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Post by sansatine on Aug 4, 2017 11:00:29 GMT -6
C A S T I E L
The king's passing was a difficult one, but the mourning had ceased and life was to continue. Castiel had been up for hours already, but the sun was newly painting the sky with its light. Patrons would enter soon, but the doors were long open. As the Flamine walked the halls, they scanned each piece. Every one unique to it's artist, just as Castiel wanted it. Artisans were the backbone to this sanctum and they made a point to make their presence felt.
Castiel ventured upstairs to scan more of the pieces, enjoying what little downtime they had. Sanctum Helpers were busy at work now, greeting guests and helping them where they could. From the balcony, Castiel saw you.
"Hello, and welcome to the Azar Sanctum."
This is a public forum! I invite your character to enter, do as they please, and leave at their own will! If you'd like to get aquinted with the sanctum, please read the flamine rank guide as well as this description! If you have any questions, please contact me via skype: hubahuba02 dA: sansatine (though I check far less here) discord: sansatine#8046 Logistics Post Chapter 4, but before the godforsaken Chapter 5 Amadeus has died :/ Set in and around the Azar Sanctum, including the sanctum's courtyard and other buildings. Characters are not permitted in the Flamine's quarters, unless they want to break in and be a #baddie Dont know where to start? Maybe your character has a painting they'd like to donate- or better yet, sell! Has your character fallen from god and need realignment? Did you just come to use the sanctum resources? Did your mom/owner/dad/other controlling being make you come? |
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Post by InTheDappledRain on Aug 4, 2017 13:21:51 GMT -6
Asalah
Normally the Azar sanctum was not a place she would be. Normally, she'd be out helping slaves in a much different sanctum, talking with a much different flamen, but that was not the case as Asalah stepped into the quiet halls. She flicked her ears back almost immediately in surprise, as the flamen took note of her, welcoming her and the others that were ushering themselves in warmly. She hadn't quite expected the warm welcome. To be honest, she hadn't expected much at all, though she had known that this sanctum was one of Evalynn's favorites, if not the favorite sanctum of her sister. It housed so much art and history that it'd be hard for any artisan to ignore. Asalah had known that much as she often listened to her sister titter on about the various renovations. She had been excited to see the new statue of the King installed... a thought that sent pangs of regret through Asalah almost at once. She didn't think of the poor child too often anymore, but the remnants of his death still washed over her on occasion. Though, that wasn't why she was in the sanctum. It wasn't for her sister's sake or to see what was to happen with the current statue, nor was it so that she could see the gorgeous stained glass within. No, she had come to see to the members of the sanctum... not quite a forced doctor's appointment, but pretty closed to it. If there was something that Asalah had come to expect, it was that the flamen within rarely went out into the city... and when they did they often weren't to be bothered by the likes of doctors... though the mare was far from a fully fledged doctor. She was still learning much of her profession... which was fine. These things often took time.
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Post by 0mooncry0 on Aug 5, 2017 5:58:18 GMT -6
JENKO|PIT FIGHTER
Amadeus was dead. The boy King was murdered in his sleep. A child. How... cruel. The thought made him shudder. There had been a time where he would have mourned for Amadeus, a time where he believed the child would've made a fine ruler. That is, if the branding hadn’t happened. Or the attack on the Crucible… or the explosion in Breim. He shook his head. The King’s reign had truly been a failure. Still, he couldn’t help but wonder: who was going to take his place? Who was going to lead them now?
Jenko had so many questions. Ignacio had left most of them unanswered. Did he do something wrong? Was Ignacio not fond of all his children after all? He had no idea. Speaking of which, he had no idea what brought him here. It wasn’t like him to visit a Flamen. He usually prayed at home but given the circumstances... he needed guidance now more than ever. He needed answers. He needed someone to show him the way. A sign. Anything. It was all becoming too much to bear.
“Wow…” he breathed as he walked through the door. His eyes scanning the halls from left to right. The Crucible was merely a work in progress compared to the sanctum. He flicked his ears as the Flamen spoke, turning to them.
“Good morning, Priest Castiel. My thanks for your warm welcome.” He bowed “Sanctum Azar is truly a sight to behold.”
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Post by Deleted on Aug 5, 2017 17:37:11 GMT -6
BOLTHOR "So you can throw me to the wolves,
tomorrow I will come back, leader of the whole pack."
Heavy hooves fell on cobblestone as the large draft pushed himself through the Artisian District. His jaw worked on his golden bit, his dark brown eyes narrowed as he did his best to avoid eye contact with the other street dwellers. The Azar Sanctum laid ahead in his path, its doors open wide for all to enter if they so chose to. Bolthor was never one for prayer or "spiritual healing" as the Aodhians put it. He preferred to take out his troubles in the pits. However, he had been forced to come here, to "save face" or whatever - his master had claimed - due to the death of the boy king.The slave gritted his teeth together at the thought, letting out a harsh snort. He didnt care for the late king. He was a child who had no business being on the throne. He was dead now, it was over, everyone else had to get over it too. Bolthor already had. His thoughts brought him to the doors of the sanctum, his hooves planting in place as he hesitated to enter. He could always leave and say he paid his respects.. but he knew he was terrible at lying to Caligo. It would never work.Taking in a breath and letting out a sigh in defeat, the daft took a step in, his hooves clopping against the shimmering floor of the sanctum. He craned his head around as he glanced at the several mosaics printed along the walls. He stared with disinterest, his eyes half lidded and ears laid back. "Hello, and welcome to the Azar Sanctum." A voice rang out, pulling the gelding's attention to the balcony overhead. Rolling his eyes, Bolthor let out a grunt in recognition before turning his gaze to scan the rest that had wandered in before him. There were two others, but only one he recognized: another pit fighter by the name of Jenko. He offered the other fighter a nod in greeting, his lips pressed together in a line.
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Post by sansatine on Aug 6, 2017 0:25:40 GMT -6
C A S T I E L
Castiel elegantly trotted down the stairs, meeting eyes with a mare she'd yet to meet. There was a certain resemblance to a Mare she knew all too well... Evalynn! Yes, they must be related. She smiled to her and scanned the room to the others who she'd greeted.
A well muscled stallion was scanning the walls, taking in the sanctum as best he could. As Castiel stood in from
nt of him, he spoke, "Good morning, Priest Castiel. My thanks for your warm welcome. Sanctum Azar is truly a sight to behold.”
Castiel smiled, it was their life work to to let the work of Ethine show. "Thank you, but your compliments are better paid to the Artisans of our herd, truly their work is inspiring..." Castiel said warmly. The spotted stallion was given a nod by an entering one. "Please, tell me if there is anything I can help you with, or you can ask a sanctum helper if you're more comfortable with them."
This golden newcomer was less than estatic to be here. She turned to Evalynn's possible relative and greeted her closer, attention still drawn to the stallion mulling around. She severed her glance and turned to her, "Hello, what brings you to my Sanctum today? Is there anything I can do for you?" |
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Post by 0mooncry0 on Aug 7, 2017 11:30:05 GMT -6
JENKO|PIT FIGHTER
Bolthor? What brings him here? He didn’t expect any other pit fighters to show up. It was a pleasant surprise, really. He hadn’t had the chance to get to know the large stallion yet. Now was the perfect time to do so. He returned the greeting, offering Bolthor the tiniest of smiles as he did. Bolthor seemed less than pleased to be here. He wondered why that was. A sanctum wasn’t half that bad.
"Thank you, but your compliments are better paid to the Artisans of our herd, truly their work is inspiring...Please, tell me if there is anything I can help you with, or you can ask a sanctum helper if you're more comfortable with them." Startled, he turned his attention back to Castiel. He hadn’t seen the Flamen move down the balcony. “My pardons, Priest Castiel. I was lost in thoughts. I do know an artisan personally. I shall thank him for his wonderful work sometime. Thank you for your concern. I shall." with that, he bowed and made his way to Bolthor.
“Hey, man. How are you? I didn’t expect to see pit brethren here.”
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Post by Deleted on Aug 7, 2017 13:45:10 GMT -6
BOLTHOR "So you can throw me to the wolves,
tomorrow I will come back, leader of the whole pack."
The male felt eyes trained on him the moment he entered, his ears pressing back against his neck. He hated being the center of attention, unless he was fighting, of course. His gaze locked for only a moment with the Flamen, to which he held until the other looked away. They seemed to be more interested in another patron, which Bolthor wasnt complaining about. He was happy to sit on the sidelines for this one.
It was then that a voice called to him, catching the golden fighter's attention. His ears pressed forward in recognition, but quickly found their comfortable spot against his neck once more.
"Brethren. That's an interesting word." He mumbled quietly, his dark eyes shifting down to the spotted stallion as he made his way over. Oh well, he had might as well socialize.
"I'm as good as I'll ever be." He replied with a snort. He would rather be at home, but not everyone got what they wanted, did they? Sighing heavily, the gelding worked his golden bit through his mouth, chewing softly on the metal. "How are you?" Not that he cared, but he thought this was.. polite. At least, that was what Caligo did when he.. mingled.
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Post by InTheDappledRain on Aug 7, 2017 14:11:16 GMT -6
Asalah
The mare flicked her ears forward for a moment, surprised that the Flamen had taken such quick interest in her. She turned, taking silent note of the two pit fighters that had entered the sanctum, surprise coloring her thoughts for just a moment before she went back to the flamen. She was more than certain that most pit fighter slaves wouldn't be in the Azar Sanctum, however, it wasn't as if the paint mare knew much about what on within most of the large halls within the city. She merely came and went to and from as she pleased, helping those that needed it. "Oh!" She breathed, a slight smile appearing on her features as she dipped her head to Castiel. "My name's Asalah and I was here to see if any of your helpers... or yourself... had any ills that needed to be tended to." She flicked her tail from side to side, keeping her tone pleasant and calm as she glanced around. "I recently have become a doctor for our great city and feel that most of the cities Flamens forget that they have their own physical needs to tend to. If I'm wrong, that's fine. I'll probably stick around to enjoy your Sanctum's gorgeous interior."
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Post by 0mooncry0 on Aug 10, 2017 12:30:10 GMT -6
JENKO|PIT FIGHTER
“I’m… okay, I guess.” there was no point in lying, was there? “I’ve seen better days but... My sister.” He swallowed hard. Liana had been in the Pearl when… the incident happened. If only he had been there to protect her. Perhaps she would’ve gotten away unharmed. Or at the very least awake. “My- My pardons, it doesn't matter. I do not wish to bother you with any of that.”
He could tell the stallion wasn’t interested but he appreciated his politeness. There was no point in annoying him. He didn’t mean to annoy him. All he wanted was to get to know a fellow fighter better and to get his mind off things. Perhaps now was not the right time to do so. He didn’t come here to socialize. He had to remind himself why he came here in the first place. I need answers… he thought to himself. I need to know.
“I’ll be around if you need me.” He muttered, his eyes shifting down to his wrapped-up pasterns. The cloth was already turning to a faint pink. Darn it. He gazed back up, clearing his throat while doing so. Not that Bolthor would need him but he wanted to be polite. “If not, I’ll see you in the pits. May fire line your path, Bolthor.” With that, he turned his heel in search for a sanctum helper to confide in.
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