11-10-2014, 10:09 AM
Father Firas declined his head, nodding his full understanding. The smile that accompanied was soft, proud almost. "The Atharim owe the Durante family the honor of initiation. Long has your family defended the innocent from the dark." As to those details not recalled by Nox, the Father waved them away. Records were stored for a reason, and while the details were not as robust as their Old World brethren, they existed as needed. He did not foresee any hindrance to the rites.
He led Nox and Aria away from the main basement level, taking them further underground to yet another sub-basement. The interior was less refined than the one above. The walls were stacked stone and the air was heavy with scents of humidity. "The Regus always performs the rite, otherwise it is not official. He is the guardian of the remnant, the ouroboros. Armande Nicodemus is the current Regus, but when you meet him in these chambers, do not see the man, see the office of thousands of years in our past. See something that has always exited and will always be."
From a cedar-lined chest, Father Firas retrieved a bundle of robes wrapped in raw, silver-threaded silk. He laid them on an altar to undo the tie. Within were the black robes worn by every initiate. "I will leave you to change and meditate. Aria, you may stay with him if you wish. The Regus will descend in due time. As you know, tradition dictates weapons are left behind during the rite."
With that, he left.
He led Nox and Aria away from the main basement level, taking them further underground to yet another sub-basement. The interior was less refined than the one above. The walls were stacked stone and the air was heavy with scents of humidity. "The Regus always performs the rite, otherwise it is not official. He is the guardian of the remnant, the ouroboros. Armande Nicodemus is the current Regus, but when you meet him in these chambers, do not see the man, see the office of thousands of years in our past. See something that has always exited and will always be."
From a cedar-lined chest, Father Firas retrieved a bundle of robes wrapped in raw, silver-threaded silk. He laid them on an altar to undo the tie. Within were the black robes worn by every initiate. "I will leave you to change and meditate. Aria, you may stay with him if you wish. The Regus will descend in due time. As you know, tradition dictates weapons are left behind during the rite."
With that, he left.