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FAITH

This is the story of Devious Silverblu, a.k.a. 'The Devious
Paladin', and a creature that she encountered in the land of
fear.  It has been a while, but the story is picking up.

Cast
Delmara            Humphrey Aaron  aaron@amisk.cs.ualberta.ca
Devious Silverblu  Ceredwin        clben1@giaeb.cc.monash.edu.au
Laroo              A. H.           ajh@connix.com

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[FAITH] Chapter 4: Terms (1/3)

At The Temple

Devious stretched, her tale told.  She looked at Laroo.  "You ask
for concise answers, I can give you few.  But I ask for them too. 
Tell me what your price is."

Was it just her imagination, or was there something between these
two? Delmara was pondering the intensity of the ... inspection
this man, Laroo, had given both her and Devious, but that was now
mostly centered on the Paladin.. yes "inspection" was the proper
word she decided.

Without hesitation the man said "It will take me a little time to
set my price Paladin, I want to see if I can find out more. I
will meet with you tommorrow at the Inn for breakfast, early." 
With that Laroo spun on his heel and left the room, it was not
until she heard the front door shut that Devious realized that
the man did not make much if any sound when he moved.

She looked at Delmara.  "You, too, priestess.  I do not believe
in making others wander into danger without compensation.  Ask
what either of you will, though I doubt you have...material
wants."  She looked around Delmara's study. 

Delmara was caught off-guard by Devious's offer, and was
momentarily speechless.  "I...I can't think of anything offhand." 
Her face twisted wryly.  "Ask again at the other end of this
undertaking."

The Paladin half-lidded her eyes and smiled.  "I *am* tired,
priestess, and would fain rest a little in your temple.  It seems
peaceful to me.  Shall we spend the night here and journey forth
on the morrow to find Alfvaen?" 

Delmara nodded.  "If we go out early enough, he may not have
bestirred himself yet," she said with a grin.  "We usually have a
few pallets around...it shouldn't be a problem."

A little later Devious found Delmara again within the temple, and
this time the Paladin seemed curious.

"Your decorations and devices are unknown to me," the Paladin
said, falling in step beside her.  "May I ask what aspect of the
Light - no, sorry," she shook her head, "may I ask what are the
beliefs and goals of She whom you serve?  I think She is a little
different to my gentle Lord of Light."

The Paladin rubbed at her arm fretfully "And I do not serve my
Lord as well as I should."  She looked up at the priestess.  "My
faith is failing, I fear.  I have been too long away from my
home.  Tell me, what is She like, the one you follow?"

This was a conversational topic Delmara felt a bit more
comfortable with than many that had arisen that day.  She could
call up such tellings at will.  "My Lady is named Aditi, the
Goddess of Hurtful Love, of the Silken Whip.  She teaches that
love is often hurtful, for one side or both, and that if one side
voluntarily chooses to take hurt onto itself, then the other
side's hurt may thusly be lessened."

Devious raised an eyebrow questioningly.

"Most of those who enter her priesthood and take her oath--never
to refuse one who wishes love, in whatever form--are those who
have already been hurt by love many times.  The hurt, like any,
may pain no less, but one can become accustomed to pain.  And the
knowledge that one is freely suffering the pain often allows one
to be shielded.  In effect, we offer up our pain to the Lady."

Then she stopped, having caught sight of Aitreni standing in the
doorway of her room, clad in the nightgown Delmara had put her to
bed in.  "Jad wants to know if we're going to Founder's Day
tomorrow.  There'll be jugglers an' things all over the place."

Delmara smiled.  "I'd forgotten Founder's Day was so close.  Of
course you may go.  You shouldn't carry much money, but I can let
you have a silver or two to spend."

Aitreni smiled and disappeared back into the room she shared with
her brother.

Devious looked at Delmara.  "Offering pain..."  She shrugged
slightly and gave a somewhat wry smile.  "We of the Lord of Light
are supposed to offer love itself--any kind of love.  I think
that is why I am having difficulty at the moment. 
The...man...you saw in my visions of my home is my..." she
struggled to find the word, "mate, I suppose you might say.  We
of the Pack and the Flight always interbreed-- only females are
ever of the Flight, and only males form the Pack." She kicked at
the ground slightly.

"Marriage is not quite as convenient for us."  She managed a
grin. "My peoples are not usually sexually aware save at certain
times in the year.  And then the feeling is very, very strong. 
It is impossible to wait if one's mate is not about, and so many
mate with others. But when we pair that is stronger in some ways
than marriage.  It is a friendship and love so deep that physical
urges do not even touch it.  I miss my mate very much.  That is
the only way love has ever hurt me."

Delmara raised an eyebrow.  She hadn't guessed that Devious was
that different from her...for a moment she wondered whether the
Pack and Flight's way was better...

The Paladin looked to where the acolyte had disappeared.  "No one
has ever used my love against me, or deliberately tried to wound
me, Delmara.  In that I am lucky."  She suddenly shook her head. 
"But other things.  Your apprentice seemed excited. What is this
Founder's Day?" 

"It's a civic holiday.  I don't know if it corresponds to
Generica's actual founding, but a mayor declared it so decades
ago, and so it stands.  It seems to be celebrated by many
adventurers and passers-through, as well as the Dragon's Inn
crowd."  Then her brow furrowed.  "I wonder...if there is some
kind of adventurers' gathering tomorrow, perhaps we will find
Alfvaen there, or someone who has seen him.  It may make our
search that much simpler...  I imagine that Luthor Anside will be
having some sort of affair, or perhaps 'Raelf.  No matter; Rowan
Littlefair at the Inn will doubtless know."

She sighed and looked at Devious.  "I may have told you that
Alfvaen and I did not part on the best of terms.  Despite my
Lady's teaching, sometimes a love will cause pain merely for
knowing it is not unique, and that is one thing we cannot
guarantee without breaking our oaths.  Though it has happened in
the past that one has left Aditi's priesthood to keep such a love
alive.  It is one reason that She has so few followers...her way
is hard."

"But it is time the air between us was cleared.  Friends are
perhaps more precious than lovers, for love that is given without
hurt is precious.  And I wish strongly that we may become friends
again." 

Then Delmara fell silent.  Wordlessly, she helped Devious prepare
her pallet for the night, and after saying goodnight she went to
her chamber. There she lay awake long into the night, remembering
the gentle touch of a healer named Radan Tsran...

Devious stretched and thought.  Delmara was very right, at least
by her standards.  A true friend was more than a lover could ever
be.  She smiled, thinking of her Pack mate, often silly,
protective and amusing and kind hearted.  They had been best
friends years before the summertime fever had got into her and
made her dance for him. Well, she thought, that was another
reason for getting her cloak back.  Then she could open the
portal again, and speak to him.  Just to see his gentle face... 
The Paladin sighed, then curled up into a ball and fell asleep... 



Laroo

Laroo's mind was whirling:

- 'If it reflects one's soul,  could it not possess a soul as
  well?' 
- 'Then the Paladin could be acting for this being, or even be
  the being..' 
- 'But then Delmaras' god would not have allowed the Paladin into
  the temple'
- 'If this creature can assume the abilities of it's victims, how
  would we know what we are up against?'
- 'And if it can change form, it could be anyone.. or anything'
- 'But we could use Delmaras' god to "test" any would be allies'
- 'But suppose the creature were powerfull enough to fool a god?'
- 'Then the creature would not have been trapped in Ravenloft and
  would certainly not bother with mortals

Although this last thought made Laroo feel better, he found
himself taking all the precautions he would take if he were in
hostile territory, he slipped into the shadows as he left the
temple, there he rendered himself invisible and from there cast
the spell that would let him fly.  He approached his room from
the second story window, checked his wards, entered and checked
everything again.

He cast the spell which created the inter-dimensional space in
which he usually slept.  He performed his usual ritual of
removing his pouches, from inside is special pockets.  Each of
the pouches and sacks was tied to his jacket but he always did
this before entering his sanctuary as a precaution.

Once inside he pondered his plan of attack:


- 'Reflection of the soul' he laughed to himself.
- 'Only those that believed in religion believed in souls'
- 'But reflecting a beings darkest fears - Laroo used a spell
  along those lines to great effect.  His spell created the
  monster in the victims' mind and it was the victims own
  willpower that killed him.'
- 'However it did not cause them to kill themselves, therefore it
  was a spell of a different nature, and not one of possession
  either...' 
- 'The eyes have been called the gateway to the soul.'
- 'Perhaps the spell was delivered by gaze, such as that of a
  medusa or an umberhulk?'

Laroo prepared the spells he would study and went to sleep, which
for him was usually four hours, sometimes six when he was
indulgent.  He awoke with a start... immediately his hand went to
Ex-Paramour, the white saphire.  He could see nothing unusual
through the magic gate of his place without space, and magic
would not operate through the gate so detection spells were
useless.  But it worked both ways and so, he watched for a few
minutes.  Satisfied that nothing had intruded into his room, he
tried to recall what had woken him.

He realized he had been dreaming not of the current situation,
but of the Paladin.  His reaction had been a natural one, he had
been thinking uncharacteristic thoughts.  Usually he dreamed of
his current situation.  He went back to sleep.

He woke an hour later and studied his spells.   He then gathered
his belongings and cast his usual array of protective spells. 
Then he went down the stairs, hiding in the shadows and as
quietly as possible, the Inn Keeper and the help did not notice
him.

Just then the Paladin walked in.  She was clean and her torn cape
was mended.  She headed toward the Inn Keeper.  The alarms went
off in his mind as he recalled that the One Who Reflects could
change form.  He grasped the diamond he had named Clearsight and
he activated the spell of True Seeing,  he was more than a little
surprised...



