Thoughts cast on the Gale

[Donnchadh]

*Donnchadh stands in the Temple overlooking the wrecks and the waves crash against the weathered wood. He narrowed his eyes in concentration, almost willing the waves to bash against the wood and shatter it.

He drew his eyes to the temple interior, the two priestesses and the glowing focal of Mist. He closed his eyes and recalled the events of the last few years leading up to this moment. About how he had wandered from land to land, kingdom to kingdom searching for the purpose that drew him. Somehow he'd ended up passing through a town called Hlint to resupply. On his way through the town proper he'd paused to make some inquiries. He smiles a little, the smile reaching up through his weathered face to his eyes. He'd, of all strange places, met a Priestess of Lady Doom and a fellow follower, in the grasses of Hlint.

The blond woman dressed in the colors of Lady Doom had greeted and befriended him. They'd talked of passing things, and of Her. She'd guided him to the nearest Temple where she gave her Tithes. Where he stood now.

Something in this woman drew him. It was more then a fellow of the faith. He opened his eyes and they fell on where she meditating over the sounds of the crashing waves. He nodded to  himself once. He'd found his purpose. To serve Lady Doom through this priestess, if she would have him.*

[Donnchadh]

*Donnchadh stepped off the boat, returning to the Temple island. The sounds of the sea and cradled his mind in familiarity. He looked over the Temple and nodded to the familiar faces.  
  He thought over the days events and chuckled softly. A debate with a stuck up Rofirien slave. He'd barked all over the place trying to seek soft points in the lady priestess and himself trying to rile them into a confrontation. He laughs, recalling the poor lad's nickname for Donnchadh, 'boy'. He was easily twice this lad's age. It still tickled Donnchadh hours after the fact.
  Donnchadh gathered a few items he'd pick up off of some of the creature that had tossed themselves foolishly at his blade. He'd journeyed out with another Misty follower and some of her friends into some caves. He'd murdered the goblins once they attacked him. He'd've been content to leave them alone, but they tossed themselves at him recklessly. He shrugged and put the items into a box and reverently presented them to the temple.
  He sighed a little and smiled to himself. "A little chaos sewn in the great lands abroad."*