(Originally Posted: Apr 11, 2008)
Braghaman sat quietly in the living room of his home. His mace sat on the floor, next to his chair, as he relaxed in simple clothes. His armor sat, cleaned and repaired, in the side of the room, but Bragh had no thought of wearing it this evening.
Sitting next to the window, the afternoon light shining in to brighten the room, Bragh leaned back with his eyes closed. In the kitchen, he could hear his wife preparing all sorts of new concoctions. Pans banged, utensils clinked together as she tried new things for him to taste. A smile creeped across his face as he listened to Ana explaining the recipe to her minions. He could imagine them wearing aprons at her insistence while they all cooked. There...
It was late at night and for the most part, the Cathedral was quiet. There were few people moving about the great hall, most were priests and priestesses with a paladin moving around on guard duty. The lights mounted around the hall gave off a soft light in the hall. And its emptiness only helped to accentuate the sounds of footsteps.
From the private quarters, a priestess came stumbling out of the hallway and into the great hall. She stumbled slightly and her hand went to the wall to steady herself. A moment later, she pushed off of the wall and started walking down the hall again. She had just made it to another doorway when a priest walked out and stopped.
“Good evening, Sister Tessa. How are you doing?”
The priestess started...