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Post by Rena Ferran on Dec 25, 2014 19:42:48 GMT -5
Mara frowned as the doors remained stubbornly closed. "Perhaps." She echoed, looking to either side of the building. "...Think there's another way in? Seems like a big enough buildin' to have more than one."
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Post by The Narrator on Dec 25, 2014 19:48:31 GMT -5
"Maybe a window?" he suggested, stepping away from the massive doors and down the steps into the courtyard. There were several windows, all with beautiful stained glass designs that were not meant to be opened with a latch. Short of breaking one, that option seemed out.
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Post by Rena Ferran on Dec 25, 2014 19:51:51 GMT -5
Mara similarly stepped back to survey the windows, tilting her head as she studied them before looking to the surrounding buildings, and their various states of disrepair. "...The temple don't have any broken windows." The comment would seem like stating the obvious if Michael wasn't watching where she was looking as she spoke.
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Post by The Narrator on Dec 25, 2014 20:00:45 GMT -5
"No, no it does not," he muttered, more in appreciation than suspicion like she might've. They were tall and raised from the ground, too high up for a man to press his hand against them or peer inside, but low enough that if Michael tried he could pull himself into the alcove to touch them.
"They're very beautiful, are they not?" he started, approaching one and deftly crouching to scoop up a rock. "I'm torn between my appreciation for the craftsmanship and my desire to see what lies within," he admitted, looking at Mara for a suggestion.
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Post by Rena Ferran on Dec 25, 2014 20:04:35 GMT -5
"It's very pretty glass, but there ain't no one around to enjoy it no more." She frowned, "Not so pretty to stop raiders though, so why ain't they broke?"
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Post by The Narrator on Dec 25, 2014 20:06:42 GMT -5
Michael looked down to the rock in his hand, then back at the glass. "Maybe they knew better? This place is supposed to be haunted, isn't it? Like breaking into a holy tomb..."
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Post by Rena Ferran on Dec 25, 2014 20:08:41 GMT -5
Mara shrugged, "Well we're gonna need somewhere to bunk down for the night, and that temple seems like the most invitin' place I've seen in weeks. I'll apologize for breakin' the pretty window later."
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Post by The Narrator on Dec 25, 2014 20:13:10 GMT -5
"Do you hear that, Nelios, god of wisdom? Should my aim displease you, know that it is the dwarf who takes blame and punishment!" he hollared, leaning back then throwing the stone at the window. It shattered upon impact, spilling glass into the cathedral and into the courtyard, the entire pane going down together.
"I will pray for you tonight," Michael offered, bowing his head in respect to the dwarfling.
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Post by Rena Ferran on Dec 25, 2014 20:15:15 GMT -5
"That's probably best. I don't know many prayers." Mara looked up to the window, "So you go in an' I wait by the door for you to open it? No way I'm reachin' that."
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Post by The Narrator on Dec 25, 2014 20:17:45 GMT -5
"I wish thinking maybe I unnecessarily boost you in and leave you to whatever unhappy ghosts that might be inside while I wait out here where it's safe," he grunted, already climbing into the alcove and helping himself inside. A few moments later, there was a thud from inside, and the doors began to open, with a wave of dust and a coughing Michael exiting to greet the dwarf.
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Post by Rena Ferran on Dec 25, 2014 20:39:31 GMT -5
"Big bad ghosts cover you in dust?" She laughed, moving up to give Michael a pat on his back before peering into the temple itself. Time to see what a house of the holy was once upon a time.
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Post by The Narrator on Dec 25, 2014 20:54:43 GMT -5
With the light of the fading sun coming into the cathedral through the open doors rather than the stained glass, Mara was greeted with quite the sight, and smell.
Long pews lined the main room of the cathedral, with a path splitting them down the middle to a raised dais. Slumped over in said pews were the long dead corpses of those that had locked themselves in to pray and keep safe against what they thought wood and stone would stop. The bodies were preserved well, but the years had faded the major details and left them as they were, a gathering of the devoted, gathered to die in desperation.
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Post by Rena Ferran on Dec 25, 2014 21:03:12 GMT -5
Gagging at the smell, Mara lifted an arm to block her nose. "So much for a nice place to stay. I don' suppose you'd want to help to uh... handle the bodies in some way, would ya? Or would that anger the spirits that are out here?"
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Post by The Narrator on Dec 25, 2014 21:06:01 GMT -5
Michael covered his mouth and nose with the side of his arm, frowning at the sight of it all. "There's no place to bury them, and I hardly know the prayers to give them the respects they deserve. If this place was sealed up, maybe they stored some supplies here with them? See if we can't find anything, I'll do what I can to air this place out."
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Post by Rena Ferran on Dec 25, 2014 21:09:59 GMT -5
Mara nodded, arm still held to her face as she made her way into the main room of the temple. She didn't bother with the bodies, the things people valued and held onto before the fall were all odd. Didn't do much these days. She instead moved toward the altar and the back of the room to see if there were any sort of communal supplies.
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