Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-34818102-20181113013724/@comment-37523810-20181203002855

Roran would make his way to it, noticing the armored man with an idol of the Chief God. He also noticed his readied abloest, and was fearful of the man’s intentions. He then found the shrine a modest figure of the Ryu behind sacred spices and a bowl of holy rain water. Roran would slowly fall to his knees and bow low before it.

“Gracious and righteous Ryu, maker of the rains and mist, I humbly ask that you might answer my prayers to your caring soul... I have journeyed so far to this sacred shrine of yours, and must now journey further through the cold and harsh mountains of this Isle. I ask of your benevolent spirit to keep myself and my companions safe and brave as we begin our trek.”

Roran would reach out to the bowl of water, wetting his hand within it and placing his fingers over his heart, his aches having reached a new peak.

“And I pray to you, great Ryu, that your words of healing and grace may cure my aching heart, and that my suffering may be washed away by your kindness.”

Roran would then take out his pan flute, closing his eyes. “While I have no offering of wealth or harvest, I hope that my song of your soul may be considered a token of my devotion to you.” He then brought his flute to his lips to play a spell song, channeling all of his emotion into it to make it as powerful as he could for his deity.