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Post by snipeking on Apr 8, 2007 13:23:32 GMT -5
[*hisses at the cold weather and continues to hug his heater like a scared little child.* I hate cold weather, especially cold wet weather. It always leads to someone in my house getting sick and the illness spreading like the Black Death did in Europe.]
After the last goblin fell to the ground, Brom got up. His joints popped and protested such swift actions as had happened just now. He thought for only a moment that he was getting too old for this, but the thought passed quickly. As long as his god called him out of the temples, he would continue without hesitation. As he dusted himself off he looked around himself. Five dead goblins, an empty tankard and several arrows. He looked first to the man with his staff and then to the man with his bow further away. His face became serious as he said "you have my thanks, gentlemen. It appears these goblins were targeting clerics, or perhaps me." His copper pendant caught the last rays of sunlight, making it shine as though it were ablaze. "May the immortal eyes of the Watcher look down upon your lives." Articullis then turned back to the goblins considered how best to handle the situation at hand.
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Post by maden on Apr 8, 2007 13:41:39 GMT -5
Schiarire put his bow aside and shook his head slowly in the direction of the cleric. "No thanks necessary. I was just doing my job. However..." He paused and moved closer to where the goblins were killed. "I figured a cleric would know better to travel without better equipment. That is unless you knew this type of situation would occur....anyway its best we bury these bodies. I doubt no one wants to smell the stench of rotten goblin." Schiarire's face returned back to its original blank expression and began dragging the bodies of the dead goblins away from the tavern.
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Post by snipeking on Apr 8, 2007 14:17:28 GMT -5
Well, this was going far better than he had hoped for. He took one of the smaller goblins and began dragging the body alongside the young man. "Actually, we should burn them. Goblins honor their fallen warriors by building a funeral pyre. They believe that the flames direct their spirits on the path to the spirit lands." After a moment's silence, Brom looked over to the young man. "I could use your assistance, if you aren't pressed for time. I need to reach Lord Kelven, and I have made an oath that my spirit would stand before my god without the blood of another on it's hands. I thought I would make it safely to where I needed to go, but it appears that my thinking was wrong. I can pay you for your time, five gold coins for your troubles, and if you become injured, both my god and I are healers."
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Post by Riko Rain on Apr 8, 2007 14:38:52 GMT -5
[Ahahahah Black Plague. I like it cus its easier to fall asleep with a warm thick blanket in a cold room ratehr than a thin blacket in a hot room. Im kinda shitty from typing an essay, but Ill attempt to follow along with at least a decent post ><]
Sev motioned to some of the people nearby, muttering and promising free drinks with the knowledge they would soon forget about it. No need in having impared people wonder why the cleric was being attacked, questioning it more, then deciding to either do something similar to the goblins attack or leave it be.
"Eoo.." Sev moaned as he thrust the end of his staff under the armory clothes of a goblin, hefted it up with much trouble, to drag it off after the other two. He didnt even want to touch them. He always hated the stench, always did, it clung to everything it could soak into.. which is why he preferred to use the hard metal and beads of his staff rather than his hands where his sleeves were far too long.
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Post by maden on Apr 8, 2007 14:54:05 GMT -5
"Hmmm...someone doesn't like the smell of dead goblins." Schiarire was in one of his crude moods not caring if he was heard or not by the mage looking fellow. He made a small pile and contemplated how he was going to find the fire to burn these creatures while also pondering about the offer the cleric made to him. "What you speak is true. How far is this place you speak of?" he asked while in the midst of finding a fire.
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Post by Riko Rain on Apr 8, 2007 15:03:26 GMT -5
Sev gave a seconds worth of a nasty look at the muscled man then left it be. One comment wasnt goign to ruin his day, especially since it was more stating fact. He let 'his' goblin off his staff in their now depicted mound. "What were you to do with these?" he asked. He hadnt heard when he was off moving men away. Burying, burning- he hoped none of them wanted to magically poof them out of the world, or think he knew how to, because he didnt, and wouldnt even if he did. Who knew where they went when a spell like that worked or went wrong.
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Post by snipeking on Apr 8, 2007 15:35:11 GMT -5
"Only a five days travel. A day to the lord's forest, three days to pass through, and another day to reach his keep." He talked as he began clearing the area around the bodies. He tossed the grass that he removed at the base of the bodies. That accomplished, he dug around in his satchel for a moment and removed a vial of liquid sealed with a wax stopper. He motioned everyone back and then pitched the vial as hard as he could at the bodies. the vial shattered and immediately the bodies caught fire. The stench was overwhelmingly foul. Brom made a sign in the air to ward off evil and then knelt down to pray.
"Oh great and patient Watcher, as this fire purifies the bodies of the dead, your humble servant petitions thee to show their meager souls to the land beyond this land. Your humble servant frees them of any bond of guilt they may have held to them by me for their actions. As in many times before they were servants to a greater will than their own; either knowingly as your humble servant to thee, or unknowingly as the fish is to thine sister, Araga, goddess of the Seas." The cleric's voice was loud but gentle. His words carried no hint of inner-conflict with what he truly felt. This old man could have died to these creatures and he would have carried no ire toward them to his grave. As he finished his prayer, he closed his eyes and turned away, rising to dust off his robes.
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Post by maden on Apr 8, 2007 16:09:37 GMT -5
"Five days you say?" Schiarire took another moment to ponder about this while watching the spectacle that was before him. The cleric, from what he could gather, was heavy in the religious department as were most of the clerics in the area....something Schiarire lacked severely. His admiration was enough to show that he had, to a degree, some interest in the gods and such. The closest thing Schiarire had to any religious beliefs were his often talks with the 'gods' whenever he was alone.
"I suppose...I have no place else to be. I will assist you if need be cleric. The names Schiarire Valevole, mercenary for hire." He said removing the blank stare with a more polite manner. In the meantime Schiarire put the bow he used on to his back and stood patently.
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Post by snipeking on Apr 8, 2007 16:23:17 GMT -5
After dusting his robes off, offered his hand to him. "Well met, I am Father Articullis Brom." His smile came naturally. Brom was already working out how to write today's events when it occurred to him that the day was at an end. "We'll have to ask a local farmer for lodging. I'm afraid they don't have an inn for another 4 days of travel, unless my order's maps are inaccurate." He chuckled at that.
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Post by maden on Apr 8, 2007 16:50:32 GMT -5
"Hey cupcake. Yeah you guy who hates goblins smell or whatever the reason was." Schiarire had forgotten about the fellow he taunted earlier in the midst of all the praying the Father was doing. He felt it 'appropriate' to give him his thanks. "Thanks for the assistance. I didn't need it but still nonetheless I appreciate it. The Father probably would've been dinner if you hadn't distracted them." He slowly studied the mages figure and the unique staff he was carrying around with him. There was something about the mage he couldn't quite put his finger around. Perhaps it was the fact that, during the battle, the mage choose to attack rather then to use any kind of spell. Puzzling to Schiarire it was but he quickly tossed aside the notion.
[Haha hope this works]
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Post by Riko Rain on Apr 8, 2007 17:59:17 GMT -5
"Uh, your welcome?" He was a bit perturbed (sp?), btu he shrugged nonethe less. He was wiping his staff with what used to be a white cloth, now dirty from stuff wiped off his staff previously. "And I dont liek them simply because I dont like them. Goblins I mean. So therefore I dont liek the smell, looks, actions- stupid creatures really." He sighed as he finished.
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Post by maden on Apr 8, 2007 18:09:58 GMT -5
"You get used to the smell after you've killed enough of them. Anyway you got a name cupcake? So I could possibly stop calling you cupcake?" Schiarire's attempts at laughing failed miserably as he let out a rather large bundle of laughter. He couldn't help but not laugh at the way the mage used his staff instead of just carrying it himself. Schiarire had seen enough of the goblin kind, and even befriended one earlier in his time, to know how they work.
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Post by Riko Rain on Apr 8, 2007 18:14:36 GMT -5
"Sev. Yes, please, call me Sev, rather than cupcake.. Its almost annoying in a sense, but I can see why you would use tha-- what is SO funny?" He bobbled his staff slightly from side to side the end stuck in the ground, almost in a boring manner. He wasnt annoyed or angry, but the fact that someone was laughing and he didnt knwo why gave him the sense to chase after the reason.
[Bwaaaa were just goign along.. I feel bad though]
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Post by maden on Apr 8, 2007 18:22:51 GMT -5
"No reason at all Cup-I mean Sev." he said catching himself. "Schiarire's the name by the way. Butcher it in anyway possible if you wish I don't care. As long as you don't COMPLETELY tarnish my name anyway." He made sure to close his mouth so another burst of laughter didn't reach Sev's hears. The last thing Schiarire wanted was the mage to start asking questions.
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Post by Riko Rain on Apr 8, 2007 18:45:55 GMT -5
"Ch.. ruh ra... Jeez I shall just have to call you Ray. What language is you name anyway?" Sev knew there were many languages. He didnt even bother to try to learn them all. He just monitored himself in common enlgish and magic speech, few elvin words, and that was it. "Besides that-- Ok now you must tell me what is so funny"
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