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[wishuponastarion]

Jade must yap for lunch.... (she already had breakfast and it is not dinner time)

[lethargicmonsoon]

you ever become a smooth operator cold caller in Sellbot HQ and have the time of your life

[wearecleric]

(IC ask bc boy oh boy my girl needs help) Can you spare some wisdom for a passerby? I’m an adventurer whose regular quests have turned into a rescue mission to rescue my companion’s mentor. Someone is willing to guide us underground, and he saved my companion when we were attacked, but he used fiendish magic to do so. I serve a god of survival and healing. His patron is of chaos and entropy. My instincts say not to trust him, but I also know what it's like to be judged by appearance, having faced prejudice of my own as an orc. My divine and mundane senses of right are at odds. What is the best course of action? Thank you. May the seas’ bounty sustain you.

Brother Andrew's sly smile grows as the cleric before him expresses her frustration.  He nods in agreement with her until she finishes her stories, at which point he answers:

"You know, I really love gardening.  Not just for the beauty of plants, but for their utility.  I prefer a plant that gives me something I can use... aloe for healing, leaves for tea, fruit for eating... I appreciate what each plant produces.  Now, if we found a plant with lacey white flowers and long white taproot that was purple at the top, you would be forgiven for thinking it was hemlock.  That sounds and looks exactly like some varieties of hemlock, but it's also the same as some varieties of wild carrots, parsnips, and other yummy root vegetable that are great in stews.

"It is a really difficult place, to find ourselves in need of the skills, knowledge, or experience of others less... devoted than ourselves.  Or at least, devoted to other things.  But that doesn't mean they are poisonous or dangerous or evil. Sometimes it just takes a little extra care and discernment to tell the bad ones from the good ones, but it is absolutely worth the time.  Evil is what makes people evil, not their appearance, or race, or culture, or background.  It is what they do, the impact they have on the world, that makes them untrustworthy.  But if they have not demonstrated themselves to be evil, let us not hastily jump forward to call them evil."

Brother Andrew prattles on...

(@hauntedpontmercy​)

"You know, speaking of gardening, when I was still a young postulant there was an abbess who loved to say, 'Wearing white gloves while gardening does not make the garden cleaner, it only makes the gloves dirty.'  She used it as an example of how those of us devoted to righteousness and honor were more likely to be sullied by the outside world than we were to have a redemptive effect on those we were around.

"I knew, even at that age, that it was a biased and inaccurate metaphor.  I am not a pair of gloves, and those around me are not dirt.  We are humans..."  

He then stops and looks embarrassed, "Errr, welll, not human, but um, forgive me.... language is insufficient.... I mean... we are all people, we all have value as people, whether we have taken holy orders or not, whether we are human or orc or tiefling, or whatever. We all have value, and are capable of doing good or ill.  But how will others know that they have a choice, unless they are shown people who make that choice?  Unless they see an example of someone living a life of good and self-sacrifice and discipline and honor?  We can show them a better way, but only if we let ourselves be around them, and try to have a positive impact on them.

"So I would like to challenge you, don't look at the world as that old abbess who immediately wrote off anyone outside of her cloister, or anyone no deemed as 'pure' or 'worthy' as those of her order.  The world needs us to be in it, and we need to be around them.  Otherwise, we cannot hope to better ourselves, nor can we inspire them to better themselves, either.  And do not let your conscience be so quick to regret joining with others whose heart you cannot see. Take the time, and you will see the important things, not just the lacy flowers or taproot, but the actual result of their actions.  If you have seen the results of this person’s actions, and they are not evil, then there is no reason to assume they are evil.

"After all, 'No good tree bears bad fruit, nor again does a bad tree bear good fruit; for each tree is known by its own fruit. Figs are not gathered from thorns, nor are grapes picked from a bramble bush. The good person out of the good treasure of the heart produces good, and the evil person out of evil treasure produces evil; for it is out of the abundance of the heart that the mouth speaks.' (Luke 6:43–45) "

[striddums]

lancer seems like a very funny “bad guy” so far btw but i just can’t look at his name without in the back of my mind thinking of

him

[isaidnobody]

Tiger's reaction

[wearecleric]

An older teenage Ork enters your temple, seeking atonement for the life their herd made them live. What advice, if any, would you give them?

Brother Andrew looks around him at the temple.  He always loves visiting the old sites; such history and community displaying the continuity of his faith.  A few parishioners greet him.  He is not here enough to remember all of their names, but he has mental notes reminding himself who they are; “Recently Widowed,” “Lost a Child,” “Insincere Dinner Invitation,” “Sickly Farmer.”  He hopes it is not cynical to recognize that while the faces change from year to year and decade to decade, the hearts do not.  Some people come for guidance, others for charity, still others looking for little more than social standing or business contacts.  While the people may change and the surface circumstances may vary, he looks at the ornate depictions around him of stained glass and statues, and he is comforted by their consistency; unchanged since he was a small child.

He notices other attendants whispering to each other and looking pointedly at a corner of the narthex.  He notices that a young ork is standing quietly to himself, while the humans around him give each other raised eye brows and knowing glances.  But Brother Andrew sees no sign of the bloodlust or terror that are supposed to be the hallmark of that people.  He sees no pillager or rampager or render of flesh… he sees only a broken child, looking for comfort in a place whose hallowed rafters have doubtlessly rung with a condemnation of ork-kind.  Brother Andrew is again reminded that the places where he finds comfort don’t always offer comfort to others.

The ork stands before a statue, barely daring to look at it.  Wet eyes attempt to bore a hole straight through the marble floor it seems, and Brother Andrew wonders if the rarity of ork tears would make them a potent addition to some mystic potion.  As the cleric walks beside the ork, the other parishioners seem to hold their breath to listen in.  Brother Andrew looks at the statue before them and asks aloud, “Do you know her name?”

The ork startles at the words, and then waits to see if the cleric adds anything else.  This is not the first time he has been addressed in the temple, but it is the first time the voice was this gentle.  The ork clenches his jaw, reluctant to leave his spot, but knowing that an altercation would only prove how unfit he is to be here.

“Justice,” he finally admits.

“Yes,” says Brother Andrew.  “She’s pretty famous.  You can’t miss her with those scales of hers.  She’s always got them around somewhere.  You know what they’re for?”

“She weighs the deeds of mortals, to see if their good deeds outweigh their evilness.  If not…” 

Brother Andrew interrupts him, “Enough about her.  Did you know she has a sister?”

The ork turns to the cleric for the first time.  He was not expecting a change of subject, nor for the cleric to look so suggestive.  The small audience that was watching him and Brother Andrew would find Justice the perfect topic to point out to an ork, and the penitent knows it.  Justice is why he is here.  Justice is why he is fearful of this place, but Justice is also why he is drawn here.  He knows which way his own scales lean; he knows his own personal history and what Justice demands of him; he remembers the screams and blood and the fury.  And for all those reasons, he knows what Justice demands.

“What’s your name, son?”

“…Adrud.” Nobody in this place had ever asked his name before.

“Well Adrud, let me show you another statue.  If you’ve got a thing for Justice and swords, you’ll probably like this one.  It’s actually one of my favorites.”

Adrud turns hesitantly to follow Brother Andrew.  He knows this is all the precursor to condemnation.  He knows this will eventually lead to a reminder of what the orks have done, of what he has done, and why he deserves the retribution of this congregation.  But by his own actions he has earned that condemnation.  He deserves no less than judgement.  He has condemned himself as much if not more than anyone else.  

As the pair travel across the floor to the transept, Brother Andrew ignores the gasps and whispers as people watch an ork enter the space reserved for the faithful.  Some assume he is escorting the ork out of the temple and are grateful, while others are disappointed he is being so gentle with the brute.  All are relieved when they turn the corner and are out of sight.  

In the eastern transept, Brother Andrew stops and looks at another statue.  Adrud steps alongside him and looks up.

“Like I said, she has a sister. She’s not one of the headliners; few will write songs in her name, and nobody is going to war in her honor.  But Clementia is one of my favorites.”

“Clementia…?”  The ork had never heard the name before.

“Yeah, sometimes it’s translated as ‘Mercy’ or ‘Forgiveness.’  Or ‘Redemption.’  She and Justice are sisters, but sometimes they don’t really get along.  Siblings, eh?“

The young ork looks at the sword and staff held by Justice.  “Where are her scales?”

“Oh yeah, a lot of people miss that at first.  Look under Clementia’s left foot.”  The scales under Clementia’s foot were broken and discarded.  “Now don’t get me wrong, I’m not opposed to Justice.  She definitely has her place.  Without her, we couldn’t have a civilized society.  But the same goes for her sister.  The trick is knowing that, sometimes, the scales aren’t actually helping, and you just have to throw them away.”

“But… but then how… didn’t you say her name was ‘Redemption?’“

“Oh yeah, absolutely.  So how do you achieve redemption if you don’t have a scale?  That’s the trick, isn’t it?  See, actual redemption isn’t about doing enough ‘good’ stuff that it makes up for the ‘bad’ stuff.  The truth is, nobody could ever get ‘redeemed’ that way.  No amount of good deeds will bring a person back to life if they’ve been murdered.  No amount of good deeds will erase a victim’s trauma after being attacked.  I mean sure, if you steal some money you can give that much money back, but violence… violence doesn’t work that way.”

The ork once again turns his face downward as his eyes begin to well up.  “So… there’s no hope.”

“What?!  Of course there’s hope.  They’d toss me out on the street and suspend my preacher’s license if I ran around telling people ‘there’s no hope!’  Of course there’s hope!  And that’s it right there.”  With that he pointed at the broken scales beneath Clementia’s foot.  “The hope is to stop playing with the scales.  The hope is to stop weighing and re-weighing and re-re-weighing your sins, hoping that maybe someday you’ll make up for it.”

The ork’s face looked at Brother Andrew in confusion.  “But… isn’t that a little too… easy?”

Brother Andrew smiled, “Oh absolutely it is.  And it’s the hardest thing you’ll ever do.  See, Justice demands that our sins and guilt be weighed and that punishment is meted out.  And you can live your life in service to Justice, and many do.  But, as the sacred text says, ‘…All they that take the sword shall perish with the sword.‘  Living your life in service of Clementia is nothing like living it in service of Justice. But that is the choice you have to make.

“You have to admit that you can’t do anything to make up for your past misdeeds.  You can’t undo all those terrible things, and you have to admit that you’ve got to stop trying.  To truly be redeemed, you realize that you aren’t the one that tips Justice’s scales.  You must rely on somebody else to take away the scales, break them under foot, and say that you are good enough just as you are.  And then you do good, not to tip some arbitrary scales, but you do good simply out of love.”

Adrud looked at Clementia; the desperate pleading in her face, the gentle but firm touch in her fingers, and the defiant steadfastness of her stance over the scales.  “Does she have devotees?”

“Absolutely.  Come, I’ll introduce you to some of your brothers and sisters.”

[nakeddeparture]

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