I'm miserably bored. I'd planned on spending all day hunting, attending and in-game wedding, and submitting a few designs. Unfortunately, the Internet is still out. So, tell me if your character has any daily rituals!
Whenever Kio enters his manse, he sheathes his weapons, removes all his armour, his clothing, and his shoes, dismounts his spider and either leaves her at the door or dismisses her (depending on how long he'll be), and puts on only a pair of very comfortable silk pants. Once he and Thul are properly wed, he most likely won't wear those, either, as he values the form he's inherited by Tae, though has some strange issue with being naked around others.
He's also developed a slight complex since forgoing his Wyrdenwood form. The thoughts and emotions from being so linked to the Wyrd frighten him. This fear is only compounded by his inability to remember most of what happened while he was a Wyrdenwood and the many memories he had lost on becoming one. Because of this, he's taken to documenting many of the experiences he's had that have been most important to him by imbuing them onto scrolls within his library.
Eventually, both of these things will become cornerstones of who he his as a character, especially the latter.
So, Lusternians! Do your characters have any daily rituals that they perform regardless of the presence of others? And, if they don't, do they have any they perform only in the presence of others?
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That's not something your character does. That's something you do.
*peer*
Yet his Katana remains unsheathed, just placed within immediate use reach.
The divine voice of Avechna, the Avenger reverberates powerfully, "Congratulations, Morkarion, you are the Bringer of Death indeed."
You see Estarra the Eternal shout, "Morkarion is no more! Mourn the mortal! But welcome True Ascendant Karlach, of the Realm of Death!
Okay. Maybe not because beer. But soon!
Forgiveness is the fragrance that the violet sheds on the heel that has crushed it.
If he's going out hunting or near a combat area, he puts on all his armour, draws his weapons, lights his pipes, and hides his companion. When he returns, he at least sheathes his weapons and removes his helm, hanging it from his belt. Most of the time, he'll remove his armour and go about in his normal clothing like a good barbarian, just boots and a loincloth.
He'll check the Magnolia Lock as well, since that should be checked every day. And recently, every month he's done some more studying in the old news archives, fascinated by what he finds.
Today is the 3rd of Kiani, 361 years after the Coming of Estarra. The phase of the moon is the New Moon.
A circular pool in the night garden.
There is a light drizzle of rain. Each of the winding paths through the night garden eventually ends here, at a deep, circular pool swimming with a few slender, silver-backed koi. The pool is perfectly circular and perhaps a dozen paces across, its edges lined with ink-black obsidian. A small bench cut from the same stone is at the north end of the pool, its ends carved masterfully with decorative
vines and flowers. August lilies line the pool, scenting the evening air with their fragrance of pure wild honey. The depth of the pool is unfathomable; a pebble dropped into the pool sinks with barely a sound. The koi never seem to break the surface of the water, thus the surface remains as smooth as glass. At night, the reflection of the stars in the darkness of the pool is so uncanny as
to seem as if a piece of the night sky has fallen to the earth.
You say, "In darkness, we stand."
You say, "Blind, weary, lost."
Nimhuire kneels beside the pool, making a sweeping gesture with her arm.
You say, "We fear the darkness, Mother. We fear your loss."
Nimhuire bows her head, staring into the depths of the pool.
You say, "But the New Moon is yours as well. This darkness is yours. You could pierce it, if you wished."
You say, "Help us to trust."
You say, "Trust to the canticle. Trust to change. Trust that what was, will be."
You say, "And that when all we see is the darkness, when all we know is confusion, yet there is light. You are not gone. You merely bear the face of the new. Of silence, secrets, and darkness."
You say, "Of children weaned, of paths walked by feel rather than sight."
Midnight shadows coalesce around a new day, and Mother Night embraces the land in utter darkness.
It is now the 4th of Kiani, 361 years after the Coming of Estarra.
Darkness rules the land. It is deepest midnight.
The phase of the moon is the Waxing Crescent.
Nimhuire reaches out towards the sliver of moon appearing in the pool.
Tilting her face up in wonder to the heavens, you say, "And always, trust is rewarded. Your silver face grows with every night as you, as we, are born anew."
Estarra the Eternal says, "Give Shevat the floor please."
Does this count?