Berrod Armstrong smiiiiled.
Brynhilde Wulf smiles at Berrod. "It's been a while since I did this."
Berrod Armstrong nodded. "The same, only ever used ta do it back at the desert camp. I'm glad y'could share that wit' everyone." Oh dear, the lug's accent was back to normal.
Brynhilde Wulf: "Your word were truly inspiring, Berrod. It gladdens my heart to know that one such as you preserves our ways."
Brynhilde Wulf: "A blessing if you will, bruder?"
Berrod Armstrong nodded once. "It's an honor." He looked at the crowd, and seemed a bit taken aback by the LINE. Still, he nodded, and reached forward in a bid to clamp her firmly on the shoulder.
Brynhilde Wulf does likewise.
Berrod Armstrong: "Feel you pain and understand that it is the very water of transition. The wellspring is destruction, and like any raging torrent, with control you can carve a destiny of your own, and leave a channel for others to follow. May he smite your foes."
Berrod Armstrong released and bowed.
Brynhilde Wulf: "And yours, bruder."
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Nathan Telluride: "Ser Armstrong... I wished to know that the Destroyer found my offering worthy, and know of no other man who would better know his will."
Berrod Armstrong: "There's power in yer voice, brother. Moreso, much moreso than mine. The cavern rumbled, but did not fall, so too do our own souls shake with each change we make."
Berrod Armstrong added a little more quietly. "An' it was fun as all hells, it's been a while since I've seen somethin' like that."
Nathan Telluride bows his chin. "Be it so, and be it true. As we find sorrow, so should we find joy, and honor them equally, in my philosophy. I appreciate your bid of confidence."
Berrod Armstrong: "I can tell that you're already blessed. But one more won't hurt. Let your words strike like his lightning and may your song echo like thunder. Go in his light, and change the world around you."
Nathan Telluride: "Thank you, brother of the Destroyer." He bows, and makes way for the next supplicant.
Saga Bearclaw kneels immediately before the man, her head lowered as she murmurs. "Bless this one woman so that she may fight for our people in the name of the Destroyer and protect our fellows from the greed of others."
Berrod Armstrong: "Please stand, we're both equals as He strikes."
Saga Bearclaw rises, as was to be expected.
Berrod Armstrong: "Conviction radiates from you, you are the picture of strength. Fight well, fight true, and may you see his Lightning upon your blade as you fight in his name. May Rhalgr smite your foes."
Saga Bearclaw: "My oath as a free paladin was sworn to protect our people. Blessed be His name so that justice may come for our people."
Berrod Armstrong smiled.
Saga Bearclaw removes herself from the line after her exchange to pray before the stone for but a moment in silence.
Tiergan Vashir: It was an honour to hear your words this day, my friend.
Berrod Armstrong: "The honor was to speak them, and to have them heard by so many -- especially one such as you who was built in his principle."
Tiergan Vashir smiles faintly, though the respect and admiration was clear in the mercenary's gaze.
Tiergan Vashir: Hearing songs of Him ringing through this cavern along with the tales spoken made me feel closer to home than ever.
Berrod Armstrong: "May your every step be lit in His levin, and may your arms carry it to those in need. You are a force of change in this world, and I pray that He guide you well. Walk to the bolts on the horizon, my friend."
Tiergan Vashir: Rhalgr guide your steps.
Berrod Armstrong smiled -- and it was a proud smile. "I'm glad to see you here."
Chiyo Hoshi: "Berrod, I... " Four of Chiyo's charka almost instantly opened as she'd approached him, though she seemed uncontrollable from the sudden surged on energy.
Chiyo Hoshi: "Dammit, dis again..."
Berrod Armstrong offered a hand -- he didn't look alarmed at all -- clearly he had seen it before.
Chiyo Hoshi: "I have no control over dis. When yer free, I could use yer help."
Chiyo Hoshi: "I guess fer now, I could use one of them blesses I guess."
Berrod Armstrong nodded once. "I'll help. Until the time comes, let His light give your seats of power peace. You are a thundercloud; rising to the heavens while still yet remaining near the earth. The time will come for you to strike the ground in fury, and when you do, He will smile."
Chiyo Hoshi: "I jus' hope I don' accidently 'destroy' anythin' important.,,, Anyroa', thanks..."
Berrod Armstrong: "I stand here as your servant, speak and I shall listen."
Rosalinde Thorne gives Berrod a faint smile as she approaches. "Your words honored and touched me, though you are a stranger. I wish only for a blessing that I might destroy the one foe that I have yet to fully face - my own fear." She bows her head.
Berrod Armstrong smiled. "Fear is a funny thing," He began. "But through Him, may you find the strength to strike at it; and from its scintillation may you glean wisdom, clarity and strength. I have faith in you. Walk in his light and power."
Rosalinde Thorne gives a stronger smile and murmurs a quiet word of thanks, stepping aside for the next in line.
Berrod Armstrong: "I am your servant, speak and I shall listen."
Virara Wakuwa approaches. She has a sharp gaze, and immediately sizes him up the moment she steps within arm's reach, clearly on reflex. She doesn't have the same sort of reverent gaze, but she seems still quietly respectful.
Virara Wakuwa: "... Big man. I wish to burn away my distractions. I need strength. Give those things to me. That focus."
Virara Wakuwa muses quietly.
Berrod Armstrong smiled. "If I give them to you, then they will only be useful so long as I am around. But, I will not be. So instead, take my lesson of destruction. Rend your old distractions asunder and build from it strength of your own making. Struggle. Sacrifice. Temper yourself. Forge strength of your own making, and with it, conquer all. Do it in His name."
Virara Wakuwa: "... You are not as she said they were. Interesting."
Virara Wakuwa gives Berrod an elaborate bow.
Berrod Armstrong: "I probably am, but I have to behave." He winked.
Virara Wakuwa blinks, very perplexed, but politely removes herself from the line.
Berrod Armstrong: "Speak, Flamesman, and know that I hold gratitude to you for what you have done for my people."
Cyneler Fenrir: I wish a Blessing for my Adoptive Father who was ala mhigan for peace.
Berrod Armstrong nodded once. "Your bond with him may not be one of blood, but from this day let it be one of lightning. Walk you two together in the light of His levin and destroy all that would see you laid low."
P'kohta Tia steps to the side, Val was in front of him after all.
P'kohta Tia: "I think it's your turn Val."
Valentinoix Thibault: Hail to thee.
Berrod Armstrong: "Speak, and this servant shall listen."
Valentinoix Thibault: Mayhap may I inquire of thee, art thou a monk, aye?
Berrod Armstrong: "I am, yes."
Valentinoix Thibault focuses on Berrod in the dark, but not quite able to discern his dark clothing against the dark wall.
Valentinoix Thibault: My comrade, Kohta here, and I were curious of the art. We did fear that monks may no longer exist to possibly answer our inquiries.
P'kohta Tia flips up his ears at mention of his name and decides to step forward. He shows the monk a broad grin and follows it with a deep respectful bow.
Berrod Armstrong thought for a moment. "We exist a scattered few. All but recently there appeared one in Mor Dhona as well, much more knowledgeable than I." He paused to bow to the other, "But I also do what I can to teach in Thanalan. Is your curiosity practical or theoretical?"
Valentinoix Thibault: Mayhap both. Thy words afore were quite striking.
Berrod Armstrong: "Hrm. In that case, perhaps a meeting after this would do. If you frequent the Pugilist's guild, you'll be sure to find me on one of your visits. We can talk at length, and I will be happy to teach you what I know."
Valentinoix Thibault: I do frequent Ul'dah, aye, occasionally training within the guild. I shall quite enjoy meeting with thee in a more quieter location so that I may hear thy movements.
Berrod Armstrong: "Then it will be done. Until that time, walk in His lightning!"
Valentinoix Thibault: Go thee well.
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Zachary Evans took a deep breath and walked forward. Instead of his usual shifting, he bowed. "May I receive a Blessing of Rhalgr, Mister Armstrong?"
Berrod Armstrong: "You are already blessed and highly favored," He pointed out sternly, "Now it is up to you, with that power to direct it in the path of His light."
Zachary Evans nodded solemnly and turned to leave, keeping an eye on Berrod. "I..would like to talk with you in the coming days Mister Armstrong. We can both talk...and I can listen like I did today. Hear things I didn't before."
Zachary Evans: "Have a good day Mister Armstrong. Rhalgr keep you, and may Oschon guide your feet."
Berrod Armstrong: "Good. I was afraid that you'd used your blessing of destruction to destroy your eardrums. Go in His light, and we'll talk soon."
Berrod Armstrong smiled.
Jana Ridah gives Berrod a salute, though it might not be appropriate. "Ser Monk, it's good to see you again."
Berrod Armstrong: "Speak and this servant shall listen."
Jana Ridah: I have read the scrolls you gave to me, and much more besides. And I am having trouble clearing my mind when I try to meditate. I do enjoy, um... Reading about Haler and the monks, but I don't know if I'm cut out to really take in the teachings...
Berrod Armstrong: "Destroy that doubt, and give it time. If a dullard like me can learn enough to write on my own accord, then I have every faith that you can learn as much to at least teach what you have read."
Jana Ridah: I can't help but wonder though, if I like destruction -too- much. What do you think?
Berrod Armstrong smiled lightly. "Whether you favor it or not...that's no one's place to judge. It is how you -use- it, how you direct it and what you build in its wake. That is where the importance lies."
Jana Ridah: I suppose... I'll try not to leave empty spaces when I remove things. Thank you for your counsel.
Berrod Armstrong: "Walk well in levin."
Ashmira Honzen steps up sharply, her hand curled about something.
Berrod Armstrong: "Speak, and this servant shall listen."
Ashmira Honzen: "I came not for a blessing, but... a different matter."
Ashmira Honzen holds out her small pale hand, fingers curled about something.
Berrod Armstrong nodded, then looked down to inspect her hand.
Ashmira Honzen makes a gesture as if to indicate to hand something to him.
Ashmira Honzen: "If you would..?"
Ashmira Honzen tips up her other palm meaningfully.
Berrod Armstrong opened his hand under hers to receive it.
Ashmira Honzen tucks something smaller but surprisingly heavy in his palm and makes to curl his fingers about it.
Ashmira Honzen lowers her hand, exhaling shortly.
Berrod Armstrong did not let go of the object, but he -did- blink in astonishment. His free hand reached to clasp the area just below his chest, as if out of instinct. "Is this a blessing?"
Ashmira Honzen: "Mm. A calling I was to deliver. It may not have proper meaning now, but I believe it shall at some time, in the third gate's intent."
Berrod Armstrong smiled. "I see. Until that time, walk in His lightning."
Ashmira Honzen bows her head. "And you as well."
Berrod Armstrong stowed the item away before nodding the other forward. He smiled in recognition. "Speak, and this servant shall listen."
Sounsyy Mirke moves closer to Berrod, "Yeh are... of the Order, yes? From our homelands?"
Berrod Armstrong tilted his head diagonally. "Yes and no. I was born in the Heights, yes, but I am too young to know much more of it than what I was taught. Only three cycles did I spend there, and no memories remain. However, those who escaped raised me and poured every ounce of their blood into my veins, to be the soul of what once was. My master was of the order, and he taught me what he knew."
Sounsyy Mirke goes down on both knees and bows her head deeply. "Then... forego the blessing. I would seek forgiveness fer my father's actions late in his life. He... he were among those lancers who... burned the temple under our King's command. I did not know how many yet still lived in these southern lands."
Berrod Armstrong made a slightly pained face. "Please stand -- that old sin is long and gone, done by our fathers...so we must remove the stains on us. Many a man did what he had to do that day, for his King. Many were conflicted, many did it only to make sure that their families, their children remained safe under the King of Ruin's wrath." He smiled at her slightly. "Go in peace, and know that this servant of Destruction works to destroy those grudges of old."
Sounsyy Mirke nods her head slowly. "Thank yeh. It were years ago, but it paved the way fer so much of our people's suffering. I 'ave carried that burden since his death."
Berrod Armstrong lifted a fist in her direction. "Let His lightning strike that burden! Let it rend it to rubble, and from the ruins build yourself a place of comfort. I will pray for him, and for you."
Sounsyy Mirke bows her head again and mutters out a quiet, "Thank yeh," before retreating back down the rock. A small smile forms on her face as she breaths in the dust of this place and nods to Leanne as she passes on her way out.
Berrod Armstrong: "Speak, and this servant shall listen."
Leanne Delphium quietly walks towards Berrod before politely bow her head to the man. "Ah, that will be a...highly unorthodox request, but, uhm..." she frowns while pulling from her back an elegant journal with a hat engraved on the cover. Opening the book, she flips through several pages, eventually stopping on one with a rather detailed drawing of the highlander. She offers a pen. "...Could I have your autograph, Mr. Berrod?" she grins embarrassedly.
Berrod Armstrong blinked. "My..." He squinted at the book, and for a moment, his usual Ul'Dahn brogue came out, "Autograph? Er-- you want me ta' sign that thing? Uh --" He cleared his throat, then took the pen. In a formal tone he acquiescence. "I shall, but know that the honor is mine, and remember -- do not revere the man, but the God he serves."
Leanne Delphium smiles sheepishly, bowing once more while mouthing a thanks. "My gratitude, Mr. Berrod." she snickers, closing the book afterwards. "Pardon if that seemed random. I just...always had some for admiration towards you ever since my first moons at the Grindstone. And I ever regretted the fact I never had the chance to talk with you...!"
Leanne Delphium: "So, uhm...taking the chance to correct that...!"
Berrod Armstrong smiled warmly. "I live at the Goblet, ward three, plot twenty four. Come by anytime, and we can talk as long as you like. Until then, walk in His levin."
Leanne Delphium tips her hat and bows. "Thank you...!" she grins and saunters away, quite happy.
Berrod Armstrong: "Speak, and this servant shall listen."
Leggerless Hanzou turns her gaze to the rock behind him. "Rhalgr; the breaker of worlds... god of destruction. A fascinating member of the Twelve." She looks back at him now. "I ask only a blessing from Rhalgr's servant to Nald'Thal's follower."
Berrod Armstrong: "A follower well respected; for it is in their embrace do those who do not survive destruction remain. May his light strike true and light your way; o servant and keeper of the gate."
Leggerless Hanzou returns a bow to Berrod. "Thank you, Servant of Rhalgr."
Berrod Armstrong glanced about, but he maintained his station nonetheless.
Berrod Armstrong smiled wide. "Speak, and this servant shall listen."
Caleb Agron: "Ey uh, know yer busy" He glanced back to make sure no one was waiting to be seen. "Jus wanted to say Rhalgr would be proud, ye helped a lot of these people learn a bit more bout The Destroyer." He smiled at the man and gave a nod.
Berrod Armstrong nodded. "I'm honored," He continued in his formal manner of speech, "And I want you to know that you yourself are blessed and Highly Favored, because to many you are the lightning that destroys their fears, doubts and apprehension. You power the spire, Caleb, and never forget it. Go in peace."
Berrod Armstrong: "Speak, and this servant shall listen."
Ryanti Veanysus approached the man in purple that stood before him, superior in height and in breadth. He scratched underneath his ear in a bit of awkwardness, not really used to this. "Hello, umm.. pardon my inadequacy at conversation like this, but I had wanted to ask if you could talk about me about the God you serve."
Berrod Armstrong nodded. "I would be happy to. He is Rhalgr, the Destroyer, the Breaker of worlds, depicted in robes with a staff of levin and represented by the sign of a streaking meteor. He is the God of my nation and an agent of change and reckoning among the Twelve."
Ryanti Veanysus took it upon himself to kneel on one knee, closing his eyes for a brief moment. "I've.. come here because I have a circumstance in my life that will call upon great change and great challenge in the near future. I heard of this ceremony, and understood that your God is that of destruction. I will need this ability now more than ever. If you would be so kind as to perform a blessing, I would be.. honored by it."
Berrod Armstrong nodded. "The honor is mine. Change may bring destruction. Some of it you can control, some of it you cannot. Destruction of old ways, of old times, for ways and times anew. May you remain in his light, and be given the power to direct it to make things all the better for your future."
Ryanti Veanysus held those words still in his mind. The man in purple before him spoke truth, more than he perhaps would ever know. Ryanti deemed fit to mention this. "It's... painfully accurate, the words you describe to me." He returned from his kneeling position, eyeing the stone behind him before the man himself. "Your God is wise. As are you."
Berrod Armstrong: "You honor me, and Him with your praise."
Ryanti Veanysus smiled weakly, a weight in his heart needed faith to keep it afloat for now. "Let us hope He listened, then." He said with a quiet, yet hopeful voice, spinning on his feet to turn and leave, but looking back as he did so. "By the way, what is your name?"
Berrod Armstrong: "Berrod Armstrong. And yours?"
Ryanti Veanysus slowly turned back to partial face him, blinking and then bending his neck downwards once more, in a small yet polite bow. "Ryanti Veanysus. It's a genuine pleasure to meet you, Berrod. You seem like a really good man. As are all of your people for hosting this event."
Berrod Armstrong: "Miss Jancis is the one who brought it all together. May Rhalgr smite your foes, Ryanti. Go in peace."
Ryanti Veanysus smiled, keeping the name in mind for any kind of future thanks. "Thank you. May He. And.. do you mind pointing her out? I wish to thank her too."
Berrod Armstrong indicated toward the hooded woman not too far away. "There she is."
Jancis Milburga misses the two men talking by the stone, her eyes on Ashmira attentively.
Ryanti Veanysus glanced behind himself where the man pointed, spotting a peculiar woman in a robe. It must be here. "Oh.. how convenient. Once again you have my thanks." He said with a warm smile, taking the steps down the slope of the rock, heading towards the woman.
Berrod Armstrong: "As always, you have the stamina of an army."
Jancis Milburga bows deeply, "That I could match yours, you have given a lot to many this sun. Dare say even Thaliak must be moved at the amount of understanding and clarity given on something that is... very emotional."
Berrod Armstrong: "It was an honor to...I'm glad I could." He dropped the formal speech and let the brogue loose. "Been trainin' my whole life fer this."
Jancis Milburga it taken with a quick smile, "A goal then? You aim high; as anyone should. As... as much as you said and gave to others did you find anything for yourself?"
Berrod Armstrong looked aside to Adalhaid. "Hope," He declared confidently. "Hope that I'm not fightin' a losin' battle, or the only one tryin' ta bring back what was lost."
Jancis Milburga follows Berrod's glance for a moment, looking curious a moment as she repeats his words. "... We must accept finite disappointment, but never lose infinite hope." She turns back, "Being here, having my old corrupted views changed. I would agree. The battle will have renewed vigor and many more will come and make what once was even stronger than before."
Berrod Armstrong: "At th'very least, people got ta see that it ain't all mindless savagery. Everythin' has ta start somewhere." He regarded her closely. "I'd thought ta bless ya, but yer more blessed than us all, in all of Them. Don't forget it, an' don't put it aside when this pilgrimage is over. Keep it, use it, know it, an' take pride in it."
Jancis Milburga looks up at Berrod, "Keep it, use it, know it." Taking a deep swelling breath, she nods purposefully, eyes wide in sincerity. "I will do my best to." She adds quickly, "Thank you."
Berrod Armstrong: "A pleasure t'serve."
Jancis Milburga: "There was another, a friend to me. Sir Armsbreaker. Could not be here with the other pilgrims; would be remiss if I could not ask for your time another sun to speak with him. He is a man of few words but of action and he could use some of that hope."
Berrod Armstrong 's lips tugged in a slight smile. "Of course."
Jancis Milburga squints happily, "I shall look for you, then. Cannot be that hard to find. Until then, be safe and well? Your kin, too, I think of them often."
Berrod Armstrong: "As we do o'you. I'll be around here still if y'need. I brought some supplies an' medicine fer those in need. I'll be goin' about distributin' an' makin' sure everyone who needs some gets some."
Jancis Milburga nods, stepping back, "The men who learn endurance, are they who call the whole world, brother."
Brynhilde Wulf smiles at Berrod. "It's been a while since I did this."
Berrod Armstrong nodded. "The same, only ever used ta do it back at the desert camp. I'm glad y'could share that wit' everyone." Oh dear, the lug's accent was back to normal.
Brynhilde Wulf: "Your word were truly inspiring, Berrod. It gladdens my heart to know that one such as you preserves our ways."
Brynhilde Wulf: "A blessing if you will, bruder?"
Berrod Armstrong nodded once. "It's an honor." He looked at the crowd, and seemed a bit taken aback by the LINE. Still, he nodded, and reached forward in a bid to clamp her firmly on the shoulder.
Brynhilde Wulf does likewise.
Berrod Armstrong: "Feel you pain and understand that it is the very water of transition. The wellspring is destruction, and like any raging torrent, with control you can carve a destiny of your own, and leave a channel for others to follow. May he smite your foes."
Berrod Armstrong released and bowed.
Brynhilde Wulf: "And yours, bruder."
Nathan Telluride: "Ser Armstrong... I wished to know that the Destroyer found my offering worthy, and know of no other man who would better know his will."
Berrod Armstrong: "There's power in yer voice, brother. Moreso, much moreso than mine. The cavern rumbled, but did not fall, so too do our own souls shake with each change we make."
Berrod Armstrong added a little more quietly. "An' it was fun as all hells, it's been a while since I've seen somethin' like that."
Nathan Telluride bows his chin. "Be it so, and be it true. As we find sorrow, so should we find joy, and honor them equally, in my philosophy. I appreciate your bid of confidence."
Berrod Armstrong: "I can tell that you're already blessed. But one more won't hurt. Let your words strike like his lightning and may your song echo like thunder. Go in his light, and change the world around you."
Nathan Telluride: "Thank you, brother of the Destroyer." He bows, and makes way for the next supplicant.
Saga Bearclaw kneels immediately before the man, her head lowered as she murmurs. "Bless this one woman so that she may fight for our people in the name of the Destroyer and protect our fellows from the greed of others."
Berrod Armstrong: "Please stand, we're both equals as He strikes."
Saga Bearclaw rises, as was to be expected.
Berrod Armstrong: "Conviction radiates from you, you are the picture of strength. Fight well, fight true, and may you see his Lightning upon your blade as you fight in his name. May Rhalgr smite your foes."
Saga Bearclaw: "My oath as a free paladin was sworn to protect our people. Blessed be His name so that justice may come for our people."
Berrod Armstrong smiled.
Saga Bearclaw removes herself from the line after her exchange to pray before the stone for but a moment in silence.
Tiergan Vashir: It was an honour to hear your words this day, my friend.
Berrod Armstrong: "The honor was to speak them, and to have them heard by so many -- especially one such as you who was built in his principle."
Tiergan Vashir smiles faintly, though the respect and admiration was clear in the mercenary's gaze.
Tiergan Vashir: Hearing songs of Him ringing through this cavern along with the tales spoken made me feel closer to home than ever.
Berrod Armstrong: "May your every step be lit in His levin, and may your arms carry it to those in need. You are a force of change in this world, and I pray that He guide you well. Walk to the bolts on the horizon, my friend."
Tiergan Vashir: Rhalgr guide your steps.
Berrod Armstrong smiled -- and it was a proud smile. "I'm glad to see you here."
Chiyo Hoshi: "Berrod, I... " Four of Chiyo's charka almost instantly opened as she'd approached him, though she seemed uncontrollable from the sudden surged on energy.
Chiyo Hoshi: "Dammit, dis again..."
Berrod Armstrong offered a hand -- he didn't look alarmed at all -- clearly he had seen it before.
Chiyo Hoshi: "I have no control over dis. When yer free, I could use yer help."
Chiyo Hoshi: "I guess fer now, I could use one of them blesses I guess."
Berrod Armstrong nodded once. "I'll help. Until the time comes, let His light give your seats of power peace. You are a thundercloud; rising to the heavens while still yet remaining near the earth. The time will come for you to strike the ground in fury, and when you do, He will smile."
Chiyo Hoshi: "I jus' hope I don' accidently 'destroy' anythin' important.,,, Anyroa', thanks..."
Berrod Armstrong: "I stand here as your servant, speak and I shall listen."
Rosalinde Thorne gives Berrod a faint smile as she approaches. "Your words honored and touched me, though you are a stranger. I wish only for a blessing that I might destroy the one foe that I have yet to fully face - my own fear." She bows her head.
Berrod Armstrong smiled. "Fear is a funny thing," He began. "But through Him, may you find the strength to strike at it; and from its scintillation may you glean wisdom, clarity and strength. I have faith in you. Walk in his light and power."
Rosalinde Thorne gives a stronger smile and murmurs a quiet word of thanks, stepping aside for the next in line.
Berrod Armstrong: "I am your servant, speak and I shall listen."
Virara Wakuwa approaches. She has a sharp gaze, and immediately sizes him up the moment she steps within arm's reach, clearly on reflex. She doesn't have the same sort of reverent gaze, but she seems still quietly respectful.
Virara Wakuwa: "... Big man. I wish to burn away my distractions. I need strength. Give those things to me. That focus."
Virara Wakuwa muses quietly.
Berrod Armstrong smiled. "If I give them to you, then they will only be useful so long as I am around. But, I will not be. So instead, take my lesson of destruction. Rend your old distractions asunder and build from it strength of your own making. Struggle. Sacrifice. Temper yourself. Forge strength of your own making, and with it, conquer all. Do it in His name."
Virara Wakuwa: "... You are not as she said they were. Interesting."
Virara Wakuwa gives Berrod an elaborate bow.
Berrod Armstrong: "I probably am, but I have to behave." He winked.
Virara Wakuwa blinks, very perplexed, but politely removes herself from the line.
Berrod Armstrong: "Speak, Flamesman, and know that I hold gratitude to you for what you have done for my people."
Cyneler Fenrir: I wish a Blessing for my Adoptive Father who was ala mhigan for peace.
Berrod Armstrong nodded once. "Your bond with him may not be one of blood, but from this day let it be one of lightning. Walk you two together in the light of His levin and destroy all that would see you laid low."
P'kohta Tia steps to the side, Val was in front of him after all.
P'kohta Tia: "I think it's your turn Val."
Valentinoix Thibault: Hail to thee.
Berrod Armstrong: "Speak, and this servant shall listen."
Valentinoix Thibault: Mayhap may I inquire of thee, art thou a monk, aye?
Berrod Armstrong: "I am, yes."
Valentinoix Thibault focuses on Berrod in the dark, but not quite able to discern his dark clothing against the dark wall.
Valentinoix Thibault: My comrade, Kohta here, and I were curious of the art. We did fear that monks may no longer exist to possibly answer our inquiries.
P'kohta Tia flips up his ears at mention of his name and decides to step forward. He shows the monk a broad grin and follows it with a deep respectful bow.
Berrod Armstrong thought for a moment. "We exist a scattered few. All but recently there appeared one in Mor Dhona as well, much more knowledgeable than I." He paused to bow to the other, "But I also do what I can to teach in Thanalan. Is your curiosity practical or theoretical?"
Valentinoix Thibault: Mayhap both. Thy words afore were quite striking.
Berrod Armstrong: "Hrm. In that case, perhaps a meeting after this would do. If you frequent the Pugilist's guild, you'll be sure to find me on one of your visits. We can talk at length, and I will be happy to teach you what I know."
Valentinoix Thibault: I do frequent Ul'dah, aye, occasionally training within the guild. I shall quite enjoy meeting with thee in a more quieter location so that I may hear thy movements.
Berrod Armstrong: "Then it will be done. Until that time, walk in His lightning!"
Valentinoix Thibault: Go thee well.
Zachary Evans took a deep breath and walked forward. Instead of his usual shifting, he bowed. "May I receive a Blessing of Rhalgr, Mister Armstrong?"
Berrod Armstrong: "You are already blessed and highly favored," He pointed out sternly, "Now it is up to you, with that power to direct it in the path of His light."
Zachary Evans nodded solemnly and turned to leave, keeping an eye on Berrod. "I..would like to talk with you in the coming days Mister Armstrong. We can both talk...and I can listen like I did today. Hear things I didn't before."
Zachary Evans: "Have a good day Mister Armstrong. Rhalgr keep you, and may Oschon guide your feet."
Berrod Armstrong: "Good. I was afraid that you'd used your blessing of destruction to destroy your eardrums. Go in His light, and we'll talk soon."
Berrod Armstrong smiled.
Jana Ridah gives Berrod a salute, though it might not be appropriate. "Ser Monk, it's good to see you again."
Berrod Armstrong: "Speak and this servant shall listen."
Jana Ridah: I have read the scrolls you gave to me, and much more besides. And I am having trouble clearing my mind when I try to meditate. I do enjoy, um... Reading about Haler and the monks, but I don't know if I'm cut out to really take in the teachings...
Berrod Armstrong: "Destroy that doubt, and give it time. If a dullard like me can learn enough to write on my own accord, then I have every faith that you can learn as much to at least teach what you have read."
Jana Ridah: I can't help but wonder though, if I like destruction -too- much. What do you think?
Berrod Armstrong smiled lightly. "Whether you favor it or not...that's no one's place to judge. It is how you -use- it, how you direct it and what you build in its wake. That is where the importance lies."
Jana Ridah: I suppose... I'll try not to leave empty spaces when I remove things. Thank you for your counsel.
Berrod Armstrong: "Walk well in levin."
Ashmira Honzen steps up sharply, her hand curled about something.
Berrod Armstrong: "Speak, and this servant shall listen."
Ashmira Honzen: "I came not for a blessing, but... a different matter."
Ashmira Honzen holds out her small pale hand, fingers curled about something.
Berrod Armstrong nodded, then looked down to inspect her hand.
Ashmira Honzen makes a gesture as if to indicate to hand something to him.
Ashmira Honzen: "If you would..?"
Ashmira Honzen tips up her other palm meaningfully.
Berrod Armstrong opened his hand under hers to receive it.
Ashmira Honzen tucks something smaller but surprisingly heavy in his palm and makes to curl his fingers about it.
Ashmira Honzen lowers her hand, exhaling shortly.
Berrod Armstrong did not let go of the object, but he -did- blink in astonishment. His free hand reached to clasp the area just below his chest, as if out of instinct. "Is this a blessing?"
Ashmira Honzen: "Mm. A calling I was to deliver. It may not have proper meaning now, but I believe it shall at some time, in the third gate's intent."
Berrod Armstrong smiled. "I see. Until that time, walk in His lightning."
Ashmira Honzen bows her head. "And you as well."
Berrod Armstrong stowed the item away before nodding the other forward. He smiled in recognition. "Speak, and this servant shall listen."
Sounsyy Mirke moves closer to Berrod, "Yeh are... of the Order, yes? From our homelands?"
Berrod Armstrong tilted his head diagonally. "Yes and no. I was born in the Heights, yes, but I am too young to know much more of it than what I was taught. Only three cycles did I spend there, and no memories remain. However, those who escaped raised me and poured every ounce of their blood into my veins, to be the soul of what once was. My master was of the order, and he taught me what he knew."
Sounsyy Mirke goes down on both knees and bows her head deeply. "Then... forego the blessing. I would seek forgiveness fer my father's actions late in his life. He... he were among those lancers who... burned the temple under our King's command. I did not know how many yet still lived in these southern lands."
Berrod Armstrong made a slightly pained face. "Please stand -- that old sin is long and gone, done by our fathers...so we must remove the stains on us. Many a man did what he had to do that day, for his King. Many were conflicted, many did it only to make sure that their families, their children remained safe under the King of Ruin's wrath." He smiled at her slightly. "Go in peace, and know that this servant of Destruction works to destroy those grudges of old."
Sounsyy Mirke nods her head slowly. "Thank yeh. It were years ago, but it paved the way fer so much of our people's suffering. I 'ave carried that burden since his death."
Berrod Armstrong lifted a fist in her direction. "Let His lightning strike that burden! Let it rend it to rubble, and from the ruins build yourself a place of comfort. I will pray for him, and for you."
Sounsyy Mirke bows her head again and mutters out a quiet, "Thank yeh," before retreating back down the rock. A small smile forms on her face as she breaths in the dust of this place and nods to Leanne as she passes on her way out.
Berrod Armstrong: "Speak, and this servant shall listen."
Leanne Delphium quietly walks towards Berrod before politely bow her head to the man. "Ah, that will be a...highly unorthodox request, but, uhm..." she frowns while pulling from her back an elegant journal with a hat engraved on the cover. Opening the book, she flips through several pages, eventually stopping on one with a rather detailed drawing of the highlander. She offers a pen. "...Could I have your autograph, Mr. Berrod?" she grins embarrassedly.
Berrod Armstrong blinked. "My..." He squinted at the book, and for a moment, his usual Ul'Dahn brogue came out, "Autograph? Er-- you want me ta' sign that thing? Uh --" He cleared his throat, then took the pen. In a formal tone he acquiescence. "I shall, but know that the honor is mine, and remember -- do not revere the man, but the God he serves."
Leanne Delphium smiles sheepishly, bowing once more while mouthing a thanks. "My gratitude, Mr. Berrod." she snickers, closing the book afterwards. "Pardon if that seemed random. I just...always had some for admiration towards you ever since my first moons at the Grindstone. And I ever regretted the fact I never had the chance to talk with you...!"
Leanne Delphium: "So, uhm...taking the chance to correct that...!"
Berrod Armstrong smiled warmly. "I live at the Goblet, ward three, plot twenty four. Come by anytime, and we can talk as long as you like. Until then, walk in His levin."
Leanne Delphium tips her hat and bows. "Thank you...!" she grins and saunters away, quite happy.
Berrod Armstrong: "Speak, and this servant shall listen."
Leggerless Hanzou turns her gaze to the rock behind him. "Rhalgr; the breaker of worlds... god of destruction. A fascinating member of the Twelve." She looks back at him now. "I ask only a blessing from Rhalgr's servant to Nald'Thal's follower."
Berrod Armstrong: "A follower well respected; for it is in their embrace do those who do not survive destruction remain. May his light strike true and light your way; o servant and keeper of the gate."
Leggerless Hanzou returns a bow to Berrod. "Thank you, Servant of Rhalgr."
Berrod Armstrong glanced about, but he maintained his station nonetheless.
Berrod Armstrong smiled wide. "Speak, and this servant shall listen."
Caleb Agron: "Ey uh, know yer busy" He glanced back to make sure no one was waiting to be seen. "Jus wanted to say Rhalgr would be proud, ye helped a lot of these people learn a bit more bout The Destroyer." He smiled at the man and gave a nod.
Berrod Armstrong nodded. "I'm honored," He continued in his formal manner of speech, "And I want you to know that you yourself are blessed and Highly Favored, because to many you are the lightning that destroys their fears, doubts and apprehension. You power the spire, Caleb, and never forget it. Go in peace."
Berrod Armstrong: "Speak, and this servant shall listen."
Ryanti Veanysus approached the man in purple that stood before him, superior in height and in breadth. He scratched underneath his ear in a bit of awkwardness, not really used to this. "Hello, umm.. pardon my inadequacy at conversation like this, but I had wanted to ask if you could talk about me about the God you serve."
Berrod Armstrong nodded. "I would be happy to. He is Rhalgr, the Destroyer, the Breaker of worlds, depicted in robes with a staff of levin and represented by the sign of a streaking meteor. He is the God of my nation and an agent of change and reckoning among the Twelve."
Ryanti Veanysus took it upon himself to kneel on one knee, closing his eyes for a brief moment. "I've.. come here because I have a circumstance in my life that will call upon great change and great challenge in the near future. I heard of this ceremony, and understood that your God is that of destruction. I will need this ability now more than ever. If you would be so kind as to perform a blessing, I would be.. honored by it."
Berrod Armstrong nodded. "The honor is mine. Change may bring destruction. Some of it you can control, some of it you cannot. Destruction of old ways, of old times, for ways and times anew. May you remain in his light, and be given the power to direct it to make things all the better for your future."
Ryanti Veanysus held those words still in his mind. The man in purple before him spoke truth, more than he perhaps would ever know. Ryanti deemed fit to mention this. "It's... painfully accurate, the words you describe to me." He returned from his kneeling position, eyeing the stone behind him before the man himself. "Your God is wise. As are you."
Berrod Armstrong: "You honor me, and Him with your praise."
Ryanti Veanysus smiled weakly, a weight in his heart needed faith to keep it afloat for now. "Let us hope He listened, then." He said with a quiet, yet hopeful voice, spinning on his feet to turn and leave, but looking back as he did so. "By the way, what is your name?"
Berrod Armstrong: "Berrod Armstrong. And yours?"
Ryanti Veanysus slowly turned back to partial face him, blinking and then bending his neck downwards once more, in a small yet polite bow. "Ryanti Veanysus. It's a genuine pleasure to meet you, Berrod. You seem like a really good man. As are all of your people for hosting this event."
Berrod Armstrong: "Miss Jancis is the one who brought it all together. May Rhalgr smite your foes, Ryanti. Go in peace."
Ryanti Veanysus smiled, keeping the name in mind for any kind of future thanks. "Thank you. May He. And.. do you mind pointing her out? I wish to thank her too."
Berrod Armstrong indicated toward the hooded woman not too far away. "There she is."
Jancis Milburga misses the two men talking by the stone, her eyes on Ashmira attentively.
Ryanti Veanysus glanced behind himself where the man pointed, spotting a peculiar woman in a robe. It must be here. "Oh.. how convenient. Once again you have my thanks." He said with a warm smile, taking the steps down the slope of the rock, heading towards the woman.
Berrod Armstrong: "As always, you have the stamina of an army."
Jancis Milburga bows deeply, "That I could match yours, you have given a lot to many this sun. Dare say even Thaliak must be moved at the amount of understanding and clarity given on something that is... very emotional."
Berrod Armstrong: "It was an honor to...I'm glad I could." He dropped the formal speech and let the brogue loose. "Been trainin' my whole life fer this."
Jancis Milburga it taken with a quick smile, "A goal then? You aim high; as anyone should. As... as much as you said and gave to others did you find anything for yourself?"
Berrod Armstrong looked aside to Adalhaid. "Hope," He declared confidently. "Hope that I'm not fightin' a losin' battle, or the only one tryin' ta bring back what was lost."
Jancis Milburga follows Berrod's glance for a moment, looking curious a moment as she repeats his words. "... We must accept finite disappointment, but never lose infinite hope." She turns back, "Being here, having my old corrupted views changed. I would agree. The battle will have renewed vigor and many more will come and make what once was even stronger than before."
Berrod Armstrong: "At th'very least, people got ta see that it ain't all mindless savagery. Everythin' has ta start somewhere." He regarded her closely. "I'd thought ta bless ya, but yer more blessed than us all, in all of Them. Don't forget it, an' don't put it aside when this pilgrimage is over. Keep it, use it, know it, an' take pride in it."
Jancis Milburga looks up at Berrod, "Keep it, use it, know it." Taking a deep swelling breath, she nods purposefully, eyes wide in sincerity. "I will do my best to." She adds quickly, "Thank you."
Berrod Armstrong: "A pleasure t'serve."
Jancis Milburga: "There was another, a friend to me. Sir Armsbreaker. Could not be here with the other pilgrims; would be remiss if I could not ask for your time another sun to speak with him. He is a man of few words but of action and he could use some of that hope."
Berrod Armstrong 's lips tugged in a slight smile. "Of course."
Jancis Milburga squints happily, "I shall look for you, then. Cannot be that hard to find. Until then, be safe and well? Your kin, too, I think of them often."
Berrod Armstrong: "As we do o'you. I'll be around here still if y'need. I brought some supplies an' medicine fer those in need. I'll be goin' about distributin' an' makin' sure everyone who needs some gets some."
Jancis Milburga nods, stepping back, "The men who learn endurance, are they who call the whole world, brother."
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