We’ve been visiting fathers today

Port Kar
She was on her hospital ship tending to the men that she had brought to it from yesterday. The injuries were being treated, and the dressings changed. No one was getting a fever which is likely caused by infection so she was staying ahead of the situation.

Tucking some hair behind her ears, she moved herself to the the wash station and began to wash her hands for the tenth time today, they were getting a little sore themselves but she would use some cream to soften them before the day is done. Speaking with one of her crew she makes it so the men that were able to walk and take care of themselves be taken back to the docks and have them go on their merry way. There wasn't a need to keep some of those still here longer than they needed to be. Yes the treatment was good, the food was great and to be waited on hand and foot, well, this wasn't a resort but she understood that some of what they were getting was a care they never had before.

She took the scroll board and she checked off those that could go, but there were still a few that needed to stay another day or two.

Secure in both his purpose and his right to be here, he dragged the vampire through the High Kirk towards the chancel. Bending, he lifted the creature’s body and laid it across the communion table.

The hawthorn stake had kept the vampire in a deathlike state throughout its journey here, but he gave a slow twist, wrenching the wood free. As he did, the creature immediately woke from its corpse-like trance, spitting curses and invectives, only to find itself held down fast by his own preternatural strength.

With a hiss of anger, Gideon raised his fist and brought it down, against the already-broken nose of the prone vampire, the pain of that second blow enough to silence the leech for the moment.

He found his voice again, letting the fire of righteous fury heat his words as they echoed along the stone corridors within the kirk. “You stand condemned for the drinking of blood against the commandments of God and by the laws of man for the murder of innocents. We render Caesar’s things to Caesar but God’s things to God – True Judgement belongs to Him, so to Him your soul will now be sent. Speak your final words.”

having a good sunday?

Hello my friend

No, not Monday. The song. I've no idea when I first heard it, but since that time, I've hated, loathed and despised the song. I cannot stand it!

With that being said, this young woman on Britain's Got Talent sang the most amazing version I've ever heard. I still don't like the song, but this blew me away!

https://youtu.be/pjyy4tYZFDc?si=r-Zjm0pHua5UXo82

Ya gotta share

**In a small cove and on a beach, just south of the Port of Kamras**

Finishing cleanning the salt water off , so I don't get all grimy later on the trail, I look over at you.. I can see you're getting skinny and haven't been eating enough , or like my slave told me , you just keep forcing yourself to puke it back up..

I look alittle annoyed , but I toss a chunk of soap in a bucket with fresh water and then walk to the serving tent, grabbing a bota of slightly salted water and a small pouch of tabuk jerky ..

Walking up to where I have you chained to the iron spike on that big flat rock, I set the bucket near you and toss the food and water infront of you..

"Clean up Woman, we will be leaving soo9n and I don't want the stench of you to scare off all the natives that we may pass"

..I haven't quite decided what to do with you , even though it's been another Hand since Korat.. I've allowed you to keep the gown , though several of the Raiders have thought of stripping you down because I haven't really said not to .. But those few attempts or thoughts were quickly quelled by Mandha, who has kept an eye on you this whole time .. I have sent him on patrol a few times , but he's always returned near you and watched , waited ..

I look down at you now , expecting more quips and fowl attitude, but this is the first kindness of words I've given you since letting you out of the barrel..

Your next words clearly will determine how things go from here on out for you..

hello cutie

It is lovely to be here. Louisiana-bound...

peeks in

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i amsorry Ms but i must go

Mom?

Stepmom?

I know Ms Kitara knows what’s best for us

St Giles' Cathedral, High Street

He had dragged, or one might charitably say, carried, the torpid form of the staked vampire along the High Street; to any passerby he was just another man chumming home a companion gone insensible with drink – certainly a common enough sight in these environs.

Pushing open the doors to the cathedral, he paused inside to exhale a slow breath. His faith was one of the Old Tradition, born in the days when men literally fought and killed to secure their place in heaven. He was less certain about that part these days, and far less trustful of organised religion in general, though his Faith was a living, breathing thing – even if it was a faith driven by belief in his mission.

He had stopped asking himself what the source of that mission was, it was the work which mattered now.

Hefting the creature under his arm, he dragged it into the chaos of the kirk. The building was only slightly younger than he was, built around the year 1124, and had formed into four distinct kirks under one high roof, with stone walls built inside to separate the churches. The restoration work currently underway, the second part of some fifty years of previous work, sought to restore the building to one unified High Kirk.

Services continued as best they could, and he had come to... an understanding with the ministers and presbyters. For men with such staunch faith, it took little convincing from him that the myriad evils which beset the world were as real as the God they believed in.

I know your rules

I respect all rules

i am sure You know my rules for now. Not sure when or if they will change Ms

Thank you voda

Enjoying your attention

i can see why Ms they are beautiful