Amia stood before the gathered acolytes, clerics, and warriors who were not currently on duty. "My brothers and sisters, I wish to speak to you about some recent disturbances. Enemies of the Gods of Light have been spotted in the forest, far too close to the Temples of Habbakuk and Mishakal for comfort."
She pauses and sweeps her gaze over the large crowd, "We must be more careful and vigalent. Carelessness can get both you and those you are sworn to aid and protect killed."
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She spoke with all of the Dragons that patrolled the temple grounds. Each nodded seriously, well aware of the events that touched off the need for greater watchfulness.
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The day had been long and difficult for her. She had felt compelled to check on Taven constantly - often going back to the temple to make sure he was still there. Finally able to return to the Temple for the night, she stepped onto the dais, knelt before the alter and began to pray.
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Characters:
Amia Muriel - Chosen Prophet of Mishakal
Azura Atosh - Knight-Commander, Portsmith Keep
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Wait, what? I'm confused. No wait, maybe I'm not.
~Me