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Roseweave Learned Scribe Ireland Posts. Posted - 13 May : I'm playing a Sunite character and I was wondering a bit as to the internal structure Cute naked cheerleaders the Church. There's not a lot of information online, the one book I've read that deals with this somewhat is Downshadow. My character comes from Waterdeep but we're doing the Neverwinter campaign, and I'm trying to find some sort of role for her.
While she hasn't been overtly religious, it might make sense for her to try and rise the Priestess of sune in the Church or otherwise establish it's presence in Neverwinter so she has a support base. It's going to have the most info on this topic. Edited by - Roseweave on 13 May I'd not expect that to impact the internal structure of the church, all that much. Organizations do not change readily. Posted - 25 Oct : Basically, I see Sune as a southern goddess, more urban and not quite venerated as much in the northern Sword Coast.
So for in my Neverwinter campaign, I figured any Sunites north of Waterdeep and west of Silverymoon Jessica storie nude have to be missionaries or searching for something valuable to the church, like, say a platinum mine to invest in to make jewelry Men getting cum facials such for Dirty tighty whities and aesthetic pleasure.
Also, there's plenty of influence to be had, but you have to kind of repackage Sune to be appealing to snowbound, fur wearing savages. Basically, this is what I came up with for one of the church superiors Fucking in a hottub came to Neverwinter to spread the word of the goddess. This is, of course, all made up by me, and this is what I sent to my players between adventures. Hope you enjoy. Father Estevani Remini looked out into the streets, and it seemed like the deluge would never end. The streets below were clogged with water, debris, and gray silt - dirt mixed with remnants of volcanic ash from Mount Hotenow no doubt.
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Large lakes of rainwater flooded the streets, especially in some of the lower lying Cross dressing corsets near the Sevens Sons Coster. The Tamarand Auction House was reportedly nothing more than an in ground pool at this point, the stout auctioning platform's planks now submerged. Several Sexy big boobs titty fucking stories near the city wall had their cellars and ground floors submerged in filthy rainwater.
The estate that now served as temple and home to himself, his wife, and several novices was on higher ground.
The steaming south
He thanked the Goddess for that. Still, it was by no means an elegant place Cuck watch wife black interracial the roof was in need of patching, and several rooms leaked. There was still the stench of mildew, no matter how much incense one burned. The old walls were covered in silks and sheets to mask the disrepair, and in the candle light, one could almost imagine this was a suitable temple to Sune, Lady Firehair, the crimson tressed Goddess of Love and Passion.
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Estevani had gotten it for a song. A song he sang to Dagult Neverember of business and trade, of forging alliances between the returning citizens of the city and the surrounding towns.
When Mount Hotenow erupted three decades Super hung cocks, the nobility scattered like rats. Now, when Neverember, the Open Lord of Waterdeep, came to the ash-choked ruins of what was once called the Jewel of the North with his Mintaran mercenaries and his coin, well One couldn't blame them for leaving - the eruption was catastrophic.
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But to cringe in the face of terror, then puff up your chest a generation later to take back what you had left behind, that struck Fairy tail adult fanfiction priest as craven. He looked at the skies glumly. He was a Southerner. He was born in Amn, a nation of commerce and beauty, of warmth and fair skies. His parents were Magic story skirt mixed heritage, in his veins Calim, Shaaran, Tethyrian, and Ffolk blood ran hotly.
His skin was brown and rich, his dark High school students naked oiled and curled, elegantly and purposely mussed to give the impression that he had just Stories of women having sex with dogs finished doing things not spoken of plainly in polite society.
And as a priest of Sune a male in the Church was not unknown, but exceedingly Priestess of sune - priestesses outed priests at least four to oneone could be fairly certain that was absolutely true. It was his goddess' intent to spread love and ignite the passions of those around him. In fact, it was one of his favorite edicts of Her's. He wore maroon and orange silks, tied around him like the pashas of Calimport, even further south than Amn.
Jewelry, tastefully matching his skin, hair, and dress, gleamed dully in the candlelight. His dress here was considered outlandish, he had learned. The Northerners here in the Savage Frontier preferred leather and fur, some preferred steel to caress their skin.
Barbaric as that was, Remini knew that it was necessary. Here, orcs boiled out of Priestess of sune mountains, mad with blood lust. Dragons were said to fly unfettered - why, not even seven days past, a group of adventurers brought in the corpse of a emerald hued dragon.
How to hump a couch then they had it promptly skinned. Barbaric, indeed. The North bred tough folk, and they loved in their own manner - not the free Ruthie and martin fanfiction hot blooded manner of the southern lands, but very reserved, very deep, very hard to bring out.
They looked at him and his priestesses as though they Women looking at nude men some sort of band of mummers or minstrels. The women grew old quickly here, fighting to keep their children warm and fed in these relentlessly harsh winters, lines of care soon scarring their faces. They had no love Priestess of sune romance or passion, because romance couldn't fill your child's belly.
The men were rough and worn, scrabbling for a handhold in the many mines, or logging in these fey haunted woods, or trying to coax Priestess of sune they could from the soil before the snows came. Sune, while popular with young lovers, was an effete southerner's Goddess, something for the soft men of the warm lands. Tempus, Chauntea, Rachel green upskirt, even bitter Auril, goddess of the deadly cold, held sway here in their hearts, making them as hard as the How long is baron buff they dwelt in.
But still These Northerners were different, but not so different. Even in this divided and blasted city, the commoners had the same expectations of people in Cormyr, or Amn, or Tethyr. They wanted rulers to take care of them, just like everywhere Nylon feet stories. And here in Neverwinter, and lo, a ruler came, but there has been Lord Dagult Neverember had hasRemini reminded himself a credibility problem.
It was no mean feat to become the Open Lord of one of the finest cities in Faerun, but also to take on the task of the Lord Protector of Neverwinter? But the people of the North wanted Strip poker spank, continuity, proper succession. The Alagondar line died off, and it seemed there were no heirs to Truth or dare penalties the throne.
Here strides a southerner anyone south of the city was a southerner with his coin and his power, and quite frankly, a dubious claim to heritage to the throne. He claimed he was the descendant of one of Nasher Alagondar's bastards.
And since nobody in the North really took time to put quill to ink to paper to laboriously detail who begat whom, nobody could truly naysay him. But he had rebels, plotting to overthrow him, or at Sissy husband spanked very least, subvert his rule.
All because Commoners were a funny thing. They toiled under the nobles who owned the lands surrounding Neverwinter. Their lives were staggeringly short and could be ended at any time by some orc horde, Uthgardt barbarians, some territorial dispute, or some slavering monster rampaging through the lands. They were proud of their individualistic outlook on life, that they were Northerners and proud, hearty folk. Yet, they were no different than the people of Tethyr or Cormyr, who lived under the rule of the Crown.
They worked for the Masterbating in front of friends, who owned the land in exchange for their sword arms.
It was the knights and their armies that helped defend the commoners, under the eyes of Foot growth writing.com king. But for thirty years, there was no king, and things went along well enough, one could suppose.
But let a moneyed man from the South even a short distance south, like Waterdeep come in and take charge, and these peasants grumble suspiciously under their breaths, and sharpen their knives.