Acts of Mercy
Posted by Puffin on 12/20/17
These are dark days, difficult to deal with. And in those times, the Faith is of paramount importance. Archlector Cassandra is doing her best to show her Faith and encourage others with her actions, not just her words. She has started talking to the Templars, learning about them and where they came from. She's sharing meals with them around the hearth, buying drinks at th einns, swapping stories of hope and defiance and bravery. And through that she tries to listen to the needs of the people.
There's a string of good works from this. Templars led by Cassandra herself show up to repair the leaky roof of an orphanage. Mother Cassandra shows with food on a cold night, offering a warm meal and supplies for the month to a family whose mother was just killed in the Gray Forest. A few Templars and Cassandra chop wood for an ancient woodcutter who has sadly outlived his family, and stack it behind his cabin and leave after a blessing and a warm evening of companionship and talk.
The whispers of these good deeds are of the deeds done in the quiet moments. "I didn't know anyone cared." "How did she know?" or "She came and chopped wood herself!" Her personal touch is slowly making her a favorite throughout the Lowers, and even those who have not been to a sermon in a shrine for many years will remove their hats when they see her, or give her a bow, or hold the door open for her - perhaps her congregation is filled with murderers and theives and the poor, but she is certainly making a name for herself.
There's a string of good works from this. Templars led by Cassandra herself show up to repair the leaky roof of an orphanage. Mother Cassandra shows with food on a cold night, offering a warm meal and supplies for the month to a family whose mother was just killed in the Gray Forest. A few Templars and Cassandra chop wood for an ancient woodcutter who has sadly outlived his family, and stack it behind his cabin and leave after a blessing and a warm evening of companionship and talk.
The whispers of these good deeds are of the deeds done in the quiet moments. "I didn't know anyone cared." "How did she know?" or "She came and chopped wood herself!" Her personal touch is slowly making her a favorite throughout the Lowers, and even those who have not been to a sermon in a shrine for many years will remove their hats when they see her, or give her a bow, or hold the door open for her - perhaps her congregation is filled with murderers and theives and the poor, but she is certainly making a name for herself.