Yorvalor hears Isabella's voice longingly. He whispers to Keegan's ears. "After we get an audience with Brother Emund's friend, I would like to see if I can speak with Isabella. I will stay close to you for now."
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Kazri - Level 10 Human Paladin (Oath of the Ancients) - The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks Droknin Palemane - Level 4 Leonin Barbarian (Path of the Beast) - Where the Cold Winds Blow... A Lost Mines of Phandelver Story Faelan (Cottontail) Whisperwind - Level 3 Ranger (Fey Wanderer) - Zorg's Lost Souls II
"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
Emund remains outside of the Cathedral, a good number of paces away, as to avoid being recognized. He finds a place to set up shop and watch and wait, taking some time to take in his surroundings and locate potential escape routes if they need to run, vendors that might be of interest, and any religious knights or guards in the area (Perception: 13).
“You cheeky bastard” nudging Yorvalor in the ribs a bit, “Have you ever just told the lady how you feel? Hey how do we address a priest? Do they have titles? Just realized I’ve never been to the church before, well except to collect on bounties.” Keegan chuckles to himself a bit, heading in the direction of brother Curtis, “Hey, does Isabella have a friend?” Whispering to Yorvalor before they get too close.
As they approach Curtis, Keegan dips in to short, awkward bow, “G’day m’lord, er uh, Brother Curtis” Keegan stutters a bit, trying to sound like one of the sailors or dock workers he has heard before. “My name is Keegan, this is me friend, uh, Georgie. We’s had a rough go a life lately, thinks to myself it’s time we’s, I mean me friend and me’self, renews our faith. I was, I mean we was hoping we could get a private audience with you. Ya know, to discuss spirituality, maybe even joining the faith as a convert or becoming a, uh umm, brother of the faith...” stealing a glance back at Yorvalor, hoping his eyes could telepathically say “hope I didn’t mess this up”.
Kazri - Level 10 Human Paladin (Oath of the Ancients) - The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks Droknin Palemane - Level 4 Leonin Barbarian (Path of the Beast) - Where the Cold Winds Blow... A Lost Mines of Phandelver Story Faelan (Cottontail) Whisperwind - Level 3 Ranger (Fey Wanderer) - Zorg's Lost Souls II
"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
Outside, Emund stands around rather nonchalantly. A few patrolling guards here and there. Seeming to be walking a bit in a circle around the block is Ser Ross, a older 'knight.' Bit more of a person who never quite made it to any formal rank but the church kept around. Simple and Kind, but had a killer swing with a club. His usual adornment of a breastplate, followed by a hooded robe gave him away. Two handed heavy bat in his hands which doubled as a walking cane. Not that he needed one. Ser Ross simply saw it as making himself have a greater stature, to be a man with a cane.
Curtis waves off the people that were around him. "Mr. Keegan and Georgie was it?" he begins, a hand offering out for them to sit on some of the pews that were surrounding the center area. "I would certainly be happy to listen to your tale, and discuss what it is you might be troubled with. I do have to ask, if you're not a member of the Faith now, who do you see yourself serving?"
A dangerous question depending on how one answered. Apostates and Heretics could be locked up at a moments notice. Let alone anyone that showed signs of magical abilities.
As the conversation went on, two voices came down in the back.
"My Lady, we are attempting to make your request. But. He's a criminal." "I'm sorry," the female voice chimed in, clearly Isabella. "I don't believe that. I cannot believe such a thing."
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Hearing Isabella's voice is like a siren's call. Yorvalor forgets about the conversation with Curtis, and without a word goes towards Isabella's voice. Still magically disguise as someone similar to Keegan, he is not afraid to me identified. As he gets closer to Isabella, he on purposely stumbles on her, and then passes behind her. (Sleight of Hand: 22) He slips a note into one of her pockets. He bows low and begs for forgiveness with his own voice.
He then goes back and sit next to Keegan. Like nothing had happened. (As far as he is concerned)
Note to Isabella:
Dear Isabella,
It pains me greatly to write this letter to you, for I desire nothing but to be able to hold you in my arms right now my lady. Unfortunately, I have been falsely accused of a crime that I did not commit, and I shall clear my name. Thus, I cannot be seeing with you until then. I would put your life in grave danger and I would never be able to live with myself. Until them, I shall have you in my thoughts at every waking moment.
Kazri - Level 10 Human Paladin (Oath of the Ancients) - The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks Droknin Palemane - Level 4 Leonin Barbarian (Path of the Beast) - Where the Cold Winds Blow... A Lost Mines of Phandelver Story Faelan (Cottontail) Whisperwind - Level 3 Ranger (Fey Wanderer) - Zorg's Lost Souls II
"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
"Pardon me ignorance m'lord," Stumbling over his words, distracted by Yorvalor's sudden movement. Adjusting in his seat a bit, trying not to look as nervous as he feels, "but don't we all serve the Queen and the Faith? We's just been, I mean Georgie and meself, have been feel'n so lost lately. We's are searching for a way to put more order into our lives, ya see." Feeling like this man Curtis can see right through him, Keegan begins sweating. Leaning closer to Curtis, Keegan whispers "Georgie over there, he's uuhhhh, a bit taken with the, uuhhh, ladies of the night, if you catch me meaning m'lord."
Yorvalor, as you head over towards Isabella, you see the other person talking with her. A dark robe, the hood pulled off. Across the chest, a symbol of two crossed swords. One black, one white. You connect eyes for a moment as you pass a bit too close for his liking.
(Did he notice that slip... 8)
Curtis' lips turn into a little bit of a smile. The creases and folds of his weathered face becoming more apparent, especially around his cheeks and eyes. A hand reaches out, touching Keegan's shoulder. A wave of warmth and calm rushes over. There's something serene and peaceful about this man's presence. "I think we all have had moments in our lives that we have chased the flesh." He gives the briefest of winks, almost too fast to catch, before Yorvalor comes over.
The Agent walks over, looking over at Keegan and Yorvalor. His eyes shifting between the two with a bit of a puzzled look before turning to talk with Curtis. "Are these two bothering you? I know we have a busy day coming up soon."
Curtis' face shifts just a bit. His eyes hardening before he looks over to the Agent. "The people and their will always come first. Besides," he makes a small head motion to the wood pile in a corner with a few carpenters. "I believe we're on task." Curtis stands, a simple hand gesture waiving to Keegan and Yorvalor. "Please, gentlemen, come with me. Let us talk." Curtis heads over to a room in the back. From under his robes he shifts, taking out a small key and unlocking the chamber. On his right hand, a small ring catches the light. The symbol of the Faith upon it, and a similar marking just above the door as well.
The office chamber is a disaster. Scrolls and books piled up and pushed into corners. A simple wooden desk in the near middle. A few extra chairs scattered about, most with papers and books on them, along with some coushins tossed on the floor. "Forgive my chambers," he says a bit sheepishly. "Busy life being a man of the cloth. Now please, tell me your woes." Curtis is a bit distracted, looking around to grab specific books and scrolls, moving them more out of sight.
As he surveys the outside, Emund makes a concerted effort to avoid the eye of Ser Ross (Stealth: 14). Specifically, he is looking for people who appear to be destitute or begging for coin, but are with enough of their faculties to be able to eavesdrop on passersby without drawing attention (Perception: 21).
Luckily Ser Ross isn't the most observant of people. Not paying too much attention to you or the others. Out by the main gate, there are a handful of people looking for coin or other scraps. With the Church being right there on the Fishers, plenty of unsavory types wander around. Some forgotten by their boats and trying to find passage. Others down on their luck. Some simply street rats without a home.
In Curtis' private office, Yorvalor bows low and finally addresses the priest in a respectful tone. "We are terribly sorry to trouble you Brother Curtis. We are actually not looking for salvation. We are here for information. You see, we are associates of Brother Emund. Unfortunately, we are in a rush, and you are certainly a very busy man, so we would not want to waste much of your time. Brother Emund needs your help, so I hope that you can help us, and we did not come here in vain." Yorvalor pauses to let Curtis breath, and he continues. "We have heard that the Church is pulling a relic out of your vaults. Are you able to give us any information on it? Please be assured that the information will remain confidential."
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Kazri - Level 10 Human Paladin (Oath of the Ancients) - The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks Droknin Palemane - Level 4 Leonin Barbarian (Path of the Beast) - Where the Cold Winds Blow... A Lost Mines of Phandelver Story Faelan (Cottontail) Whisperwind - Level 3 Ranger (Fey Wanderer) - Zorg's Lost Souls II
"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
There's a long pause from Curtis as he places down a few of the scrolls on his desk. Wrinkled fingers running over them, then over and along the edge of the desk. He keeps his back to Yorvalor and Keegan, a bit of a sigh coming from his lips. "How is Emund? Is he in danger?"
He waits for them to respond before continuing. "You're the guitar player, aren't you? The one who Emund would associate with and Isabella wants to attend. Yes, you have to be." His fingers drum on the table. "It would make sense why you pardoned yourself when you heard her voice." There's a bit of a chuckle as he shakes his head. "Your information is correct. We are pulling a out a relic. Bones and a signet of one of the dead holy chosen. Sources of proof of divinity. I have to ask, why is this of importance to you?"
Outside...
Emund looks around. The children don't look particularly familiar. That being said, the Orchid street urchins didn't wear anything too revealing. Somewhat of a safehouse for them, while also letting them gather coin and gossip. There's a brief moment where one of the children look at you, seeming to waive you over. The red threads around your wrist fluttering loose for but a second as the child waves.
Emund, the kid seems to flash a odd smile and laugh, before ducking behind a bush. As you get closer, you see his clothing stitched together in the most unusual of fashion. Crossed. Up. Down. Like it wasn't build just right. Following just a bit more, the kid can't be seen. Vanishing like a ghost into the bush. But as you glance over something else does catch your eye. A woman wearing a heavy traveler cloak. Four others, also robed, briskly walking towards the Church.
The air seems to leave your lungs as you look at her, face concealed. But the four others around her, underneath their robes are white and green, the usual colors of the Faith. But elements of red peeking through - normally a color associated with the Tower of War. Some kids nearby look over, not having noticed you in the bush. "There's that woman again. The scary one..."
Strange, Emund thinks to himself as he loses sight of the boy. Noticing the colors of the Tower of War, Emund tries to recall what he remembers of them, as they're not of the same Tower as him (History: 7). He emerges from the bush carefully, as not to scare the children and then speaks to them.
"She is a scary one, isn't she? Do you know who she might be?"
Emund, you do know a bit on the "4 Towers" that make up the Faith. Each one is a different interpretation of the divine teachings and lessons of the Iron Queen. Each one focusing slightly on different aspects: Order, War, Knowledge, Forge.
Of all the theological discussions, Order and War tend to be the most opposed. In practice, they are some of the most united. You remember hearing awhile ago that one of the Saints would be visiting. A rank gifted by the Vicar of the Iron Queen. While Curtis is the head of this location, someone of that level would be easy to pull rank.
"No sir," one of the kids chimes up. "She came at night a few days ago"
Yorvalow brings his right hand to his chest, and bows low to Curtis. "Name's Yorvalor Smith, at your services Brother Curtis. Again, we do apologize for taking you away from your duties, but we have good reason to be here."
"Brother Emund is fine, thank you for asking. Well... As fine as someone in hiding can be, that is. As for the relic, it is complicated, but it seems that we are all somehow connected to it. Unfortunately, Brother Emund is not able to come in person to discuss this matter with you, so my Friend here, Keegan, and I volunteered to come instead." Yorvalor shifts his legs to make himself a little more comfortable, for he knows this is going to take a while.
Yorvalor clear his throat slightly. "Brother Emund told us that he received a vision from his deity." He does a sly smile. "Now, how that works, it is beyond your humble's minstrel's comprehension." He then gets serious. "At any rate. In this "vision", he saw that the Tower of War is the area to sow discord amongst the major players. They are pitting gangs to fight each other, and they are also targetting anyone they deem an obstacle to their plans. For reasons that escapes me, we are included in that lot as well, and thus we are on the run... From the Church, mind you. Brother Emund believes that they want to take this relic to themselves, and make them the Tower to reign over the others, and therefore the Church itself."
"This is what we know so far. Now, would you be able to give us more insight into this Relic moving business that seems to be taking place in this very church??"
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Kazri - Level 10 Human Paladin (Oath of the Ancients) - The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks Droknin Palemane - Level 4 Leonin Barbarian (Path of the Beast) - Where the Cold Winds Blow... A Lost Mines of Phandelver Story Faelan (Cottontail) Whisperwind - Level 3 Ranger (Fey Wanderer) - Zorg's Lost Souls II
"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
Curtis shakes his head for a bit. His words shifting a different language. Something more flowery.
"Visions will only ever tell you a half truth, my child." He turns to look over at Yorvalor. "I see that your love, or infatuation, has blinded you. The Relic isn't what they're moving Yorvalor. The relic is simply a sign that the power of one of the saints has returned. To be reborn and brought out." His hand falls on Yorvalor's shoulder. "A Saint from the Tower of War. Reborn in such a kind girl. Reborn in someone so gentle." His eyes lock as he looks at him. "This is for her, my son. The relic is just the method to bring it out."
He releases Yorvalor's shoulder as he begins to walk somewhat past them. "In moments, the Holy Saint of War will be coming. And I'm afraid she will find it simple to look past rouses and disguises." He taps his foot on the ground a bit, as if counting steps from outside. "Tonight the'y will be bringing both the Relic, and the Vessel together. To affirm the return of the power of a Saint. If you all found the far left window open, perhaps you could stop it? Or at least, we can see how all the threads that bind us are intertwined." His fingers move gently towards the door. "I highly advise you do leave now though. And know, I cannot help you," one of the rings slips off of his fingers. Dropping to the floor as he turns his back. "Directly."
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"She looks quite a bit like death too, doesn't she," Emund says to the kids. He reaches into his coin purse and pulls out one silver coin for each of the three and offers it to them.
"If you don't mind the stink and look of her too much, mind keeping an eye on her and her friends some as they come and go?" (Persuasion: 14)
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Yorvalor hears Isabella's voice longingly. He whispers to Keegan's ears. "After we get an audience with Brother Emund's friend, I would like to see if I can speak with Isabella. I will stay close to you for now."
Kazri - Level 10 Human Paladin (Oath of the Ancients) - The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks
Droknin Palemane - Level 4 Leonin Barbarian (Path of the Beast) - Where the Cold Winds Blow... A Lost Mines of Phandelver Story
Faelan (Cottontail) Whisperwind - Level 3 Ranger (Fey Wanderer) - Zorg's Lost Souls II
"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
Emund remains outside of the Cathedral, a good number of paces away, as to avoid being recognized. He finds a place to set up shop and watch and wait, taking some time to take in his surroundings and locate potential escape routes if they need to run, vendors that might be of interest, and any religious knights or guards in the area (Perception: 13).
“You cheeky bastard” nudging Yorvalor in the ribs a bit, “Have you ever just told the lady how you feel? Hey how do we address a priest? Do they have titles? Just realized I’ve never been to the church before, well except to collect on bounties.” Keegan chuckles to himself a bit, heading in the direction of brother Curtis, “Hey, does Isabella have a friend?” Whispering to Yorvalor before they get too close.
As they approach Curtis, Keegan dips in to short, awkward bow, “G’day m’lord, er uh, Brother Curtis” Keegan stutters a bit, trying to sound like one of the sailors or dock workers he has heard before. “My name is Keegan, this is me friend, uh, Georgie. We’s had a rough go a life lately, thinks to myself it’s time we’s, I mean me friend and me’self, renews our faith. I was, I mean we was hoping we could get a private audience with you. Ya know, to discuss spirituality, maybe even joining the faith as a convert or becoming a, uh umm, brother of the faith...” stealing a glance back at Yorvalor, hoping his eyes could telepathically say “hope I didn’t mess this up”.
"You are doing great Friend Keegan."
Kazri - Level 10 Human Paladin (Oath of the Ancients) - The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks
Droknin Palemane - Level 4 Leonin Barbarian (Path of the Beast) - Where the Cold Winds Blow... A Lost Mines of Phandelver Story
Faelan (Cottontail) Whisperwind - Level 3 Ranger (Fey Wanderer) - Zorg's Lost Souls II
"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
Outside, Emund stands around rather nonchalantly. A few patrolling guards here and there. Seeming to be walking a bit in a circle around the block is Ser Ross, a older 'knight.' Bit more of a person who never quite made it to any formal rank but the church kept around. Simple and Kind, but had a killer swing with a club. His usual adornment of a breastplate, followed by a hooded robe gave him away. Two handed heavy bat in his hands which doubled as a walking cane. Not that he needed one. Ser Ross simply saw it as making himself have a greater stature, to be a man with a cane.
Curtis waves off the people that were around him. "Mr. Keegan and Georgie was it?" he begins, a hand offering out for them to sit on some of the pews that were surrounding the center area. "I would certainly be happy to listen to your tale, and discuss what it is you might be troubled with. I do have to ask, if you're not a member of the Faith now, who do you see yourself serving?"
A dangerous question depending on how one answered. Apostates and Heretics could be locked up at a moments notice. Let alone anyone that showed signs of magical abilities.
As the conversation went on, two voices came down in the back.
"My Lady, we are attempting to make your request. But. He's a criminal."
"I'm sorry," the female voice chimed in, clearly Isabella. "I don't believe that. I cannot believe such a thing."
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Hearing Isabella's voice is like a siren's call. Yorvalor forgets about the conversation with Curtis, and without a word goes towards Isabella's voice. Still magically disguise as someone similar to Keegan, he is not afraid to me identified. As he gets closer to Isabella, he on purposely stumbles on her, and then passes behind her. (Sleight of Hand: 22) He slips a note into one of her pockets. He bows low and begs for forgiveness with his own voice.
He then goes back and sit next to Keegan. Like nothing had happened. (As far as he is concerned)
Note to Isabella:
Dear Isabella,
It pains me greatly to write this letter to you, for I desire nothing but to be able to hold you in my arms right now my lady. Unfortunately, I have been falsely accused of a crime that I did not commit, and I shall clear my name. Thus, I cannot be seeing with you until then. I would put your life in grave danger and I would never be able to live with myself. Until them, I shall have you in my thoughts at every waking moment.
Yours Truly,
Y.S.
Kazri - Level 10 Human Paladin (Oath of the Ancients) - The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks
Droknin Palemane - Level 4 Leonin Barbarian (Path of the Beast) - Where the Cold Winds Blow... A Lost Mines of Phandelver Story
Faelan (Cottontail) Whisperwind - Level 3 Ranger (Fey Wanderer) - Zorg's Lost Souls II
"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
"Pardon me ignorance m'lord," Stumbling over his words, distracted by Yorvalor's sudden movement. Adjusting in his seat a bit, trying not to look as nervous as he feels, "but don't we all serve the Queen and the Faith? We's just been, I mean Georgie and meself, have been feel'n so lost lately. We's are searching for a way to put more order into our lives, ya see." Feeling like this man Curtis can see right through him, Keegan begins sweating. Leaning closer to Curtis, Keegan whispers "Georgie over there, he's uuhhhh, a bit taken with the, uuhhh, ladies of the night, if you catch me meaning m'lord."
Yorvalor, as you head over towards Isabella, you see the other person talking with her. A dark robe, the hood pulled off. Across the chest, a symbol of two crossed swords. One black, one white. You connect eyes for a moment as you pass a bit too close for his liking.
(Did he notice that slip... 8)
Curtis' lips turn into a little bit of a smile. The creases and folds of his weathered face becoming more apparent, especially around his cheeks and eyes. A hand reaches out, touching Keegan's shoulder. A wave of warmth and calm rushes over. There's something serene and peaceful about this man's presence. "I think we all have had moments in our lives that we have chased the flesh." He gives the briefest of winks, almost too fast to catch, before Yorvalor comes over.
The Agent walks over, looking over at Keegan and Yorvalor. His eyes shifting between the two with a bit of a puzzled look before turning to talk with Curtis. "Are these two bothering you? I know we have a busy day coming up soon."
Curtis' face shifts just a bit. His eyes hardening before he looks over to the Agent. "The people and their will always come first. Besides," he makes a small head motion to the wood pile in a corner with a few carpenters. "I believe we're on task." Curtis stands, a simple hand gesture waiving to Keegan and Yorvalor. "Please, gentlemen, come with me. Let us talk." Curtis heads over to a room in the back. From under his robes he shifts, taking out a small key and unlocking the chamber. On his right hand, a small ring catches the light. The symbol of the Faith upon it, and a similar marking just above the door as well.
The office chamber is a disaster. Scrolls and books piled up and pushed into corners. A simple wooden desk in the near middle. A few extra chairs scattered about, most with papers and books on them, along with some coushins tossed on the floor. "Forgive my chambers," he says a bit sheepishly. "Busy life being a man of the cloth. Now please, tell me your woes." Curtis is a bit distracted, looking around to grab specific books and scrolls, moving them more out of sight.
DM PbP Series (Completed) : The Blackmire Company, Voyage of the Windhook ,Shanty of Soulripper, The Streets of Dunnour
As he surveys the outside, Emund makes a concerted effort to avoid the eye of Ser Ross (Stealth: 14). Specifically, he is looking for people who appear to be destitute or begging for coin, but are with enough of their faculties to be able to eavesdrop on passersby without drawing attention (Perception: 21).
Emund..
Luckily Ser Ross isn't the most observant of people. Not paying too much attention to you or the others. Out by the main gate, there are a handful of people looking for coin or other scraps. With the Church being right there on the Fishers, plenty of unsavory types wander around. Some forgotten by their boats and trying to find passage. Others down on their luck. Some simply street rats without a home.
DM PbP Series (Completed) : The Blackmire Company, Voyage of the Windhook ,Shanty of Soulripper, The Streets of Dunnour
Emund looks a bit more closely at the street rats, trying to tell if they've got any connection with the kids of the Orchids (Perception: 13).
Kazri - Level 10 Human Paladin (Oath of the Ancients) - The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks
Droknin Palemane - Level 4 Leonin Barbarian (Path of the Beast) - Where the Cold Winds Blow... A Lost Mines of Phandelver Story
Faelan (Cottontail) Whisperwind - Level 3 Ranger (Fey Wanderer) - Zorg's Lost Souls II
"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
There's a long pause from Curtis as he places down a few of the scrolls on his desk. Wrinkled fingers running over them, then over and along the edge of the desk. He keeps his back to Yorvalor and Keegan, a bit of a sigh coming from his lips. "How is Emund? Is he in danger?"
He waits for them to respond before continuing. "You're the guitar player, aren't you? The one who Emund would associate with and Isabella wants to attend. Yes, you have to be." His fingers drum on the table. "It would make sense why you pardoned yourself when you heard her voice." There's a bit of a chuckle as he shakes his head. "Your information is correct. We are pulling a out a relic. Bones and a signet of one of the dead holy chosen. Sources of proof of divinity. I have to ask, why is this of importance to you?"
Outside...
Emund looks around. The children don't look particularly familiar. That being said, the Orchid street urchins didn't wear anything too revealing. Somewhat of a safehouse for them, while also letting them gather coin and gossip. There's a brief moment where one of the children look at you, seeming to waive you over. The red threads around your wrist fluttering loose for but a second as the child waves.
DM PbP Series (Completed) : The Blackmire Company, Voyage of the Windhook ,Shanty of Soulripper, The Streets of Dunnour
Emund approaches the child and kneels down to match their height.
"Hello there, how's the day finding you?"
Emund, the kid seems to flash a odd smile and laugh, before ducking behind a bush. As you get closer, you see his clothing stitched together in the most unusual of fashion. Crossed. Up. Down. Like it wasn't build just right. Following just a bit more, the kid can't be seen. Vanishing like a ghost into the bush. But as you glance over something else does catch your eye. A woman wearing a heavy traveler cloak. Four others, also robed, briskly walking towards the Church.
The air seems to leave your lungs as you look at her, face concealed. But the four others around her, underneath their robes are white and green, the usual colors of the Faith. But elements of red peeking through - normally a color associated with the Tower of War. Some kids nearby look over, not having noticed you in the bush. "There's that woman again. The scary one..."
DM PbP Series (Completed) : The Blackmire Company, Voyage of the Windhook ,Shanty of Soulripper, The Streets of Dunnour
Strange, Emund thinks to himself as he loses sight of the boy. Noticing the colors of the Tower of War, Emund tries to recall what he remembers of them, as they're not of the same Tower as him (History: 7). He emerges from the bush carefully, as not to scare the children and then speaks to them.
"She is a scary one, isn't she? Do you know who she might be?"
Emund, you do know a bit on the "4 Towers" that make up the Faith. Each one is a different interpretation of the divine teachings and lessons of the Iron Queen. Each one focusing slightly on different aspects: Order, War, Knowledge, Forge.
Of all the theological discussions, Order and War tend to be the most opposed. In practice, they are some of the most united. You remember hearing awhile ago that one of the Saints would be visiting. A rank gifted by the Vicar of the Iron Queen. While Curtis is the head of this location, someone of that level would be easy to pull rank.
"No sir," one of the kids chimes up. "She came at night a few days ago"
"She's cold. I dun like her."
"She smells of death. Like the war."
DM PbP Series (Completed) : The Blackmire Company, Voyage of the Windhook ,Shanty of Soulripper, The Streets of Dunnour
Kazri - Level 10 Human Paladin (Oath of the Ancients) - The Tales of the Fellowship of the White Cloaks
Droknin Palemane - Level 4 Leonin Barbarian (Path of the Beast) - Where the Cold Winds Blow... A Lost Mines of Phandelver Story
Faelan (Cottontail) Whisperwind - Level 3 Ranger (Fey Wanderer) - Zorg's Lost Souls II
"Science is organized knowledge. Wisdom is organized life."
Curtis shakes his head for a bit. His words shifting a different language. Something more flowery.
"Visions will only ever tell you a half truth, my child." He turns to look over at Yorvalor. "I see that your love, or infatuation, has blinded you. The Relic isn't what they're moving Yorvalor. The relic is simply a sign that the power of one of the saints has returned. To be reborn and brought out." His hand falls on Yorvalor's shoulder. "A Saint from the Tower of War. Reborn in such a kind girl. Reborn in someone so gentle." His eyes lock as he looks at him. "This is for her, my son. The relic is just the method to bring it out."
He releases Yorvalor's shoulder as he begins to walk somewhat past them. "In moments, the Holy Saint of War will be coming. And I'm afraid she will find it simple to look past rouses and disguises." He taps his foot on the ground a bit, as if counting steps from outside. "Tonight the'y will be bringing both the Relic, and the Vessel together. To affirm the return of the power of a Saint. If you all found the far left window open, perhaps you could stop it? Or at least, we can see how all the threads that bind us are intertwined." His fingers move gently towards the door. "I highly advise you do leave now though. And know, I cannot help you," one of the rings slips off of his fingers. Dropping to the floor as he turns his back. "Directly."
DM PbP Series (Completed) : The Blackmire Company, Voyage of the Windhook ,Shanty of Soulripper, The Streets of Dunnour
"She looks quite a bit like death too, doesn't she," Emund says to the kids. He reaches into his coin purse and pulls out one silver coin for each of the three and offers it to them.
"If you don't mind the stink and look of her too much, mind keeping an eye on her and her friends some as they come and go?" (Persuasion: 14)