Thread: Edana, Goddess of Passion (Xana and Durihan)

Have you heard of the Goddess Edana? Sven asked over the fire. The stars were already out, the night sky a blanket for the Kingdom of Felhine. And beneath the stars, sitting in the midst of a forest was a man and woman around a fire. The man a strong and proud warrior of the north, broad shoulders accompanied by defined and battle tested muscle. He looked very much the part of a barbarian, and the way he fought only confirmed that. But who Sven really was was a mercenary, and adventurer, a sell sword. Traveling the kingdom to experience life at it's fullest. And the woman across from him? Her name was Charlotte, a daughter of a nobleman who up until a few hours ago was in the oh so unfortunate care of a group of raiders. The two had stopped to set up camp, the journey back to Charlotte's home still a half a days travel. She is the deity of Passion. She turns none away that seek comfort, acceptance. A lover to all. I praise Edana for my victory against those raiders and finding a beauty as yourself waiting. Sven said with a soft smile, his long blonde hair hanging in it's usual care free manner. Even with the scars of battle old along his flesh, Sven was still very handsome. And maybe he flaunted it, the use of no armor improved mobilty dramatically in combat. But it also showed his physique. He sat there now in just his usual cloak, pants, and boots. His large sword resting against a nearby tree. In the capitol of Felhine, there is a temple to Edana. Where priestess's of similar beauty to your's praise Edana in the practices of Passion that honor her. He added as he got up, taking his cloak off and moving over to Charlotte's side. Softly bringing the cloak around the woman's shoulders before continuing. I wish to share those practices with you tonight. So that we may honor the Goddess, and live as we were intended. Sven continued, Charlotte looking up to him with unknowing but curious gazes. It didn't take long at all before the cloak around her shoulders slipped to the ground and the two followed. The cloak a bed of sorts that Sven would take Charlotte on, with the fire at his back and the young maiden below, truly Edana was being praised that night. Of course it wasn't the only place for such devotions to be enacted. The very temple Sven spoke of, in the Capitol of Felhine was alive that very night. To call it a brothel would be an insult, seeing how brothels were kept to the outer reaches of the city. The temple of Edana was one of many temples, built and placed within the inner sphere of the city. Yes, for some gold one could sleep with the gorgeous priestess's that called the temple home. But what temple didn't accept payment for service? The Sect of Dorfane took gold for prophetic guidance on people's futures, and the Sect of Bro'Kul took gold for administering the rites of the dead. Just because the Sect of Edana performed acts of flesh didn't make their worship, their deeds any less divine. Regardless people came from all corners of the kingdom just for one night with the Divine prostitutes of Edana. And Gareth was no different. Where Gareth came from, what Gareth did for a living, what family he claimed no one knew. Nor would they ask, he was a man that only appeared at night in the Capitol. An air of uneasiness seemed to befall any that crossed his path. And yet those that Gareth took interest in, those he pursued seemed to be transfixed by him, fascinated. But what else would they feel? Gareth was a vampire after all, no stranger then the ogres of the south or the fae, but definitely a being of much dismay and hatred. So the very fact that he was a vampire wasn't something he threw around the Capitol. Why should he though? Who he was, what he was, none of that was important. It had nothing to do with his prolonged visit to the Capitol anyways. The only thing that did matter to him was the temple, more importantly the priestess that had somehow pulled every interest and obsession Gareth had ever experienced onto none other but herself. The man entered the temple and was greeted by the familiar flames that danced on top of iron bowls. Their light showing the main hall of the temple filled with patrons and priestesses. Edana be praised, it is always a pleasure to see patrons return. Came the soft chime of a woman's voice, clothed in nothing more then a silk white robe that hung loosely from her curves. Dare I ask if you are interested in any other priestesses tonight? Her question fell on deft ears though as Gareth simply produced a pouch from his belt, holding it out for the priestess to take before he made his way further into the temple. Into the mass of humans and non-humans a like laughing, drinking, and moving away to more secluded chambers of the temple. There was only one priestess that Gareth desired, that he craved, a nymph who's touch somehow warmed his cold flesh. Her blood as fresh and intoxicating as the very first being that Gareth had ever fed on. Just one more taste, just one more night would surely be enough. A lie that Gareth told himself in jest, just to make him smirk and pass the time as he searched for his priestess.