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Demilon Fiefdom, Southwest Elynsor
932 A.R.
Tessa sat in the confessional booth of her newest chapel--one that, as of the past week given its original minister's death, she could officially call her own, as the ordained Cleric of Erion was the only one in the area qualified to take the position for the time being. Placed in the city of Cerawal, mere miles from the horizontal border between the northern Kingdom of Elynsor and the southern Greybourne Republic, it was one of the few places in the region where one could pay their respects to Erion, the god of order and purity.
However, the community she lived in was not known as the most pious of them all when it came to paying tribute to the preferred deity of most Elynsorians; instead, it lent itself to an eclectic blend of other religions. Pagans, they were called, by those living up north. As such, it didn't carry the most spotless reputation when brought up in the conversations of those living in the capital of Elynsor. Because of that, Tessa's position as someone to spread the word of Erion in Cerawal's faithless community was a respected yet unenviable one, as she awaited any worshippers desperate enough to engage in the rites of confession.
For a small fee, it was her duty to hear their sins and grant forgiveness on behalf of Erion, ultimately granting them greater hope to a better afterlife. Above all, the thought of such chances gave them peace of mind--a much sought-after commodity these days, it seemed. But even then, it wasn't to be so easy for her. Confessions occurred sometimes up to three times a week, and the past two sessions had Tessa sitting alone for two hours without a single visitor. With the 'competition' in no short supply, taking the form of shamans, herbal healers and the like, many of whom promised other benefits than what Erion offered, it wasn't a surprise. The grasp of the Elynsorian Church was weakest here, and she could tell.
Then came two knocks on the booth's rosewood exterior, followed by the sound of a door opening on the other side. It was, without a doubt, her first customer for the entire week. Just as it was designed, Tessa could see relatively little of her client through the wicker lattice separating them. But one thing she did notice of the confessor was that they clearly reeked of alcohol, even before having spoken a word. The scent was something that the nun was quite familiar with. Their audible breaths, taken in and out through their mouth, most likely belonged to that of a man. The gruff voice confirmed the subject's gender when they finally spoke.
"Uh... I've never really done this before, but mebbe it's about time. Gotta... *hic* tell somebody." A few coins were dropped into the slot on their side, landing neatly in a basket at Tessa's feet as the man began in a low voice. "Sister... Erion, whoever's listenin'. Hahaha... ahhh, don't even know why I'm sayin' this. But I feel like I gotta let someone know, or I'm just gonna go nuts here. You see, years ago, ages ago--don't even remember now--I had a thing for my uh... my daughter in law. But it wasn't a crush or anythin', I mean it went both ways, ya hear? When nobody was around, she'd always kinda... flirt with me, ya know, little things here an' there. The looks she'd give me, that sort o' thing. So I, had a little bit to drink one night and told her she should stop playin' the games and... and tell me how she felt."
His voice grew louder as he went on. "But that's when things got really messed up. Instead of being honest with me, she told me I was "scaring" her, like I was some kinda freak for saying what I did! Can you believe that? Like she never gave me those looks to begin with... what a fuckin' fake bitch! She was the one who started it all, and then she had the nerve to act like she never did?!" His fist could be heard slamming on the side of the booth's interior, causing it to shake slightly. "I... *hahh*... I knew it was just a matter of time until she said somethin' to everyone else. Ya see, at that time, we were in a lotta debt. Even my wife didn't know how deep we were in the shithole. So I sold my daughter-in-law... to the Redclaws. Just looked the other way while they took her in the middle of the night. It's a pretty common thing they do, I guess."
He paused before stuttering in his explanation. "B-But I mean, keepin' her in my home would've RUINED me, my marriage, everything! Ya know?! Plus, the slavers paid us a lotta money. Thing is, nobody thinks I did it. I just told them I hit it big at a casino in Greybourne. So everyone in my family's happy again. My son wasn't for a good while, but he eventually found a new wife anyway. A better one, not some two-faced bitch who lies and cheats and pulls all that fake shit on everyone around her just 'cause she wants a little somethin' on the side. No more homewreckers in my home, heh. I guess I'm just here 'cause ah... I don't wanna be outed as a liar or anythin' like that. I mean, I'm not, y'know? It's just not somethin' I could tell my wife... and definitely not my son. I did it for everybody, and we're all better off for it."
The stranger took a deep breath. "That's it though. Man, amazing how good that makes me feel, gettin' it off my chest like this. Thanks, Sister... I really needed that, heh."
Tessa: HP = 58, PP = 38, EP = 36, Status = Fine
Demilon Fiefdom, Southwest Elynsor
932 A.R.
Tessa sat in the confessional booth of her newest chapel--one that, as of the past week given its original minister's death, she could officially call her own, as the ordained Cleric of Erion was the only one in the area qualified to take the position for the time being. Placed in the city of Cerawal, mere miles from the horizontal border between the northern Kingdom of Elynsor and the southern Greybourne Republic, it was one of the few places in the region where one could pay their respects to Erion, the god of order and purity.
However, the community she lived in was not known as the most pious of them all when it came to paying tribute to the preferred deity of most Elynsorians; instead, it lent itself to an eclectic blend of other religions. Pagans, they were called, by those living up north. As such, it didn't carry the most spotless reputation when brought up in the conversations of those living in the capital of Elynsor. Because of that, Tessa's position as someone to spread the word of Erion in Cerawal's faithless community was a respected yet unenviable one, as she awaited any worshippers desperate enough to engage in the rites of confession.
For a small fee, it was her duty to hear their sins and grant forgiveness on behalf of Erion, ultimately granting them greater hope to a better afterlife. Above all, the thought of such chances gave them peace of mind--a much sought-after commodity these days, it seemed. But even then, it wasn't to be so easy for her. Confessions occurred sometimes up to three times a week, and the past two sessions had Tessa sitting alone for two hours without a single visitor. With the 'competition' in no short supply, taking the form of shamans, herbal healers and the like, many of whom promised other benefits than what Erion offered, it wasn't a surprise. The grasp of the Elynsorian Church was weakest here, and she could tell.
Then came two knocks on the booth's rosewood exterior, followed by the sound of a door opening on the other side. It was, without a doubt, her first customer for the entire week. Just as it was designed, Tessa could see relatively little of her client through the wicker lattice separating them. But one thing she did notice of the confessor was that they clearly reeked of alcohol, even before having spoken a word. The scent was something that the nun was quite familiar with. Their audible breaths, taken in and out through their mouth, most likely belonged to that of a man. The gruff voice confirmed the subject's gender when they finally spoke.
"Uh... I've never really done this before, but mebbe it's about time. Gotta... *hic* tell somebody." A few coins were dropped into the slot on their side, landing neatly in a basket at Tessa's feet as the man began in a low voice. "Sister... Erion, whoever's listenin'. Hahaha... ahhh, don't even know why I'm sayin' this. But I feel like I gotta let someone know, or I'm just gonna go nuts here. You see, years ago, ages ago--don't even remember now--I had a thing for my uh... my daughter in law. But it wasn't a crush or anythin', I mean it went both ways, ya hear? When nobody was around, she'd always kinda... flirt with me, ya know, little things here an' there. The looks she'd give me, that sort o' thing. So I, had a little bit to drink one night and told her she should stop playin' the games and... and tell me how she felt."
His voice grew louder as he went on. "But that's when things got really messed up. Instead of being honest with me, she told me I was "scaring" her, like I was some kinda freak for saying what I did! Can you believe that? Like she never gave me those looks to begin with... what a fuckin' fake bitch! She was the one who started it all, and then she had the nerve to act like she never did?!" His fist could be heard slamming on the side of the booth's interior, causing it to shake slightly. "I... *hahh*... I knew it was just a matter of time until she said somethin' to everyone else. Ya see, at that time, we were in a lotta debt. Even my wife didn't know how deep we were in the shithole. So I sold my daughter-in-law... to the Redclaws. Just looked the other way while they took her in the middle of the night. It's a pretty common thing they do, I guess."
He paused before stuttering in his explanation. "B-But I mean, keepin' her in my home would've RUINED me, my marriage, everything! Ya know?! Plus, the slavers paid us a lotta money. Thing is, nobody thinks I did it. I just told them I hit it big at a casino in Greybourne. So everyone in my family's happy again. My son wasn't for a good while, but he eventually found a new wife anyway. A better one, not some two-faced bitch who lies and cheats and pulls all that fake shit on everyone around her just 'cause she wants a little somethin' on the side. No more homewreckers in my home, heh. I guess I'm just here 'cause ah... I don't wanna be outed as a liar or anythin' like that. I mean, I'm not, y'know? It's just not somethin' I could tell my wife... and definitely not my son. I did it for everybody, and we're all better off for it."
The stranger took a deep breath. "That's it though. Man, amazing how good that makes me feel, gettin' it off my chest like this. Thanks, Sister... I really needed that, heh."
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