A Cleric again

I rubbed my eyes, it was no good, staring at the parchment any longer was going to hurt them . I looked at the marc, it was a bit early but hopefully the company would be good at the Dundees Inn. Gathering my possessions from the library I headed to Dundee via the Milltown temple and entered inside.

The first thing to draw my eye was a good crowd including the recently titled fable-teller and Jezzara with her new ring, usually a good indication of a congenial gathering, secondly someone the Cleric had heard much of but had never actually seen, Shaerih the rogue.

It seemed she had been teasing those gathered so taking a seat I was careful to keep my pack close between my feet, she had something of reputation.. Smiling sweetly she approached and laid her hand as light as a feather on my arm. Unused to being touched I was still in shock before I realized the gathered crowd was staring at he second ring on Shaerihs finger. With a sense of dread I recognized my ring of levity.

Trying my best to remain calm I pointed out how much the rings blinding light would hinder a rogue notoriously fond of the shadows, although she agreed her alternative of selling it would be equally terrible. Trying my best to argue his case without seeming to do so I pointed out Haggie had never offered me so much as a silver piece for it. Shaerih replied perhaps it was because I didn’t have her long lashes, there was one option left, flattery that luckily didn’t backfire, I was rewarded with a smile and a peck on the check.. While I was still blushing Shaerih disappeared into the shadows and had somehow managed to return the ring to my finger.

Thinking that was the end of the evenings excitement normal conversation resumed, Azure gave a me a Brewsky to help me recover. The mood was jolly and the company good but I must have said something careless because I took a drink of ale and nearly fell of my chair. A sensation of pain and wrenching unlike anything I had ever known. People where staring at me and the sky in horror, there I was twisted and screaming.

Picking myself back up I looked around and realized something was very wrong, my old itch whenever someone was hurt was absent, I looked at the those gathered and couldn’t tell who was hurt… most disconcerting after my long years as a cleric. Shivering slightly I had no idea how or why this had happened, I had heard of those visiting the desert temple and changing professions but for it to happen in the Dundee Inn, it seemed I was now a rogue.

It was Jezzara who broke through the shock with a sensible idea, heading quickly next door to the temple I prayed with a desperation. If the gods willed it I would make the most of this change although my heart would remain a cleric. Azure and Jezzara joined me and I later heard Shannara, Ellyana Lilli and others where also praying with me.

Viscountess Miranda appeared, it seemed she had changed me into a rogue after something I said. I would never argue with a goddess, I awaited her judgment as calm as I could manage. Although she was obviously irritated with my trivial mortal concerns she graciously agreed to return me to a cleric so I could continue to serve the gods.

Returning to the HoL after she departed I realized I should see this wondrous place with the freshness of those just returned from the temple. I will remain here and pray for forgiveness for the confusion that led to the change and thanks that after a shower of red sparks I’m a cleric again.