[@RickyG85] [center][h1]Lucas Bramworth[/h1][/center] [right]Location: Church Time: Sunday, 6AG [/right] [quote]“Congratulations, Mr. Bramworth. Due to your satisfactory quarterly performance, your success rate, as well as excellent customer feedback, you are selected to be Mapmaker for our next expedition. Please report to Mister Gordon’s office on Monday to receive your next assignment. Signed and Sealed, Matthew Woods”[/quote] “Father, we have gathered here today to listen to your teaching and in worship of your Name. We are thankful for your protection over our loved ones. We are thankful for the meals you have provided us. And the safe shelters you had given us. As your flocks return to their daily lives, I ask you to continue protecting them. Grant them strength to face the hostility of their world with perseverance. Of refuge when danger lurks. And for those who are no longer with us, may their soul returned by your side. In your name we prayed, Amen.” “Amen.” The crowd said, Lucas included. He has never been as devout as his mother, but he knew it brought hers comfort when he accompanied her to the church. Especially days before he left for an expedition. His mother would dress in her best, in white dress made of silk and fur gloves from the era before the fall. And like always, she would nudge him by the elbow, said in a hushed tone for him to follow, before approaching in the one of the priest for blessing of safe passage. “Lucas, come.” Martha said, tapped him on his shoulder before sneakily left on the east side. She walked fast, but stopped and motioned him to get on with it before approaching one of the priests. Lucas tried to do this on his own. This… blessing asking all by himself before. But for some reason, when he did it, his mother asked to do it again. As if double blessing was somehow doubling the protection he would receive. Actually, she was the one that said it. Something along the line of “Ask for a double blessing never hurts no one.” Of course he isn’t so stupid as to not notice that perhaps the reason why she asked him to do it again was for her own reassurance. But still,.... [i]HAIZZZZZZZ[/i] [i]It’s kinda weird that a person of twenty something is still waiting for his mother to open up for him. The “momma’s boy” title is not gonna leave him early. But he isn’t going to fight her about it. It’s kinda futile trying to … [/i] “Hello Lucas.” The priest said, offering him a warm smile as well as a soft pat on the back. His mother, Martha, stood by the side. A polite smile can be seen on her face. “Father.” Lucas nodded in response. He knew the person before him. Well, maybe? He heard that there is supposedly this separation of lives before service and life after entering it? So the person he knew before is supposedly different from the person he is seeing now? But anyway, he knew the priest. Sam Taylor. His parents were Lucas’ middle school teacher. Heck, they were neighbors before Sam had to move for his theology studies. It was only a one hour trek toward the deeper end of the colony… “Well, Miss Martha has come to ask me to give you the blessing of safe travels.” Father Taylor said… “If you can, Father. And Redwood, Father” Sam nodded before taking the Bible from a nearby pew and offered it to him. Automatically, Lucas put his right hand on the book. His head lowered, and words from his mind reverberated with the words that Sam spoke. “All-powerful and ever-living God, when Abraham left his own land and departed from his own people, you kept him safe all through his journey. We asked you to protect Lucas Bramworth, who also are your servants: walk by his side to help him; be his companion and his strength on the road and his refuge in every adversity. Lead him, O Lord, so that he will reach his destination in safety and happily return to our arm. We ask this through Christ our Lord” Sam prayed. “Amen.” He and his mother replied. And then, the rest of the day went on. And the night went on as usual. It wasn’t Lucas' first time being a mapmaker. He did something similar a few times now. Five to be exact. Beside, he has been to Redwood before. But it would be a lie to say if his mind didn’t drift toward the worse outcome. Probably because he chose to keep some informations of the meeting from his parents. He isn't just going to Redwood. He is going to Oregon...And his mind imagined of painful death, of diseases… But the sun always rises. Lucas Bramworth, mapmaker, left Central California Colony Prime at 5 am local time. His mission, as was detailed, would be to travel past the San-Fran ruin and headed toward the border of the old Oregon-California border before turning back. The estimated distance traveled would be around 500 miles, spanning across one month gives or take. Proof of arrival would be any valid dossier from Sacramento Supreme Court, with its office’s seal visible. A map of the border would be desired, however information and paths to any settlements on the roads are also accepted.