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Post by delkar on Mar 16, 2006 21:30:29 GMT -5
"I have no objections..."
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Post by The Ascendant on Mar 16, 2006 21:33:55 GMT -5
Arik looked around, glad to have let Alis speak for him. When it came to inspiring and motivating men, he knew his skills were almost unmatched, but when it came to reassuring others and softening men's hearts, he knew she was more apt.
"As for the Wolves, I know my Brother's would honor this fallen man. Let us seek out this uncle and see what we can do to further our families wishes."
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Post by DarkAffair on Mar 16, 2006 21:48:18 GMT -5
"Aye!! We'll have a proper assembly this eve. One that will be heard over dell and hill and Tanda will know what might warrior will be joining them soon.” Throwing himself off out of the chair, "Come boys! Tonight we Feast!"
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Post by jamondashwood on Mar 17, 2006 9:26:21 GMT -5
Jervis was silent during the meeting. He had studdied death, embraced it, but until now he had never really been effected by it. Kessen was not his closest friend, but he was everything these men said of him. Honest, brave and true. It could have been any one of them killed by those beasts. Had he more power he might have been able to control them, but he fell short. Even though the little mage had claimed the death blow on three of the ghouls he still felt as if he had not done enough.
Hannah's innturption brought a smile to his face, as did the fact she carried the doll he had given her. He smiled in her direction but did not return the wave as he was in a meeting 'of adults'.
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Post by DM Cyphus on Mar 17, 2006 9:51:55 GMT -5
The men parted ways after Jonathan dismissed them and went about their activities. As Jervis exited the room, he could see young Hannah Preten waving for him to come down toward her room on the other end of the hallway. "It seems you have an adoring admirer, Master Gnome," Alis said with a smile, "You should go and speak with her for a spell. Children can often be uplifting for the spirits."
With that, Alis slipped her arm through Arik's and led him down the hallway heading the other direction. Shernof slipped off to find Kesson's uncle with a promise to return before he paid any visits to the Elf. Thorgar went about seeing to his cousins.
***
Alis led Arik through a few corridors and, once alone, pressed him up against a wall and kissed him lightly. Then she embraced him. At this moment she seemed altogether more vulnerable than she'd led on earlier. "Are you okay, Arik?"
It seemed that a death, though it was the death of an individual they had never met, was still a death. And death had a funny way of making everyone feel a little more vulnerable when they lived lives such as theirs.
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Thorgar walked outside and found most of the Wolves unloading cargo. When Gorom saw his uncle, he walked over to greet him. "Hello, uncle," he said nodding his head to the older Dwarf, "We need to ask Arik what he wishes to do with the goods the men uncovered beneath Featherale. A mighty fine haul. They'll be apt to make a pretty bit of coin, though I doubt it'll make up for their loss." He paused a moment before asking, "Do you think I was out of place to offer to dine with them as I did? Perhaps they wish to part ways from us and mourn in their own ways?"
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Jervis Dench walked into Hannah Preten's room and was greeted with a high pitched squeal. "Mr. Dench! You're back! How was your adventure, sir? My mother says you are a hero. She's been telling everybody we know about how you and your friends are all heroes and that you're our friends too! Isn't that great?" It seemed the girl could have kept going forever, but she decided to stop and wait for a response instead.
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As the others departed and Serol and Jack waited for the return of Shernof and the others that would go with them to Kesson's uncle's place, Jonathan approached the two men. "Be careful in your travels, but also here in Lethtar. My wife has decided to preach to the high heavens about the champions of the Preten family. Already you've acquired a reputation without even being here, unfortunately. It was not my intention, but my wife believes it will be good for the way the commoners view the Pretens. Heroes make people happy, she says. Not only do you rescue little girls and brave noblemen, but you are also responsible for eradicating a large Goblin force at the Featherale Ruins," he said in a sarcastic tone, "The truth may never be told about your latest adventure. And undoubtedly your friend will become a martyr to whatever cause seems most appropriate...whether by the preachings of my wife or simple rumors I cannot say. Watch your backs though...not all people will be impressed by your hero-status...there are those that would hurt you to hurt us. Just a word of caution...and an apology for the attention if it is unwanted."
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Post by delkar on Mar 17, 2006 10:20:51 GMT -5
((I assume over the course of the last day or so I've been healed to full?))
"The world quickly forgets about their heroes...but perhaps may Kesson remain in their hearts longer then the rest of us for what he has done."
((Unless anything else comes up I'm fine if we advance to the party or whatnot))
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Post by jamondashwood on Mar 17, 2006 10:21:20 GMT -5
Jervis smiled at little Hannah, he doubted anyone had ever been so happy to see him in all his life. That fact alone caused the young girl to be very dear to his heart. He listened to her go on about all the things she must have stored up in his absence with a fixed smile upon his face and a twinkle in his eye.
When she spoke of heros he wondered if her father had told her what the two of them had discussed earlier. He wondered if she knew she would soon start her own schooling. For the moment, Jervis decided it better to leave the subject alone until he could confirm with Johnathan or she brought it up.
When she stopped he smiled and simply said, "We don't know if we're a hero, Hannah. " He smiled at her and said, "You were just as brave as us on our first adventure." He let discussions of heros and adventures float by nodding his head as she spoke. It was good to see the young lady again he had hoped to steal a few moments of his time to visit with her.
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Post by DarkAffair on Mar 17, 2006 10:38:46 GMT -5
"Nay lad, dunna overburden yourself with these silly notions. While your outburst may have been wee… ill timed, the man must be celebrated as is our custom and tonight we will dring to him. Gorom…. Ner forget in your travels, who you are and where you come from. Ere you go people may accept us or they may not... but we will always be dwarves. Ner forget!" patted the youngster in his back.
Now eyeing the loot, “Aye a fine collection indeed. I’ll offer the Clans services when time is more appropriate. Sides there are some Historical items here that I’m thinkin needs to be returned to the earth.”
“Now, you and yur cousin finish up here. I’ll go hitch the mule.” Smiling Broadly, “We have some spirits to procure.”
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Post by DM Cyphus on Mar 17, 2006 11:10:43 GMT -5
Jonathan nods, "Well...he deserves it. I will be off to tend to some other matters and get shipments headed to Sundrah with word about the roads and the redrawing of the maps right away. Feel free to use my offices until you leave. I will be away for the rest of the day I fear." *** Hannah did go on...for nearly fifteen minutes about her (nonmagical) schooling and all of the people she interacted with and played with throughout the day. When Jervis had called her brave she merely blushed. She was obviously smitten with the Gnome. But when he finished looking she had a curious look on her face. "Sometimes you talk funny," she explained and then shrugged. She continued to talk until she was interrupted by a summons from one of her mother's servants. She bid the Gnome farewell and hugged his neck, bending down to do so. Then she ran out the door, all the while waving at the Gnome. *** Gorom nodded his head and looked to accept his uncle's answers and advice. "Aye, the tapestry especially. Looks ta me like a Clan Sigil. Not one I've been seein' before, but probably one that somebody knows aboot. Seems to be a Sigil on some of the armor we've looked at too. Crafted for Dwarves too. They'd need a smithy to refit a lot of it before the Humans could be a wearin' it anytime soon. But they could probly fetch a fancy bag of coin back in Stagart." The use of the Dwarven city's proper name caught Thorgar a bit off guard. Most Dwarves only referred to it as "The City" in the outside world. Few Humans cared to learn the proper name of the Dwarven hometown, and merely referred to it as "the Dwarven City" or being "South of Illul." It wasn't a secret, as many other Dwarven specifics were...but still an oddity. Perhaps someday that would change...though it was unlikely to happen anytime soon. Gorom went back to work unloading the appropriate cargo but leaving the remaining goods from the Ruins loaded until they were directed by Arik about what to do with them. *** (((Thorgar, I'm making an assumption here. lol Hope it's okay. ))) Shernof returned a few hours later. Thorgar had just returned with a good load of ale and other alcoholic beverages. Some in bottles but most in large casks. Wherever they dined tonight, the liquor would be plentiful. Shernof, spotting Thorgar, made his way to him. "Lord Ironstar, I have located Kesson's uncle. I'm going to fetch the others first, but if you'd like to join me, you may." Shernof nodded to the Dwarf's response and then quickly went about locating the others. He requested that Arik leave men about to guard the remaining cargo until something could be done about it, as well as Kesson's body. When he'd found all who were interested in making the trip, he led them to Kesson's uncle. It was chilly out, though not cold enough to create snow should it begin to rain. It had been a few years since the weather had been cold enough for snow to fall anywhere but in the mountains. Clouds blocked the sun's light and gave the whole area a gloomy feel. The men knocked on the door to the modest shack and waited for the response. An old Elf appeared in the doorway. It was hard to guess at how old the man was for the others who were unfamiliar with the aging process for Elves. But it was easy to imagine that this man had a few centuries under his belt. Kesson, after all, had lived for over a century and was working on his second. His uncle was a warrior, no doubt. He had that look about him. His face was hardened with time the way a warrior's face was. His hands looked calloused from the wielding of weapons over hundreds of years, harder than any human hands would ever have the opportunity to become. "Yes, may I help you gentleman?" (((BTW...two matters: 1. Jervis, I need a Fort save! 2. If there's anything you wanted to do that would only take a few hours, lemme know. You can sneak it in before this. 3. What happened to the pup? lol)))
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Post by DarkAffair on Mar 17, 2006 11:31:54 GMT -5
[[Great dane adobo anyone?]]
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Post by DM Cyphus on Mar 17, 2006 11:35:12 GMT -5
(((ROFL...In some cultures it's a delicacy.)))
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Post by DarkAffair on Mar 17, 2006 11:37:45 GMT -5
[[hahahah sadly I know this all too well.......Damn my godless heathen cousins!!!]]
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Post by delkar on Mar 17, 2006 11:38:14 GMT -5
((The dog would of been resting along with anything else. Arelian won't mind keeping track of it for a little while. Aside from that Arelian would take an hour or so to get cleaned up and find a decent pair of clothes to wear for the upcoming party.))
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Post by DarkAffair on Mar 17, 2006 11:42:28 GMT -5
[[Damn I was hoping for BBQ]]
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Post by The Ascendant on Mar 17, 2006 11:43:08 GMT -5
((I would have healed both the dog and Jack with my remaining spells before we left and then certainly before morning))
Arik walked with Alis on his arm out into the courtyard of her family's estate. The Wolves were busy with arrangements for Kesson's wake and for the inevitable journey to the elf's family. The pair paused, startled to see that the pup had not moved from the fallen man's side. Such loyalty, even in death, was an honorable thing which Arik found inspiring. He would take the dog to Kesson's uncle, and if bid to do so, take the dog onto the fallen warrior's family.
Thorgar had left to procure drink, the gnome had slipped off with Hannah, but Arik wanted to talk with the priest and rogue. "Alis, might I take short leave of you that I might speak with the elf's companions?" He knew she wouldnt mind and kissed her forehead.
Now where were the other two men?
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