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<blockquote data-quote="97mg" data-source="post: 6890393" data-attributes="member: 6799460"><p><strong>Wrenwil: All downhill</strong></p><p></p><p>The old cleric cursed as they plodded along, and again when they stopped at the intersect. </p><p></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">"So this is the junction..."</span> he said before pausing and resting the butt of his staff on the earth.</p><p></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">"... between a field of undead, a path of stones to battle an unknown foe in the hopes of offering up a treat, and maybe... the safety of a cave for the night, or a back littered with assassins and foul blood-hungry wild throat-tearers. Well... ****, how does one choose with a smorgasbord of options!"</span></p><p></p><p>He cursed again, before looking to the crew and pointing down the way of the stones.</p><p></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">"Let's hope they light that bloody torch then."</span></p><p></p><p>Turning to Ordechai, Wrenwil nodded respectfully. <span style="color: #0000CD">"Forgive my outburst friend, I am aware of all you've sacrificed here, your hogs, your friend. I shall not forget all you have done either, scattering your magic dust and keeping those wretches off our tail for all these hours. You have my trust. If we walk the stones, then walk we shall. Death at the hand of some beast is surely the better option to whatever ill schemes those arse-breathed fools behind, will use to extract information from us."</span></p><p></p><p>He looked to the distance, anxiously awaiting the light, the burning torch, that tiny flame of hope.</p><p></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">"I have learned Ordechai, that a thieving creature can be atoned and live and die courageously like a man. I hope that all of us here can be as brave as your friend Bax."</span></p><p></p><p>Wrenwil's face soured a little as he ran through the chain of previous events.</p><p></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">"Sacrifice..."</span> he said. <span style="color: #0000CD">"I truly fear for our Knight. It wounds me to abandon him. It mocks me to run while he is likely being torn to shreds, or worse. Yet... he asked for my trust... and I gave it. Now it appears it is I who should have asked for his trust, leaving him alone to do as he wishes, perhaps finding his memories, perhaps being bent in the wicked ways of Herrod, or perhaps bleeding as we speak. I failed him."</span></p><p></p><p>Looking to the ground at his feet, Wrenwil let his regrets be known. Would the knight understand? Would he forgive the healer of Pentos for putting the lives of this party before his own? Would he even see the shining wielder of sword again?</p><p></p><p><span style="color: #0000CD">"**** it. We do what we have to do."</span> He decided in that moment. Living with the consequences of their actions would be something to deal with later, if they saw another day.</p><p></p><p>Having accepted reality, and their fate hanging on some distant man's desire to light a torch, Wrenwil moved to Ordechai's side and quietly stated, <span style="color: #0000CD">"Masoud Trading Company? An interesting choice..."</span></p><p></p><p>[sblock=Wrenwil Stats] <table style='width: 100%'><tr><td><span style="color: #000000"><strong><img src="http://www.enworld.org/forum/attachment.php?attachmentid=71470" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " style="" /></strong></span></td><td><span style="color: #000000"><strong>WRENWIL </strong><em>- a tough old boot on a terrible holiday</em><strong><br /> <br /> Sheet: </strong></span><a href="http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=209300" target="_blank"><span style="color: #000000">http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=209300</span></a><span style="color: #000000"><strong><br /> Level</strong> 4, <strong>Init</strong> 2, <strong>HP</strong> 20/27, <strong>Speed</strong> 30<br /> <strong>AC</strong> 15, <strong>Touch</strong> 13, <strong>Flat-footed</strong> 13, <strong>Fort</strong> 6, <strong>Ref</strong> 3, <strong>Will</strong> 10, <strong>Base Attack Bonus</strong> 3 <br /> <strong>Masterwork Staff </strong>+7 to hit (d6+3)<br /> <strong>Spells: </strong>4/5/3</span></td></tr></table><p> [/sblock]</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="97mg, post: 6890393, member: 6799460"] [b]Wrenwil: All downhill[/b] The old cleric cursed as they plodded along, and again when they stopped at the intersect. [COLOR="#0000CD"]"So this is the junction..."[/COLOR] he said before pausing and resting the butt of his staff on the earth. [COLOR="#0000CD"]"... between a field of undead, a path of stones to battle an unknown foe in the hopes of offering up a treat, and maybe... the safety of a cave for the night, or a back littered with assassins and foul blood-hungry wild throat-tearers. Well... ****, how does one choose with a smorgasbord of options!"[/COLOR] He cursed again, before looking to the crew and pointing down the way of the stones. [COLOR="#0000CD"]"Let's hope they light that bloody torch then."[/COLOR] Turning to Ordechai, Wrenwil nodded respectfully. [COLOR="#0000CD"]"Forgive my outburst friend, I am aware of all you've sacrificed here, your hogs, your friend. I shall not forget all you have done either, scattering your magic dust and keeping those wretches off our tail for all these hours. You have my trust. If we walk the stones, then walk we shall. Death at the hand of some beast is surely the better option to whatever ill schemes those arse-breathed fools behind, will use to extract information from us."[/COLOR] He looked to the distance, anxiously awaiting the light, the burning torch, that tiny flame of hope. [COLOR="#0000CD"]"I have learned Ordechai, that a thieving creature can be atoned and live and die courageously like a man. I hope that all of us here can be as brave as your friend Bax."[/COLOR] Wrenwil's face soured a little as he ran through the chain of previous events. [COLOR="#0000CD"]"Sacrifice..."[/COLOR] he said. [COLOR="#0000CD"]"I truly fear for our Knight. It wounds me to abandon him. It mocks me to run while he is likely being torn to shreds, or worse. Yet... he asked for my trust... and I gave it. Now it appears it is I who should have asked for his trust, leaving him alone to do as he wishes, perhaps finding his memories, perhaps being bent in the wicked ways of Herrod, or perhaps bleeding as we speak. I failed him."[/COLOR] Looking to the ground at his feet, Wrenwil let his regrets be known. Would the knight understand? Would he forgive the healer of Pentos for putting the lives of this party before his own? Would he even see the shining wielder of sword again? [COLOR="#0000CD"]"**** it. We do what we have to do."[/COLOR] He decided in that moment. Living with the consequences of their actions would be something to deal with later, if they saw another day. Having accepted reality, and their fate hanging on some distant man's desire to light a torch, Wrenwil moved to Ordechai's side and quietly stated, [COLOR="#0000CD"]"Masoud Trading Company? An interesting choice..."[/COLOR] [sblock=Wrenwil Stats][TABLE="width: 800, align: left"] [TR] [TD][COLOR=#000000][B][IMG]http://www.enworld.org/forum/attachment.php?attachmentid=71470[/IMG][/B][/COLOR][/TD] [TD][COLOR=#000000][B]WRENWIL [/B][I]- a tough old boot on a terrible holiday[/I][B] Sheet: [/B][/COLOR][URL="http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=209300"][COLOR=#000000]http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=209300[/COLOR][/URL][COLOR=#000000][B] Level[/B] 4, [B]Init[/B] 2, [B]HP[/B] 20/27, [B]Speed[/B] 30 [B]AC[/B] 15, [B]Touch[/B] 13, [B]Flat-footed[/B] 13, [B]Fort[/B] 6, [B]Ref[/B] 3, [B]Will[/B] 10, [B]Base Attack Bonus[/B] 3 [B]Masterwork Staff [/B]+7 to hit (d6+3) [B]Spells: [/B]4/5/3[/COLOR][/TD] [/TR] [/TABLE] [/sblock] [/QUOTE]
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