Help the refugees, Mother Giselle had said. Helping His people helps the Maker, she'd said. Helping people was all well and good, but what about herself? The chantry sister turned her gaze glumly to the flurry of snow outside of the cave. Her little sanctuary had been occupied at some point in time, judging by the bedroll and a handful of materials scattered around, but all seemed like they'd been untouched for some time. Hopefully, this snowstorm would keep the owner away, if they were the type hostile to an unfortunate sister.
No--The Maker had already begun providing, by giving her this cave. It was just as the Mother had said--provide for others, and He will provide for you.
Maybe it's your cave, or maybe you're just another unfortunate caught in the snow. Maybe you were even sent to attempt to rescue the poor Sister. Whatever you're doing, she'll be near the entrance of the cave, hands clasped together, eyes closed as she silently mouthed a prayer.
5a.
After the Tevinters had shooed most of the Chantry clergy out of Redcliffe, the Chantry itself had fallen into a state of disrepair. Melyanna had even heard that there had been a fade rift in here! She shuddered to imagine it. With the Tevinter menace disposed of (mostly, there were still a few that insisted on hanging around, for some reason), she felt called to try to bring this place back to at least some kind of decent shape.
She was hardly any type to be running a Chantry of her own--and she didn't want to leave the Inquisition--but at least a cleaned up Chantry would let other people be able come in to find solace.
So, the doors to the Chantry were propped open, and anyone curious enough to peek in would find a Chantry Sister, attempting to drag pews back into their proper order, carefully placing candelabras, and throwing rubble into a large pile. It wasn't a lot, but the more welcoming the Chantry seemed, the better.
Sister Melyanna | DA OC | Chantry sister
Help the refugees, Mother Giselle had said. Helping His people helps the Maker, she'd said. Helping people was all well and good, but what about herself? The chantry sister turned her gaze glumly to the flurry of snow outside of the cave. Her little sanctuary had been occupied at some point in time, judging by the bedroll and a handful of materials scattered around, but all seemed like they'd been untouched for some time. Hopefully, this snowstorm would keep the owner away, if they were the type hostile to an unfortunate sister.
No--The Maker had already begun providing, by giving her this cave. It was just as the Mother had said--provide for others, and He will provide for you.
Maybe it's your cave, or maybe you're just another unfortunate caught in the snow. Maybe you were even sent to attempt to rescue the poor Sister. Whatever you're doing, she'll be near the entrance of the cave, hands clasped together, eyes closed as she silently mouthed a prayer.
5a.
After the Tevinters had shooed most of the Chantry clergy out of Redcliffe, the Chantry itself had fallen into a state of disrepair. Melyanna had even heard that there had been a fade rift in here! She shuddered to imagine it. With the Tevinter menace disposed of (mostly, there were still a few that insisted on hanging around, for some reason), she felt called to try to bring this place back to at least some kind of decent shape.
She was hardly any type to be running a Chantry of her own--and she didn't want to leave the Inquisition--but at least a cleaned up Chantry would let other people be able come in to find solace.
So, the doors to the Chantry were propped open, and anyone curious enough to peek in would find a Chantry Sister, attempting to drag pews back into their proper order, carefully placing candelabras, and throwing rubble into a large pile. It wasn't a lot, but the more welcoming the Chantry seemed, the better.
5b.
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