Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-24416658-20151203145629/@comment-24416658-20151229172507

As Rowtag laughed, Nacoma's face was also completely red, Hafleikr chuckling next to her. Standing rock-still for a few seconds, Nacoma shook slightly, brushing herself off and finally taking off her face mask. Rowtag put a hand on Vale's shoulder.

"Please, dear," he said, "No need for such pleasantries now. As a Pilgrim, do not consider me a superior." He let go of Vale and looked at the two.

"The last test," he said, "was Pride, the strongest of the sins. Now, as there two sides to every coin, so too are there two sides to Pride. Pride can build, Pride can destroy. It can push someone to great lengths, but can also bring them down further than nothing. There is nothing that anyone can teach you about Pride. It is up to each and every person to experience it, to see for themselves whether or not it shall aid them peacefully or destroy them." Rowtag chuckled.

"You have no idea how many years it took to fully memorize this." Nacoma stepped up, putting a hand on Rowtag's shoulder.

"Father, you're forgetting about the ceremony." Rowtag coughed.

"Of course," he said, "You will attend the ceremony in about...a week. To get to the Fort, simply meet Nacoma at the address that you will receive in six days. Simple!" He looked at them. "Oh, of course, she didn't tell you her name. Good, that is the protocol. Laura, Vale, this is Nacoma, my adopted daughter and a Minuteman in the Pilgrims." Nacoma smiled, giving a small wave.