Post by Geoff, The God of Biscuits on Sept 13, 2012 0:27:05 GMT -5
He sits in the temple, ensconced behind his screen, meditating. The peace and serenity of the Heavens themselves, radiated from him in waves, the smell of the sandalwood incense in the air, thick as a blanket. His mind was nowhere and everywhere, all at once, the peace of his station in his heart. He opens his eyes momentarily, the leather pouch of biscuits and choccy, swishing lightly, swinging on his rotund belly. He eyes the monk who came to him, that smile he always wore fixed on his face. "Ahh, Sister Monk, Welcome. What can I do for you?" He pulls his low hung table across the floor, the ever burning fire steeping the pot of tea he had to perfection, pouring out two cups for his guest and himself. "Something is troubling you, child. I can sense it. Please, be seated." He indicates the cushion on the floor, patterned in an combination of Moroccan Turk, and East Asian patterns.
She takes her seat, dropping her hood. Her name was Annamaria, a Roman by descent, her eyes a pale wild honey shade, her hair tied upon her head in a severe bun. She was of barren womb, and unsuited to anywhere but the Temple, so Geoff had taken her in, giving her sanctuary and purpose to her life. She was ever grateful for that, and so, sipped her tea, looking up at her teacher "Oh Great Elder, it is the news from the town. There are talks of a beast of some kind, taking its vengeance upon the populace. The armies of Crete are facing it, and doing no good. I fear, they may soon be decimated. Is there anything we can do to help them?"
Geoff's eyes alight, the news slightly off putting. But he never lets the smile cease, making sure to have it reach his eyes. "Dear Annamaria, fret not. This situation shall be rectified in time. Probably a bit of trickery brought on by someone foolishly dabbling in the Dark Arts again. You sit and enjoy your tea. Meditate if you must, but rest assured, this is but a minor occurrence." He rises from his cushion, using a form of Chi like magic, levitating fully from the cushion, dropping his legs once he had attained the height to fully stretch his legs. His waxwood bowstaff, sais, and chainwhip appeared on his belt, for even though he was a God of peace, he had no misconceptions of the violent nature of man. He knew, he may, if someone persisted enough, have to be forced to rely on the martial arts shown him by Ares, after he was found innocent of wrongdoing for killing Poseidon's son. The staff drops into his hand, the decorative pattern, actually the Buddhist Sutras for peace, wisdom, and understanding, the weaponry staying concealed under his robes. How he hated carrying them, but to his duty, he was married. The staff taps on the stone floor, as he walks, leaning on the staff for balance, another trick shown him by Ares. Always appear meeker than one actually was. Deception was as wise as diplomacy in his mind, the smile widening on his face. He set off down the mountain, towards the village, the ever watching Peaceful Warrior going to find out what the commotion was about
She takes her seat, dropping her hood. Her name was Annamaria, a Roman by descent, her eyes a pale wild honey shade, her hair tied upon her head in a severe bun. She was of barren womb, and unsuited to anywhere but the Temple, so Geoff had taken her in, giving her sanctuary and purpose to her life. She was ever grateful for that, and so, sipped her tea, looking up at her teacher "Oh Great Elder, it is the news from the town. There are talks of a beast of some kind, taking its vengeance upon the populace. The armies of Crete are facing it, and doing no good. I fear, they may soon be decimated. Is there anything we can do to help them?"
Geoff's eyes alight, the news slightly off putting. But he never lets the smile cease, making sure to have it reach his eyes. "Dear Annamaria, fret not. This situation shall be rectified in time. Probably a bit of trickery brought on by someone foolishly dabbling in the Dark Arts again. You sit and enjoy your tea. Meditate if you must, but rest assured, this is but a minor occurrence." He rises from his cushion, using a form of Chi like magic, levitating fully from the cushion, dropping his legs once he had attained the height to fully stretch his legs. His waxwood bowstaff, sais, and chainwhip appeared on his belt, for even though he was a God of peace, he had no misconceptions of the violent nature of man. He knew, he may, if someone persisted enough, have to be forced to rely on the martial arts shown him by Ares, after he was found innocent of wrongdoing for killing Poseidon's son. The staff drops into his hand, the decorative pattern, actually the Buddhist Sutras for peace, wisdom, and understanding, the weaponry staying concealed under his robes. How he hated carrying them, but to his duty, he was married. The staff taps on the stone floor, as he walks, leaning on the staff for balance, another trick shown him by Ares. Always appear meeker than one actually was. Deception was as wise as diplomacy in his mind, the smile widening on his face. He set off down the mountain, towards the village, the ever watching Peaceful Warrior going to find out what the commotion was about
