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<blockquote data-quote="Malk" data-source="post: 1278664" data-attributes="member: 15730"><p><strong>The Benifactor</strong></p><p></p><p>It was during this time of conversation, when they were getting to know one another, that they began to talk about the strange riot that had occured in the small town of Doven. Armando revealed that he had been aprehended in his room at the towns only inn. The locals had made a commotion about him belonging to a heathen "cult" of the Father Mount. From what the three of them could work out, shortly before nightfall, something had made the townsfolk so furious that they had rounded up all the strangers that were currently in town. Just another lucky day for me, thought Khel. As they were discussing the possible causes of the riot (Corem thought it was because he was a magic user, Armando thought it was because of his religion, and Khel kept quiet about his reasons) the broken and battered bard spoke for the first time.</p><p> </p><p> "It was my music" his voice was weak and obviously strained with the pain that he was feeling. "They told me to stop singing such bawdy songs in their town, I..dindnt think that i was, but i changed my songs, and thats when they got very angry, i was going to pack up and head out of town but by that point they had decided to arrest me." He slumped against the wall of the cell.</p><p> </p><p> Corem looked around curiously, "so what do we do now? should we try and escape, obviously we have been wrongly imprisoned, none of us have done anything illegal"</p><p> </p><p> Khelandrian caughed nervously "Yes maybe we should try to make an early exit, i have some skill with mechanical things such as locks..." The locals had apparently taken all of his gear, including his lockpicks but Khel started to search around his clothes for one of the needles he kept hidden for emergancies.</p><p></p><p> "I rather think we should sit tight my friends, if this young gentlemans music offended the senses of Doven as i think they did, I am sure that all will be worked out soon, these are honest and sensible people, and they are probably embaressed by their actions last night. I do not think that we should cause more trouble by trying to escape, if they should forgive and forget it is best that we should as well." Armando gave them each a steady look as he was speaking and it seemed to Khel as if there was some truth in what he was saying, after all maybe they wouldnt think to bring up that he had been robbing the store, maybe he could even say that he was scared and simply trying to escape the mob by climbing onto the roof.</p><p></p><p> "All right," said Khel "lets sit this out and see where its going"</p><p></p><p> Corem reluctantly agreed, still being somewhat offended at spending a night in jail unjustly. The bard, who introduced himself as Iama Griot did not seem to be in a hurry to leave, and in fact complained of it being rather hard to move. Armando offered him healing again, and this time he accepted, they all witnessed the remarkable transformation that overcame the cleric as he cast his spell. Once again Corem began to engage the cleric in a theological debate as to whether his power might not be scorcerous in nature rather than coming from a large geographical feature. Armando asked if he would like to try healing, but Corem simply wrote this off as diferent magic users having different fields of expertise. The debate was growing wearisome for all involved (excepting Corem himself) when the door to the outside world opened for the first time since any of them had been locked up.</p><p></p><p> In walked two men, both human. One was a Dovenite, dressed in the usual array of browns and grays and blacks, he was a stocky man, and short, with long black hair and more gut than any farmer should rightly carry. Khel noticed also that a key ring hung at his belt, and marked that down for future use. The man beside the jail keeper was a about as un-Dovenish as could be. His clothes were all of silk, and bright enough to make Iama seem drab, though the colors were not as garish as those Iama seemed to prefer. Every thing about him showed that appearance mattered, his hair was meticulously styled, his nails clean and cliped, his shoes polished and the lute that was strung to his back shone with an imaculate luster. He was very much on the slight side, being somewhat shorter than Khel himself and thinner as well, and there was a decidedly feminine cast to the fellow. As he entered the jailhouse he seemed to study each of the prisoners, bowing with respect to Armando nodding to Iama with a sort of professional courtesy. With Corem however his eyes seem to linger the longest, and Khel couldnt help but think that there was a gleam of lust in his eyes, wich was not particularly shocking, that sort of thing not being unheard of among the elves.</p><p></p><p> "Thank you very much master Jherom," he said to the jailkeeper, his voice high and clear, carying the same feminine cast as his general apearance "but if i may have a moment alone with these fine gentlemen?"</p><p></p><p> "Aye, but remember they're in your custody now master Osmond, and i dont wanna see no trouble out of em" With that the jailkeeper left the room.</p><p></p><p> Osmond turned twowards Iama and shook his head "You must know your audience my boy, you can not waltz into Central Glendover and start playing songs about love and the interaction of the sexes," He grinned then "why..you'd start a riot"</p><p></p><p> Iama didnt seem to know how to respond to that, but he didnt have to for Corem had plenty to say, " What did he mean that we're in your custody?" Corem seemed to be a bit defensive and Khel thought it might have to do with the way Osmond was looking at him.</p><p></p><p> "Why simply this good master, i have payed the bail on all of you, and arranged it so that there will be no unpleasant and drearly legal matters to deal with." at this he gave Khel a particularly meaningfull look.</p><p></p><p> "Why would you do such a thing?" asked Corem suspsicioulsy.</p><p> </p><p> Osmond went on to explain that he was traveling from the Capitol of Glendover to the mining town of Luminos in the far west of the country. Aparently it was a wild land and brigands were not unknown to pray upon the area. Osmond was set to play a preformance for the Warder of Luminos, one Stephen Blackshield, and he needed to make all haste to get their as he was late, doing so however would take him though one of the wilder regions of the country and so he had been on the look out for guards. And as he had not yet been paid for said preformance, he needed ....economical gaurds. So in return for getting them out of trouble, he wanted the group to accompany him to Luminos where he could then pay them for their troubles.</p><p></p><p> There was much discussion of course. Corem in particular did not seem to trust the flamboyant bard, while Iama wanted to take up the journey in hopes of adding to his repitoire by studdying with a more experianced musician. Armando remained fairly quiet throughout the discussion, seemingly content to follow the will of the group. In the end it was Khelandrian who tipped the balance in favor of traveling to Luminos. It seemed the best way to not get into trouble over the robbery issue, and besideds, he still needed the funds to return to his friend Cadel and help him out in some way. </p><p></p><p> "We shall acompany you my friend, and though it is my prayer that you shall not need our protection, I for one will gaurd your saftey with my life for the kindness that you have shown to us" It was Armando who ultimately delivered their descision, and Osmond seemed thrilled.</p><p> "Excellent! On to Luminos then."</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Malk, post: 1278664, member: 15730"] [b]The Benifactor[/b] It was during this time of conversation, when they were getting to know one another, that they began to talk about the strange riot that had occured in the small town of Doven. Armando revealed that he had been aprehended in his room at the towns only inn. The locals had made a commotion about him belonging to a heathen "cult" of the Father Mount. From what the three of them could work out, shortly before nightfall, something had made the townsfolk so furious that they had rounded up all the strangers that were currently in town. Just another lucky day for me, thought Khel. As they were discussing the possible causes of the riot (Corem thought it was because he was a magic user, Armando thought it was because of his religion, and Khel kept quiet about his reasons) the broken and battered bard spoke for the first time. "It was my music" his voice was weak and obviously strained with the pain that he was feeling. "They told me to stop singing such bawdy songs in their town, I..dindnt think that i was, but i changed my songs, and thats when they got very angry, i was going to pack up and head out of town but by that point they had decided to arrest me." He slumped against the wall of the cell. Corem looked around curiously, "so what do we do now? should we try and escape, obviously we have been wrongly imprisoned, none of us have done anything illegal" Khelandrian caughed nervously "Yes maybe we should try to make an early exit, i have some skill with mechanical things such as locks..." The locals had apparently taken all of his gear, including his lockpicks but Khel started to search around his clothes for one of the needles he kept hidden for emergancies. "I rather think we should sit tight my friends, if this young gentlemans music offended the senses of Doven as i think they did, I am sure that all will be worked out soon, these are honest and sensible people, and they are probably embaressed by their actions last night. I do not think that we should cause more trouble by trying to escape, if they should forgive and forget it is best that we should as well." Armando gave them each a steady look as he was speaking and it seemed to Khel as if there was some truth in what he was saying, after all maybe they wouldnt think to bring up that he had been robbing the store, maybe he could even say that he was scared and simply trying to escape the mob by climbing onto the roof. "All right," said Khel "lets sit this out and see where its going" Corem reluctantly agreed, still being somewhat offended at spending a night in jail unjustly. The bard, who introduced himself as Iama Griot did not seem to be in a hurry to leave, and in fact complained of it being rather hard to move. Armando offered him healing again, and this time he accepted, they all witnessed the remarkable transformation that overcame the cleric as he cast his spell. Once again Corem began to engage the cleric in a theological debate as to whether his power might not be scorcerous in nature rather than coming from a large geographical feature. Armando asked if he would like to try healing, but Corem simply wrote this off as diferent magic users having different fields of expertise. The debate was growing wearisome for all involved (excepting Corem himself) when the door to the outside world opened for the first time since any of them had been locked up. In walked two men, both human. One was a Dovenite, dressed in the usual array of browns and grays and blacks, he was a stocky man, and short, with long black hair and more gut than any farmer should rightly carry. Khel noticed also that a key ring hung at his belt, and marked that down for future use. The man beside the jail keeper was a about as un-Dovenish as could be. His clothes were all of silk, and bright enough to make Iama seem drab, though the colors were not as garish as those Iama seemed to prefer. Every thing about him showed that appearance mattered, his hair was meticulously styled, his nails clean and cliped, his shoes polished and the lute that was strung to his back shone with an imaculate luster. He was very much on the slight side, being somewhat shorter than Khel himself and thinner as well, and there was a decidedly feminine cast to the fellow. As he entered the jailhouse he seemed to study each of the prisoners, bowing with respect to Armando nodding to Iama with a sort of professional courtesy. With Corem however his eyes seem to linger the longest, and Khel couldnt help but think that there was a gleam of lust in his eyes, wich was not particularly shocking, that sort of thing not being unheard of among the elves. "Thank you very much master Jherom," he said to the jailkeeper, his voice high and clear, carying the same feminine cast as his general apearance "but if i may have a moment alone with these fine gentlemen?" "Aye, but remember they're in your custody now master Osmond, and i dont wanna see no trouble out of em" With that the jailkeeper left the room. Osmond turned twowards Iama and shook his head "You must know your audience my boy, you can not waltz into Central Glendover and start playing songs about love and the interaction of the sexes," He grinned then "why..you'd start a riot" Iama didnt seem to know how to respond to that, but he didnt have to for Corem had plenty to say, " What did he mean that we're in your custody?" Corem seemed to be a bit defensive and Khel thought it might have to do with the way Osmond was looking at him. "Why simply this good master, i have payed the bail on all of you, and arranged it so that there will be no unpleasant and drearly legal matters to deal with." at this he gave Khel a particularly meaningfull look. "Why would you do such a thing?" asked Corem suspsicioulsy. Osmond went on to explain that he was traveling from the Capitol of Glendover to the mining town of Luminos in the far west of the country. Aparently it was a wild land and brigands were not unknown to pray upon the area. Osmond was set to play a preformance for the Warder of Luminos, one Stephen Blackshield, and he needed to make all haste to get their as he was late, doing so however would take him though one of the wilder regions of the country and so he had been on the look out for guards. And as he had not yet been paid for said preformance, he needed ....economical gaurds. So in return for getting them out of trouble, he wanted the group to accompany him to Luminos where he could then pay them for their troubles. There was much discussion of course. Corem in particular did not seem to trust the flamboyant bard, while Iama wanted to take up the journey in hopes of adding to his repitoire by studdying with a more experianced musician. Armando remained fairly quiet throughout the discussion, seemingly content to follow the will of the group. In the end it was Khelandrian who tipped the balance in favor of traveling to Luminos. It seemed the best way to not get into trouble over the robbery issue, and besideds, he still needed the funds to return to his friend Cadel and help him out in some way. "We shall acompany you my friend, and though it is my prayer that you shall not need our protection, I for one will gaurd your saftey with my life for the kindness that you have shown to us" It was Armando who ultimately delivered their descision, and Osmond seemed thrilled. "Excellent! On to Luminos then." [/QUOTE]
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