Hi I'd like to have my UU, which would be named Morafren (lit. translation would be "Mora's Friend"), a medium-sized ship both good for transferring cargo and defending itself. Can be used as a decent escort. Basically, think Frigates.
And now, we interrupt this broadcast for some religious nonsense. Ah well.
To: Morazen
From: Eamo
You've lost all right to "worship Mora in all her glory" by accepting your pitiful fire God, you babbling heretics!
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Brother Tindor was sleeping. He was part of the clergy for some 5 years, and he was a dutiful man who kept the faith flowing in the most respective city of Ramosh, and made sure no man, woman or child spurred from the path of righteousness to the deep depths of Morazen heresy. He hoped that he had been successful in that regard; for that in his past life he has done many awful things and that was his redemption.
He was shivering in his bed, nearly suffocating but yet falling asleep once again...but it returned! Again and again. A wild dream, one that is impossible to comprehend, yet it was clear, for that the dream began once more...
"MORTAL." said the column of water, the well-recognized form of Mora with which she had appeared to the prophet Moran so many years ago before "YOU ARE BLESSED. YOU ARE THE CHOSEN ONE."
"Chosen for what, honourable Goddess? I am a mere mortal, and a sinner. I've killed and razed, destroyed livelihoods. How can I be chosen for anything but for the bottom of the driest lake?" Brother Tindor said
"THAT YOU'RE A SINNER, THERE'S NO DOUBT." the water pillar suddenly became even clearer, and an image appeared, showing a man killing, murdering, looting. In that man's face, Brother Tindor recognized nobody else but his very self. "YET THERE'S STILL HOPE FOR YOU. A PENANCE OF SORTS."
"That won't erase my sins."
"THAT IT WON'T, IT WON'T. BUT IT MIGHT JUST AMEND THEM. the image changed. It showed a city. A large, bustling city filled with people.
"Where's that? Which city is this?" he pointed at the city and its rising buildings.
"DON'T BE FOOLISH. YOU KNOW WHICH CITY. PINZOU. YEARS AGO, YOU WERE A CRIMINAL, A BEAST STRIPPED OF ANY SEMBLANCE OF HUMANITY. YOU TOOK FROM ALL: FROM THE PAUPER ON THE STREET TO THE RICH MAGISTRATE." the pylon of water shook angrily. "BUT ENOUGH ABOUT THE PAST. THIS IS ABOUT THE FUTURE. SOON, A DELEGATION OF EAMOAN DELEGATES WILL GO TO THIS CITY. YOU MUST JOIN THEM."
"Why would I be accepted? I am but a lowly clergyman whose face is known to no one outside of this holy church" he said "Am I truly fit for this? Surely, there must be people better suited than me for whatever mission you'll bestow me!"
"YOU KNOW WHY. THE CITY OF PINZOU..IT IS YOUR HOME, NO? WHY ELSE WOULD YOU HAVE MOVED SO CLOSE TO THE BORDER? YOU COULD HAVE MOVED TO A HIGH MOUNTAIN MONASTERY IF YOU, INDEED, SOUGHT "PENANCE". BUT NO. the pillar said "NO, YOU WENT HERE. YOU DIDN'T RUN AWAY ENTIRELY. NOW IS YOUR CHANCE TO SHOW YOUR DEVOTION, BROTHER TINDOR...FREE THE MEN OF PINZOU..."
It was a sudden, and, rather rude awakening. Someone was shaking him up. "Wake up! Wake up!" - someone was shaking him. It was that scribe, Manon again. He was annoying, as he somehow managed to read his diary and now probably knew where he buried his treasure trove. And now he thinks they're friends.
"Hey, did you hear? Didya hear?! They're coming! Coming!" he said, while jumping around excitedly. "Coming!"
He could feel his head pulsating with pain as he reeled over clumsily. The details of the dream was still in his head; but was it real? Was it a figment of his imagination, perhaps a manifestation of his guilt combined with the years of religious dogma, thus resulting into "Mora" speaking to him about some sort of a mission...
"Hey? Heeeey? How many fingers am I showing?"
"More than necessary...ugh, who's coming?"
"A delegation! Straight from the capital! Can you believe it?"
Suddenly, the headache disappeared, replaced with a sense of...clarity? A sense of what must be done? He had a mission, to redeem before Mora and society. For that what must be done was most urgent.
"We must go. At once..."