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Fumbling at his neck for the holy symbol hanging there Dresden grasped it tightly as he began to pray softly to Trithereon. His mind reeling from the pain and shock of facing this creature the half-elf had difficulty channelling the will of his God. Like trying to catch smoke the divine manifestation kept eluding his grasp. Taking a deep breath and closing his eyes Dresden attempted to clear his mind and ignore the multitude of distractions currently assaulting him. From the pain lancing up his leg to his heart hammering in his chest, even the metallic tang the adrenaline had left in his mouth Dresden dug deep and pushed through all of it. He could feel the wispy tendril which held the mighty power of Trithereon... now if he could only grasp it. Dresden's holy symbol flared briefly as a faint corona of light burst outward from the cleric. When the light faded one could perhaps argue the wound on the half-elf's leg looked better if you squinted really hard. "Well that didn't go as planned." the cleric muttered bitterly as he cursed his failure.
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Dresden made his way over to where the group was converging on the door recently opened by Javek, and he limped with each painful step. Unable to make out the details of what lay beyond the doorway from his current vantage point the cleric instead took solace from the absence of any hostile actions on behalf of those nearest the door. When it appeared they'd finally found a room that failed to contain a threat of some kind the scruffy half-elf sighed with relief. Although he could feel the weakness that had settled into his bones from his repeated attempts to channel the might of Trithereon today, Dresden took a deep breath as he reached for his holy symbol.
It's not like he can ignore me right? The cleric thought apprehensively as he recalled his neutered attempts mere moments before. Closing his eyes Dresden slowed his breathing and thought back to his lessons in Penwick following his promotion to the rank of Cleric. The young half-elf had chosen the Church of Trithereon merely by happenstance. Having found himself fleeing an undesirable life a young Dresden was just glad to have found himself shelter and a purpose, and a job that didn't involve shovelling animal manure was a healthy bonus. Dresden had been promoted to the role of Cleric more as a result of genetics than any real devotion to his deity. After 32 years of service to the church in an administrative role the half-elf had managed to outlive much of the human parish. It's not that Dresden doubted his god, for he'd personally witnessed a great number of miracles performed through powerful clerics during his tenure with the church, it's just that he lacked the devotion he'd witnessed in some other members of the clergy; many of whom who had long since found the grave. You need simply open yourself to Trithereon like a blooming flower. Dresden's eyes rolled as he recalled the dry instructions doled out by Gavyn, the Head Cleric from the cathedral in Verbobonc. He was supposed to be honoured the man had made the journey to preside over his inauguration, but at the time the impetuous young half-elf failed to appreciate the gravity of the situation. Ceremonies were completed without hassle, and it seemed that before the ink had time to dry on his documents Dresden found himself and his family on their pilgrimage to build a new temple. Excited at the prospect to travel and build the foundations for a new church, Dresden was also looking forward to his education from the ranking cleric in their group, Rufus. Those ambitions died with Rufus on the night of the attack. With a shake of his head Dresden banished the swirling memories that threatened to overwhelm him, and instead focused on the now. The cold, damp stones beneath his feet and the firm sensation of his holy symbol pressed into his palm. Like a flower, like a flower... the would be cleric found himself mentally chanting, and wearing a wry grin at the memory of Gavyn's lectures. Floating through a black sea Dresden felt the gossamer strands of Trithereon, yet instead of grasping frantically at the first hint of acceptance the half-elf calmed himself and recalled Gavyn's monotone delivery. "You need simply open yourself to Trithereon like a blooming flower." Inhaling deeply through the nose Dresden recalled an image of the tulips adorning the gardens of City Hall back in Penwick during Spring; the soft petals unfolding gently to embrace the sun. Holding the breath for a moment Dresden savoured the familiar warmth as the power of his god enveloped him. As he exhaled he could feel the nimbus of energy expand around him, far surpassing the power of his prior attempts. Looking down Dresden noticed the raw flesh that had once decorated his leg was now replaced by a fibrous looking scar. Certainly a far cry from the unblemished skin he knew Trithereon was capable of bestowing however it was enough progress to pull this cleric back from the ledge of self-doubt he'd found himself on, if ever so slightly.
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