Nezkrul
First Post
Loki- "The All-father had announced that all that continued to believe in you, teach about you, and worship you, beyond the end of his announcment, 1 month ago on Thorsday, would be stricken with the same pain, remorse, sadness, and sickness that plagues him because of you and what had happened. I felt it wrong that your father would disown you. So I vowed to suffer the affliction because it would only strengthen my resolve. No son should be forgotten, no matter what deeds they do. And, in so doing, I believe that Odin still holds on to his love for you, which explains why this malady doesn't kill. If it weren't for the truly faithful, I think something grave could have befallen you." Garith has been speaking while working, very rarely looking down, his hands seem to act under muscle memory, as if he has bandaged so many wounds that they remember the motions on their own. "We have not slighted anyone we know of, in the village. They only resent us for keeping our beliefs, our faiths, for not doing as the All-father commanded. Without the freedom to choose for ourselves, we would be no better than the dark eladrin." Garith finishes his work by helping Jessiera drink a potion. "There, she will make a full recovery, as best as her body is able with the malady, we should let her rest, and retire outside." Garith stands, fetches his sunhat and quarterstaff, and opens his door in a friendly gesture.
Helm- A look of fright washes over the ugly old woman's face, as a tear drops from the corner of her eye. She screams out a fevered whine, "Please have mercy, young man! I'm just a frail old woman who has grown bitter, but I have harmed no one!"
Helm- A look of fright washes over the ugly old woman's face, as a tear drops from the corner of her eye. She screams out a fevered whine, "Please have mercy, young man! I'm just a frail old woman who has grown bitter, but I have harmed no one!"
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