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The knight's sabatons echo off of the walls of the temple, and those inside cleared away from its form. A man within the temple approached the knight's form, his head dipping slightly, "Excuse me. Excuse me, sir." The knight's sharply-finned helm drifts its gaze towards the man, its voice muffled, "You may speak freely." The man's gaze drifts towards the knight's weapon, then toward's the knight's helm, "I'll need to have you place your weapons near the entrance."
The knight's helm drifts towards the entrance, before its form rotates, its sabatons carrying it towards the entrance. The knight's gauntlet lifted the curved blade, settling it against the wall. The knight's gauntlets lifted the clawed-weapons and placed them near the bottom of the blade's edge. The knight's gauntlet reaches behind it, grasping the partizan, propping it against the curved blade. The knight's gauntlet pushes down upon the shield upon its arm, before it falls and lands near the other weapons. The knight's gauntlet then grasped the hilt of the estoc, drawing it slowly. The knight's gauntlet settles the estoc against the wall.
The knight's helm drifts towards the entrance, before its form rotates, its sabatons carrying it towards the entrance. The knight's gauntlet lifted the curved blade, settling it against the wall. The knight's gauntlets lifted the clawed-weapons and placed them near the bottom of the blade's edge. The knight's gauntlet reaches behind it, grasping the partizan, propping it against the curved blade. The knight's gauntlet pushes down upon the shield upon its arm, before it falls and lands near the other weapons. The knight's gauntlet then grasped the hilt of the estoc, drawing it slowly. The knight's gauntlet settles the estoc against the wall.
The knight's helm shifts its gaze towards the priest, as he dips his head. The knight's form rotates, before its sabatons carried its form towards the temple's altar. Its form shifted the weight of the armor from shoulder-to-shoulder, before the knight's sharply-finned helm looks upward. A long pause, as those within the temple looked on with idle curiosity, before returning to their own studies.
The knight's right gauntlet lifts upward and places itself over the left, then right shoulder plate; the helm's middle, and finally the metal over the knight's heart. The knight's right leg places its knee upon the temple's floor, the sharply-finned helm lowering its gaze, as the knight's eyes close. The knight's right gauntlet holds itself outward, palm up.
From within the helm, the muffled voice speaks "In thy strength, O' Lady, the just shall exult, and in thy salvation we shall rejoice exceedingly. Thou hast given us our heart's desire. We beseech thee, O' Lady, that every thought, word and action which we offer in memory of the sufferings of thy holy martyred, those of Burmese, may by their intercession profit us unto salvation, through our Lady, who liveth and reigneth with grace and mercy in the world without end."
A long pause, before the knight's form slowly stands, its gauntlets returning to its sides. "Amen."
The knight's right gauntlet lifts upward and places itself over the left, then right shoulder plate; the helm's middle, and finally the metal over the knight's heart. The knight's right leg places its knee upon the temple's floor, the sharply-finned helm lowering its gaze, as the knight's eyes close. The knight's right gauntlet holds itself outward, palm up.
From within the helm, the muffled voice speaks "In thy strength, O' Lady, the just shall exult, and in thy salvation we shall rejoice exceedingly. Thou hast given us our heart's desire. We beseech thee, O' Lady, that every thought, word and action which we offer in memory of the sufferings of thy holy martyred, those of Burmese, may by their intercession profit us unto salvation, through our Lady, who liveth and reigneth with grace and mercy in the world without end."
A long pause, before the knight's form slowly stands, its gauntlets returning to its sides. "Amen."
Those about the chevalier busied themselves with cleaning and pretending not to pay attention to the words spoken. The gallant being strode to the accumulation of armaments, gathering them and affixing them upon the cavalier's girdle and elsewhere. "Thank you for allowing the space for my prayers, Father. May the Lady watch over this temple" said the partisan to the holy man. The cleric passed a nod to the man-at-arms, "Do watch yourself, holder of the faith. It's dangerous, outside." The bronze coated busby deviated towards the exit, as a phrase carried their way to the priest, "I know of fear, but I will not be afraid." The sound of sollerets on stone marked the paladin's passing.
Into the daylight, the protaganist pressed themselves against bustling others, the streets filled with strays straying from place-to-occupation. They didn't stop, and neither did the templar. A public house nearby was ideal, but any lodging would do. But the champion's coffers were bare, and so they laid themselves in a seated position beneath a tree. The crusader's eyes soon closed and sleep overtook them.
Into the daylight, the protaganist pressed themselves against bustling others, the streets filled with strays straying from place-to-occupation. They didn't stop, and neither did the templar. A public house nearby was ideal, but any lodging would do. But the champion's coffers were bare, and so they laid themselves in a seated position beneath a tree. The crusader's eyes soon closed and sleep overtook them.
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