A Prayer meditation with a swift kick in the pants
Knock…Knock….Knock…“This is your predawn wake up Cleric Tudorescu.”
“Thank you,” I called through the door. I had been awake for a couple hours already. I had not been sleeping well the past couple nights. In hopes of calming my mind I cast daylight on the wall on the east side of my room, and knelt into a proper prayer meditation pose. I am to pray at dawn but the closest I can get to a proper dawn in this woe begotten city is the daylight spell. Once in a comfortable position I let my mind drift into the mantra of my prayers, and let my spirt mingle with others of my faith.
I was not sure how long I had been meditating when I found myself in the weapons practice room of my home temple of Sarenrae. I walked around the room touching the practice dummies and weapons. I couldn’t help sighing as I did so. My spirt was tired… so very tired.
“What makes you sigh so?” Came a voice that should have startled me, but actually was one I hoped to hear. “Gail, my spirt is tired, and I have only begun my journey.” I turned to face a women with hair the color of fall leaves, and eyes the color of spring grass. She had the face of someone who fought hard but was finally at rest, but the concern for my welfare was evident. “I’ve not seen you so beaten down in a long time. You have always been one to pick yourself up and keep going, not matter the way and number of times. What has happened?"
Picking up one of the polished scimitars from the weapon racks I began a basic sword warm up routine. “In the past six days I have had to face horrors and do things I didn’t sign up for. I cannot help those who do not allow themselves to be helped.”
“How do you mean little one?” Gail asked as she pulled a bow staff to lean on.
I did controlled sword swings as I spoke, “I spent 3 days in court trying to save a life of an innocent who everyone believed was guilty simply because he was not “normal”.”
“I can understand why your heart would want you to save this man,” Gail agreed. “Many wanted to kill you because of your differences when you were young. “
“Not a Man, a Beast,” I swung the blade purposefully stopping just short of the neck of a practice dummy. “He was an intelligent flesh golem who had the mental capacity of a four or five year old. He wasn’t hurting anyone, and stayed out of people’s way.”
“I assume you were able to save him.” Gail pointed the staff at me, then went back to leaning on it.
“Our group was able to prove him innocent, but it wasn’t easy. I got very lucky in court, and my companions were able to come up with good evidence but how they did so …ARGH!” I sliced through one of the thickly rolled slicing practice mats cleanly.
“What happened?” Gail rocked back a bit not wanting to be too close to me when I was this frustrated.
“The idiots went off to confront the people who were framing the beast, ALONE!! While I was in court trying to save the beast’s life.” I sliced backhanded and sliced another mat in two.
Gail put her face in her hands and shook her head, “How bad was it?”
I spun to face her and sheathed the sword, “Let’s see, Tyrod and Gregori got arrested by the guard because they were covered in blood, and the SKIN of a well-known business owner was found in the compound,” I slowly walked toward her, “and top of that Delilah was killed by a flesh golum dog, and what do those stupid idiots do? They leave her body there for other’s to take care of. THEY LEFT HER THERE!” I picked up a tankard of water that had been sitting on a table and hurl it at the wall spraying ale and shards across the room.
Gail raised an eyebrow, and glared at me for my actions. “I take it there is more to it than that. What happened?”
“They lost her body, Gail! They didn’t care for their own friend’s dead body and left it to strangers to deal with. They didn’t do what decent people would have done, taken their friend to their god’s temple, or at least a temple of Phrasama. But no, they left her in the hands of guards to have her body stolen and taken who knows where. We tried to find her body so that it could be put to rest, but her body was not at the church if Desna for burial. Her body wasn’t even at the church of Pharasma. It was simply gone! Do you realize what that does to one’s soul, and those that care about them?”
Gail smacked me on the head with the staff, “Hello! Did you forget who you were talking to?”
I sheepishly rub my head, “Yes, well being killed and not being able to be cut down from where you were hanging, and being trapped in limbo is something you do have a little bit of experience with.”
She teasingly poked me in the ribs, “You could say that, now I know Delilah is alive because she is currently studying her spell book in her room at the inn as we speak but what happened to her?”
“Not sure. All we know is that she was found by the Crooked Kin, half naked, and not remembering anything since the complex. She appears to have a large piece of flesh that was sewn onto her to repair the damage the flesh golem hound did to her, but she is alive.”
“That can’t have been what has broken you so. You are stronger than that. Gail sat cross legged on the table top, the staff across her knees.
“I could overlook their stupidity because of the situation they were in at the time, and at least Delilah was back with, not pristine, but at least back among the living. However what we have faced since then has been frustrating.”
“Anything stand out as more frustrating than the others?“
“It gets really frustrating when I am asked to ‘call down the fire of my god’ and I have to tell them that is not who I am. I’m a healing cleric. My job is to make sure they don’t die, though that seems a harder job than I thought. Sarenrae has not granted me spells that can bring down holy fire… yet. I have seen written in holy texts spells that smite foes with holy fire damage, but they are performed by more powerful clerics than I.”
“Have you thought about using a spell that calls for the fire used to forge your weapon? It’s a lesser known spell but it could be effective.” Gail suggested.
“That is true but this group manages to run into the nastiest of creatures that hurt them so badly that they need their damage to their constitution, dexterity and strength restored. I must have one of those spells available at all times.” I walked around the table pulling my hair in frustration.
“It couldn’t be that bad.” Gail rolled her eyes.
“I used twelve charges off my wand, a scroll and my spell for ONE day.” I turned and shouted at Gail. “And to top that we needed another five to ten of those spells for the next day, but didn’t have them. Hence why we are so beat up right now.”
“Ok, maybe it is that bad.” Gail conceded.
“Sure I can cast a spell of fire but I won’t be able to save their lives.“ I let out a frustrated whine as I wiped my face in frustration. “I have a lot of good spells available to me to buff us in battle, but if I do that, we will die.”
“So buy wands, make scrolls, do something so you have the spells you need on hand when you need them. You are smart, I don’t need to tell you what you need to do.” Gail glared at me.
“If we want to have weapon, and armor to defeat the creatures we are facing we won’t have the gold to buy those things. And before you ask, yes I can make scrolls, up to 6 a day if I must but that is all I can do. I can’t help my group in anyway other than writing out spells. Heck I could even make up wands but it takes at least a whole day to make a simple one.” I flopped down onto the floor mats.
“Depending on how many days you are in town you could make a low level healing wand, and then bust out making scrolls for all of your utility spells. You have the parchment and ink.” Gail hopped off the table, and stood over me. “There you have a plan to take care of your spells concern. Now what else is bothering you? It isn’t just resources. What else is swirling through your head?”
I leaned back on the mat, “I’m a healer not a fighter. If I am the one who is stepping up and taking on the monster, something is seriously wrong, but I’m finding I’m having to do that more and more.” I covered my face with my hands. “I live a life of temperance and patience. Sarenrae called me to bring swift justice to those that bring cruelties into this world, which include the abominations we have recently faced, and will most likely face more in the future. I am not the most skilled in swordplay but I’m not bad at it. If a foe deserves to die, I will make their death swift. The problem is that my companions jump into it so deeply that even with my help they still seem to die.”
I sat up and began wiping away tears, “They walk into traps when they should know better. They take on foes that we know will kill them if they stray too far from healing. Gregori is lying dead in that final tower. His body unable to be retrieved before we left because Tyrod was near death, and though we were able to kill a basilisk on our own, there was no way that Deliah and I had any chance of killing that Gorillon Flesh golem. We had to retreat with our lives. We were so broken there was nothing else we could do.”
“You couldn’t do anything then, but what can you do now? “ She knelt and squeezed my shoulder.
Wiping my cheeks with the heel of my hand, “Stock up on utility scrolls so we have the spells when we need them. Have on hand wands of cure light, and lesser restoration because we will need them. Make sure we have on our persons the spell components for restoration spells, as we are now going against bigger and worse things soon enough. I need to step up more in combat, but to do so I need to have improved armor to stay alive.”
“Good. You have a plan in place, and is one you can put into action.” She gently shook my shoulder, and offered her hand to me.
I looked up at her, and finally smiled for the first time in many days. I accepted her hand and stood to face her. “If my friends are willing to die to end these abominations and undead, so much I. If I am going to die, it will be trying to save my friends.”
“That a girl.” Gail smiled as we clasped our hands together between our chests.
I came out of my prayer meditation with a gasp. I felt invigorated. My god was with me. My spirt was back. I quickly got dressed for the day. I then went to my companions’ rooms and banged on their doors. “Wake Up! We have much to do today. We need to get what we need and get back to that gods forsaken place. We cannot let Gregori die in vain. We have work to do!”
Leaving them to most likely curse my family linage and tell me what non-anatomically possible thing I can do with my wake up call, I headed down to the dining room to get a good breakfast before starting my preparations to head back to the tower. We have monsters to kill!