Post by Rodrigo Borghese on May 29, 2017 8:30:58 GMT -5
What a disappointing sight.
The man's stern visage could have been easily interpreted as disdain, but his aides and priests were used to seeing such a look. The Chosen was a man who rarely smiled. Rather, he looked like a man who was trying to piece apart everything in his gaze. This chapel of the Triune before them was no exception. Compared to the Church of the Architect just down the road, the chapel was a slipshod hovel in comparison. Still, he reminded himself that every grand venture had humble beginnings. He was no exception. A sigh escaped him.
Nonetheless, he quietly went up the steps to venture inside. It was not a day of worship and as such, only a handful of worshipers were offering prayers to the Triune. The priests were moving this way and that, apparently unaware of the Chosen's presence. Indeed, Rodrigo stood silent, taking in the sights before him, for several minutes until one of the young priests came over toward the entry to see who was there. The man's eyes widened upon noticing the pendant of Rodrigo's station.
"Y-your Eminence! We did not- Were you to come today?"
"A chapel of the Triune is open to all, is it not?" The question was stern and quiet.
"Y-yes, of course, Your Eminence. I did not mean to-"
"Send for your vicar. We have important matters to discuss." The priest went scurrying off, eager to be away from Rodrigo's intense stare.
Rodrigo took another look around the chapel with a vague look of disapproval. It was humble, yes, but too humble. It was quiet in the face of the other faiths infesting the region. "Filios's trial comes none too soon," he told his nearby aides, but did not bother keeping his voice quiet. The Chosen moved outside the chapel so that he could better see the people walking the streets.
"If the people are to be saved from the Final Trial, then we must be their shepherds. But even a good shepherd needs a strong home. A place of shelter and security. These places," he gestured at the various chapels and places of worship, "Will do nothing for them. If they are to be saved, we must fortify this chapel. It needs to be larger. It needs to be a church, if not a fortress for the faithful. A place of safekeeping while the world burns around them."
The man's stern visage could have been easily interpreted as disdain, but his aides and priests were used to seeing such a look. The Chosen was a man who rarely smiled. Rather, he looked like a man who was trying to piece apart everything in his gaze. This chapel of the Triune before them was no exception. Compared to the Church of the Architect just down the road, the chapel was a slipshod hovel in comparison. Still, he reminded himself that every grand venture had humble beginnings. He was no exception. A sigh escaped him.
Nonetheless, he quietly went up the steps to venture inside. It was not a day of worship and as such, only a handful of worshipers were offering prayers to the Triune. The priests were moving this way and that, apparently unaware of the Chosen's presence. Indeed, Rodrigo stood silent, taking in the sights before him, for several minutes until one of the young priests came over toward the entry to see who was there. The man's eyes widened upon noticing the pendant of Rodrigo's station.
"Y-your Eminence! We did not- Were you to come today?"
"A chapel of the Triune is open to all, is it not?" The question was stern and quiet.
"Y-yes, of course, Your Eminence. I did not mean to-"
"Send for your vicar. We have important matters to discuss." The priest went scurrying off, eager to be away from Rodrigo's intense stare.
Rodrigo took another look around the chapel with a vague look of disapproval. It was humble, yes, but too humble. It was quiet in the face of the other faiths infesting the region. "Filios's trial comes none too soon," he told his nearby aides, but did not bother keeping his voice quiet. The Chosen moved outside the chapel so that he could better see the people walking the streets.
"If the people are to be saved from the Final Trial, then we must be their shepherds. But even a good shepherd needs a strong home. A place of shelter and security. These places," he gestured at the various chapels and places of worship, "Will do nothing for them. If they are to be saved, we must fortify this chapel. It needs to be larger. It needs to be a church, if not a fortress for the faithful. A place of safekeeping while the world burns around them."