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<blockquote data-quote="Broccli_Head" data-source="post: 162412" data-attributes="member: 105"><p><strong>it continues...</strong></p><p></p><p><strong><span style="color: royalblue"> 7 Ches (evening) , 1373 Year of Rogue Dragons: <em> The Wolf Speaks from the Grave </em></span></strong></p><p></p><p>After the revelations from the <em>commune</em> both Grigor and Benito were exhausted. The party rested until dinner which was again a somber affair. Benito and Grim communicated the results of the divinations which only left more questions unanswered and the companions more confused. As they were finishing their meal, a soldier ran into the hall.</p><p></p><p>"There are two men who request a meeting with your party! They wish to speak to you right away!"</p><p></p><p>"Great, now what!?" muttered Benito, picking at his food. </p><p></p><p>Feeling that there was no other choice, but to meet these fellows, the whole party vacated the banquet room and made their way down to the gatehouse. The newcomers waited in the courtyard in the drizzle of the evening. Apparently they had met the approval of the guards and the warding spells in the entryway.</p><p></p><p>"Hail and well met, despite the circumstances," said the darker of the two men. "I am Khirin al'Dhib and this is my associate, Soulis of Raven's Bluff. We represent the mercantile interests of Aris Cloud-dancer. We wish to speak to his comrades-in-arms and communicate his last requests."</p><p></p><p>The man extended his hand, but the party made no move to respond in kind. Both men were dressed as merchants. Benito shrugged his shoulders.</p><p></p><p>"May we remove ourselves from this rain so we can discuss your options?"</p><p></p><p>"Options? Last requests? What are you talking about?" Grim gritted his teeth and shook his fist at the merchants. "Are you collecters for Aris's debts?" </p><p></p><p>Benito shrugged his shoulders and turning his back on the pair, he began to make his way back to the banquet hall. The rest of th party followed. Khirin and Soulis sighed in unison and after letting the heroes distance themselves about ten paces, fell in behind them. </p><p></p><p>Benito was feeling especially apathetic. Grigor had requested...more like commanded... that he and his companions leave Westgate as soon as possible. He even gave them a scroll with a spell that would take them within a day's ride of a safehouse: a temple dedicated to Ilmater in the country near Cormyr. Benito wanted to help the beleagured Temple and city guard against the Night Masks, but Grigor felt that the situation was too Hot. Aif's identity might have already been compromised and the group had made too many enemies way too quickly. Already the party had cost the temple at least on acolyte and months of planning. Benito had promised to leave first thing in the morning and Nosr had already decided not to go with them. He preferred to stay in Westgate and wait to see if Aris, who according to Tyr was still alive, would turn up. If not, he would return to Alaghon (by way of Starmantle...) and help at the inn. </p><p></p><p><em>back to the present...</em></p><p>The group finally returned to the banquet hall. Khirin without preamble handed Benito a scroll. It was a note from Aris. </p><p></p><p><em><strong><span style="font-family: 'century gothic'">To my comrades and friends,</span></strong></em></p><p><em><strong><span style="font-family: 'century gothic'"></span></strong></em></p><p><em><strong><span style="font-family: 'century gothic'">If you are reading this it must mean that I am either unrecoverable or dead beyond all means to bring back. I have left certain contingencies in place. The company will still be funded for a profitable return of course. My merchants will manage my holdings and estate to be used and to offer a home and sanctuary to the company, both past and present members. You have all been like my family these past six months and some of my truest friends. I ask that you remember me well and forgive my impersonable nature. </span></strong></em></p><p><em><strong><span style="font-family: 'century gothic'"></span></strong></em></p><p><em><strong><span style="font-family: 'century gothic'">Benito, my impulsive firend I offer you prayers for patience and tolerance. Within you are the seeds of leadership, but first you must put the safety of others before your own will. Grim, my cunning little scout, I wish for you to have no fear of feeling compassion. Yours is the swiftest mind. Use that weapon to the utmost of your ability. Nosr, my little brother, to you I wish for you to control your temper and your rebellious nature. Control the raw magical fury that is yoru birthright. With great power comes great responsibility. Alberia, I wish for you not to despair. Faith and hope are the shield and armour of a paladin. Let your goodness inspire others . Finally, Ellysidell, my stalwart companion, you were ever the quiet and enduring strength in our fellowship. Yours is the will that grinds down my animosity.</span></strong></em></p><p><em><strong><span style="font-family: 'century gothic'"></span></strong></em></p><p><em><strong><span style="font-family: 'century gothic'">Live free my friends. Fight the good fight and die with your enemies heart in your hand. Finish our primary objective, complete our quest. Rescue Mourn. All other objectives are secondary. Rescue our comrade, our friend, and our brother.</span></strong></em></p><p><em><strong><span style="font-family: 'century gothic'"></span></strong></em></p><p><em><strong><span style="font-family: 'century gothic'">This is my last request</span></strong></em></p><p><em><strong><span style="font-family: 'century gothic'"></span></strong></em></p><p><em><strong><span style="font-family: 'century gothic'">Aris Cloud-dancer, ibn-Hasimir al'Dhib</span></strong></em></p><p><em><strong><span style="font-family: 'century gothic'"></span></strong></em></p><p><em><strong><span style="font-family: 'century gothic'"></span> </strong></em></p><p></p><p>As Benito read the will, their was stunned silence and some weeping. </p><p></p><p>"He really is gone then, isn't he?" asked a puffy-eyed Nosr.</p><p></p><p>Benito fought tthe impulse to crumple the scroll and toss it back to the merchants. Instead he handed it back to them and addressed the heroes, </p><p></p><p>"We leave tommorrow to continue our quest for Mourn. It's all we have. Meliane...and you others, are welcome to join us. Goodnight." </p><p></p><p>The cleric of Tyr, before his emotions took hold of him, left the room to retire to the quarters that had been offered him.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Broccli_Head, post: 162412, member: 105"] [b]it continues...[/b] [b][color=royalblue] 7 Ches (evening) , 1373 Year of Rogue Dragons: [i] The Wolf Speaks from the Grave [/i][/color][/b][color=royalblue][/color] After the revelations from the [i]commune[/i] both Grigor and Benito were exhausted. The party rested until dinner which was again a somber affair. Benito and Grim communicated the results of the divinations which only left more questions unanswered and the companions more confused. As they were finishing their meal, a soldier ran into the hall. "There are two men who request a meeting with your party! They wish to speak to you right away!" "Great, now what!?" muttered Benito, picking at his food. Feeling that there was no other choice, but to meet these fellows, the whole party vacated the banquet room and made their way down to the gatehouse. The newcomers waited in the courtyard in the drizzle of the evening. Apparently they had met the approval of the guards and the warding spells in the entryway. "Hail and well met, despite the circumstances," said the darker of the two men. "I am Khirin al'Dhib and this is my associate, Soulis of Raven's Bluff. We represent the mercantile interests of Aris Cloud-dancer. We wish to speak to his comrades-in-arms and communicate his last requests." The man extended his hand, but the party made no move to respond in kind. Both men were dressed as merchants. Benito shrugged his shoulders. "May we remove ourselves from this rain so we can discuss your options?" "Options? Last requests? What are you talking about?" Grim gritted his teeth and shook his fist at the merchants. "Are you collecters for Aris's debts?" Benito shrugged his shoulders and turning his back on the pair, he began to make his way back to the banquet hall. The rest of th party followed. Khirin and Soulis sighed in unison and after letting the heroes distance themselves about ten paces, fell in behind them. Benito was feeling especially apathetic. Grigor had requested...more like commanded... that he and his companions leave Westgate as soon as possible. He even gave them a scroll with a spell that would take them within a day's ride of a safehouse: a temple dedicated to Ilmater in the country near Cormyr. Benito wanted to help the beleagured Temple and city guard against the Night Masks, but Grigor felt that the situation was too Hot. Aif's identity might have already been compromised and the group had made too many enemies way too quickly. Already the party had cost the temple at least on acolyte and months of planning. Benito had promised to leave first thing in the morning and Nosr had already decided not to go with them. He preferred to stay in Westgate and wait to see if Aris, who according to Tyr was still alive, would turn up. If not, he would return to Alaghon (by way of Starmantle...) and help at the inn. [i]back to the present...[/i] The group finally returned to the banquet hall. Khirin without preamble handed Benito a scroll. It was a note from Aris. [i][b][FONT=century gothic]To my comrades and friends, If you are reading this it must mean that I am either unrecoverable or dead beyond all means to bring back. I have left certain contingencies in place. The company will still be funded for a profitable return of course. My merchants will manage my holdings and estate to be used and to offer a home and sanctuary to the company, both past and present members. You have all been like my family these past six months and some of my truest friends. I ask that you remember me well and forgive my impersonable nature. Benito, my impulsive firend I offer you prayers for patience and tolerance. Within you are the seeds of leadership, but first you must put the safety of others before your own will. Grim, my cunning little scout, I wish for you to have no fear of feeling compassion. Yours is the swiftest mind. Use that weapon to the utmost of your ability. Nosr, my little brother, to you I wish for you to control your temper and your rebellious nature. Control the raw magical fury that is yoru birthright. With great power comes great responsibility. Alberia, I wish for you not to despair. Faith and hope are the shield and armour of a paladin. Let your goodness inspire others . Finally, Ellysidell, my stalwart companion, you were ever the quiet and enduring strength in our fellowship. Yours is the will that grinds down my animosity. Live free my friends. Fight the good fight and die with your enemies heart in your hand. Finish our primary objective, complete our quest. Rescue Mourn. All other objectives are secondary. Rescue our comrade, our friend, and our brother. This is my last request Aris Cloud-dancer, ibn-Hasimir al'Dhib [/FONT] [/b][/i][b][/b] As Benito read the will, their was stunned silence and some weeping. "He really is gone then, isn't he?" asked a puffy-eyed Nosr. Benito fought tthe impulse to crumple the scroll and toss it back to the merchants. Instead he handed it back to them and addressed the heroes, "We leave tommorrow to continue our quest for Mourn. It's all we have. Meliane...and you others, are welcome to join us. Goodnight." The cleric of Tyr, before his emotions took hold of him, left the room to retire to the quarters that had been offered him. [/QUOTE]
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