RP:Seeking Out A Path

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This is a Devout's Guild RP.


Summary: After Sargaso's flu-like illness went away (around the same time that mysterious plague did), he realizes that maybe Selene has a plan for him. To get help finding his way and setting his feet on that path, he asks Khitti to join the Devout's Guild.

The Ginger Snapped Bakery, Cenril

Khitti || The bakery was as busy as it always was on the weekends. Albert, the head cake decorator, and his crew had a mess in the kitchen, and Victoria, the head waitress, had a mess amongst the customers. It was a literal clusterfrak. Khitti happened to be amongst the chaos as well, manning the counters and filling orders. And then suddenly, it wasn’t busy. People took their meals to go, likely to the beach or home or the bar--it was nearing the evening after all. “I wonder if Brand would kill me if I became a vampire again. I’m getting too old for this.” The redhead’s not even that old; she was only in her early thirties but some days it damn near felt like she was fifty. Today was one of those days. She’d slump into the nearest chair for a breather until the next customer came in, as Victoria brought Khitti her usual nightly coffee. Gotta have that caffeine, yo.


Sargaso had arrived at the bakery earlier when it was busy, but seeing Khitti was swamped, decided to circle back later when things were less busy. That would be now. He strides in looking hale again. Certainly the color in his cheeks and strength on his bones is a far cry from the last time Khitti saw him. Back when he thought he was dying of rat plague and had run back to Mommy. Turns out he just had the flu and was hysterical about it. Guess the man flu is real. In his defense, there was a very real rat plague going on at the same time, and then it just ended because the gods work in mysterious ways. That mysterious lifting of the plague had him dwelling on the gods again as he is prone to doing from time to time. Why did they create man? Why did they divvy up the different domains? Why do they let the plague spread, then stop it so abruptly? (He does not doubt the gods stopped it, though he isn’t sure which ones.) Why was he spared, but others were not? These thoughts gently pushed him to exploring his faith more deeply. He’s long been a servant of Selene, with (sometimes embarrassing) magical fish talents Selene typically reserves for formally trained paladins. He’s not one of those, but his mom always made him go to temple and when he got too old to be ordered by her, he ordered himself to continue going to temple on his own. Maybe she chose him, and if she did, then he’s failing her big time. He’s done nothing important with these gifts. And that’s why he seeks out Khitti today. “Hey Khitti, is this a good time?”


Khitti blinked over the counter at Sargaso as he approached it, “Oh hey. You’re not dead. Yeah, one sec.” It probably would’ve been funnier if things hadn’t been so serious with that plague but Khitti’s got a knack for morbid humor. She stood from her seat and chugged that coffee like a drunken college girl at a frat party. It’s a skill she picked up from being a mom and also a borderline alcoholic. This is also one of the many reasons why Brand is marrying Khitti--he’ll have a drinking partner for life now. “Okay, what’s up?” She legitimately could not think of a reason why a friend of Meri and Hudson would want to talk to her, beyond getting that nasty flu taken care of. Thankfully, today would not be a day where curiosity killed the Khat, as the follower of Selene hadn’t particularly seemed too much like a shady dude. Well, too shady for Meri anyway. “Victoria, can you watch the counter for a bit, please?” The brunette woman bobbed her head in a nod and took over for her boss as Khitti motioned to the nearest, empty table.


Sargaso grins at Khitti’s morbid joke. It puts him at ease. When talking to the leader of the Devout’s Guild, there’s always a worry you’ll be too crass and put your foot in your mouth. Khitti seems chill and Sarge relaxes a bit. “Yea yea, not dead,” he says when he and Khitti sit at an empty table. He glances around the quaint bakery. He’d never been in here before though he’s passed it countless times. His gaze meanders back to Khitti. His leg bounces a little nervously. Admitting to being a man of faith isn’t very cool to most people. At least half his friends are atheist, and the other half aren’t very vocal in their beliefs. They rib him lightly for wearing the fish symbol of Selene on a gold chain under his shirt. He fishes it out now (pun intended). “Guess Selene’s got a plan for me. That’s what I’m here about. Selene, and the guild. I dunno,” she shrugs to downplay how much Selene means to him, to seem cool. “Selene’s always taken care of me, and I’ve been letting her down. I should do more, you know?”


Khitti || Sarge is earned a few more blinks. There was even a bit of a confused head tilt as he spoke. And then she laughed. Not to the point of tears, but it took a moment to compose herself. “The gods -are- bastards like that. I’ve felt that way too, for the past year and a half. Had a bit of a quest for something a while back. Got help from three of them. Then another one more or less chucked his sword at me with no explanation. Even the holy sprite in it can’t for sure tell me what Cyris wants. I’d thought to be a paladin for him, but I’m gonna be honest, that’s not the life for me. Too many rules and I’m not always one to follow them. And the dainty priestess life doesn’t suit me either.” There was that phrase that rules were made to be broken, after all. She shrugged, but continued, “All that to say that… you might be in that position for awhile. The whole not being sure what Selene wants. But, I think so long as you do show her praise and work in her name, she might very well be satisfied. I’m not exactly the best follower of Cyris, but he’s also not smote my ass yet, so sometimes I think they’re more lenient than most seem to think. But--” The redhead paused and offered him a faint smile, “It sounds like your ready to set your foot on that path at least, even if you never move very far down it at all, and the guild would certainly love to have you. We just brought in another follower of Selene recently too. A druid; her name is Kailani. She worships Zaytor and Hind as well.”


Sargaso relaxes even more as Khitti defies his expectations of her. He expected her to be, no offense, a bit stuck up. That’s just the stereotype of holy guild leaders, you know? But she’s not, and that reassures him that this is the right decision for him. He perks up at the mention of another Selene worshipper, and a woman at that. Sarge hopes she’s a hottie. “Zaytor and Hind too? That’s chill.” He runs his fingers through his thick, dark hair. “So what now? Do I need to do anything? Any ritual or paperwork or anything like that?”


Khitti shook her head, “I just need your hand is all. It’s a rune enchant to let you into the guild only area at the Sanctum in Kelay. It fades after it’s applied or I’d be all cool and let people pick a better place for it, like a tattoo. There’s lodging and a training area and a lot of other things there at the Sanctum, should you need it.” She held out her hand to take his when he was ready, though she quickly added before she actually went through with the enchant, “I will warn you though, we take all types in the guild. Not just followers of those that the people of Lithrydel consider “good” or “neutral”. I’m a firm believer in a balance of things, so followers of Vakmathras and Delisha are allowed as well. There can technically be bad on both sides of the morality spectrum, so that’s what I really look out for. Zealots and mass murderers and all that. Plus, if I didn’t let them in the guild, I’d be a hell of a hypocrite considering those two were two of the three gods that helped me.” Khitti was definitely all about equality and whatnot. “And is there a thing you’d like to be called? Kailani just chose ‘Druid of Selene’, etc, etc, etc. Mine’s just ‘templar of Cyris’, but there’s others who have more flashy titles. ‘Nature’s Advisor’. ‘Hind’s Relentless Inspector’. You get the picture. Entirely up to you.”


Sargaso places his hand in Khitti’s for the rune. When she mentions Vakmatharas his nose wrinkles. “I see your logic, but those death-worshipping spooks don’t sit well with me. I’ll try to place nice. Even some vampires are alright…” He hates vampires as a general rule, but a few have proven themselves worthy of his respect. “A title, huh?” He hadn’t thought of that. He’s just a believer in Selene, but that’s a lame title. He thinks hard for a minute longer then says, “Paladin.” Chicks love paladins, but he doesn’t say that. “Paladin of Selene. Do we get a symbol or anything? I have this kayak that I’m pretty sure is enchanted by her. He feels holy. When I’m out in the ocean on it, I just know Selene is with me.”


Khitti smirked at Sargaso, “Not all of the worshippers of Vakmathras and Delisha are bad. I’m alright to a point with the sacrifices I guess, as long as the person is consenting. It doesn’t all end in death anyway--even with Vakmathras. Though, as a former vampire and someone that used to live in Vailkrin, I definitely agree that there are some that are not good people, on any level.” Larewen Dragana came to mind, especially with her antics of late, putting out bounties for wolves and then even one for vampires. But, Khitti didn’t mention this. Talking about it got her worked up in not good ways. Stabby ways. Holy fire punches to someone’s face ways. Honestly, she’d probably make a good drow. “Paladin of Selene it is. And the guild does have a sigil. In fact--” She paused, tracing the outline of a sun on the top of his hand. It glowed bright silver and then, much like she said it would, it fainted. “--it looks a bit like that.” The sun, she meant. “We work with blacksmiths and other people of crafting professions to supply the guild with what it needs. If you want to get it made into some sort of pendant or whatever, just let Ulah know and she’ll take care of it.” Ulah wasn’t hard to miss at the Sanctum. Tall blonde elf. Works for both the Devout’s and Warrior’s Guild. Paladin trainer since… forever. “I think I may come to change the sigil in time. It doesn’t feel like something that represents balance to me. It’s one of those things that makes people think we’re all squeaky clean in the guild. But, when that happens, if you do get something made, then it can be traded in for one with the new look.” His hand had been released as she spoke and once she finished, she shrugged, “And that’s it. The guild is pretty laid back, compared to others. But, there is still work to be done. Occasionally, tasks will be posted on the bulletin board in the guild hall--there’s even some there now that can be tended to. It’s not mandatory, but you do get paid for it.”


Sargaso admires the sun and briefly wishes it stayed as a tattoo. “The sun is a good symbol. It gives life, like the gods.” He pauses thoughtfully. “Except Vakmatharas, he gives death, but I guess there be no life without death and all that, so I see what you mean about balance.”He smiles at the conversation. Rarely does he wax philosophical, even for a sentence. “I’ll check out the Sanctum soon. Kelay’s a nice place. Just glad the Larket is not in Larket.” He widens his eyes as if to say ‘those people are crazy.’


Khitti finger-gunned at Sargaso when he picked up what she’s putting down about life and death and all that jazz. Brand has definitely wore off on her--Khitti’s narrator is unsure of whether or not this is a good thing yet though, to be honest. “Yeah, see? You get it. Others, not so much. Except for the witches. And druids. Everyone else? Nah. They just wanna see things in black and white and it’s just not like that. And Larket is definitely nuts. I wanna get the whole chapel of Cyris out of there and put it elsewhere, but they’d get all up in arms about it. Even if they’re trying to shove Vakmathras down people’s throats to fit their narrative.” That’s another thing Khitti shouldn’t go into. She took a moment to eye the position of the sun as it started going down outside, doing her best to calculate the time. “I better get going though. My kid’s gonna bash his father to death with a stuffed, talking chicken if I don’t get back to the ship. I don’t know if you remember him, but said father is Brand--the other guy that was Hudson’s best man? He captains the Tranquility out there at the wharf. If you need me and can’t find me at the Sanctum or here at the bakery, I’m more than likely there.” She slid from her chair then, offering her new guildie a warm smile, “Happy to have you in the guild though, Sargaso. I’m sure you’ll find your way soon enough.”


Sargaso nods at Brand's name in recognition and rises when Khitti does. "Yea, I remember him, cool guy. Glad you two got a good thing going." Alright, so he can't hit on Khitti. He takes a mental note. Meri is single now though, right? Hmm. "Have a good one, Khitti. Thanks for everything." He offers he a lazy wave that's part salute-part wave as he heads out.