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@thegreatwhyte
“The roads are flooded. Looks like you’re stuck with me.”
“It would seem so,” Hady replied with an irritated sigh before she started pacing back and forth along the length of the room. Eventually, however, she found a place to sit down, and leaned forward on her knees and elbows and looked over at Bo.
“What’s your name?” she asked, breaking the silence, “I’m Hedy.”
“It was a compliment. I swear.”
“I understood that,” Alessandra laughed, “You don’t need to explain yourself. And thank you, it’s good to know my work is appreciated.” She smiled at him as she placed a hand on his shoulder, stroking the freshly healed area gently.
“Would that be all, or is there anything else you need me to loo at?”
“Could you help me with this?”
“Of course,” Lazarus replied with a spreading smile. “What do you need me to do?” he asked, thowing his hands out slightly to motion to all the things around them.
“The roads are flooded. Looks like you’re stuck with me.”
“You make it sound like I should be pleased,” Luther mused aloud, definitely not pleased.
“Are you using this?”
Alessandra glanced over to whatever he might be talking about before she shook her head in response. “no, I just finished,” she replied and offered him a warm smile. “You can take it, but please put it back once you are done.”’
Lest We Forget [Lazarus, Asar]
priestofarkay
The names brought a smile to the Redguard’s face. Amar would have hated them, of course, but Asar was always one for a good pun. He stifled a chuckle and then nodded to let Lazarus know he had understood.
“Oh, that’s… somewhat disheartening,” Asar admitted, his smile falling away to a worried frown. That would mean some of the deceased could be raised by necromancers for likely unsavory reasons. But he was not here to go hunting for raisers of the dead. “But I’ve heard faith tends to falter in times of tragedy, often when it’s needed most. I would suppose dealing with the aftermath of the war going on in Skyrim has caused many a priest’s religion to waver…”
Asar quieted for a moment, thinking to himself - about his faith, his travels, his brother who was with the Legion in the very province Asar was visiting for information. He often worried about Amar, but always assured himself that his brother was strong and would continue on. But even the strong would die someday.
“Is there anything else you feel like you should share?” Asar asked, blinking as if suddenly realizing he were awake and turning his head towards the Imperial once more.
Lazarus gave the boy a moment to collect his thoughts, and at his question the Imperial seemed to ponder a bit, tapping his chin. “Actually,” he began, a smile spreading across his face, “there is something I think you should see.”
“All the catacombs in the city are connected, some of them so old most people alive today don’t know about them,” he explained as he got up and motioned for Asar to do the same. “I assume you have noticed the nordic reliefs in some older tombs? There is one here as well, and I think you should see it.”
Lest We Forget [Lazarus, Asar]
priestofarkay
Asar followed along quietly, sitting in rapt attention as the Imperial spoke. He was surprised to hear that Skyrim’s priests would cremate those of the Dunmer. From what he had come to know, tensions were high between Dunmer and Nords, but he was glad rights seemed to be respected in death.
“The namesake of the stores?” Asar repeated, furrowing his brows slightly, though a small grin tugged at the corners of his mouth. “They’ve named their businesses after the cemetery… how interesting. I should make sure to visit there once I can. It is… south of here, yes?”
Allowing a moment of quiet to settle between them, the Redguard pondered over the rest of his questions. Of course, he planned on meeting with every available Caretaker when he could, but he wanted to make sure he covered as much information as he could.
“So, the walled cities have catacombs rather than cemeteries? These Halls are all headed by priests of Arkay, yes? To ensure His Laws are followed correctly?”
The young man’s enthusiasm was beginning to rub off on Lazarus, and a small smile spread across his face and he continued to answer the questions.
“Yes, I believe the inn’s name is Dead Man’s Drink, and the alchemy shop is called Grave Concoctions,” Lazarus added with a short laugh, “Falkreath is just by the border to Cyrodiil, directly south of Whiterun.”
Lazarus cleared his throat and made a face while he nodded slightly, “Yes and no,” he said. “The walled cities have cemeteries as well, the only exception being Markarth,” the Imperial paused briefly to give himself a moment to think. “As far as I know, all the Halls are headed by a priest of Arkay, yes, though whether it is to please Arkay differs from priest to priest. Not all priests are as... religious, as one might expect them to.”
Lest We Forget [Lazarus, Asar]
priestofarkay
“Thank you, Lazarus,” the Redguard said, bowing his head before pausing to collect his rushing thoughts. Asar didn’t want to bombard the man with questions, but there was so much he wasn’t certain of.
“I’ve been told that Skyrim rituals tend to involve embalming before burial or entombment. Is this a province-wide practice? How do graves and cemeteries differ in the various climates?”
Lazarus motioned for Asar to walk with him and found a place for them to sit - and old pew from the temple.
“They do,” he confirmed with a nod as he sat down slightly turned so he was still facing the young man. “ But I’m afraid it’s a bit more complicated than that. The rites performed typically depend on the race of the deceased and the family’s wishes. Say, preparing the body of an Imperial would likely be different from preparing the body of a Dunmer, who are often cremated,” Lazarus explained calmly and paused briefly so Asar would keep up with the conversation.
“How the Hold choose to mark the graves differ more than the rites themselves though, and that depends mostly on the climate.” Lazarus shifted slightly, resting one foot on the opposite knee. “Only the walled cities have catacombs for the dead, and Solitude’s is the largest. The largest cemetery is in Falkreath, and it’s the namesake for many of the stores there.”
Lest We Forget [Lazarus, Asar]
priestofarkay
Redguard’s smile immediately brightened at the confirmation of the man’s ties to the Hall. Perhaps he had stumbled upon some luck and this Imperial would be willing to share information with him.
“It is certainly a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Caine,” he said, taking the man’s offered hand and giving it a firm shake. “My name is Asar Al-Iah. I’m currently traveling Tamriel to learn about the various funeral rites performed by the different cultures of the provinces. If possible, would you mind sharing what knowledge you have on the burial rites here in Skyrim?”
“Please,” he said and held up a dismissive hand,” just call me Lazarus, there is no need for formality here.”
He listened to Asar talk, nodding slightly, and at his question Lazarus offered him a smile. “I’d be happy to share what I can. Is there anything in particular you would like to know?”
“Oh, gods. How long have you been there?” Lazarus
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“Oh!” Asar nearly jumped out of his skin at the sudden voice. He brought a hand instinctively to his chest and offered the man a somewhat relieved smile. “You spooked me. I apologize for not announcing my presence, I wasn’t told anyone would be down here. Do you work at the Hall?”
“I didn’t mean to startle you,” he said apologetically and held up his hands, showing his palms as if to display he didn’t mean him any harm.
“I do,” Lazarus replied with a brief nod, “although, I’m still fairly new here.”
The Imperial shifted his weight, turning slightly to obscure the light from one of the nearby torches. “My name is Lazarus Caine. It’s nice to meet you, though, I wish it was someplace nicer.” he introduced himself and offered the young man his hand.
Liar, Liar
Lazarus is not a dishonest man, but he does have a tendency to tell white lies when it comes to family; not because he is not content with his current coven, or because he didn’t like his birth family, it is simply because he wants to maintain what seems like normalcy when interacting with people he doesn’t know well.
“It’s raining, it’s pouring, the old man is snoring…”
“… He went to bed and bumped his head, And he wouldn’t get up in the morning,” Lazarus finished with a laugh before he lightly shook his head. “It’s been ages since I heard that one,” he told the Breton, “my younger brother would go around singing it every time it rained.”
“May I have one?”
It was not uncommon for Alessandra to hand out food to the people at the Temple, but sometimes it did bring a rather interesting turn-up.
“Uh, sure,” Alessandra said, slightly dumbfounded to see a werewolf, of all things, in the Temple of the Divines. Regardless, she poured some soup in a bowl and handed it to him with a smile. “Here you go, sweetheart,” she said as she handed him a piece of bread as well.
“Where did you get that?”
“This?” Lazarus asked and motioned to the medalion around his neck. “I’ve had it all my life. Was a gift from my mother,” he replied. “When I was little she used to tell me about how it had magical properties, and would keep me safe when I slept… Now it’s th eonly thing I have left that reminds me of her,” he explained with a shrug. Whether the story was true or not, that could be put up for discussion.
“Just take the gift.”
The healer wanted to protest, but ended up electing against it. Instead, she gently took the basket from Tortulja and inspected its contents with a small smile. “Thank you,” she said and offered her a hug, “how did you know I use this brand of soap though?” she asked, clearly intrigued.
“The roads are flooded. Looks like you’re stuck with me.”
“I suppose there are worse fates,” she replied with a slight smirk once she had studied him.
