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<blockquote data-quote="Myth and Legend" data-source="post: 5366808" data-attributes="member: 82679"><p>There is not much to do for the group until the Paladins pack their belongings and are ready to march out of Angelwatch. The sun is already an hour past zenith, and Ferviel had blessed everyone with the Noon Prayers of his God. The host now stands assembled, armour gleaming in the bright and clear fall day, gold and gems glittering, hinting at the might and riches of the church of Lathander.</p><p></p><p>A noisy crowd has now assembled at the Temple Square and alongside the Eastern Road that leads out of the city and towards the Valley. The roar of thousands of throats hums like a swarm of angry bees, while the Angelwatch Cirty Watch and Lord Balar's sworn swords keep the common folk a respectable distance from the gathered holy warriors and mercenaries.</p><p></p><p>The sight is awe inducing and splendid, a throng of mail clad Paladins and Clerics, equipped with shining gold plate and silvery chain, with the Dawning Sun engraved on their chests and shields. Behind them, a multitude of colourful and unique individuals, some with leather armour, others in plain grabs or even those in silken robes fit for royalty - they are like patches next to the homogeneous fabric of the followers of the Morninglord.</p><p></p><p>The group is arrayed in a neat fashion - four riders per row, with no end in sight to the column. Leading the parade is Lazarus Trimenheim, proud and stalwart on his white mount, his golden helmet resting beneath his left arm as he surveys the cheering crowds and waves occasionally. Next to the Paladin is Dawnbringer Ferviel, riding an orange spotted brown mare, the Cleric now giving blessings in the sign of Lathander to the peasantry and forcing a smile almost convincingly.</p><p></p><p>Behind them the rows continue on and on, until right behind the main group of the holy warriors and right before the mercenary companies, the unusual scouting party is situated. Fervial had given them their mission - they were to disassemble from the parade structure as soon as they left town, and were to ride ahead and scout until they reached the Lychgate some six miles North-East of Angelwatch.</p><p></p><p>Kye rides with Thok, Alevyth and Herriman right behind Lórquelië, Adelaide, Latham and Keht.</p><p></p><p>The procession advances slowly trough the street, the horses hooves clanking across the still damp pavement, the autumn sun's rays too weak to dissipate last night's rain. The Paladins were nice enough to provide horses for the group. Not before Ferviel reminded them that scouts needed mounts to be effective, of course. This seemed to annoy Adelaide even further, despite her having possession of her own fine black stallion.</p><p></p><p>Somewhere on the right, as the group passes trough town and with the Eastern Gate already in sight, Thok and Kye can see Merry and Jill on the side, waving two pieces of white cloth and throwing flower petals at the passing warriors. In fact the peasantry here is quite jubilant and is cheering loudly, throwing wild flowers and petals at the crusaders.</p><p></p><p>Suddenly, without warning, the frame of a small little girl, no older than four or five, scurries past the line of City Watchmen and yells at the passers by (this is in fact, Jill for those who've met her).</p><p><strong></strong></p><p><strong>"YOU ARE ALL GOING TO DIE! YOU ARE ALL GOING TO DIEEEEEEEEEE! DIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! DIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"</strong> She shrieks with a horrid voice, louder than even the cheering crowd. High pitched and chilling, this voice echoes in the narrow cobblestone street and startles some of the horses, while the girl glares at the passing army with milky white eyes, pointing a tiny finger. <strong>"YOU WILL DIE ALL AND MAGGOTS WILL EAT YOUR FLESH! ALL OF YOU! DEAD DEAD DEAD DEAAAAAAD!"</strong> She froths at the mouth as she screams with a wicked voice, much too loud for a little girl her age and size.</p><p></p><p>The guardsmen seem stumped and sit there for a moment, dumbfounded. Some of the paladins eye the girl with concern, others even place their hands on the hilts of their weapons. Adelaide turns to her right and blinks with surprise, while Merry tries to squirm past the guards and retrieve her sister.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Myth and Legend, post: 5366808, member: 82679"] There is not much to do for the group until the Paladins pack their belongings and are ready to march out of Angelwatch. The sun is already an hour past zenith, and Ferviel had blessed everyone with the Noon Prayers of his God. The host now stands assembled, armour gleaming in the bright and clear fall day, gold and gems glittering, hinting at the might and riches of the church of Lathander. A noisy crowd has now assembled at the Temple Square and alongside the Eastern Road that leads out of the city and towards the Valley. The roar of thousands of throats hums like a swarm of angry bees, while the Angelwatch Cirty Watch and Lord Balar's sworn swords keep the common folk a respectable distance from the gathered holy warriors and mercenaries. The sight is awe inducing and splendid, a throng of mail clad Paladins and Clerics, equipped with shining gold plate and silvery chain, with the Dawning Sun engraved on their chests and shields. Behind them, a multitude of colourful and unique individuals, some with leather armour, others in plain grabs or even those in silken robes fit for royalty - they are like patches next to the homogeneous fabric of the followers of the Morninglord. The group is arrayed in a neat fashion - four riders per row, with no end in sight to the column. Leading the parade is Lazarus Trimenheim, proud and stalwart on his white mount, his golden helmet resting beneath his left arm as he surveys the cheering crowds and waves occasionally. Next to the Paladin is Dawnbringer Ferviel, riding an orange spotted brown mare, the Cleric now giving blessings in the sign of Lathander to the peasantry and forcing a smile almost convincingly. Behind them the rows continue on and on, until right behind the main group of the holy warriors and right before the mercenary companies, the unusual scouting party is situated. Fervial had given them their mission - they were to disassemble from the parade structure as soon as they left town, and were to ride ahead and scout until they reached the Lychgate some six miles North-East of Angelwatch. Kye rides with Thok, Alevyth and Herriman right behind Lórquelië, Adelaide, Latham and Keht. The procession advances slowly trough the street, the horses hooves clanking across the still damp pavement, the autumn sun's rays too weak to dissipate last night's rain. The Paladins were nice enough to provide horses for the group. Not before Ferviel reminded them that scouts needed mounts to be effective, of course. This seemed to annoy Adelaide even further, despite her having possession of her own fine black stallion. Somewhere on the right, as the group passes trough town and with the Eastern Gate already in sight, Thok and Kye can see Merry and Jill on the side, waving two pieces of white cloth and throwing flower petals at the passing warriors. In fact the peasantry here is quite jubilant and is cheering loudly, throwing wild flowers and petals at the crusaders. Suddenly, without warning, the frame of a small little girl, no older than four or five, scurries past the line of City Watchmen and yells at the passers by (this is in fact, Jill for those who've met her). [B] "YOU ARE ALL GOING TO DIE! YOU ARE ALL GOING TO DIEEEEEEEEEE! DIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! DIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"[/B] She shrieks with a horrid voice, louder than even the cheering crowd. High pitched and chilling, this voice echoes in the narrow cobblestone street and startles some of the horses, while the girl glares at the passing army with milky white eyes, pointing a tiny finger. [B]"YOU WILL DIE ALL AND MAGGOTS WILL EAT YOUR FLESH! ALL OF YOU! DEAD DEAD DEAD DEAAAAAAD!"[/B] She froths at the mouth as she screams with a wicked voice, much too loud for a little girl her age and size. The guardsmen seem stumped and sit there for a moment, dumbfounded. Some of the paladins eye the girl with concern, others even place their hands on the hilts of their weapons. Adelaide turns to her right and blinks with surprise, while Merry tries to squirm past the guards and retrieve her sister. [/QUOTE]
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