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<blockquote data-quote="Malk" data-source="post: 1277774" data-attributes="member: 15730"><p><strong>Doven Jail</strong></p><p></p><p>And there he found himself, waking up with a dreadfull pounding in his head. Shaking off the pain he looked around, and saw that he was in a smallish cell with wooden walls, a wooden floor, and wooden bars. On the other side of the bars he could see another small room with a desk, no one was occupying the desk or the other room. Looking around the cell itself he saw that he was sharing it with three others. First, he saw the man he had seen the day before, playing music in the town square, he was tall, as were most humans, and thin with a long face and long golden tresses. He looked something worse for the time they had been apart though, he was bruised and one of his eyes was blackened. What had set these people off he thought, to have done such violence to this bard. There was another human sitting in the corner, apparently sleeping, not quite so tall as the bard, but stockier of build, and darker of complexion and hair. He was wearing uniformly dark gray clothes, grey being the only color about him save for the golden symbol of the Father Mount hanging from his neck. So..a man of religious persuasions at the least. The last feast was the only one who seemed to be regarding him back, it was apparent from the start that some elven blood flowed through this man's blood. It was in the slant of his eyes, the curve of his ears...all in all this man cut a very fine figure...there was something about him, his carriage, his eyes that commanded attention.</p><p> The half-elf smiled and when he spoke his voice was melodic, musical in a way. "My name is Corem, a pleasure to meet you" The accent of the center was clearly in his voice, so he came from more civilized lands.</p><p> "Khelandrian, and I could have chosen better circumstances to meet you Corem"</p><p> "Indeed, I was simply walking down the road, passing through this retched place, when i was accosted by a mob of peasants who assured me that i was under arrest" (this in elven"</p><p> Khelandrian was somewhat surprised to hear his native tounge, but he should have expected it from one with elven blood. Corem went on, still in elven.</p><p> "And how did you end up in this hell hole?"</p><p> " Ahem..yes i was simply walking down the street when they jumped me and knocked me out" Feeling his head, he winced at finding the point of impact.</p><p> A quiet voice spoke from the corner with an unfamiliar accent "I can help your pain my friend"</p><p> Khelandrian looked up to see the gray man rising to his feet, his gray cloak swirling around him. As he was walking up, Khel noticed Corem giving the holy symbol a considering glance. "Are you a healer gray one?"</p><p> "As the Mountain wills so shall it be," he came closer and raised his hands as if to show that he meant no harm "will you accept my healing touch?"</p><p> Khel looked to the bard who was still apparently sulking in the corner "What about him, i think he needs it a bit more than i do"</p><p> "I would agree with your assesment, however he does not seem inclined to accept, and i would not force it on him unless it should prove nessacery.</p><p> The gray one's soft voice and assured way he seemed to speak set Khelandrian at ease, and he figured that it would be nice to get rid of the headache, so he agreed to the healing. The priest put his hands around the elf's head and murmered a prair so softly that not even Khelandrian could hear it, and then the most remarkable thing happened. The clerics skin turned the color of stone,as well as his eyes...seeming to be orbs of rock within his sockets, Khelandrian felt as if the weight of the world was pressed into him, and when it was over, so was the pain in his head.</p><p> "Thank you...."</p><p> "Armando, and no thanks are required, though they are accepted in the spirit with which they are given.</p><p> The three began to speak among themselves, getting to know each other seeing as how there was not much else to do in the small cell. Khelandrian revealed how he had come from northern elven held lands looking for excitement, traveling with his friend Cadel, but that Cadel had decided to stay behind in the last town. (Khel saw no reason to disclose the reason behind this) Corem as it happened was from a human nation that rested on the slopes of The Father Mount itself, and not long ago had upset his parents when scorcerous talents had begun to manifest themselves. Seeking control and and knowledge about his powers, Corem set out across the wide land. Armando was the only one of the three to actualy hail from the country of Glendover, he was a member of the Greystone Church of the Father Mount, a sect known for their political neutrality and benevolence to those in need. Speaking of religious matters led to a very long discussion involving the truth of the great god, Corem turning out to be an agnostic, not believeing as everyone else did that the great mountain at the center of the world was indeed their creator and master.</p><p></p><p>: Bed time, more tomorrow i hope :</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Malk, post: 1277774, member: 15730"] [b]Doven Jail[/b] And there he found himself, waking up with a dreadfull pounding in his head. Shaking off the pain he looked around, and saw that he was in a smallish cell with wooden walls, a wooden floor, and wooden bars. On the other side of the bars he could see another small room with a desk, no one was occupying the desk or the other room. Looking around the cell itself he saw that he was sharing it with three others. First, he saw the man he had seen the day before, playing music in the town square, he was tall, as were most humans, and thin with a long face and long golden tresses. He looked something worse for the time they had been apart though, he was bruised and one of his eyes was blackened. What had set these people off he thought, to have done such violence to this bard. There was another human sitting in the corner, apparently sleeping, not quite so tall as the bard, but stockier of build, and darker of complexion and hair. He was wearing uniformly dark gray clothes, grey being the only color about him save for the golden symbol of the Father Mount hanging from his neck. So..a man of religious persuasions at the least. The last feast was the only one who seemed to be regarding him back, it was apparent from the start that some elven blood flowed through this man's blood. It was in the slant of his eyes, the curve of his ears...all in all this man cut a very fine figure...there was something about him, his carriage, his eyes that commanded attention. The half-elf smiled and when he spoke his voice was melodic, musical in a way. "My name is Corem, a pleasure to meet you" The accent of the center was clearly in his voice, so he came from more civilized lands. "Khelandrian, and I could have chosen better circumstances to meet you Corem" "Indeed, I was simply walking down the road, passing through this retched place, when i was accosted by a mob of peasants who assured me that i was under arrest" (this in elven" Khelandrian was somewhat surprised to hear his native tounge, but he should have expected it from one with elven blood. Corem went on, still in elven. "And how did you end up in this hell hole?" " Ahem..yes i was simply walking down the street when they jumped me and knocked me out" Feeling his head, he winced at finding the point of impact. A quiet voice spoke from the corner with an unfamiliar accent "I can help your pain my friend" Khelandrian looked up to see the gray man rising to his feet, his gray cloak swirling around him. As he was walking up, Khel noticed Corem giving the holy symbol a considering glance. "Are you a healer gray one?" "As the Mountain wills so shall it be," he came closer and raised his hands as if to show that he meant no harm "will you accept my healing touch?" Khel looked to the bard who was still apparently sulking in the corner "What about him, i think he needs it a bit more than i do" "I would agree with your assesment, however he does not seem inclined to accept, and i would not force it on him unless it should prove nessacery. The gray one's soft voice and assured way he seemed to speak set Khelandrian at ease, and he figured that it would be nice to get rid of the headache, so he agreed to the healing. The priest put his hands around the elf's head and murmered a prair so softly that not even Khelandrian could hear it, and then the most remarkable thing happened. The clerics skin turned the color of stone,as well as his eyes...seeming to be orbs of rock within his sockets, Khelandrian felt as if the weight of the world was pressed into him, and when it was over, so was the pain in his head. "Thank you...." "Armando, and no thanks are required, though they are accepted in the spirit with which they are given. The three began to speak among themselves, getting to know each other seeing as how there was not much else to do in the small cell. Khelandrian revealed how he had come from northern elven held lands looking for excitement, traveling with his friend Cadel, but that Cadel had decided to stay behind in the last town. (Khel saw no reason to disclose the reason behind this) Corem as it happened was from a human nation that rested on the slopes of The Father Mount itself, and not long ago had upset his parents when scorcerous talents had begun to manifest themselves. Seeking control and and knowledge about his powers, Corem set out across the wide land. Armando was the only one of the three to actualy hail from the country of Glendover, he was a member of the Greystone Church of the Father Mount, a sect known for their political neutrality and benevolence to those in need. Speaking of religious matters led to a very long discussion involving the truth of the great god, Corem turning out to be an agnostic, not believeing as everyone else did that the great mountain at the center of the world was indeed their creator and master. : Bed time, more tomorrow i hope : [/QUOTE]
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