"As you wish my lord. I pledge unto you a personal service in exchange for this boon. In official matters I am already yours to command." Alban will set about using the item to restore their companion.
The case reveals a small grey metal rod. The party as insturcted takes it to the body of andor and toches the corpse with it. Within seconds color floods back into the greying body and his eyes open.
"I've seen many things in my short life," says Roak, watching as Andor's life is restored to its body. "But this may be the most wondrous of them all."
__________________ -Rhun
"I believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge - myth is more potent than history - dreams are more powerful than facts - hope always triumphs over experience - laughter is the cure for grief - love is stronger than death." -Robert Fulghum
OOC: not too much color, Andor was gray to begin with :P
As sensation returns to him, Andor inhales sharply, his eyes darting around, flashing with hate of the living. His face contorts in rictus of hate, almost a snarl as sharp hiss escapes through his clenched teeth. He then closes his eyes again, regaining control and visibly relaxes, face first, the rest of the body following.
When next he opens them, the eyes are normal for him, intense, but calm. His demeanor is meek as always. He tenderly rises, stretching to full height, turning to face the sun and raising his hands upwards.
"It is but a small taste of power of gods, my friend. It is good to feel warmth of my Lord again. Did you manage to repel the horde around baron's keep?"
Roak smiles and offers his strong arm to help Andor to his feet. "Welcome back, friend Andor." Then the knight shakes his head, looking a bit sad. "Unfortunately, the horde was not defeated at the Baron's keep. We merely managed to break through their lines and ride for the Lord Marshall's encampment. And that is where we are now. It was he who provided us the power to restore you."
__________________ -Rhun
"I believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge - myth is more potent than history - dreams are more powerful than facts - hope always triumphs over experience - laughter is the cure for grief - love is stronger than death." -Robert Fulghum
After offering up a prayer of thanks for the return of their companion, Alban adds, "We are to ride shortly. As yet we don't know the mission. If you feel well enough I suggest you ready yourself to travel."
Roak raises an eyebrow at Nijel's words, but remains quiet. While the knight was certainly impressed by what he had just seen, it was well known that Cairnwalker was a bit less than pious when it came to religion.
__________________ -Rhun
"I believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge - myth is more potent than history - dreams are more powerful than facts - hope always triumphs over experience - laughter is the cure for grief - love is stronger than death." -Robert Fulghum
Roak raises an eyebrow at Nijel's words, but remains quiet. While the knight was certainly impressed by what he had just seen, it was well known that Cairnwalker was a bit less than pious when it came to religion.
"Come, Roak! Why don't you lead us in a rousing hymn of victory?"
Roak smiles at Nijel. "I prefer to let my blade sing praises to victory."
__________________ -Rhun
"I believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge - myth is more potent than history - dreams are more powerful than facts - hope always triumphs over experience - laughter is the cure for grief - love is stronger than death." -Robert Fulghum
"Few things sing more sweetly than the ring of my blade cutting through the enemy's armor," says Roak, a hint of a smile upon his face.
__________________ -Rhun
"I believe that imagination is stronger than knowledge - myth is more potent than history - dreams are more powerful than facts - hope always triumphs over experience - laughter is the cure for grief - love is stronger than death." -Robert Fulghum
Nijel considers Roak's words, with the furrowed brow and grim expression with which his companions are all too familiar. It seem to signify that the paladin is trying to comprehend.
Andor stared at the sun while friends continued their banter. Finally, he lowered his hands and turned to them.
"We'll sing praises later, whether they be by voice or blade. I thank you all for not abandoning me, I'll say a prayer for each and every one of you. But, could I now be little bit alone please? You said we need to ride and I need time to readjust, recover my wits and replenish my spells."
OOC: assuming Andor is in shape to replenish spells of course.
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