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<blockquote data-quote="Deuce Traveler" data-source="post: 3416319" data-attributes="member: 34958"><p><strong>End of Chapter 1, Alexander's Reflections</strong></p><p></p><p>Alexander's Reflections</p><p></p><p>Syra Dorin walked towards the half-orc, followed by the haughty Lady Huffring, her lady-in-waiting. She stopped in front of the ranger and asked, <span style="color: purple">"Are you enjoying your accomplishments, Alexander? I'm so amazed about what you and Kyle Radnal have succeeded in doing. My father would have had ... difficulties if it weren't for you."</span></p><p></p><p>Alexander couldn't help but feel awkward before the young lady, he didn't blush... or maybe he did but the darkness of his skin protected him from showing it.</p><p>When he realized that he had been silent for a few seconds he promptly answered -in a surprisingly uneasy voice-:</p><p><span style="color: Blue">"Indeed, I'm enjoying this... Although I was of little help when we came upon the goblin chief..."</span> Some more seconds go by...</p><p>-He passed his hand over the mark left over his throat, suddenly vigorizing his voice with the memory- <span style="color: Blue">"<strong>But I could still serve through the Huntress' way!</strong> My cunning helped us better than my strength..."</span> </p><p></p><p><span style="color: Blue">"Sorry lady, it's good to hear your father considers our actions helpful; surely you came to deliver some missive, not to hear a scout's ramblings"</span></p><p></p><p><span style="color: blue"><em>I ejoyed it because this is the first step towards doing justice to the hamlet where I was born... Serving the Dorinthians will lead me to those who desecrated The Lady of the Lake's shrine. The previous owner of this broken blade...</em></span></p><p></p><p>At noticing his wound, Syra unconsciously moved her hand to touch at the injury, but was interrupted with a loud cough from a distressed-looking Lady Huffring. Syra smiled at the interruption and asked, <span style="color: purple">"Alexander, will you meet with my father tomorrow at his office an hour after breakfast is served in the square? Your presence is requested."</span> With a courteous nod to the half-orc, Syra left followed by a pouting Lady Huffring, who gave the ranger a sharp, angry look.</p><p></p><p><span style="color: Blue">"Sure..."</span> Ignorant of Lady Huffring's glare, Alexander absently continued, <span style="color: Blue">"I hope we meet again..."</span> </p><p></p><p>It was the first time a women had extended a hand towards him... since his mother. More than once he had noticed people in the city looked at him, including women, but that's why he prefered to be outside, in the forest; those critical eyes weren't welcome.</p><p></p><p>More than once he had expended a glance towards those beautiful creatures, women... but they weren't as easy to catch as the other creatures of the Huntress. He didn't know how to weave those nets of speech of flowers and moonlight.</p><p>And the little words exchanged showed that they wanted to have nothing to do with talk of stalking the woods and living away from the city.</p><p></p><p><span style="color: blue"><em>But my scars didn't drive her away from me...</em></span></p><p></p><p>Suddenly having changed his previous ideas of leaving the town as soon as possible, Alexander walked around, hoping to find the old priest Ravil, and to speak with him both as son and as fellow servant of the Lady of the Lake.</p><p></p><p>Ravil, priest of the Lady, also known by some as the Rider, was assisting Heron attend to the sick at the remnants of a long-ago burned out temple. For a moment Alexander thought he saw Kel leaving and walking down a nearby trail. As he approached Ravil walked away from the sleeping body of a sick-looking woman. The older priest wiped his hands in a cleaning rag, then clasped the half-orc's hand and pumped vigorously, <span style="color: teal">"Alexander! I'm sorry I've had little time to seek you out with all of our exhausted peoples becoming ill. How have you been?"</span></p><p></p><p>Alexander joined his other hand to the clasp, and smiled warmly for the first time in days.</p><p><span style="color: Blue">"Ravil, I have doubts... doubts concerning happiness and doubts concerning fears..."</span></p><p>Alexander spent the rest of the day helping to tend the sick, and when most of them were stable and not in need of immediate attention, he spoke once more with Ravil.</p><p></p><p>Speaking by the fireside, time ran like water, night fell, and the two followers of the Huntress conversed for a long time...</p><p></p><p>Alexander spoke about his doubts, about how he should deal with Rix, about what sickness had attacked the refugees.</p><p>Then he went to the important doubts... about him falling in battle without being of help when they had the prey surrounded, and about Syra; how she wasn't scared by him or his scars... </p><p></p><p>Ravil listened for a long without interruption, except with a nodding of his head and an occasional smirk. Finally he spoke when the half-orc had finished. <span style="color: teal">"Rix is a rascal, and will always be a rascal. He is greedy, untrusting, and likely to be a detriment to your group if he can gain from causing you harm. Yet, there is a small, compassionate side to the kobold. You are afraid of falling from the light, and into the darker beliefs that he has. Be strong, and remember it cuts both ways. Your faith can also make him see that there is a better way of dealing with life. Be his friend when you are in agreement, but do not fear argument when he wants to do something that is against the Lady's way."</span></p><p></p><p><span style="color: teal">"As for Syla,"</span> He sighed, then paused. <span style="color: teal">"I have seen her gazing also at Sgt Radnal. Syla has been protected by Cal, the strong man in her life. Now that he is gone and her father is... not the strongest man... she seeks other strong men to help support her during her own crisis of faith. You are the talk of the town right now, our wild protector who was felled by the wolf, but refused to die. So are the others. She needs a hero right now, as do the rest of us. Be her friend, but be careful with her. It will take some time for her to find her own strength."</span></p><p></p><p><span style="color: teal">"Men fall in battle, Alexander. Sometimes, however, they fall from lighter things such as stress. Look at these people. They've lost their homes, moved a hundred miles or more in a few weeks, and are having to start anew in a strange land. The illnesses are natural, and it is remarkable there aren't more sick. It's their willpower that has kept our people healthy, but you must also keep the body intact. Men die in battle, that is the way of the world. Yet, you survived that wolf attack. Perhaps you lowered your guard a moment before it leapt. Have you thought about how this constant movement and these understandable doubts may have exhausted you? Go rest now, Alexander. You have even greater trials ahead, and exhaustion will not suit you in battle. And remember... The Lady is with you."</span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Deuce Traveler, post: 3416319, member: 34958"] [b]End of Chapter 1, Alexander's Reflections[/b] Alexander's Reflections Syra Dorin walked towards the half-orc, followed by the haughty Lady Huffring, her lady-in-waiting. She stopped in front of the ranger and asked, [color=purple]"Are you enjoying your accomplishments, Alexander? I'm so amazed about what you and Kyle Radnal have succeeded in doing. My father would have had ... difficulties if it weren't for you."[/color] Alexander couldn't help but feel awkward before the young lady, he didn't blush... or maybe he did but the darkness of his skin protected him from showing it. When he realized that he had been silent for a few seconds he promptly answered -in a surprisingly uneasy voice-: [COLOR=Blue]"Indeed, I'm enjoying this... Although I was of little help when we came upon the goblin chief..."[/COLOR] Some more seconds go by... -He passed his hand over the mark left over his throat, suddenly vigorizing his voice with the memory- [COLOR=Blue]"[B]But I could still serve through the Huntress' way![/B] My cunning helped us better than my strength..."[/COLOR] [COLOR=Blue]"Sorry lady, it's good to hear your father considers our actions helpful; surely you came to deliver some missive, not to hear a scout's ramblings"[/COLOR] [color=blue][I]I ejoyed it because this is the first step towards doing justice to the hamlet where I was born... Serving the Dorinthians will lead me to those who desecrated The Lady of the Lake's shrine. The previous owner of this broken blade...[/I][/color] At noticing his wound, Syra unconsciously moved her hand to touch at the injury, but was interrupted with a loud cough from a distressed-looking Lady Huffring. Syra smiled at the interruption and asked, [color=purple]"Alexander, will you meet with my father tomorrow at his office an hour after breakfast is served in the square? Your presence is requested."[/color] With a courteous nod to the half-orc, Syra left followed by a pouting Lady Huffring, who gave the ranger a sharp, angry look. [COLOR=Blue]"Sure..."[/COLOR] Ignorant of Lady Huffring's glare, Alexander absently continued, [COLOR=Blue]"I hope we meet again..."[/COLOR] It was the first time a women had extended a hand towards him... since his mother. More than once he had noticed people in the city looked at him, including women, but that's why he prefered to be outside, in the forest; those critical eyes weren't welcome. More than once he had expended a glance towards those beautiful creatures, women... but they weren't as easy to catch as the other creatures of the Huntress. He didn't know how to weave those nets of speech of flowers and moonlight. And the little words exchanged showed that they wanted to have nothing to do with talk of stalking the woods and living away from the city. [color=blue][I]But my scars didn't drive her away from me...[/I][/color] Suddenly having changed his previous ideas of leaving the town as soon as possible, Alexander walked around, hoping to find the old priest Ravil, and to speak with him both as son and as fellow servant of the Lady of the Lake. Ravil, priest of the Lady, also known by some as the Rider, was assisting Heron attend to the sick at the remnants of a long-ago burned out temple. For a moment Alexander thought he saw Kel leaving and walking down a nearby trail. As he approached Ravil walked away from the sleeping body of a sick-looking woman. The older priest wiped his hands in a cleaning rag, then clasped the half-orc's hand and pumped vigorously, [color=teal]"Alexander! I'm sorry I've had little time to seek you out with all of our exhausted peoples becoming ill. How have you been?"[/color] Alexander joined his other hand to the clasp, and smiled warmly for the first time in days. [COLOR=Blue]"Ravil, I have doubts... doubts concerning happiness and doubts concerning fears..."[/COLOR] Alexander spent the rest of the day helping to tend the sick, and when most of them were stable and not in need of immediate attention, he spoke once more with Ravil. Speaking by the fireside, time ran like water, night fell, and the two followers of the Huntress conversed for a long time... Alexander spoke about his doubts, about how he should deal with Rix, about what sickness had attacked the refugees. Then he went to the important doubts... about him falling in battle without being of help when they had the prey surrounded, and about Syra; how she wasn't scared by him or his scars... Ravil listened for a long without interruption, except with a nodding of his head and an occasional smirk. Finally he spoke when the half-orc had finished. [color=teal]"Rix is a rascal, and will always be a rascal. He is greedy, untrusting, and likely to be a detriment to your group if he can gain from causing you harm. Yet, there is a small, compassionate side to the kobold. You are afraid of falling from the light, and into the darker beliefs that he has. Be strong, and remember it cuts both ways. Your faith can also make him see that there is a better way of dealing with life. Be his friend when you are in agreement, but do not fear argument when he wants to do something that is against the Lady's way."[/color] [color=teal]"As for Syla,"[/color] He sighed, then paused. [color=teal]"I have seen her gazing also at Sgt Radnal. Syla has been protected by Cal, the strong man in her life. Now that he is gone and her father is... not the strongest man... she seeks other strong men to help support her during her own crisis of faith. You are the talk of the town right now, our wild protector who was felled by the wolf, but refused to die. So are the others. She needs a hero right now, as do the rest of us. Be her friend, but be careful with her. It will take some time for her to find her own strength."[/color] [color=teal]"Men fall in battle, Alexander. Sometimes, however, they fall from lighter things such as stress. Look at these people. They've lost their homes, moved a hundred miles or more in a few weeks, and are having to start anew in a strange land. The illnesses are natural, and it is remarkable there aren't more sick. It's their willpower that has kept our people healthy, but you must also keep the body intact. Men die in battle, that is the way of the world. Yet, you survived that wolf attack. Perhaps you lowered your guard a moment before it leapt. Have you thought about how this constant movement and these understandable doubts may have exhausted you? Go rest now, Alexander. You have even greater trials ahead, and exhaustion will not suit you in battle. And remember... The Lady is with you."[/color] [/QUOTE]
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