Engel: Fiat Lux

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I look to behold the beautiful, yet familiar face of Leisse, one of my Ordermen, standing behind the wise women who had greated us so kindly. After she gave her welcome and set us off to do as we wished, I left the group to go and convers with the fellow Engel of this land of Freiburg. I thought this place a wonderful sight to behold, even for it's ruin apperance. Just looking out of the stained glass windows as I walk the corridors of the mighty Cathidral and watch the rain fall apon this city made me guitty. I stood before the glass, reaching into my pockets and withdrawing a pad and pencil. I began to sketch the scenery that I saw, rain and all. My wings streatching out slightly as I continued to consentrait, not noticing anyone who had walked past me or haven't. When I was finished, I gazed apon it and then out the window once again and smerked at how remarcably similar they were from one another. But, pencil doesn't do the scenery justic, the charcoal copy I had made could never be as beautiful as the real thing. I took the page in my hand and crumlpled it, tossing it to the floor as I walked away.

Knowing me, I was the first to find the, what seemed to be the building's, Library and made my home there with in the knoladge of the cities holy text. What they had atleast. I could feel a presence growing ever present inside of my head as I sat at the desk, reading up on what happned to the city and who still lives here. What types of buildings once took of shot here with in it's bourders. There was a small collecsion of books written by a local auther, so I desided to read them. It was insain madness about daemonds, death and destrucsion. It was about the comming of the apocalypse and from what I read, he spared no detail. I thought it amusing to think that humans were so wrapped up with their own mortality, and of the destrucsion of their race.

I felt a presence behind me and turned my shoulders, looking twards the disturbance, it was my fellow Ordermen. Liesse, she looked fair and youthful, more so then anyone who I have seen of this town. It must of been the fact that she was a familiar face that drew me twards her but, I digress.

"Well met, Sister." I stood and spoke, bowing my head to her in respect. "Does thou welcome use as the humans, with open arms?" I waited for her reply, my hands clasped together as if in prayer infront of my chest as I gave her the most kindist exspresion I could muster.
 
Leisse inclined her head to the Engel in an abbreviated bow. Sharp, dark eyes regarded him in the dimness of the small room. It could hardly be called a library; though it did house books it was more of a small religious study containing the teachings of the Angelitic Church and some small information on the Dreamseed scourge and the town of Freiburg as well. The Prior made her way to Sheogariel, hands held loosely by her sides and not speaking until she was very near.

She was indeed youthful, and fair: hair the color of cornsilk framed her pale face, straight as a pin and cut into a neat bob that might look severe on some women. Her eyes were a blue that was made all the more intense by her robes. She would have been beautiful if not for the calculating way she had of looking at those to whom she was speaking and the thinness of her lips. "Sheogariel. Of course you're welcome, you are a blessing upon this town." She said matter-of-factually, as if explaining that two and two were four. "I remember you from my visits to Prague." She tilted her head to the side slightly, seeming for all the world like a curious bird of prey.

"Come, you certainly must know all of this already. Won't you join your fellows back in the cathedral and rest for the night?" Her voice was gentle, as was the guiding hand upon his shoulder as she swept around behind Sheogariel to usher him from the tiny room. "Tomorrow you and Nurnadael must come to the Ramielitin monastery. The monks would be elated, and I'm sure that Pyriel has some information on our town to pass on to you." She smiled. The expression was friendly, but calculatedly so. Leisse walked with Sheogariel back to where his fellows rested in the large open space of the main cathedral. It was here that she took her leave, walking out into the rainy evening, book in hand.


It was with a liquid, subconscious grace that Tyriel moved to Serefaal's side. He spoke quietly, even though their words would likely be unheard over the noise of Demoloth and Akiel as he teased her and laughed in a more and more agitated way as the petite Raphaelitin took it all in stride, occasionally firing back a biting but kindly-worded retort. Tyriel's dark eyes darted to them and back to the hooded face of his companion.

"Brother, welcome. I know that it is late and you have traveled far and wish to rest, but I must ask: did you receive our Ab's letter?" Running a hand back through his dark hair, Tyriel continued: "She is... eager that you be briefed. If you should prefer to wait until a time more private, when you are fresh, I would certainly understand."

Despite his calm, Tyriel appeared to be almost reluctant to pass along the information that Serefaal should receive.
 
As soon as the group of Engel landed, Serefaal spotted Tyriel. Taelin was awoken from her small nap and hooted a greeting. Serefaal himself said nothing but slightly bowed. Tyriel spoke slowly and hesitantly as if he was reluctant. Serefaal listened carefully, saying not a word. His hooded face was still hidden, but a cold glint in his gray eyes showed that he was intently listening.

"Yes, I did." Once again, Serefaal expressed much through few words. He reached into a robe pocket and took out a very small handful of ash. He flicked his hand and the black dust scattered in the air. He said nothing, but his actions seemed to say This is the letter. Serefaal sensed that Tyriel was not telling him everything that he needed to be told. He said nothing, his wings fluttering ever so slightly while his cold aura surrounded him.

Taelin hooted again.
 
Nurnadael bowed, placing one hand over her heart, as if in gratitude. She had followed them, knowing that they had information they couldn't pass up. As they finished talking, she took her leave, joining the others at the cathedral. The rain did not hinder her mood as much as her movements. She even took pleasure in being drenched like that.

Soon, they would have much harder obstacles. She could tell, even without such advanced premonitions.
 
The trek to Frieburg left Akiel feeling ragged, but her curiosity of this new city and the zeal of her Fellowship lifted her spirits. The warm, inviting candlelight of the cathedral further soothed her. After meeting with the various church officials and Tyriel, she retrieved her bag from Demoloth's possession, smiling gratefully. "Thank you for holding on to this." Her smile turned playful. "You really didn't have to carry it the whole way, though… I can manage it perfectly fine." She demonstrated by tossing the bag in the air and catching with one hand with ease; rather surprising, as Demoloth could attest it weighed close to twenty pounds… She turned and exited Bishop Lucrette's chambers, blonde ponytail swinging back and forth with each step.

Akiel located her designated sleeping chamber and changed into fresh clothes, eager to shed the grime of the journey. She emerged to mingle with the townspeople lingering in the cathedral in the wake of her Fellowship's arrival. She conversed with them in an almost casual way, offering a healing hand or a verbal blessing when asked.
 
Tiel weathered the flight quite well, even with her dripping wet hair draped over her eyes practically the entire time. It would've been much harder without Demoloths wide air current to follow. His wing span made for a delightful path and it was quite relaxing letting him lead the way. Shewould have to thank him later when the time was pleasent for it.

The welcome the group received upon landing was abit unexpected and the town was dreary, as she pictured it in her head.

As usual she rewarded everyone who greeted them on arrival with a warm smile and small talk. The prayer they partook in was heartfelt aswell.

Tiel went through all the formalities... And when it was time, she relaxed, allowing her hair t air-dry.
 
Note: Akiel is much stronger than she looks. If you want to piss her off, at least do it at a distance. Demoloth grinned and lounged casually on one of the pews. As much as he tended to enjoy flying, he had to admit that the trek to this little mudpuddle of a town was a tough one. Not just for the weather- that was typical- but having to go slow enough to stay with the rest of his fellowship was somewhat frustrating and tiring if he was honest. He was used to flying with other Urielites: fast and enduring as they were. He was glad they had arrived and could rest and dry out.

The welcome had been a nice one and the cathedral truly was a sight to behold. It was so old. The particular architecture was very interesting and he looked forward to morning's dim light in order to fly up and inspect the design in the spire. He chided himself for the excitement over such a thing and instead thought on the church officials they had been introduced to. He wasn't much for the bureaucracy that seemed to go hand-in-hand with their high holy purpose, but he was here now: with a fellowship and assigned to protect this town, so these things seemed to to take on a new importance. At the very least, it seemed as if Sheogariel and Serefaal were getting on well with their new hosts.

Standing from the pew with a pained groan- maybe he was more tired than he had originally thought- Demoloth made his way over to a bedraggled-looking Tiel. Her armor was still flawless, washed clean in the heavy rain they had flown through, but the rest of the young Engel was looking a little worn. "How are you holding up, sister?" He asked quietly, the candle-lit cathedral making his eyes dance hypnotically. Making note of Akiel's reappearance and fresh garments, he drew Tiel's attention to it as well. "You might want to find your chamber as well and get out of that wet armor. You won't catch a human cold, but you're no doubt uncomfortable. I can help."

He spoke the last with a smile, knowing full well that the offer was a vague one. He might be tired, but that was no reason not to have a little fun. With a gesture, he indicated the way that Akiel had returned from and offered Tiel his arm.

Demoloth shot the little Raphaelitin a sidelong glance as he passed her, giving prayers and laying on hands of the townspeople with the greatest need who had stayed behind. He felt a strange pang as he did, and wondered if it was related to his fatigue.
 
He would smile wormly to the advise given to him by a fellow Ramielite. he would nod to her but not to agree with what she had just said. Instead, he would reply, "But sister, just being in your presance is making me well rested."

For some reason, Sheo could not enter her mind and could tell that she could feel him trying to enter, so he stopped. He frowned and told her, "My apologizes, I am just used to talking with a fellow Order member Telepathicly, I hope I didn't mean any disrespect." He could tell she was hiding something, and he didn't like it. He thought a moment, bulding a four houndred and ninty-fifth firewall barrier to his mental state, atleast in his more personal memories just in case she tried something, If I can't read hers, I'm not letting her read mine. he would think to him self.

"Of course, shail we venture twards the common area together? I would enjoy your company on the lonely, cold walk there. It's not every day you get to meet someone with your level of exsperience, being down here longer then I."
 
Tyriel watched as the ash scattered, his features carefully calm. Since the hooded Gabrielite made no indication one way or the other about his state of fatigue, he decided to forge ahead.

"Well. That's probably for the best, then." Tyriel paused for a moment, his voice becoming softer still. "Ab Anja seems to think that Freiburg would be greatly benefited by a more..." The elder Engel paused, as if trying to find the right words. "...Gabrielitin touch. Honestly, it's the Gabrielite order that stands to benefit from this place. She wants to hold the town exclusively and move the Remielitin order out in order to gain more of the resources the town has to offer. It doesn't seem like much, but if the surrounding area were to be pacified and cleared of Dreamseed it could become a major trade hub." He looked around cautiously but casually in order to ensure their privacy.

Something about the way the elder Engel spoke and held himself seemed to speak of a reluctance. It was almost with something like trepidation in his voice that Tyriel asked of Serefaal: "What do you think, brother? There is time to consider if you wish. I'm afraid that our Ab's methods are somewhat in the extreme when it comes to acquisition of territory." Tyriel's dark eyes seemed to burn into those of Serefaal where they glittered in the dark of his hood. He then broke his gaze and shook his head.

"Perhaps something to be considered when you are better rested. It is a heavy thought, especially when you have yet to really see the place. Rest, brother. We'll speak on this again another time." Tyriel crossed his arms- somewhat scarred and defined with lean muscle- across his chest while he regarded his stoic order mate a moment longer before watching the new gathering of Engel within the cathedral. A muscle in his jaw worked subtly as the only indication of his agitation.
 
Clear blue eyes met Demoloth's momentarily, a grin ghosting over Akiel's lips. He was a sight to behold in the inviting candlelight of the cathedral... Her gaze passed on to Tiel, and her smile melted into a warm, almost motherly expression. She bowed her head in their direction to bid them goodnight.

She spent another hour socializing with the townspeople. It seemed as if each person had a relative in need of healing, and she promised each that she would visit them and help at a later time; despite her calming reassurance, the hopelessness of this town showed on their faces... As time passed, she grew emotionally weary, which she knew was exacerbated by her body's fatigue. Only a solid night's rest would help. She smiled gently at the few remaining souls and stood, murmuring a soft "Peace be with you". She turned to leave, but stopped short as a small child blocked her path.

The child's eyes looked everywhere but at her, as he nervously fidgeted with the edge of his frayed garments. It was obvious he wanted to say something, but he was too timid to speak up. Akiel crouched down so she was eye level with him, tilting her head with a smile. "What is it, little one?"

The little boy finally looked at her, eyes betraying his fear and uncertainty. "Wha-... What is heaven like?"

She regarded the question for a moment, then leaned in to whisper in his ear. His eyes widened, and she pulled back, a smile sliding onto her lips. Maneuvering her wing forward, she plucked a pristine white feather and took his small hand, closing his fingers around it. She stood again, weaving around the boy and returning to her chambers to rest.
 
Tiel seemed to make good work of erasing her presence. Space was given in order for the others to conversate and tend to their own needs, they were just fine at the moment. Tiel caught peices of conversation that hadn't registered in her wary state. Endurance wasnt one ofher strong suits. She had taken her seat in the cathedral and spent her time distributing prayers to passerby's. It seemed as though that task never ended. Everyoneseemedto have some sort of problem... Everyone. Tiel felt bad announcing to the citizens that she needed an inteermission.Their faces were so sad,so needy, so depressing.

Her scarlet eyes scanned over the room, threatening not to shut down, looking for something to keep her attention. It seemedthat Demoloth eagerly accepted. She watched as her companion made his way overto her, the dim lighting suiting them both just right. "I'll be just fine Demo." She spoke casually as usal and flashed him a cool smile justto potray her gratefulness. "You look well.." Her eyes paced up and down for a moment. He didnt seem to fatigued. It did seem as though he could read her. Was her fatigue that openly shown? " It does seem as though i need a rest, dosn't it? That goes for you to." She playfully poked his outstretched arm before taking it gracefully, letting him lead her.

On the way her eyes fell upon little Akiel. Tiel did her best to return smile given. In her head shewent over a shortprayer wishing Akiel well with the restof the night, for she seemed to be helping people at a good pace
 
Demoloth escorted his fellowship's leader down the dimly lit corridor to the wing where guests of the church were housed, murmuring soft conversation about nothing in particular. It seemed as if Tiel were struggling just to keep her eyes open, and this tempered the Urielite somewhat in his antics. There was no satisfaction in a battle too easily won. Not even if the prize were as lovely as the Michaelite in his company.

Like the rest of the cathedral, the corridor was a gothic design of cool grey stone accented with polished wood and hung with religious tapestries interspersed with low-burning oil lamps. The result made the space feel more intimate and warm than the rest of the munster. Arriving outside of the chamber that was to be Tiel's for the night, Demoloth gently slipped her hand from his arm and opened the door for her, staying outside of it. "Your makeshift cellae, sister. It will be nice to sleep indoors after our journey, and on a bed no less. Sleep well, and I await your orders in the morning."

He gave her hand a little squeeze, the ghost of his usual smile crossing his lips as he turned to a door across the hall. "I'll just be in here should you need me during the night." He glanced over his shoulder, one brow raised archly, but she had already disappeared within her own chamber and was no doubt already quick on her way to sleeping. Demoloth seemed to deflate a little, the fatigue of the trip and acting as the formation lead finally taking its toll. He shoved his door open and stumbled within, only just remembering to shut it again before collapsing on the bed. He slept the fitful sleep of the exhausted and did not stir a feather until well into morning the next day.
 
Serefaal listened to the elder Engel speak, nodding occasionally. At one point he shooed Taelin away, who sulking, flew off in a white blur. He continued listening. He barely moved, almost a menacing statue that listened to each word. What he heard was quite interesting. After a bit, he spoke few but strong words.

"Will this cause a division within the Engel?"

The older Engel suggested he get rest and Serefaal nodded. He moved from his still position and walked back to his group, silently joining them. He secretly wondered what the rest would think but there was not time to uselessly dull over it.
 
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