Jill scurries away with a scared yipe, when the large Half Orc smashes his gretsword in the bridge's wooden railing. Splinters fly everywhere and the wood crackles loudly, almost silencing the river running below for a moment.
Merry jumps between Thok and Jill, but when she sees he is simply making a point, she nods warily and grabs her little sister's hand.
"Yes. Yes Orcs are very scary, and there just might be some wandering around here with the militia patrolling around town only." However Jill is still largely impressed with Thok's weapon and seems to not be paying much heed to her sister's words, in stead watching the Half Orc with a mix of fascination and fear.
Before Merry can continue her triad, Peth asks a question and Jill shouts at Thok's remark:
"I DID NOT THROW HIM! I DROPPED HIM ON THE GROUND! - the little girl stomps her tiny foot down with anger. -
I'TS NOT MY FAULT!" She seems to be taking the matter of her losing Tatters very seriously, her face is now flushed with frustration and her little eyes are burning. The Orc has already headed down however, and as he reaches for the rag doll's ear, Jill screams in terror.
"NO NO NO NO! DON"T TOUCH HIM!"
Her words come too late however, as the large Barbarian successfully swipes the toy from the thorny bush and is now holding the plush bunny by it's lef ear.
Jill tries to run towards Thok, but Merry is holding her hand tightly and shaking her head with disappointment:
"I mean seriously, you are eight already. Try to at least cut back on the yelling if you want to become a real lady one day!" Merry is adamant and does not let her little sister run over towards Thok, despite the little one's fearsome efforts.
Apart from Jill's whining and squirming in her sister's grasp, nothing seems to be happening. Tatters is, as far as Thok and the others can tell, nothing more than a rag doll in the shape of a humanoid rabbit, that was once white but is now quite dirty and stitched up. The doll dangles by one of it's long ears in the Half Orc's grasp, as it would be expected of an inanimate object.
The air is now getting very cold, as the sun hides behind a heavy gray cloud up above. The world dulls in light and color as the storm clouds overtake the Eastern parts of the horizon, and thunder echoes far to the North.
[sblock] Everyone a listen check if you will. Kye and Peth can make a Spot as well. [/sblock]
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Adelaide smiles and turns her green eyes towards Alevyth, her delicate features now quite lovely when the lad can stop his gaze on them for more than a second.
"Well of course i have met him - Lazarus is quite the leader, he knows everyoone of us and reguraly trains with us, gives us pointers and even helps us with the studies of the faith. I myself have been a Paladin for a year and a half, much to my father's dismay. - Adelaide giggles with a pleasant ringing laugh. -
He does not want his little girl jumping in the heart of danger i suppose. And i thank you for the praise, although i reckon the blindness and the noise around you made you an easy mark, rather than me being as skilled as you say. - At the lad's commend she grins and replies with enthusiasm -
But how does one train one's ears to become sharper? Come now, let us go inside."
Adelaide leads Alevyth inside the cathedral, where the main hall is now being occupied by priests and other followers of Lathander. The Paladins have already brought in some of the other troublemakers, although most are receiving care at the hands of the clergy, rather than standing on their own feet. The hall is large, very tall and well light, with intricate stained glass windows and very ornate wooden and gold furniture. The ceilings have been painted by an artist with sublime skill, and display images of religious nature, as well as the sun itself in the middle.
The golden altar is currently unoccupied, and Lazarus can be seen to the side, talking to some of his men, and the female Paladin stops Alevyrh next to the pathway and stands still, waiting for further instruction.
Ferviel puts on a serious face.
"Hmph! Well i have fought one, last year, at the other side of the country. He was plaguing a local community, apparently he was doing some research on mass Domination effects on a continental wide scale. He took two of my oldest friends with him to the other side. They were so mangled up, one of them was unwilling to be resurrected. - the Cleric pauses his monologue and steers Latham inside the Cathedral. -
It's Paladins or me putting you in the dungeons below with a Dimensional Lock spell on your arse, that will last much longer than you'd like."
The Cleric seems serious, although now that Latham has talked to him for a while, he can tell that Ferviel is not very keen on the prospect of being here either.
Galen stares at the approaching group for a moment, before answering.
"This is Bran Bloodmane he is the local Ranger, or so i have heard. His heart is in the right place, even if he is quite the hotheaded troublemaker. He is also a fearsome warrior. His manners however, are lacking, and he completely disregards the law of the land, and Lathander and His dogma."
Galen pauses, and grips the hilt of his sword. The handle seems plain, in large contrast with his bright red armour.
"Two days ago he beat several of the town guards to a pulp, because they had rightfully apprehended an urchin caught stealing. Although they had decided to take it upon themselves to punish the child, instead of bringing him to the magistrate, it was ultimately still the lawful thing to do. We have remained neutral so far, despite Captain Rickard's please for us to apprehend Bran. This - he points towards the severed heads on the pole that seem to be dangling in the distance.
- I have no idea what that is."
The large Ranger and his ram make their way and are at the edge of the cathedral square, the two crowds now almost merging together. Shouts and cries can be heard from everywhere, as the people can clearly see the disembodied zombie heads now.
[sblock=Sense Motive]Senslar's inner feelings tell him that the other Paladin is telling the truth, and that his overall feelings towards the Ranger are mixed. When he mentions his good heart and strength of arm, Galen seems approving, but the unlawfulness of the Ranger makes the young Paladin resume his reserved tone.[/sblock]
