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<blockquote data-quote="steeldragons" data-source="post: 5600274" data-attributes="member: 92511"><p><strong>"Oh Brother."</strong></p><p></p><p>Braddok made his way through town to where the deputy, Skot, had informed him the hamlet’s store of arms were kept. He made good natured conversation with the guards there and Skot arrived shortly after him to fill-in and begin some instruction with a few militiamen who had answered their summons.</p><p> </p><p> The weapons in the armory were not of the best quality, Braddok noted, but not terrible either. He noted, in particular a few maces and spiked morningstars. Recalling his blades ineffectual attacks on the crab-demons, Braddok asked Skot if he would part with one of the morningstars in better condition.</p><p> </p><p> A short bargaining ensued and Braddok happily agreed to do some simple sword instruction for the non-warrior militia. Braddok enjoyed training with the men, recalling his own vigorous training in the keep of his father, lost in his youth.</p><p> </p><p> He was also pleased with his newly acquired morningstar. Skot seemed an amicable young man, not unskilled with his own blade and Braddok enjoyed sparring with the deputy to instruct the very serious- (and scared)looking few who had arrived to collect their arms, some barely passed the age of majority.</p><p> </p><p> Most of the men who would make up the militia were busy in their fields, vineyards and orchards completing their harvests for the season. Skot was sure to impress on the farmers the importance of the men of weapon-bearing age coming that evening or, at latest, the following day.</p><p> </p><p> Along with the instructive sparring, Braddok aided Skot and the other guardsmen in marking down who was given what weapons, which were presumed to be returned following any battles in the hamlet.</p><p> </p><p> By mid-day, Skot dismissed the men who had turned up, instructing the armory guards to log anyone new arriving for a weapon and got Braddok to agree to return that evening for another “class” of instruction. The dark haired swordsman from the west added he would endeavor to bring Coerraine with him for some instruction in spear-fighting. The mention of instruction by a Redstar Knight seemed to impress several of the assembled men, as well as the official guardsmen.</p><p> </p><p> Satisfied with his morning’s work, Braddok made his way back to the Inn at the Lake for, what he hoped was a filling hot home-cooked meal. About halfway back to the inn, a young man ran up to him, addressing the swordsman as ’Master Braddok, sir’, and delivered a note from the Constable. Braddok smiled at the youth and immediately read the note. </p><p></p><p></p><p>Seemed his lunch would have to wait. </p><p> </p><p> He looked at brown-haired boy in simple clothes and said, very seriously, “Mark my words, boy, never travel with a dwarf.”</p><p></p><p></p><p>The boy answered “Uh, yessir.” as the swordsman trudged back the way he came, to the Constable’s office. </p><p> </p><p> Alaria, Coerraine and Haelan entered the rectory into a room with a large table and many chairs. A few acolytes were setting the one long table within with modest tin plates and wooden cups.</p><p></p><p></p><p>The young woman who had answered the door wore white robes trimmed in red with a pattern of entwined thorns around the hems. The silver medallions sporting the budding rose marked her unquestioningly as a Daughter of Gilea, the goddess of healing, fortitude and motherhood.</p><p> </p><p> She nodded a silent assent to their request to see Brother Berk and bade them wait in the entryway. A few moments later, the neophyte priestess returned and gestured them to follow her through the dining hall and down a hallway to a door that led to a modest sized library and scribing hall. Two orange-robed young men with shaved heads sat at desks, dutifully writing. Each bore a green waning crescent moon <resembling a “C”> on their foreheads. They barely looked up to notice the new arrivals.</p><p> </p><p> The room was musty and smelled of dust and old paper. Alaria breathed in deeply and smiled slightly, her mind sent back to the libraries of her homeland in which she'd spent so much time.</p><p> </p><p> At a writing table at the far end of the chamber, lined with rows of shelves containing books and scrolls, sat a middle-aged man, also garbed in orange with the green crescent marking on his forehead. His head was not shaved, but his hair receded a bit. A set of spectacles sat poised on the brim of his nose…Alaria thought of the kindly guildmaster, Magister Kurklani, in Hawkview. </p><p> </p><p> The party stood in silence as the scribe-brother finished writing…whatever it was he was writing. He gently placed the plume in it’s holder and looked up.</p><p> </p><p> “Yes?” the man questioned, some annoyance in his tone. “What can I do for a mage, a paladin of Celradorn and…” Brother Berk paused as he looked over his high desk down upon Haelan, “…a hill-priest? …Interesting.”</p><p> </p><p> Alaria stated their news and asked if the Brother would be willing to conduct some augury for them to surmise if the goblin horde would come to Welford. The Brother listened to her, comlpetely dispassionate.</p><p> </p><p> “The gifts of the All-Knowing are not lightly entered into.” He said, apparently unconcerned by the news. “Besides, since it seems to be precognition you seek, the lady Rhea is a significantly more experienced seer than I.” With this he took up his quill and dunked it into the inkwell.</p><p> </p><p> Alaria, unsure how to answer, stood mouth agape.</p><p> </p><p> “Is that all?” he said, looking over his precariously perched glasses.</p><p> </p><p> “Um, well, there is also this,” Alaria added. She pulled the crystal orb from her pouch.</p><p> </p><p> Seeing the orb, the brother-scribe’s eyebrows rose ever so slightly. He lowered the glasses further down his nose til they sat just at the tip. His gaze intent on the crystal, he muttered, “Interesting.”</p><p> </p><p> “We believe…” began Alaria, “We believe it is somehow important to the purpose of this encroaching army. Do you think you can discern what it is? I, myself, have been unable to divine its power…other than it is definitely magical.”</p><p> </p><p> “And not evil in nature.” Added Coerraine.</p><p> </p><p> “No, obviously not.” Said Brother Berk, a bit of irritation in his voice at the paladin’s apparently ‘mundane’ assessment. </p><p> </p><p> “But should it fall into the wrong hands…and we actually got it from some very ‘wrong hands’” Haelan interjected, “might it be something dangerous?”</p><p> </p><p> Brother Berk held out his hand. Alaria gently placed it in the Sorilorr priest’s palm. A breeze passed through the room, papers rustled and all present looked to the windows. All of them were shut.</p><p> </p><p> “Interesting.” Said Brother Berk.</p><p></p><p></p><p>“Leave it with me.” Before anyone could object, “I will see what I can find in my tomes. Come back tomorrow.” He said pointedly.</p><p> </p><p> “Due respect, Brother,” Alaria now said, having had just about enough of the man’s rude manner, “but we are to leave on the morrow. We have an audience with the Green Witch tonight. I will return for it after evening prayers to reclaim it.”</p><p> </p><p> Brother Berk looked at the magess in surprise, the first real expression he’d betrayed.</p><p> </p><p> “ Tell us what you can by then.” Bluntly finished Alaria.</p><p> </p><p> At this the Brother’s expression softened and a thin smile actually formed on his lips. “Indeed, magess. As you wish.”</p><p> </p><p> The trio nodded their thanks and left the rectory.</p><p> </p><p> Haelan stopped a moment, behind the others, as they crossed the park/lawn on their way back to the main road through town. A rustle in the trimmed hedgerow caught his attention. From his vantage point, nearer the ground than his companions, haelan thought he’d caught sa glimpse of brownish black fur. It was bushy, like a fox’s tail, Haelan thought.</p><p> </p><p> Alaria dismissed the halfling’s inquiries, supposing there probably were foxes in the area.</p><p> </p><p> “What about wolves?” the hilltender asked woefully.</p><p> </p><p> “Yes, Haelan, I would suppose there are wolves in the surrounding hills, too. I doubt any of them were seeking Brother Berk’s effervescent advice.” She retorted in annoyance and made her way back into town where the majority of the shops she’d seen had been. </p><p> </p><p> “I…ok, well, I think I’ll head back to the inn for some lunch. Are you hungry?” Haelan offered.</p><p> </p><p> Coerraine simply turned and shook his head with a shrug and followed Alaria, as was his duty.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="steeldragons, post: 5600274, member: 92511"] [b]"Oh Brother."[/b] Braddok made his way through town to where the deputy, Skot, had informed him the hamlet’s store of arms were kept. He made good natured conversation with the guards there and Skot arrived shortly after him to fill-in and begin some instruction with a few militiamen who had answered their summons. The weapons in the armory were not of the best quality, Braddok noted, but not terrible either. He noted, in particular a few maces and spiked morningstars. Recalling his blades ineffectual attacks on the crab-demons, Braddok asked Skot if he would part with one of the morningstars in better condition. A short bargaining ensued and Braddok happily agreed to do some simple sword instruction for the non-warrior militia. Braddok enjoyed training with the men, recalling his own vigorous training in the keep of his father, lost in his youth. He was also pleased with his newly acquired morningstar. Skot seemed an amicable young man, not unskilled with his own blade and Braddok enjoyed sparring with the deputy to instruct the very serious- (and scared)looking few who had arrived to collect their arms, some barely passed the age of majority. Most of the men who would make up the militia were busy in their fields, vineyards and orchards completing their harvests for the season. Skot was sure to impress on the farmers the importance of the men of weapon-bearing age coming that evening or, at latest, the following day. Along with the instructive sparring, Braddok aided Skot and the other guardsmen in marking down who was given what weapons, which were presumed to be returned following any battles in the hamlet. By mid-day, Skot dismissed the men who had turned up, instructing the armory guards to log anyone new arriving for a weapon and got Braddok to agree to return that evening for another “class” of instruction. The dark haired swordsman from the west added he would endeavor to bring Coerraine with him for some instruction in spear-fighting. The mention of instruction by a Redstar Knight seemed to impress several of the assembled men, as well as the official guardsmen. Satisfied with his morning’s work, Braddok made his way back to the Inn at the Lake for, what he hoped was a filling hot home-cooked meal. About halfway back to the inn, a young man ran up to him, addressing the swordsman as ’Master Braddok, sir’, and delivered a note from the Constable. Braddok smiled at the youth and immediately read the note. Seemed his lunch would have to wait. He looked at brown-haired boy in simple clothes and said, very seriously, “Mark my words, boy, never travel with a dwarf.” The boy answered “Uh, yessir.” as the swordsman trudged back the way he came, to the Constable’s office. Alaria, Coerraine and Haelan entered the rectory into a room with a large table and many chairs. A few acolytes were setting the one long table within with modest tin plates and wooden cups. The young woman who had answered the door wore white robes trimmed in red with a pattern of entwined thorns around the hems. The silver medallions sporting the budding rose marked her unquestioningly as a Daughter of Gilea, the goddess of healing, fortitude and motherhood. She nodded a silent assent to their request to see Brother Berk and bade them wait in the entryway. A few moments later, the neophyte priestess returned and gestured them to follow her through the dining hall and down a hallway to a door that led to a modest sized library and scribing hall. Two orange-robed young men with shaved heads sat at desks, dutifully writing. Each bore a green waning crescent moon <resembling a “C”> on their foreheads. They barely looked up to notice the new arrivals. The room was musty and smelled of dust and old paper. Alaria breathed in deeply and smiled slightly, her mind sent back to the libraries of her homeland in which she'd spent so much time. At a writing table at the far end of the chamber, lined with rows of shelves containing books and scrolls, sat a middle-aged man, also garbed in orange with the green crescent marking on his forehead. His head was not shaved, but his hair receded a bit. A set of spectacles sat poised on the brim of his nose…Alaria thought of the kindly guildmaster, Magister Kurklani, in Hawkview. The party stood in silence as the scribe-brother finished writing…whatever it was he was writing. He gently placed the plume in it’s holder and looked up. “Yes?” the man questioned, some annoyance in his tone. “What can I do for a mage, a paladin of Celradorn and…” Brother Berk paused as he looked over his high desk down upon Haelan, “…a hill-priest? …Interesting.” Alaria stated their news and asked if the Brother would be willing to conduct some augury for them to surmise if the goblin horde would come to Welford. The Brother listened to her, comlpetely dispassionate. “The gifts of the All-Knowing are not lightly entered into.” He said, apparently unconcerned by the news. “Besides, since it seems to be precognition you seek, the lady Rhea is a significantly more experienced seer than I.” With this he took up his quill and dunked it into the inkwell. Alaria, unsure how to answer, stood mouth agape. “Is that all?” he said, looking over his precariously perched glasses. “Um, well, there is also this,” Alaria added. She pulled the crystal orb from her pouch. Seeing the orb, the brother-scribe’s eyebrows rose ever so slightly. He lowered the glasses further down his nose til they sat just at the tip. His gaze intent on the crystal, he muttered, “Interesting.” “We believe…” began Alaria, “We believe it is somehow important to the purpose of this encroaching army. Do you think you can discern what it is? I, myself, have been unable to divine its power…other than it is definitely magical.” “And not evil in nature.” Added Coerraine. “No, obviously not.” Said Brother Berk, a bit of irritation in his voice at the paladin’s apparently ‘mundane’ assessment. “But should it fall into the wrong hands…and we actually got it from some very ‘wrong hands’” Haelan interjected, “might it be something dangerous?” Brother Berk held out his hand. Alaria gently placed it in the Sorilorr priest’s palm. A breeze passed through the room, papers rustled and all present looked to the windows. All of them were shut. “Interesting.” Said Brother Berk. “Leave it with me.” Before anyone could object, “I will see what I can find in my tomes. Come back tomorrow.” He said pointedly. “Due respect, Brother,” Alaria now said, having had just about enough of the man’s rude manner, “but we are to leave on the morrow. We have an audience with the Green Witch tonight. I will return for it after evening prayers to reclaim it.” Brother Berk looked at the magess in surprise, the first real expression he’d betrayed. “ Tell us what you can by then.” Bluntly finished Alaria. At this the Brother’s expression softened and a thin smile actually formed on his lips. “Indeed, magess. As you wish.” The trio nodded their thanks and left the rectory. Haelan stopped a moment, behind the others, as they crossed the park/lawn on their way back to the main road through town. A rustle in the trimmed hedgerow caught his attention. From his vantage point, nearer the ground than his companions, haelan thought he’d caught sa glimpse of brownish black fur. It was bushy, like a fox’s tail, Haelan thought. Alaria dismissed the halfling’s inquiries, supposing there probably were foxes in the area. “What about wolves?” the hilltender asked woefully. “Yes, Haelan, I would suppose there are wolves in the surrounding hills, too. I doubt any of them were seeking Brother Berk’s effervescent advice.” She retorted in annoyance and made her way back into town where the majority of the shops she’d seen had been. “I…ok, well, I think I’ll head back to the inn for some lunch. Are you hungry?” Haelan offered. Coerraine simply turned and shook his head with a shrug and followed Alaria, as was his duty. [/QUOTE]
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