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−	<div></div>	+	<div></div><br> <br>Travel to Shralesta has become quite crowded in the last few days. Everyone wants to be there, at the grand cathedral, in time to see the last rituals done. Arriving by boats of all shapes and sizes, some flying, some sailing, and the rarest of the lot, swimming beneath the waves, foreigners flood the city, filling it with anticipation.<br> <br>Mirana arrived via boat, the normal sailing kind. She'd promised not to put herself in trouble, and to take it easy. This would be easy, what were the odds that coming to witness, and maybe even take part in, a ritual would be dangerious. She comes in her finest, a silk dress, along with a pack of food and water as well as other supplies. She made sure to have lots of parchment, sealed inks, and quills for the occation. She may have a great memory, but taking notes always helped. Besides, writing and reading the First Language was easier then trying to speak it.<br> <br>Selena opted for the flying route; though travel through the city remained the usual walking. despite the momentous occasion in store, she seems a little more willing to be distracted by the other sights and sounds of the city before the cathedral itself and didn't bring anything particularly special - remaining in her characteristic blouse and trousers.<br> <br>Sveta has arrived in a small sailing ship, crammed in with a number of fellow apprentices from the craft school. The conditions might not have been the most optimal, but pooling payment  has certainly cut down on the price she'd to pay for passage. Despite the inconvenience of being torn away from her workbench, this event is a little too much to miss - and besides, these foreign buildings have particularly interesting architecture, especially leading up to the cathedral...<br> <br>Cedric decided to travel by ship, as the cost of air travel was a bit too much for him at the time. The voyage went without incident and the badger arrived in most of his armor- arms and legs mainly, but wore a nice, relatively fancy tunic in place of his heavier chest armor, and no helm. If he was going to attend such an event, he'd come looking like a knight, rather than a commoner. <br> <br>Tensions are a bit high in the street. As foreign beings fight through the crowd to get a place in line, orderlies with severe faces patrol along it, quelling violence with violence. Those that lose their tempers are hauled bodily from the proceedings and dragged away to some other, likely unpleasant, place. Others watch on, perhaps somewhat pleased that they are made that much closer to getting inside. The cathedral itself is huge. It's said that vast amounts of Creator Steel went into its construction, allowing it to reach towards the vaults of the sky so well. It is also said that this will assist in greeting the Creators.<br> <br>Mirana tries not to be jolted around too much as she makes her way toward the cathedral. She has a patch on her shoulder designating her a Priestess, and hopes that that, along with some papers to prove it too, would be enough to get her a bit up close and personal with the happens. She doesn't try to hide herself in any way, though in this crowd, who knows if anyone she knows would see her, or vice versa. "Excuse me, could I please just, Oh pardon..." she says each time she gets bumped, being polite as possible in the distant land.<br> <br>Selena doesn't press further or faster than the crowd moves, calmly waiting for a place in line - though she does scowl as a few other beings push past her, taking a moment to check her bag. The cathedral itself is examined throughout this period of time - tightly packed streets do no favors in looking for friends or familiar faces.<br> <br>Sveta winces as she does her best to push her way towards the cathedral, perhaps a little more aggressively then strictly necessary - crowds are crowds no matter where one is on Promise, after all. The sheer number of beings around is making her more than a little tetchy, but focusing on the cathedral proper takes her mind off the edge somewhat.<br> <br>Cedric has similar trouble spotting anyone he personally knows among the crowd. Then again, there's not a lot of people he knows. He makes his way through the crowd, trying not to push anyone or roughly bump into them by mistake... but it's hard when others are jostling him themselves. He lets it slide and doesn't make a fuss about it, having noticed a few beings already been escorted away from the cathedral. If anything, hopefully the pair of spears at his back will deter anyone from getting in his way too much.<br> <br>The group is admitted in, one by one, and escorted through the halls. The normally quiet and serene place of worship is loud with thousands on thousands of voices, all speculating on what exactly is going to happen. As it happens, Creators be praised, the folks from Firmament are all sat beside one another.<br> <br>Mirana sits down in a seat and looks to her immediate left and notices Cedric there! "Oh! Goodness, hello there. How are you?" She says excitedly. "Isn't this a grand occation! I couldn't be happier that I was able to make it here. Maybe they will need volunteers and I'll be able to assist." she says excitedly, her twin tails wagging behind her. She looks around a bit, "Such a huge place to honor our great Creators." she says idly.<br> <br>Selena doesn't seem to be too bothered by the seating arrangements - the noise going so far as to cause the woman's ears to fold back and block out some of it as she sits herself down next to Cedric. After waiting for a lull in the noise that doesn't seem to come, she simply asks; "How're you finding the atmosphere here?" A little sarcastic to be sure, before greeting the familiar beings  properly. "Cedric. Mirana. Travelled safely?" Aparrently excitement isn't terribly present in her.<br> <br>Sveta has settled down a little by the time she's ushered to one of the seats within the cathedral. It could've been worse - sitting down is better than being pushed about in the crowd, and at least the demeanour of the Firmament folk is familiar, if not their faces. <br> <br>The badger hasn't set foot in a creator church in some time, actually... while he has no problem with raiding their scattered ruins, he seems mildly uncomfortable to be here. He's not sure why... it's not like he has anything against the church or what little he knows of the creator saints. He greets the others evenly, definitely not as enthusiastic as the priestess about the affair, "Greetings, Lady Solacious. Selena." he says, in greeting, bowing his head politely. Upon raising it, Cedric glances around the cathedral, "It was a decent enough trip, I guess." he says, forcing a smile. He would have rather taken an airship, in retrospect. "Don't think I've ever seen a church this large, before... I guess it'd have to be, for this kinda thing, huh?"<br> <br>The din slowly dies down, not because of any great amount of orginization, though some soft gesturing does prompt some to settle in place. Air mathemagic softly begins to hush the noises through the pews, making it difficult to shout, but allowing spoken words to carry to neighbors easily enough, stifling it past a few feet though. A priest emerges from behind a curtain, female, ursine, with a Small Folk crest at her belt line despite being large. She moves up to a podium arranged there and regards the crowd. Her presence encourages more to go quiet, staring expectantly.<br> <br>Mirana turns to Selena, "It was an easy trip, yes, but an exciting one." she says and then to Cedric, "You seem tense, everything ok? Do try to relax, this is an important event, but I don't think anything of great worry could happen." She finishes then watches as the subtle magics give some quiet to the area and watches with great anticipation for what the ursine will do. She looks over and gives a smile an quiet nod to Sveta before continuing her watch.

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Participants

• Cedric
• Ictus
• Mirana
• Nuku
• Russell
• Selena
• Sveta

Date

22/5/476

Log

Travel to Shralesta has become quite crowded in the last few days. Everyone wants to be there, at the grand cathedral, in time to see the last rituals done. Arriving by boats of all shapes and sizes, some flying, some sailing, and the rarest of the lot, swimming beneath the waves, foreigners flood the city, filling it with anticipation.

Mirana arrived via boat, the normal sailing kind. She'd promised not to put herself in trouble, and to take it easy. This would be easy, what were the odds that coming to witness, and maybe even take part in, a ritual would be dangerious. She comes in her finest, a silk dress, along with a pack of food and water as well as other supplies. She made sure to have lots of parchment, sealed inks, and quills for the occation. She may have a great memory, but taking notes always helped. Besides, writing and reading the First Language was easier then trying to speak it.

Selena opted for the flying route; though travel through the city remained the usual walking. despite the momentous occasion in store, she seems a little more willing to be distracted by the other sights and sounds of the city before the cathedral itself and didn't bring anything particularly special - remaining in her characteristic blouse and trousers.

Sveta has arrived in a small sailing ship, crammed in with a number of fellow apprentices from the craft school. The conditions might not have been the most optimal, but pooling payment has certainly cut down on the price she'd to pay for passage. Despite the inconvenience of being torn away from her workbench, this event is a little too much to miss - and besides, these foreign buildings have particularly interesting architecture, especially leading up to the cathedral...

Cedric decided to travel by ship, as the cost of air travel was a bit too much for him at the time. The voyage went without incident and the badger arrived in most of his armor- arms and legs mainly, but wore a nice, relatively fancy tunic in place of his heavier chest armor, and no helm. If he was going to attend such an event, he'd come looking like a knight, rather than a commoner.

Tensions are a bit high in the street. As foreign beings fight through the crowd to get a place in line, orderlies with severe faces patrol along it, quelling violence with violence. Those that lose their tempers are hauled bodily from the proceedings and dragged away to some other, likely unpleasant, place. Others watch on, perhaps somewhat pleased that they are made that much closer to getting inside. The cathedral itself is huge. It's said that vast amounts of Creator Steel went into its construction, allowing it to reach towards the vaults of the sky so well. It is also said that this will assist in greeting the Creators.

Mirana tries not to be jolted around too much as she makes her way toward the cathedral. She has a patch on her shoulder designating her a Priestess, and hopes that that, along with some papers to prove it too, would be enough to get her a bit up close and personal with the happens. She doesn't try to hide herself in any way, though in this crowd, who knows if anyone she knows would see her, or vice versa. "Excuse me, could I please just, Oh pardon..." she says each time she gets bumped, being polite as possible in the distant land.

Selena doesn't press further or faster than the crowd moves, calmly waiting for a place in line - though she does scowl as a few other beings push past her, taking a moment to check her bag. The cathedral itself is examined throughout this period of time - tightly packed streets do no favors in looking for friends or familiar faces.

Sveta winces as she does her best to push her way towards the cathedral, perhaps a little more aggressively then strictly necessary - crowds are crowds no matter where one is on Promise, after all. The sheer number of beings around is making her more than a little tetchy, but focusing on the cathedral proper takes her mind off the edge somewhat.

Cedric has similar trouble spotting anyone he personally knows among the crowd. Then again, there's not a lot of people he knows. He makes his way through the crowd, trying not to push anyone or roughly bump into them by mistake... but it's hard when others are jostling him themselves. He lets it slide and doesn't make a fuss about it, having noticed a few beings already been escorted away from the cathedral. If anything, hopefully the pair of spears at his back will deter anyone from getting in his way too much.

The group is admitted in, one by one, and escorted through the halls. The normally quiet and serene place of worship is loud with thousands on thousands of voices, all speculating on what exactly is going to happen. As it happens, Creators be praised, the folks from Firmament are all sat beside one another.

Mirana sits down in a seat and looks to her immediate left and notices Cedric there! "Oh! Goodness, hello there. How are you?" She says excitedly. "Isn't this a grand occation! I couldn't be happier that I was able to make it here. Maybe they will need volunteers and I'll be able to assist." she says excitedly, her twin tails wagging behind her. She looks around a bit, "Such a huge place to honor our great Creators." she says idly.

Selena doesn't seem to be too bothered by the seating arrangements - the noise going so far as to cause the woman's ears to fold back and block out some of it as she sits herself down next to Cedric. After waiting for a lull in the noise that doesn't seem to come, she simply asks; "How're you finding the atmosphere here?" A little sarcastic to be sure, before greeting the familiar beings properly. "Cedric. Mirana. Travelled safely?" Aparrently excitement isn't terribly present in her.

Sveta has settled down a little by the time she's ushered to one of the seats within the cathedral. It could've been worse - sitting down is better than being pushed about in the crowd, and at least the demeanour of the Firmament folk is familiar, if not their faces.

The badger hasn't set foot in a creator church in some time, actually... while he has no problem with raiding their scattered ruins, he seems mildly uncomfortable to be here. He's not sure why... it's not like he has anything against the church or what little he knows of the creator saints. He greets the others evenly, definitely not as enthusiastic as the priestess about the affair, "Greetings, Lady Solacious. Selena." he says, in greeting, bowing his head politely. Upon raising it, Cedric glances around the cathedral, "It was a decent enough trip, I guess." he says, forcing a smile. He would have rather taken an airship, in retrospect. "Don't think I've ever seen a church this large, before... I guess it'd have to be, for this kinda thing, huh?"

The din slowly dies down, not because of any great amount of orginization, though some soft gesturing does prompt some to settle in place. Air mathemagic softly begins to hush the noises through the pews, making it difficult to shout, but allowing spoken words to carry to neighbors easily enough, stifling it past a few feet though. A priest emerges from behind a curtain, female, ursine, with a Small Folk crest at her belt line despite being large. She moves up to a podium arranged there and regards the crowd. Her presence encourages more to go quiet, staring expectantly.

Mirana turns to Selena, "It was an easy trip, yes, but an exciting one." she says and then to Cedric, "You seem tense, everything ok? Do try to relax, this is an important event, but I don't think anything of great worry could happen." She finishes then watches as the subtle magics give some quiet to the area and watches with great anticipation for what the ursine will do. She looks over and gives a smile an quiet nod to Sveta before continuing her watch.