Warhammer (Cleric)(Nuetral Good)

What to expect: Your faith is challenged and you are pulled away from your church to stand alone against a great evil. How will your beliefs stand this test? Futa, Anal, Young/Old, Romance, Demons, Mystery

This is quite the armory, you think to yourself, but nothing to immediately solve the problem before you. The item that draws your attention is probably one of the more unobtrusive weapoms on display. A hammer of war, held with one hanc, free of any artistic adornments or flourishes from the smith who made it. What draws you to it is twofold; it is the favored weapon of the Goddess Phoenica, Goddess of Life and Love who you faithfully serve, and a pendant to her is tied to the hilt with a simple leather cord. You remove the weapon from the wall and give it a few practice swings in the air. It feels well built and balanced, but looking at the bars, will do nothing to solve that problem. This is going to require an act of faith, you decide.

You sit in the middle of the room, resting on your knees and feet, your prehensile tail curled near your toes. You place the Warhammer in front of you, the hilt poised in the air. You untie the pendant from the weapon and press it between your hands, sitting on your lap. You close your eyes in prayer and meditation. All that you can hear is the fire gently blowing and your own breath. With focus, you try to push even these few things out of your senses; by pushing everything out, you allow Phoenica to come in.

You do feel like you begin to hear something, though it is far from the voice of the benign. You think you begin to hear songbirds in the far distance. People trying to enter a trance have been known to hallucinate, and this could be a trick, you tell yourself. You keep trying, hoping to push even deeper. Rather than the sound of birds disappearing, you hear more sounds; the cheers and shouts of small children at play in the distance. You begin to doubt what you are doing, but your doubt is met with a resounding affirmation. The unmistakable toll of a church bell rings, and your eyes spring open in a start.

Looking around, you find yourself in your home, a small room of the dormitories at The Cathedral of the Lost. You're still naked though, and even more concerning, you had seemingly left your window open. Worse, the tole of the bell means you're late. You get dressed frantically, putting on your simple white vestments, personally made with a hole in the back for your tail to exit freely. As you run out to the courtyard, you find the children you had been hearing. Seeing you, their teacher, they quiet down and start moving towards the small building used as a schoolhouse. On the other side of the courtyard is Archdeacon Doolyn, the patriarch of the church and the person you've known the longest in your whole live, who is giving you an infamous stern look. Nearby, Sister Rosita seems to be staring at you, giving you an entirely other kind of look. You have your obligations, but if the Archdeacon is standing idly looking at you, it's probably not best to make him wait longer than you already have.