Yahal

God of faith and purity

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Postby Trente on March 24th, 2013, 3:05 am

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Panting, and glaring into Hound's eyes he tried desperately to show mastery over his breath, and his fiercely beating heart. Oh, how long it has been since he felt such passion. "Yahal," He said clearly through his panting, and gasps for air. "Please, look down upon this mark," with a tremoring hand he reached his blade to Hound's cheek again and left, with finely peeled parting flesh, and severed tissue another vertical line, intersecting the first. An "X" was left bloody and gaping open, one line formed by the hasty hand of a frantic father, and the second by a man clamoring desperately for control of his own existence, seeking after purity long lost. "Let all that see this mark also see his crimes, with clarity and surety, so that they must not suffer his defiling presence. Let us see the dirt that must be swept from our sills, and returned to the soil to let grow purer things."
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Postby Brodon Windriver on June 10th, 2013, 1:56 am

OOC - leading into This.

80th day of Spring, 513, in the sands of northeastern Eyktol

The caravan did not move so fast that the young man feared losing his way again for taking the time to stop and give his thanks. What was lost had now been found. But he did not now feel that he had ever been lost. And for the first time, he had maintained confidence, during a score of days crossing the desert, that there was a purpose waiting to be found. His purpose, his father's purpose and Yahal's purpose

Blessed Yahal,

I kneel in gratitude in the Eyktol sand to give voice to my amazement. Once again, your hand is upon me in my time of doubt. Yet I feel no guilt, only love for the patience you continue to show me. It is not that I feared death, or failure. Your priest, Joebel, of Yahebah, has shown me the wisdom of modesty. That I should not fill myself with conceit that all trials in my life can only be triumphed over by my own meager effort.

We were beset by a storm of sand that the men of the caravan referred to as "The Great Scouring Wall of Zulrav", and I became separated from them. Yet I kept my head and did what felt right to me. I left the caravan, which returned to Yahebah, judging by the tracks I found, and went in search of my horse, Lovaak. With me went a woman that had come to meet me with the caravan. Her goal to leave Eyktol was the reason she came, and was additional cause for me to go on across the Burning Lands, as her escort.

I recovered my horse, I learned more of the purity of life in the desert, and ultimately, found the greater caravan which heralded the expedition about which I have sent missive to Riverfall, a city I always wished to visit. I feel certain your hand has guided me to seek inclusion in this endeavor and hope to hear positive news before long.

Blessed be your name,

your humble servant,

Brodon Windriver, of the Diamond Pavilion...And also of Yahebah
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Postby Carvezia on August 11th, 2013, 1:38 pm

42nd day of Winter, 507AV

"Lord Yahal,
Please forgive me for the crimes I have committed against your word. I only do these things for I am lost in direction and require guidance. Please my lord tell me what I must do to earn your forgiveness and live with a pure heart for I do not want to continue the ill-hearted acts that I have comitted. I understand the punishment and misfortune you have wished upon me but please understand that I want to reform.
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Postby Raien Ironarm Pitrius on January 21st, 2014, 2:29 am

Timestamp: 54 Winter, 513AV - Eighth Bell

Before he walked into the bar. Raien wanted to make sure he didn't do anything too stupid. And while, the drink had never driven him too far, he figured one could never be to careful. So, as his feet drove him through the wooden archway, Raien sent a quick non-verbal prayer to the god of faith himself.

"Yahal, we both know the promises I've made. Honestly, me even saying what I just said might be pointless. But then again that would make it all pointless, and I know it's not." Raien stopped, he really needed to stop blubbering random things whenever he prayed.

"I mean the whole point of praying to you is to show faith right? So, even if you know what I mean, if I believe that me telling you, is actually telling you something, that makes it true.... Because I had faith..Maybe? I really don't know. I still have a lot to learn here. And the funny thing is, I tend to say that everytime I pray to you. I guess it's a good thing." Raien once again stopped mid-prayer. He'd already been speaking to his lord for a while and he hadn't even said what he needed to say.

"Whats not a good thing though, is that I always get so far off tack when I pray." Raien smirked bit, hoping that Yahal found it funny as well. And didn't just see it as him wasting his time. As he found himself through the door entirely.

"Anyway, please give me strength to make the right judgements here. Don't let me drink to many Ale's. And don't let me break any of those vows I was reminding us of earlier. Thank you for listening. And I guess that's it. Bye? I guess." Raien always found ending prayers rather odd, and he'd been known to keep praying for hours sometimes, if he forgot to stop or got carried away. He viewed it almost as if he just stopped talking to himself. This thought was always accompanied with shame however, every time he thought that, he was questioning Yahal's ability to hear him, whether he meant to or not. He really needed to work on that, he honestly did have a lot to learn.

As Raien began walking through the pub he quickly forgot about the prayer and any regret that came with it, allowing both to float to the back of his mind.
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Postby Raien Ironarm Pitrius on January 21st, 2014, 8:43 pm

20 of Fall, 511 A.V.

Raien found himself growing increasingly frustrated. And to be honest, he, the big bad half-Isur, was a little shaken. He made no disillusions, the wilderness was a consistently brutal place. If he didn't find his way out of the dark woods, eventually, he'd die from starvation. Or he very well might become the meal of whatever didn't want to go down that route. And it was with this knowledge, that he knelt down to ask for a little divine assistance.

"I know this might not really be your domain, but... I'd like to ask for a little help in getting out of here. I guess what I really need is something to believe in right now, something to have faith in. Because if I don't believe I'm going to get out of here, then I think I might not." It was a quick prayer and Raien very well might have made it longer. That is if hadn't been distracted by what he thought might be a lead...
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Postby Markus Andres on March 13th, 2014, 6:33 pm

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”We are forever in your debt, great Lord Yahal the holy one. Thank you for bestowing your divine blessings and keeping the faithful safe. We owe our lives to your merciful act of greatness, my blade and shield will forever be in your service.” Markus spoke in utter gratitude. Looking to the skies, he knew not where the god be, but he was around and Markus felt safer.
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Postby Edreina on March 29th, 2014, 11:44 pm

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28th of Spring, 514 AV
The Citadel of Sahova, Annalisa's Personal Quarters


In recent days, Edreina's life had been forever changed. She had been taken captive by a foul woman, a Wizard of Sahova. Each day, she was tortured mentally and abused physically. Through it all, she managed to remain steadfast. Each day, while the woman was away conducting her studies, Edreina would sit in darkness or the wicked werelight left by the woman. In this time, she would exercise as much as she could in order to maintain her strength, and she would prey. It was growing harder each day as malnutrition began to set in, leaving her limbs weaker and her head throbbing painfully.

But, each day, she set chimes aside to pray. This day was no different as she sat cross legged, head bowed over her hands. In the shimmering violet light, the inky wings on her back looked just a bit more alive with each breath she took. The words were always much the same, sometimes more desperate than others. On this day, her voice was hollow, broken, and very much afraid of what would walk through the door that night. "Father Yahal, I pray to thee. Whilst beneath your eye, I've faced many tortures. My love, your cursed, is lost to me and I find myself trapped in this unholy place. Hunger claws at my belly and fear threatens to taint my mind. Through my faith in you, I have endured the longest days of my life, and been able to prepare myself for countless more. I thank thee, Yahal. Though I am tested, my faith perseveres. Through my faith in you, I have been able to resist true corruption of my soul. But, forgive me, Yahal. In an effort to stay alive, I've done things I swore never to do. This woman uses my body and, no matter how hard I try to resist her, fear of pain causes me to crumble and break and give in.

"I swear to thee, Father Yahal, that my faith in you will not waver though the tribulations before me shall test every aspect of my strength. I know that this is but a step on my journey to become a better human than once I was. This test will be naught but another step in my formation. Once I escape this place, I will live as a testament to your power and your grace. In your name I pray, Amen..."
Perhaps, with her soul laid bare, she would be able to rest. There was, after all, something soothing about reaching out and knowing that there was always one other being watching out for you, no matter how dire things may have seemed.
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Postby Balderdash on March 30th, 2014, 5:17 am

"I do, Edreina." murmured a familiar voice.

The Svefra felt warmth seep into her exposed skin as the wavering violet flame was overpowered by a point of radiant golden light a yard in front of her. From this Edreina heard Yahal speak again, his half-manifested form growing richer as he did so. "You have fought valiantly, wherever you were able. I have watched as those who try to poison you struggle in vain against your iron will. Your strength and dedication will inspire all who proceed you."

'Know that before the leaves fall, you will escape, my child, and hopefully escape as a more cautious human being. Your life will be long and fruitful. Your path is one of joy and plenty, if you hold fast to it."

The light darkened faintly then. "There is no escape for Annalisa. She sold her soul and her humanity to evil long ago. Realizing what she sacrificed, she feels regret, and scrambles desperately for some semblance of affection. She will not receive it. Pity her, for her ruin will come swiftly, and she will have no one to blame but herself."

Thin threads of sunlight yellow began branching out into the frame of a man, while thin plates of jade branched out and filled into the form and wings of Yahal. "The Chaon wants to drag you into the same pit of isolation she has dug herself into, but her foul magics are powerless against my children. So long as they look to me, there shall be no obstacle they cannot surmount." If Edreina deigned to look up, she would see Yahal motioning for her hand. If not, he was perfectly content kneeling and gently taking the one upon which Annalisa's ring was fused to. The deity's flesh felt denser than normal flesh and blood; hot and immaculate "If the hollow one wishes to test herself against an exemplar of righteousness, she shall do so with her own rotten will."

With that, the deity touched the ring on each side with his fingers. Edreina felt the thing vibrate and glow white, until it burst apart with a loud bang, sending splinters of bone skittering across the floor. "Continue the good fight, Edreina Whitewave. Do not fear; I am with you always." he whispered, skin melting back into divine light. "Always..." Light shrinking back into a singularity. "Always..."

There was a faint pop, and Yahal was gone. On the floor where he stood, a single jade feather sat lightly. If examined magically, one would see it was just a feather. Edreina could choose to take it for herself, or leave it there as a symbol. A parting gift from a passing God.
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Postby Hirem on May 21st, 2014, 4:25 am

From the last days of Hirem's desert wanderings...

17th of Spring, 514 AV

Yahal, blessed god, I trust in your path, your name, and your sigil. Though my road is weary and the horizon dark, I will forevermore continue my journey under your watchful care. Oh, wise father, my scope is restrained, and I cannot conceive the end of my trails... help me find safe footing in this maze of confusion. Your radiance shall be my comfort in the dark. So shall I pray.

"S-So shall I pray," Hirem hissed under his breath, voice muffled by his tight head covering. Though he spoke low and talked only to himself, he could barely hear the sound of his own words in the midst of the endless screaming. His ears threatened to explode, so strained were they by the constant thrust of the wind and the sand and the storm. It howled like some demon creature of myth, high and loud and so terribly, terribly fierce, hearkening back to nightmares of his youth. "So shall I pray!" He repeated, drawing strength from the affirmation.

But he did not repeat the oath a third time, for his breath was too precious to be wasted. His whisper, hoarse and cracking with weakness, was whisked away from his throat before he could blink, caught and carried away by this nightmare storm. His feet, straining to make progress, were suddenly stalled by a fierce gust that nearly sent him tumbling backwards - gritting his teeth, Hirem bowed his head and redoubled his efforts. Sand whipped at his burning sands, blew strongly into his face, threatened to blind him if he did not keep his eyes hooded. He could only advance by tapping forward with his staff and feeling for the stable ground. It was a storm that native Eyktolians would dread to venture into, and one that had unfortunately caught Hirem unprepared.

Only seven chimes ago, the desert had seemed so very calm, peaceful, and serene. The night air was still, the dark sky above was dotted with stars, and Dhanya's gentle slumbering had put Hirem into an impossibly wonderful sense of ease. In his fanciful imaginings, Hirem had even pictured the Benshiran tent that he was hunting in the distance, its homely fires beckoning him to the road's end. But the wind had begun to abruptly blow harder and stronger, faster and quicker, and very soon an immense cloud of dust was kicked off the ground and devoured the Benshiran whole.

The safe thing to do in a sandstorm was to find cover, and quickly. Walking unexposed for too long in the tempest would result in blinded eyes, stripped bones, and a slain pilgrim. But, unfortunately for Hirem, the usual rugged terrain of the desert had flattened into a broad plain of cracked dirt and dust, over which the storm blew mercilessly. His best hope now was to keep walking and find shelter. Bundled inside his tunic, pressed firmly into his breast, was the limp Dhanya, whose shallow breath the sandstorm threatened to steal. Her faint heartbeat made every footstep that much more urgent.

Part of him was convinced that this was the end. Hirem had survived countless sandstorms in his thirty years of life, but their impact was always keenly felt by the humble Benshiran. When he was six, a storm had threatened to consume his mother and split his family forever apart. A storm had taken Netanel from this world; the Djed Storm of a few years past had nearly sent him into a catatonic shock. But this storm, this blasted storm in particular, seemed to shake Hirem especially. All he could see in front of him was a blinding hail of sand and dirt and stone, a tormented sky splitting apart above his head. His bones shook with every gale... his breath seemed to grow more empty by the chime.

And he was going to die for some stupid lamb.

No, he thought. I am going to die for some stupid Benshiran, who has lost touch with reality and has confined himself to this petching desert. Ahnatep was not good enough for him... Hai was not deep enough to bury him. He is just entirely worth - Fighting back helpless tears, the man grit his teeth and strove forward, determined to at least carry out his last burden before he perished. But his legs could no longer carry him, buckling under his weight. Hirem collapsed onto his knees, sending sharp spikes of pain shooting through his body, and hung his head low.

"Let me die," he heard himself beg. His voice sounded strange to him - it sounded hollow, pained. Ari'Yahal had once called him a storyteller, but the only story he heard in his tone was a tale of pity and woe. "What use can you yet have for me? Why must I continue to suffer?" Dhanya's plight was forgotten now. His shortage of food was forgotten. His toothache was forgotten. All that remained was the searing agony in his heart. "Let this story end," he cried to the roaring heavens. Thrusting his exposed hand upwards, Hirem bared his Gnosis mark to Yahal. "Strip this from me and give it to one more deserving! I beg of you!"

He screamed his heart out to his god. But the heavens were silent in response. His eyes brimming with tears, Hirem bowed down, pressed his forehead to the dirt, and wept.

No more, came the thought.

He took a deep breath.

No more.
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Postby Sheaya on September 22nd, 2016, 11:04 pm

Fall 17 Lapis Park, Riverfall

"Yahal my Holy and most trusted god, I kneel this evening to thank you for this day. Thank you for giving me eyes that can see, for ears that can hear. I thank you for my health and my life on this day, I pray that my devotion to you is enough to give me the strength to go on." That last line was still striking her hard and put a quiver of emotion in her voice as she continued on. "May your light shine upon the path I must tread in this dark world and make me a better servant of yours. I-- I need your guidance more than ever Yahal. I will stand strong in this test and to keep my body and life pure, but I-- I need your strength to keep me going."
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