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In Nomine Magister
Title: In Nomine Magister
Location: Stacy; The Sensoriums
In every sound, there's the light
Renne stood in a Sensorium chamber that at first, appeared bare. In the mood he was in, it didn't take long to think the place into something more appropriate and with it, he brought his formal Naming Robe.
It was what he had in place of proper worship attire.
In every stone, sleeps a crystal
The chamber was soon alight with crystal growths, pale, fine-grained sand and surrounded by a soft, sacred kind of light. The place was one of the many worship places he'd known within his city in the L'Langiniar foothills. It was one the Land People and the Under People would have designed together.
And in it, he placed his own altar to his own gods.
Remember the Shaman...
To the god of Christendom, there lay its holy book.
To ODIN Himself, lay the feather He had blessed Renne with.
To Eilistraee and Yemaya and Shakti lay shells and blossoms.
To Those of his people, stood transparent crystals alight, filled with a diaphanous, ever-fluid liquid smoke.
To an ancient sage and his Ranger-children...
....Renne held that in his hands, growing the crystal himself with a memory and a piece of his Homeworld's rarest mineral.
Location: Stacy; The Sensoriums
In every sound, there's the light
Renne stood in a Sensorium chamber that at first, appeared bare. In the mood he was in, it didn't take long to think the place into something more appropriate and with it, he brought his formal Naming Robe.
It was what he had in place of proper worship attire.
In every stone, sleeps a crystal
The chamber was soon alight with crystal growths, pale, fine-grained sand and surrounded by a soft, sacred kind of light. The place was one of the many worship places he'd known within his city in the L'Langiniar foothills. It was one the Land People and the Under People would have designed together.
And in it, he placed his own altar to his own gods.
Remember the Shaman...
To the god of Christendom, there lay its holy book.
To ODIN Himself, lay the feather He had blessed Renne with.
To Eilistraee and Yemaya and Shakti lay shells and blossoms.
To Those of his people, stood transparent crystals alight, filled with a diaphanous, ever-fluid liquid smoke.
To an ancient sage and his Ranger-children...
....Renne held that in his hands, growing the crystal himself with a memory and a piece of his Homeworld's rarest mineral.