Sweat beaded upon Fyodar’s brow as he made his way from Mist Harbor proper towards the western coastline. Everyone that passed him greeted him with a smile and he knew, almost instantly, that this would be a good place to call home. Ilsola met him at the corner of Fishmonger and Seathrak Way, her ever calm and cheerful manner only adding to his already pleasant disposition.
“It is only just this way, Fyodar,” she said as she guided him down Fishmonger Way and through a wrought iron gate. He remembered experiencing some trepidation at the thought that his new home would be off of a cemetery, but one glance at the tidy rows and the dogwood that occupied the center and his concerns evaporated. This was not a cemetery filled with strife or cursed beings, this was a true place of rest.
Slipping through the large wrong iron door, Ilsola immediately turned to the second side of the door and opened it into a small chamber.
“These,” she began. “Will be your quarters. No one may enter here with your permission and most will overlook the doors as being part of the passage back into the cemetery. It will guarantee your privacy.”
Glancing around the room, Fyodar felt that the accommodations were humble, if a bit austere and any last concerns about his assignment at this altar drifted away. He noticed almost instantly that upon enter the doors to the small area the temperature had cooled by a great many degrees and the humidity that had plagued him during his stay at the tavern was incredibly lessened.
“We will have your belongs brought to you from the tavern, but if you will follow me just a few more minutes, I can show you to the altars and you may begin your duties as you see fit.” Ilsola said as she turned back into the corridor.
Fyodar was in awe. His previous assignments as a priest of Jaston had been upon coastlines where large cities arose. He had feared that he had someone displeased Jaston and that this new assignment was some sort of punishment. Breathing deeply, Fyodar followed Ilsola into the adjoining chamber and stopped in his tracks as he gazed upon the altar.
His senses were overwhelmed. From the east came the rich fragrance of spices, while opposite the western segments brought the scent of lush flowers and healthy loam. Pivoting slightly, he was struck by the bitter chill of a northern wind and instantly warmed by the breath of the south.
Gazing into the ceiling of the cavern, Fyodar felt his breath stolen at the glorious sight of the skies above him. He sank to his knees before the altar, prayers of gratitude tumbling from his lips.
Fyodar was so enthralled by his new home that he never saw Ilsola quietly take her leave.
~~*~*~*~*~~ OOC Note ~~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~~
The Deed Puzzle was something that I had proposed to Warden prior to his leaving. He had approved it, which I am thankful for, and I came up with the concept and painting of it. Leonric was kind enough to code it for us and I think that it came out nicely. This puzzle is different from all others and captures the essence of Mist Harbor very nicely and I hope you enjoy it.
You can gain hints from Fyodar (the priest) by asking him about a variety of things. He will tell you what he can answer if you watch him long enough.
~*~ Thandiwe ~*~