[IC] Swords Beneath the Starlight

Mazelina and Lain

Lain's eyes close shut in a show of modesty as an embarrassingly honest smile spreads across her face.

"...I... I think that's quite sweet. Your mother sounds like quite a wonderful woman - she must have been, to raise someone so dedicated to doing good in the world in the Goddess's name."

The smile fades. She manages to meet your eyes once more.


"...Truth be told, I wish I had half the faith you show all the time. I believe in the Goddess, in her teachings, but I find myself distressed by the state of the world. Sometimes I wonder if... if maybe she's gone far far away? I carry her blade, and yet my heart is filled with such doubts. So... I am, in fact, rather confident in saying that you have more right to touch it than me. I may be carrying it, but I'm hardly a woman of stalwart faith and unbreakable courage. There are many in our own little company who I am certain would better be fitted to wielding it. Perhaps the prince will lay hands upon it one day... or even his... interesting little knight friend. Maybe even you! Though I can't really imagine you willingly taking up arms, even given what little time we've shared together."

Airitech and Taras


"Hah. A dog who's been wrapped up in a plan to save the world... sounds like we have more in common than I thought." He looks up. "You're not so bad, Airitech. Try not to die on the battlefield, alright? I'd rather not be the only pup nipping at the heels of destiny, here."

Sunny and Roland

The prince thinks over what you've said for a moment before shaking his head and offering a kind - if somewhat wary - smile.


"I'm afraid you've guessed wrong. It is only right for a man to know what his allies hold dear. If we are to fight and die together in this war, we would be best served by understanding each other's values - our motivations - so that we can trust one another completely. That's my view, anyways. So... if you would be willing to share your theology - now or sometime soon - then I would be happy to listen. Don't expect a convert, but you'll have my rapt attention."

Barnabas and Lys


"W... Well..." She sighs. "I-- I sing little songs, and make up little poems. Like... um... well-- well I can't do it when I'm under pressure, but. The regular prayers are very serious, and regal, and holy, but when I'm feeling the presence of the Goddess, I just... want to sing! And rhyme!! And it's... it's wrong, and disrespectful, and bad. And I wouldn't want to hurt her feelings, so I-- I left, before I could."