A Shrine To Grace {Grace Shrine Prompt}
Your character is tasked with creating their own shrine to Grace, where others can leave offerings; this must be done in a public place, and somehow in secret. Show us what Vulcan thinks of Grace in your response.
Grace Reward Wanted: Random Gold Reward
Vulcan peered out of his front doorway, checking both ways. The coast was clear. Silently, he left his small home, closing his door behind him as slow as he possibly could without making a noise. At night, everything made a sound that sounded as loud as a bugle call. He tiptoed down the street, cautiously stepping around any cobblestone that was loose or cracked. They had the potential to make a noise and he could not risk waking his neighbourhood up. This was to be done in secret and he was not to get caught.
The journey was painfully slow and tedious. His eyes were on stalks, watching every possible nook and cranny that another being could appear from. His ears were constantly twisting, listening out for any noise that wasn't him. Despite the slow progress, however, he finally made it to the town centre. Construction had begun here to rebuild the city after the horrors that had befallen it not so long ago. The dead body of the archmage had been removed but the city still felt eerie. This, thankfully, worked in Vulcan's favour. After the incident, the townsfolk had been told to avoid travel around Faline as much as possible due to the work being undertaken. Those whose homes had been destroyed had been given temporary accommodation but the city was still on alert as they began their road to recovery. The corruption had shaken everybody and, after the destruction, many just wanted to stay at home and hug their families, thankful that they were still alive. He didn't blame them one bit. It was times like this he often thought of his own family. His hard working mother who didn't deserve the fate that befell her. All he wanted to do right now was run back to Mead and give her the biggest, tightest hug but that luxury was long gone. Unfortunately, Vulcan had to plod along the road alone.
Pushing the depressing thoughts out of his head, he finally got to where he wanted to be. His suspicions were right and the effigy that had stood tall and proud on the Feast of Flowering now lay pathetically on the ground. The workers had focused mostly on the buildings and the set-up for the finale was still standing, if not slightly charred from a certain fire mage's powers that day. Whoops. Thankfully, the effigy hadn't burned completely. After Vulcan's meddling with the fire, the stage had taken the brute of the inferno, leaving the bottom half of the effigy to remain untouched. He gathered together some untouched twine and a small bundle of sticks. Racing against the darkness, he bound the sticks together using the twine. His skills were unrefined but he made it work. With the final flourishes, he stood back to look at his little masterpiece. It was crude and a little messy but Vulcan was proud of it. For his first attempt at creating a shrine for Grace, it wasn't bad. Carefully, he raised it up and moved it to the centre of the square and placed it neatly down on the cobblestones. Beside the stage was a small daisy and Vulcan hurried over and grasped it between his teeth. He placed the dainty little flower at the base of his shrine as the first offering to Grace.
And with one last smile, Vulcan disappeared back down the street, carefully picking his way back home to ensure he didn't disturb the neighbours again.
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