating a dark black puddle below.
Darion Idled out
As the puddle down below Bathroy begins to grow in size, she begins a prayer as she speaks the thunder begins to grow louder and louder keeping above the volume of the thunder she shouts the words “De Causa peccati docent quod tametsi Delisha creat et conservant naturam. tamen causa peccati est voluntas malorum. videlicente diaboli et impiorum quae non adiuvante Delisha avertit se a Delisha sicut Arrecation ait Loh... cum loquitur mendacium ex ipso loquitor” as the words come to an end, a strike of lighting crashes through the door and stikes the statue of Delshia destroying it on contact. A chill runs through all in the temple and the wine bottles explode.
Donatien and Bathroy rise as the dust settles and everyone stands in shock eyeing the duo. They each look to the room and Bathroy shouts “Praise be upon Arrecation!” and the two exit the building. Leaving the shrine in shambles.