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Post by maden on Apr 8, 2007 19:37:05 GMT -5
"You may call me by my last name, Valevole, if its easier for you." Schiarire may have said Sev could say his name however he liked, however he despised anyone completely changing his name. "Laughing?" He said with a slight sarcastic tone. "I did no such thing. And if I did do this laughing you say I did it was nothing of importance."
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Post by Riko Rain on Apr 9, 2007 12:29:28 GMT -5
[Everyone lovin my orange color? I really am.. never really liked orange, but I like this certain shade now..Im doing it short, trying to start some talk with just some junk]
"Pah. Meh, and you are going to what? Follow the poor cleric? Help him? With you like that.. Moi i.." Sev actually took a good look at the cleric, whic he hadnt really done serisouly before now.
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Post by maden on Apr 9, 2007 12:43:48 GMT -5
"With me like what? And what do you care if I help this cleric out? I am a mercenary after all. I take whatever job I'm offered or can find and fulfill it to the best of my abilities. And I'm more then prepared for such a journey..." Schiarire stopped himself before going any further. He had no further reason to continue his sentence and sighed slowly to himself.
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Post by snipeking on Apr 10, 2007 21:56:26 GMT -5
By this time, Brom had pulled out and lit a glass lantern. He also had his book out again and was paying no visible attention to either of them. Interfering was not one of his callings, so their affairs were their own. He, on the other hand, was tired from the day's travel, and knew that the farmers would soon be sleeping off what meager meals they could scrape up this night. "The night is upon us, Schiarire. Bring him along so you can finish your conversation."
Brom placed his book back in his satchel, took up the glass lantern and began to walk back to the road.
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Post by maden on Apr 10, 2007 22:43:29 GMT -5
Schiarire hadn't noticed how much time had passed by. All the fun he was having at bouncing comments back at Sev didn't do much to remind him that he had a client now. "Yes indeed you are correct Father. Sev I suppose you have nothing else better to do as your current talking to a man such as myself. Like the Father said may as well come." Schiarire attempted to give a warm smile at Sev but not too much yet. His trust in people was low so it took longer before he could finally show his 'other side' to them.
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Post by Riko Rain on Apr 10, 2007 22:51:38 GMT -5
[.. I can imagine someone actually saying that Gabe, and it sounds odd. xD If I heard someone say that, Id sooooo make fun of it with the stupid "Hes not your dad" response xD But my guy is nice, but I thought Id just say this xD Color equals Bee Oh sixty four oh oh! Yah! Orange!]
"Yep, everyones right!" He hustled along to join them, scuffling his staff on the ground. He now felt oddly chatty about possibly the dumbest thing that either of them mayhave already known "Ah, there are quite a few little places to get a room for a night, but the tavern's the most expensive. Always the most. It makes me wonder why, but then again, you cant blame them. When someones drunk and needs a room, theyll pay it just because theyre drunk!" He rambled on a bit about it, pausing so often to take more looks as they walked, noticing things he had alreayd noticed from his few days stay here and exploration around town.
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Post by maden on Apr 10, 2007 23:08:44 GMT -5
[Haha I had to get used to hearing it said a lot last semester.]
"You're much more.....talkative than before. I'll have to get used to this." This would be Schiarire's first group effort he had been on in quite some time. His work ethic involved him doing the job solo or having another guy go on ahead and then he catch up. It was a different pace indeed however it wouldn't take him long to adjust to it. "If we have to theres always sleeping outdoors. I know of a few ways it can be done."
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Post by Riko Rain on Apr 11, 2007 11:07:44 GMT -5
[What? From what? Wait,.. you go to church? Ah, I love this song.. KiriKiriMai. very addictive and catchy. Good Good Orange Range. BTW: GODS, Im turning him into a talkative KENDER! NOOO xD Hes human allright]
"I guess you could say it got built up for a while. I havent talked to a person in a while except to order food or negotiate for a nights stay. Also, drunks and little hyper children arent so fun to talk to, as parents either work or are to anti-social and suspiscious of anyone who travels.." He brushed his free hand through his hair and down it, thinking a bit, taking a break form the constant talking he had just done.
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Post by snipeking on Apr 11, 2007 11:58:21 GMT -5
"oh, that won't be neccesary. the town's heroes will be recieved well in any home, though we will likely be sleeping in a hay loft."
They walked about a quarter of a mile before a light could be seen near the road. The glint of light off metal showed in several different places. Brom increased his pace. "I believe we have found our place to stay. Let's not keep them waiting."
It wasn't long before they could see the people around the light. Four young men stood watching them, various farming implements in their hands. "Who goes there?" called the one carrying the lantern. His tenor voice was harsh, like the barking of a dog that was protecting his territory from a bear. There was fear in his voice, and Brom knew just what to do to here. He slowed his pace and his face became gentle like that of a mother who was soothing a frightened child after a nightmare. He spoke softly, but clearly. "Greetings my child, is something the matter?" The four men lowers their makeshift weapons, and the one to the far right spoke. "Are you the cleric we heard about at the tavern?" Brom nodded. "Yes, child, I am. These are the men that saved me." He gestured to Sev and Schiarire. " Is something wrong?" The young men looked at each other and then back to Brom. "It was the goblins, they got 'pa. He fought 'em off, but he's come down with the fever.... You gotta help him, Father!" Brom grimmaced and nodded. He had seen this many times in his life. Goblins smelled so bad because they lived in squaller. They never bathed, never cleaned their weapons, and never seemed to get sick from it. They often carried plague and have destroyed small villages, not with force, but by infecting a few with their filth, and those caring for the wounded would spread the illness unkowingly. "Take me to him, there still may be time."
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Post by Riko Rain on Apr 11, 2007 14:08:33 GMT -5
[Aha, at first I was like "DAMN HE WAS BORED!" but thats all directly moving stuff xD I mean like storyline wise, instead of just filler stuff. As he doesnt really have any place bossing in, I just made him shut up, expose some more info about himself, etc. Hope thats fine]
As Sev followed now he was oddly quiet compared to just before. This was a job in progress, and it wasnt his. He had no calling to be here, so he had no place to say anything, and he didnt. It was Brom's call that had brought them here. Sure he would help all he could, and would do anything that was needed to help, but he wasnt going to jump in and act the boss when it wasn this job! He kept thinking it over and over, reminding himself it was not a happy moment and so he should most likely stray from peppy talk. His solemn kindness came to play and shut him up in rationality.
Sev had been thoguh similar sitaution, and he knew how to act, or how to not act. One dear to him had long since been gone, but before was sick. He knew the pain they must feel, even just with a loved one being sick.
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Post by maden on Apr 11, 2007 15:16:07 GMT -5
[Heh I haven't gone to Church in...uh...12 years? Haha I had to be a prist in a play we did last semester]
Schiarire was put at an awkward position. He had, of course, lost a loved one before however it was in a much different circumstance. He had seen many die before him but there was something different about watching a man in pain with his loved ones. Perhaps it heavily involved the fact that he was, in fact, alone. Nonetheless, Schiarire showed no emotion and followed both Sev and the Father.
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Post by snipeking on Apr 12, 2007 0:20:22 GMT -5
[Gonna skip through some of unimportant stuff, hope you guys don't mind.]
The room was lit only by the fire burning in the stone hearth. It was hot and humid from the water the poor old woman had boiled for cleaning wounds. It was a good attempt, but it had come to late. Articullis noted that the wounds had swelled significantly; a sure sign of infection. The old man's face was flushed with fever. At this rate, he would die on his own in less than a week. Brom smiled gently to the worn and worried old wife as he took one of her hands away from her husband's and gave it a reassuring squeeze. "Go call your children in, ma'am. More caring eyes will bring my god's blessing more fully." She nodded and wiped a tear away from her eye as she stood up and then headed out to gather the 7 children that still lived at home.
The interesting thing about divine power was that while it did not require anything more than a god to wield it, when a god channels power through a mortal servant, faith and passion hold a strong sway over the amount of power that the servant can handle. Sometimes a single person's faith and passion are strong enough that gods can move mountains through them. Sometimes it takes a group of people having faith in the abilities of a servant, or group of servants, to open the pathway between the immortal and the mortal. When Brom had the choice, he always prefered to have help. He knew that the Watcher was willing to heal this man. He had spent time in prayer to confirm this already. He also knew how tired he was. His body was not young anymore. He rummaged through his satchel until he found a small cone of incense, which he lit in the fire and placed on the hearth stones. Soon the room began to smell of sandalwood. A moment later, the children began entering the room. Three girls, four boys, a loving wife and farm. this man had too much to live for still. The old cleric turned to the family as the last child and their mother came in. "Your 'pa is known to the immortal eye. He has seen your love for this man, and wishes to restore his health. Believe with all your hearts, and you will see this miracle tonight." tears streamed down the old woman's face as she leaned heavily upon her oldest son. he wrapped his arm around her shoulder and leaned his head over to touch the top of her head with his cheek. Father Brom walked to the far side of the bed so that the whole family could see what was happening. He gestured with his right hand over the old man's body. He began to chant in a slow rythmic pattern, speaking words of a langauge that no mortal knew completely. He gestured to the forehead and chest, intoning phrases that brought a supernatural calm over the area. The room felt like a temple, suddenly vast, awesome in its call for reverence. Brom could feel the hand of his god guide him through the next steps of the blessing. His hands began to glow white. He placed his hands over the man's heart, then moved his right hand over to his forehead, and his left hand followed up tothe man's eyes. He opened them gently, and the old man gasped, breath coming short for a single moment as the whole of his body glowed white, and then he exhaled. The glow disappeared and Articullis helped the man lay back down. He spoke three last words and then smiled as he felt the guiding presence of his god drifting away. He reached down to the man's hands and clasped them with a smile. He patted them lightly and then unceremoniously dropped to the floor, completely exhausted. He heard the children gasp and several of the boys rush to help him as the last bit of consciousness faded from him.
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Post by Riko Rain on Apr 12, 2007 11:14:14 GMT -5
[Whoo damn good stuff. Ah! Now I know why the word WATCHER made me uneasy at first!!! Its the name of the baddies in Drakengard 1!!! The name of one side fo the war in Drak.2! Ugh, my stomach dont feel so good, so pardon me if my post is really crappy in a way]
Sev had watched in pure blank. He wasnt denying it, nor promoting it, not believeing or unbelieving. He had just watched to see what to decide to believe about it, to promote or deny, and such about it. At first, he had truthfully expected something of a triffle for it- some sort of hard effort to get it, all dramatic, but he was surprised to see how easy Brom had doen it. Sure, it looked hard, like it took effort, and when the cleric collapsed Sev realize dit had taken effort, but it also looked amazing and easy.
Of course, with the group of rushing children that realized they should help, Sev rushed foward to grasp the cleric. He had flung his staff off to the wall, careful not to make so much noise in doing so and made it roll most of the way there in a swift deft movement. Even though he wasnt much strong, and knew even if he managed to ge tthe guy up, he couldnt possibly walk to whereever they were staying with him. "Dont worry, My Lady" he said to the woman, and to the kids as well. "Heh, we'll get him. No need, just go revel." Then, "Hey, Velle- no.. Valevole! Hes paying you, come help! I cant lift him up by myself and here you are a big strong mercenary!"
[holey, 3 pages, hell yah, and i had to backtrack to find ValeVole xD]
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Post by maden on Apr 12, 2007 15:50:12 GMT -5
[Heh I wasn't sure if you would remember that. Valevole lol.]
"Of course you can't lift him...." Schiarire couldn't resist throwing another comment at Sev but nonetheless the Father was paying him after all and he would rather not see anyone else suffer. He relieved Sev of Father Brom and laid him down gently so he wouldn't further injure him. Schiarire would've been the one to help Father Brom if he hadn't been so mesmerized by what he had just seen. Truly the clerics were an interesting bunch filled with plenty of mystique and wonder. "Father Brom will you recover? I um know you will but do you need any supplies is what I'm implying." he said trying not to sound rude or out place with the question.
[Sorry for a short one I tried to sort of get things moving.]
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Post by snipeking on Apr 12, 2007 17:13:47 GMT -5
As Brom lay there, the family gathered around the bed, looking to their beloved patriarch and then to the cleric laying limp in the arms of his young companion. "It's a miracle." The old man said. "For a moment...I saw him in my dream. He was wearing...white." his wife placed a hand on his shoulder. "Pa, you need rest. Fredrick, fetch some water." the youngest boy trotted off.
Brom slept soundly, completely oblivious to what was going on around him. His breathing was slow, measured, and untroubled. Perhaps even now, his closed eyes were seeing greater things and happier times.
The woman shooed her children out of the room so their father could rest. She turned back to Sev and Schiarire and smiled. "He sleeps like a babe. Bring him upstairs, we'll find you all a place to sleep." She motioned for them to follow her.
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