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<blockquote data-quote="Funeris" data-source="post: 2503293" data-attributes="member: 22792"><p><strong>Chapter 2: Journey into Darkness</strong></p><p></p><p>Mayor Rowan chuckled warmly, his laugh combining with the jubilant laughter of all except Gabrielle. The halfling’s eyes wavered on the verge of tears. Across her cheek, a slight wound split open. Limply, one of the horsehair, lute strings danced above the floor broken and useless. [1]</p><p></p><p> Aramil slid across the bench to the girl and wrapped his arm around her shoulder. “It’s alright, Gab. The lute’s been through a lot. We can always find new strings.” The half-elf smiled a roguish grin and added, “And trust me, she really is a magnificent player.” Just out of view, Aramil crossed his fingers.</p><p></p><p>The laughter died out slowly after Cassock healed the halfling’s wounds. He whispered his own encouragement to the bard, as well as a promise to purchase new strings as soon as possible. Sitting once again, the priest reclined in the high-back chair, rubbing an ale-warmed hand across his belly. Cassock motioned to the long wooden table, whereupon rested the emptied food dishes and bottles of beverage. On a large spit, just behind the table, rested the largest deer Cassock had ever seen. </p><p></p><p>“Mayor Rowan, I must thank you profusely for your hospitality. Truly, I’ve not had such a glorious meal for quite some time.” Cassock grinned like a child. </p><p></p><p>“Well Master Cassock, I will give the cooks your praise, for they deserve it more than I.”</p><p></p><p>A slight cough interrupted the merry and idle chatter. Ana leaned forward in her own chair, lying the fabric napkin upon her plate and spoke, “Father, I am going with Cassock in the morning.” The mayor’s mouth opened in response, however Ana interjected again, “It would be for the best. Against a band of nearly twenty thieves and murderers, I’m sure the priest will need some aide.”</p><p></p><p>“Hey! We’re going too!” Gabrielle shrieked.</p><p></p><p>“And while I have no doubt that you are qualified for such a task, I still think Cassock needs more help than just the two of you. Twenty men will be hard to overcome with just the three of you. I know this area, know the trails. I did grow up here. My experience would be invaluable, at the least.” </p><p></p><p>“I had hoped you were going to stay for some time,” the mayor grumbled.</p><p></p><p>“Speaking of,” Cassock added, “what exactly are your qualifications?” He turned his eyes toward the halfling and half-elf. “Obviously Ana has experience around here. And her blade looks used, I have no doubt she can wield it. But?” He questioningly glanced at the pair.</p><p></p><p>“Um,” Aramil began, a mischievous smile spreading across his face, “she plays a mean lute.” A quick jab in the ribs from the halfling silenced the rogue’s laughter.</p><p></p><p>“I know lots of stuff too,” Gabrielle angrily added.</p><p></p><p>“Of course.” Cassock bowed his head in mock acceptance.</p><p></p><p>“You won’t stay just a bit longer daughter?” </p><p></p><p>“Father, we will have more time to speak when I return. Now, I fear it is nearly the witching hour. If we’re going to get an early start, I’d like to go and pay my last respects tonight. If you’ll excuse me,” Anastrianna Rowen stood from her spot and headed toward the door.</p><p></p><p>“Now, Lady,” Cassock interjected, “A graveyard is no place for a Lady at night. I will be accompanying you.” The priest rose as well, slipping his warmace into its leather strap.</p><p></p><p>“I’m coming too!” Gabrielle shouted as she slipped the useless lute over her back. </p><p></p><p>Aramil sighed, “No rest for the wicked.”</p><p></p><p>“If I can’t dissuade you daughter,” Mayor Rowen began, “I’ll have rooms prepared for when you return from the cemetery.” Each gave their thanks before slipping quietly out the door and into the darkest hour of night.</p><p></p><p>-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------</p><p></p><p>[1] – I can’t remember what Gabrielle’s player rolled…but it was either a 1, 2 or 3 for the Performance check…so voila…the strings broke, she was out of tune…etc. <img src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite8" alt=":D" title="Big grin :D" loading="lazy" data-shortname=":D" /></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Funeris, post: 2503293, member: 22792"] [b]Chapter 2: Journey into Darkness[/b] Mayor Rowan chuckled warmly, his laugh combining with the jubilant laughter of all except Gabrielle. The halfling’s eyes wavered on the verge of tears. Across her cheek, a slight wound split open. Limply, one of the horsehair, lute strings danced above the floor broken and useless. [1] Aramil slid across the bench to the girl and wrapped his arm around her shoulder. “It’s alright, Gab. The lute’s been through a lot. We can always find new strings.” The half-elf smiled a roguish grin and added, “And trust me, she really is a magnificent player.” Just out of view, Aramil crossed his fingers. The laughter died out slowly after Cassock healed the halfling’s wounds. He whispered his own encouragement to the bard, as well as a promise to purchase new strings as soon as possible. Sitting once again, the priest reclined in the high-back chair, rubbing an ale-warmed hand across his belly. Cassock motioned to the long wooden table, whereupon rested the emptied food dishes and bottles of beverage. On a large spit, just behind the table, rested the largest deer Cassock had ever seen. “Mayor Rowan, I must thank you profusely for your hospitality. Truly, I’ve not had such a glorious meal for quite some time.” Cassock grinned like a child. “Well Master Cassock, I will give the cooks your praise, for they deserve it more than I.” A slight cough interrupted the merry and idle chatter. Ana leaned forward in her own chair, lying the fabric napkin upon her plate and spoke, “Father, I am going with Cassock in the morning.” The mayor’s mouth opened in response, however Ana interjected again, “It would be for the best. Against a band of nearly twenty thieves and murderers, I’m sure the priest will need some aide.” “Hey! We’re going too!” Gabrielle shrieked. “And while I have no doubt that you are qualified for such a task, I still think Cassock needs more help than just the two of you. Twenty men will be hard to overcome with just the three of you. I know this area, know the trails. I did grow up here. My experience would be invaluable, at the least.” “I had hoped you were going to stay for some time,” the mayor grumbled. “Speaking of,” Cassock added, “what exactly are your qualifications?” He turned his eyes toward the halfling and half-elf. “Obviously Ana has experience around here. And her blade looks used, I have no doubt she can wield it. But?” He questioningly glanced at the pair. “Um,” Aramil began, a mischievous smile spreading across his face, “she plays a mean lute.” A quick jab in the ribs from the halfling silenced the rogue’s laughter. “I know lots of stuff too,” Gabrielle angrily added. “Of course.” Cassock bowed his head in mock acceptance. “You won’t stay just a bit longer daughter?” “Father, we will have more time to speak when I return. Now, I fear it is nearly the witching hour. If we’re going to get an early start, I’d like to go and pay my last respects tonight. If you’ll excuse me,” Anastrianna Rowen stood from her spot and headed toward the door. “Now, Lady,” Cassock interjected, “A graveyard is no place for a Lady at night. I will be accompanying you.” The priest rose as well, slipping his warmace into its leather strap. “I’m coming too!” Gabrielle shouted as she slipped the useless lute over her back. Aramil sighed, “No rest for the wicked.” “If I can’t dissuade you daughter,” Mayor Rowen began, “I’ll have rooms prepared for when you return from the cemetery.” Each gave their thanks before slipping quietly out the door and into the darkest hour of night. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- [1] – I can’t remember what Gabrielle’s player rolled…but it was either a 1, 2 or 3 for the Performance check…so voila…the strings broke, she was out of tune…etc. :D [/QUOTE]
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