Hey again! double trouble it seem. I wrote a second but smaller Rp. This one is more on the religious side of things as Aldrakar attempts to garner some divine favor hehe.
Roadside Shrine
With the passing of morning and time every bringing fateful moment closer at hand did Aldrakar pause at a roadside shrine. It was an ancient looking thing. The stone eaten away by decades of rain and wind and moss. The small alcove was still functional though as a rain-shelter and it seemed as if at least someone still cared for it, albeit very infrequently.
Brushing aside some of the foliage he uncovered the worn symbols of the bloodstars. They looked out of place in way. This land is were this particular faith split in two and again it was a choice between friends. Why did the world always conspire to burden him with such choices. Kneeling down before the main altar Aldrakar said a few verses of the sacred texts. In the distance the trudging sound of a hundred hundred boots called to him. They would have to wait.
Rising to his feet he moved closer to the alter itself. Produced from his pocket, he placed 5 silver coins on the rough stone surface and smiled as he saw how an old root kept some of the masonry together. ''Watch over all of my friends that will attempt to do what is right and in the process take friends from friends.'' With that done he turned away from the near ruinous shrine and strode back to the marching army.
If the stars favored him he would not loose too many of them in the near future.
