no rules in breakable heaven

Sohalia

Don't try to wake me up
Even if the sun really does come out tomorrow

The Celestine was quiet in the early morning light as Sohalia made her way along the carefully manicured paths towards the temple. Although they'd only returned recently to Stormbreak, it hadn't taken Lena long to put the Celestine to rights, and the Luminary marveled at how quickly it had returned to the way it was as she meandered towards the shrine. Tarak's absence chafed at her very soul, and there hadn't been a moment that passed that she didn't feel it keenly. Today, she felt it in the way her shoulder was lighter than it should have been, the spot where her griffin would have normally perched empty of his presence.

Soh carried a basket on one arm, filled to the brim with fresh Leafchange fruits and vegetables. It was this basket that she placed at the foot of the statue of Frey before kneeling down to offer a quiet prayer. "Hi, Frey. I wanted to see if you had a moment. I have these scales -" And she pulled out the mothman scales from a pocket. "And I wondered if we could make something with them."

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With so many favoured in one place, fickle spirits tend to leave you alone. You cannot be cursed when visiting a shrine by a spirit. (In order to use this, make sure to note the ability at the bottom of each shrine post).

Regional Score bonus: +1 in all shrine visits, drops, PQ+s, KQs, etc. (You must post this at the bottom of any post where a +1 should be included)

Soh would like to quest for the following from nature Frey:

Type: Grey | Style: Defensive | Level: Basic
Mothman Scale Vest | A lightweight vest made from the scales of a slain mothman. Blocks Physical damage and downgrades incoming Upgraded dark magic to Basic level. Can be used 1x per thread.

(Feel free to edit the description as needed.)

Don't believe anything you say anymore
In the morn, in the morning

Frey

Frey appears, twinkling with morning dew and clad in the fervent colours of the season, their presence seeming to bring the shrine itself into abundance and vigour. "You come with loss today," they murmur, voice decadently warm and endlessly patient. "Remember that we come into this world to go out of it again, petal. It is the way with all creatures - a journey to learn and grow and then to rest. Some simply complete it sooner than others, whether by luck or circumstance."

They crouch before the basket of offerings she has brought, selecting a pomegranate and cracking it open with ease to reveal the ruby jewelled seeds inside. "The scales will prove a fine addition to any protective piece of clothing," they agree. "But not in their current state. First we will need to teach them to learn and to grow..."

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Sohalia has received a quest! She must:

1. Complete a thread obtaining the fabric she would like to use for the base of the Mothman Scale Vest.

2. Complete a thread having the fabric measured, cut and sewn into the desired shape.

3. Upon completion of 1. and 2., spend a night in one of the areas in the Wilds with only a single lantern for illumination, making sure the fabric is exposed to the light. Expect moths.

4. Complete a thread with a character who has the use of Dark magic, witnessing them using it in the thread.

Sohalia

Don't try to wake me up
Even if the sun really does come out tomorrow

Frey appeared, taking Soh's breath away. They were beautiful, as they always were, but today, there was something about them that brought Soh comfort, too. She nodded silently at the deity's words, swallowing a sudden lump in her throat. She had never felt loss quite like this, nor so keenly believed that someone's death was her fault and hers alone. She wasn't sure what to do with that, for all that Frey offered words of advice.

Instead, she focused on what she could do. "Thank you, Frey," she said, solemn but determined. "I will do as you ask and return as soon as I can." Hopefully her tasks would not take her long, and she would be able to come back within the season.

fin

Don't believe anything you say anymore
In the morn, in the morning