Grom was inspecting the craftsmanship of the sword he will hand it over to Her. "I believe this is yours then"
Corkie nods her head, "Yes, it was the weapon issued to me when I joined the militia," she laughs, "... I wasn't always the cleric of a small town in the middle of nowhere you know. Thank you for finding and returning it to me master dwarf."
Alten sighs as Corkie closes the door behind her and attempts to return to his prayers. He leans his glaive up against the stone wall of the Citadel, kneels before it, and offers up penance aloud...
@SDC Wrote this part (props!):
Your humble servant comes to you asking forgiveness. You put a test in front of me and I think I failed. Everything your teachers told me, everything Uncle Versad went thru being maimed at the Well of Dragons and everything we know from every battle history I've been made to read has pointed to chromatic dragons as evil beings worthy of being destroyed in your name. Yet the first one I meet does not seem to match those descriptions. Did I meet the one exception that proves the rule? Was I that easily fooled? Or have I fallen sway to evil in the guise of colleagues? Or do I simply lack the wisdom and judgement to carry out your Will?
Everything is still and quite for a long drawn out moment... Then... seemingly out of nowhere an old resonant voice breaks the silence. Could it be Torm answering his prayers?
"Oh would you knock it off already you gibbering idiot. He's not going to answer you. Do you really think he'll just drop what he's doing to answer one lowly paladin's pleas and sobs for help? Do you think your transgression is bad enough to warrant a visit from a god? Come now... You musn't be so naive. If Torm had to answer the beck and call of all his followers he'd never get anything done, now would he?"
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Alten frowns and looks around for the source of the verbal attack, but does not see anyone else in the room. The doors ahead and behind are still shut tight and nothing could have possibly crept up on Alten from the south... At least nothing significant enough to make a voice as deep and rich as the one he just heard...
Talien will retrieve his daggers from Corkie and Trick. He will say If you ever need them again, just take them. As it is in my realm, you can always borrow any possessions for as long as you need them, unless they are marked like my swords.
Talien will retrieve his daggers from Corkie and Trick. He will say If you ever need them again, just take them. As it is in my realm, you can always borrow any possessions for as long as you need them, unless they are marked like my swords.
"Thank you Talien, but I'm not sure what 'mark' you are referring to... May I see it as a reference?"
Talien will retrieve his daggers from Corkie and Trick. He will say If you ever need them again, just take them. As it is in my realm, you can always borrow any possessions for as long as you need them, unless they are marked like my swords.
"Thank you Talien, but I'm not sure what 'mark' you are referring to... May I see it as a reference?"
He will draw his two handed sword swiftly and hand it hilt first to Corkie for inspection. It matches the rune I was created with on my forehead.
Talien will retrieve his daggers from Corkie and Trick. He will say If you ever need them again, just take them. As it is in my realm, you can always borrow any possessions for as long as you need them, unless they are marked like my swords.
"Thank you Talien, but I'm not sure what 'mark' you are referring to... May I see it as a reference?"
He will draw his two handed sword swiftly and hand it hilt first to Corkie for inspection. It matches the rune I was created with on my forehead.
Talien will retrieve his daggers from Corkie and Trick. He will say If you ever need them again, just take them. As it is in my realm, you can always borrow any possessions for as long as you need them, unless they are marked like my swords.
"Thank you Talien, but I'm not sure what 'mark' you are referring to... May I see it as a reference?"
He will draw his two handed sword swiftly and hand it hilt first to Corkie for inspection. It matches the rune I was created with on my forehead.
This is beautiful, "What does it mean?"
Talien responds, It is my name, Talien. I also have my Masters sword. He draws the second sword and shows the other rune on it. His name was Acaelus. He says with slightly less volume.
"I am not your glaive Alten... It's a long story, one which you have yet to earn the privilege to hear.. But for the sake of you asking more ridiculous questions... Let's just say that I am within your blade... I've taken up residence here. My name is Eldenser... It's nice to finally speak with you Alten... now that Torm isn't breathing down your neck for a moment, I felt like we can finally speak."
Talien will retrieve his daggers from Corkie and Trick. He will say If you ever need them again, just take them. As it is in my realm, you can always borrow any possessions for as long as you need them, unless they are marked like my swords.
"Thank you Talien, but I'm not sure what 'mark' you are referring to... May I see it as a reference?"
He will draw his two handed sword swiftly and hand it hilt first to Corkie for inspection. It matches the rune I was created with on my forehead.
This is beautiful, "What does it mean?"
Talien responds, It is my name, Talien. I also have my Masters sword. He draws the second sword and shows the other rune on it. His name was Acaelus. He says with slightly less volume.
Looking at your masters blade, "This is a fine blade indeed. Better than any I have seen around here... infinity better than any Rurik (Oakhurst's Blacksmith) could produce... that forgetful old coot. Haha. Don't get me wrong we get along alright me and him, but he really is a grouch."
Temporary insanity? I'm not sure. The dragon wasn't what I expected. I guess let the others influence me too much.
“Interesting... not the response I had hoped for, but it was an answer I suppose. It looks like I have my work cut out for me indeed. Let me ask you this Alten... please think before you respond... Do you feel like it was the right thing to do given you had limited information and time? Carefully consider the question... I don’t want one of Torm’s tenants as a canned response from you.”
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Corkie nods her head, "Yes, it was the weapon issued to me when I joined the militia," she laughs, "... I wasn't always the cleric of a small town in the middle of nowhere you know. Thank you for finding and returning it to me master dwarf."
Alten sighs as Corkie closes the door behind her and attempts to return to his prayers. He leans his glaive up against the stone wall of the Citadel, kneels before it, and offers up penance aloud...
@SDC Wrote this part (props!):
Your humble servant comes to you asking forgiveness. You put a test in front of me and I think I failed. Everything your teachers told me, everything Uncle Versad went thru being maimed at the Well of Dragons and everything we know from every battle history I've been made to read has pointed to chromatic dragons as evil beings worthy of being destroyed in your name. Yet the first one I meet does not seem to match those descriptions. Did I meet the one exception that proves the rule? Was I that easily fooled? Or have I fallen sway to evil in the guise of colleagues? Or do I simply lack the wisdom and judgement to carry out your Will?
Everything is still and quite for a long drawn out moment... Then... seemingly out of nowhere an old resonant voice breaks the silence. Could it be Torm answering his prayers?
"Oh would you knock it off already you gibbering idiot. He's not going to answer you. Do you really think he'll just drop what he's doing to answer one lowly paladin's pleas and sobs for help? Do you think your transgression is bad enough to warrant a visit from a god? Come now... You musn't be so naive. If Torm had to answer the beck and call of all his followers he'd never get anything done, now would he?"
Edit:
Alten frowns and looks around for the source of the verbal attack, but does not see anyone else in the room. The doors ahead and behind are still shut tight and nothing could have possibly crept up on Alten from the south... At least nothing significant enough to make a voice as deep and rich as the one he just heard...
Alten will activate his Divine Sense since he doesn't actually see anything.
Who's there? Show yourself. I'm in no mood for jokes.
"Fiction is the lie through which we tell the truth." A Camus
Talien will retrieve his daggers from Corkie and Trick. He will say If you ever need them again, just take them. As it is in my realm, you can always borrow any possessions for as long as you need them, unless they are marked like my swords.
Warforged Fighter Talien
"Thank you Talien, but I'm not sure what 'mark' you are referring to... May I see it as a reference?"
Nothing in the vicinity tickles your divine sense.
The voice sighs outwardly, "Don't be a dunce Alten. I'm right in front of you."
He will draw his two handed sword swiftly and hand it hilt first to Corkie for inspection. It matches the rune I was created with on my forehead.
Warforged Fighter Talien
Are you going to show yourself or am I just talking to the wind? Who are you to speak for Torm?
"Fiction is the lie through which we tell the truth." A Camus
This is beautiful, "What does it mean?"
"Ha-ho! I do not claim to speak for Torm... I like to think I'm more open minded than he. I cannot show myself, yet I am right before your eyes."
As the voice finishes speaking the blade of your glaive begins to glow with amethyst aura.
Can I tell if this is mental (inside my head) or is it audible (hearing with my ears- which means others can hear it)?
"Fiction is the lie through which we tell the truth." A Camus
The voice is audible... anyone in the room would be able to hear it.
What are you doing to my Glaive. . .
Or are you my Glaive?
"Fiction is the lie through which we tell the truth." A Camus
Talien responds, It is my name, Talien. I also have my Masters sword. He draws the second sword and shows the other rune on it. His name was Acaelus. He says with slightly less volume.
Warforged Fighter Talien
"I am not your glaive Alten... It's a long story, one which you have yet to earn the privilege to hear.. But for the sake of you asking more ridiculous questions... Let's just say that I am within your blade... I've taken up residence here. My name is Eldenser... It's nice to finally speak with you Alten... now that Torm isn't breathing down your neck for a moment, I felt like we can finally speak."
Looking at your masters blade, "This is a fine blade indeed. Better than any I have seen around here... infinity better than any Rurik (Oakhurst's Blacksmith) could produce... that forgetful old coot. Haha. Don't get me wrong we get along alright me and him, but he really is a grouch."
Sorry my question are "ridiculous". But you are going to have to put up with a few and explain what you are talking about and what you want.
"Fiction is the lie through which we tell the truth." A Camus
“Very well. I suppose that is fair. I will answer three questions. But, first let me ask you something... Why did you let that wrymling go?”
Temporary insanity? I'm not sure. The dragon wasn't what I expected. I guess let the others influence me too much.
"Fiction is the lie through which we tell the truth." A Camus
“Interesting... not the response I had hoped for, but it was an answer I suppose. It looks like I have my work cut out for me indeed. Let me ask you this Alten... please think before you respond... Do you feel like it was the right thing to do given you had limited information and time? Carefully consider the question... I don’t want one of Torm’s tenants as a canned response from you.”