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| Shapeless Caren | Apr 5 2006, 02:14 PM Post #106 |
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Ooc: Assuming I am reading what you wrote correctly, (and I could be wrong) you said, "I do believe I think I will keep an eye on 'this cleric of ours' anyone else getting a weird feeling about this?". What did you mean above it? Dru' smiles, and her form seems to shift into the night, she being shadows, and them being her. Then, it stops, as if it never happened. She frowns, and replies "I will too Jack. Clerics... can lie..." |
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| DarkElf | Apr 5 2006, 02:46 PM Post #107 |
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"Not so much that our cleric is lieing, but that Tilles was quite interested in searching him out. It may be nothing, but I just can't get those hairs on the back of my neck from tingling." Jack rubs one hand on his neck, and takes a swig from his flask "Hah" |
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| Aladdar | Apr 13 2006, 05:55 PM Post #108 |
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Tilles wandered through the ruins of his town stopping to offer assistance or a word of comfort as he headed towards the makeshift hospital where he assumed he would find the cleric. He was not disapointed, Rumil stood near the top of the hill bandaging the wounded and offering prayer or healing where he deemed it most necessary. He had nary a moment to rest as the work was more than even two well trained men could handle. "Hello good sir," he began waving towards Rumil. "My name is Jonas Tilles, the constable of Lugard. May I have a moment of your time?" |
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| Didge | Apr 14 2006, 09:52 AM Post #109 |
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Rúmil didn’t bother turning to address the constable as he looked at the broken bodies strewn about him. “I’m quite busy at the moment. These men and women have much more journeying to do and with Fharlanghn’s blessings I’ll allow them to continue that journey.” His voice was a bit harsh at the beginning, but he tapered it back, realizing that this man’s friends, and possibly some of his family may be laying about the wounded and dying. Wiping the sweat that had accumulated from his brow he paused and then turned to the constable and bowed slightly. “Forgive me sir, but your kinsmen need all the help they can receive, I did not mean to offend. I have forgotten my manners in this time of need, and I apologize. My time it would seem is a precious commodity. Well mine and Father Jerald’s,” Rúmil said with a hollow chuckle as he turned to see Father Jerald working tediously with some scraps of clothing to make a temporary bandage for one man’s arm wound that needed serious attention. Father Jerald was soothing the man who seemed to float in and out of consciousness by uttering words of compassion and praises from his god. Looking this man in the eyes he could tell the constable cared for his people, and that he wanted answers. Answers that Rúmil didn’t know, but that he wished he could give the man. He finished working on the wounded woman and tied off the bandages as best as he could and then addressed Jonas, “I want you to know something Jonas, it was Jonas wasn’t it? I want you to understand that I will do whatever I can to help you and your townsfolk. I can’t promise anything more than that, but know that I will find whoever is responsible for this and ensure they never do it again. My own town was attacked long ago, and I fled. I couldn’t fight then, and I hadn’t found the path of Fharlanghn yet, and so I ran. Over the many miles I have journeyed I have learned a great many things. I couldn’t help my townsfolk, but rest assured that I can help your town now. Fharlanghn has placed my travels so that I would come upon your village and could be of assistance and so I am here. So to answer your question before you ask, I will help you Jonas, and I’m fairly certain my friends will also, that is what you were going to ask me, was it not?” |
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| Aladdar | Apr 14 2006, 10:14 AM Post #110 |
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Jonas looked at the priest and saw that he was sincere. A small tear began to well up in his eyes. "Yes.." he stuttered wiping away the tear and attempting to calm himself. It would not be good for the town to see him lose his composure. He had to keep himself strong, for them. "I see that you are hard at work and may very well be for much of the night. If there is anything that we can assist you with, just ask. I will set forth word that we are to help you help us whatever way we can. The night is drawing near and it seems you have much work to complete still. Would you and your party please meet with me at first light. I have given the rest of your party rest in what is left of Father Jeralds temple. I am sure that he can show you the way there once all is done here. My wife will deliver food tonight as she feeds all that she can in the town." He turned to walk away, not quite sure what to say before turning back quickly. "I will be in my office should you need me. Anyone can show you the way." ooc, Didge there's plenty to be helped. Have your character use as many of your healing spells as possible. Fharlangh will shine down upon you tonight and give you maximum hp -1 on all healing spells and you can assume that all healing checks succeed tonight. For the rest of you, I will leave this space for you all to roleplay your character's as you see fit. Should you want to talk to NPC's, gather information, etc... Feel free to roleplay it and I will give your results. Otherwise, let me know and I'll fast forward us to tomorrow. |
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| Aladdar | Apr 18 2006, 02:20 PM Post #111 |
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ooc, ok I'm going to assume that there's no rp that needs to be done, so we're going to fastforward to the next plot point. Rumil worked hard late into the night alongside Father Jerald assisting the sick and injured, praying blessings upon those who had passed on and preparing the dead for burial at a later date. Eventually Father Jerald stopped Rumil. "Thank you for your help sir, we've done all that we can at this point. You'll do no good to us unrested. Get some sleep, Joran can show you to the temple. I need to meet with Master Tilles." A young farmer stood up from helping and showed Rumil through the remains of town towards the temple. Rumil entered to find his companions sleeping already, a small kettle bubbled over a fire in the temple with the smell of wonderful stew emenating out. An elderly woman sat near the fire keeping it warm. "Master Rumil," she began. "Mrs. Tilles at your service here, my husband asked me to prepare this food for your companions and yourself. Please eat, I am going to retire for the night. I am sure my husband will want to speak to you in the morning." With that, she left and Rumil ate until he was full and then fell asleep. ------------------------ The next morning, the party awoke to the sound of hammers and work floating in from outside. It seemed the townsfolk were fairly resilient and were set to get back to their lives. A young guard sauntered into the temple knocking on the door as he entered. "Good sirs, Master Tilles requests your presence at his table this morning. Prepare, I will show you the way." The guard stood to the side and waited for the adventurers to prepare and follow him. |
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| Shapeless Caren | Apr 18 2006, 02:48 PM Post #112 |
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Images flickered through her head, of her past, and what might be her future. Drusilia saw her flames, leaping high into the, and people running, screaming. She was with them, they all were. The view changed, and she was back in the cell. Waiting. A man in white, garbed in Pelor's clothes. to speak. "Pagan, you are evil. You should, by all rights, forever "seek" forgiveness." With a sour look on his face, he continues. "But, these *spits* villagers, think you should be free." He calls for gaurds, and they enter the cell after he unlcoks it, and tie Drusilia up. Then, she wakes. She yawns slowly, and looks around blearily. A repetative sound, perhaps of hammers, echos around her, a comforting, and disturbing at the same time, rythym. Good sirs, Master Tilles requests your presence at his table this morning. Prepare, I will show you the way." a voice said, and she looked around for it. A young guard was speaking. She slowly remebered why she was here, and what had happened. The weight of it settled back onto her soul, weighing her down, making her sad. So many had died, for what? Profit... As once was and shall be again. She looked around for Jack, and smiled when she saw him. He was a nice fellow, and she liked him. Stretching langiously, she grabbed her cast-off clothing, and shimmed into it. Dressed, she grabbed her dagger sheathes, and put one around her chest, ready to be used. The other, she wore like a belt. She could not use it that way, but it would be ready. Smiling somewhat, if still sad, she reached over to Jack to wake him, and had a thought. Drusilia reached out, and stroked Jack's back, saying "Wake up, Jack." |
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| DaveReaves | Apr 26 2006, 10:22 AM Post #113 |
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Thrug had managed to sleep well, not hard for him as sleeping was next to eating and smashing on his list of favorite things to do. Somehow in the night he managed to possition himself backwards, his feet neer the headboard of his bed and the blanket wrapped drapped sloppily over his head and torso. Dispite his passion for rest Thrug was a light sleeper. He had been aware of the work outside even his dreams and awoke the second someone approched the door. At first he didn't think it worth his time to get up and was going to throw his pillow in protest but then relised being invited to the table ment eating free breakfast. He quickly got up and ran his hands through his hair to pull out the tangles and rubbed the gunk off his protruding tooth. "Thrug ready!" he annoucned looking at the guard. |
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| Didge | Apr 26 2006, 02:56 PM Post #114 |
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Rúmil had fallen into a trance almost as soon as he had finished eating. The food was well earned, as he had spent a long day yesterday helping those he could. He had been exhausted after the long day and needed the time to clear his head and help realign his spirit. Meditation was always a way for him to examine his past day’s actions and realize how truly lucky he was to be on the path that Fharlanghn’s had set forth for him. When the morning came, Rúmil was in prayer, speaking quietly as to not wake the others. He had no more than finished with his final morning prayer, “May Fharlanghn guide me, my path be sure, and let my footsteps always be quick to those travelers in need.” when the young guard entered the temple. His sprit replenished of Fharlanghn’s blessings, and knowing that Fharlanghn worked in mysterious ways, Rúmil stood and smiled at the guard, “If you would wait outside young man, we’ll be but a moment.” After the guard left Rúmil then turned to the others and said quietly, “Jonas Tilles and I spoke last night, while I tended the wounded. I expressed my concern about what had occurred here and that I would not leave without determining what or who is responsible for this tragedy. He seemed desperate for help but too prideful to ask so I offered instead. I explained that everyone here might be interested in helping too, but made no promises for you. I’m guessing he’s going to ask this morning if you will help as well. Truth be told, I could use your help, but again I did not want to speak for the group.” With that said, Rúmil grabbed his gear that he had stowed the night before, and gingerly stepped towards the door, and the new day full of adventure that was awaiting him. On one hand he wanted to meet with Jonas to find out more information, but on the other he wanted to check in on the wounded. Surely some wouldn’t survive and that bothered him. He wanted this meeting with the constable to go quickly because he felt his time was better served to stabilize those who needed it. Once he had done everything he could to the most members of the village, he’d gladly begin investigating the cause of all this misery. |
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| Shapeless Caren | Apr 26 2006, 04:00 PM Post #115 |
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Drusilia had already, in her mind agreed to help, so she finsihed dressing and moved out with Rumil. |
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| Aladdar | Apr 27 2006, 06:23 AM Post #116 |
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ooc, I'm going to give this thread till at least tonight before posting the next portion in it in case Dark Elf or Dave want to comment on accepting the quest before you meet with Tilles. |
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| DaveReaves | Apr 27 2006, 06:43 AM Post #117 |
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Opps, wasn't payin attention. Thrug looked at his belly and thought about the people in pain. There had to be a way to help people and eat is fill. "Thrug help," he said, "IF Thrug can eat first." He sniffled holding his gut with both hands. "Thrug wasting away." |
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| DarkElf | Apr 27 2006, 09:51 AM Post #118 |
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"now thats a way to wake up!" Smiling broadly. "Good morning Drusil, sleep well?" Jack gets out of bed, and stretches, working out all of the kinks. "i'll meet you for breakfast Drusil, I have to get dressed" Jack stands patiently wearing just a set of breeches. |
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| Shapeless Caren | Apr 27 2006, 03:23 PM Post #119 |
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"Yes. Dru' replies as she walks out of the room, smiling at Jack. |
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| Aladdar | Apr 28 2006, 09:09 AM Post #120 |
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As the four adventurers exit their makeshift home, the reality of the situation hits home again. The fires have all been extinguished but the smell of smoke still lingers in the air as a few areas still smolder. Many of the townsfolk are proving resilient however as a good number, including women and children, have begun digging through the wreckage or working to build temporary shelter. A few men can be seen in the town cemetery hard at work digging graves and burying the dead. The guard bows slightly as they exit and leads them towards the office where they first met Tilles yesterday. "Thank you for your assistance." the young guard began. "I lost my father and brother in the attack. Our whole town is in ruins, but we will rebuild if only we can survive this threat. If not, we will either die or move." The young guard lowered his head for a moment as a single tear slid down his cheek. "Neither of those is a heartening thought." He raised his head high and wiped the tear from his cheek. But today is a new day, and the sun rose again just as The Creator has always done. We will survive." He remained silent as they rouned a bend and began the small climb up the hill to the office of Master Tilles. The smell of breakfast hit them hard and their stomachs rumbled revealing their true hunger. It smelled of smoked ham and poached eggs. They entered the office to find a makeshift dining area. Behind the table sat Master Tilles and his wife along with Father Jerald. All three rose as the party entered the chamber. Food lay in several bowls in front of them. "I am honored by your presence." Tilles began. "Please sit and eat." Father Jerald chimed in as well. "And Rumil, our town is eternally grateful for the help you offered alone last night. Fharlagne has my eternal gratitude. Many of our townsfolk would not have made it through the night without your help. I do believe that we have stabalized all who we can. They're resilient people, they will overcome this." He sat down and waved at the empty chairs for the party to sit as well. "Sit, eat, we have much to discuss." |
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