Arcanis: The Spear of the Lohgin

[GnomeWorks]

"If we are to die," Visha says loudly, joining the other three, "then we shall... and in the end, all die. It is the natural way of things."

"However, some things are less natural than others... this plague, for instance. Surely it has an origin here, somewhere? Though I know not whether it is natural or not, I have an impression of a suspicion that it is not... and a preacher of death? Perhaps you are the source of the plague..."

 

[Argent Silvermage]

"Please Visha, He is allowed to follow whatever faith he chooses." Gideon adresses the crowd again his holy symbol of Hurrian sparkeling in the light. "Good people, There are better ways to live this day. I promise you that Hurrian will wash this plague away soon enough. But if you choose to follow the old priest than you have no one to blame for your demise, for negitive thoughts bring ill omens and dark times."

 

[GnomeWorks]

"I said nothing of his faith." Visha says, scowling. "I merely find it interesting that such a preacher is here..."

He pauses while Gideon speaks to the crowd, scowling at the mention of Hurrian, but the scowl quickly turns into a mischevious smile when Gideon speaks of the 'ill omens' listening to the preacher will bring.

"Yes, always placing your faith in the gods... well, as you said, men can place their faith in whatever gods they choose... are you done preaching now? Or would you like to continue telling them that listening to the old man will only bring them death?... sounds like you are a hypocrite, Gideon..."

He smiles cruelly, then backs away slightly from the rest of the group, anticipating some form of retribution.

 

[Argent Silvermage]

Gideon scowls at the druid and then says, "It would appear that I have been repremanded by Visha. Will wonders never cease?" He walks over to the druid and says, "I don't understand why you are with us other than to fulfil the need for someone of your 'Ilk' within the party. But please do not disrespect myself or anyone else in the Duke's garrison in front of the Duke's people. I am Trying to lift thier spirits not have them crushed lower."

 

[Blockader7]

"Please gentle people. Calm your troubled souls. There is an old saying of the Order; as the fly walks on the wall, so goes the bread.

"We are here to seek an end to this plague. That is of utmost importance. That is the only thing that matters at this point.

"Good sir, your words while, good intentioned, have an ill effect on this populace. It does nothing to create oneness with peace but brings about a pile of broken bricks where upon a castle had once been built.

"If you have real knowledge of this plague, then perhaps it would raise the sun on the field."

 

[Argent Silvermage]

"Please gentle people. Calm your troubled souls. There is an old saying of the Order; as the fly walks on the wall, so goes the bread.

"We are here to seek an end to this plague. That is of utmost importance. That is the only thing that matters at this point.

"Good sir, your words while, good intentioned, have an ill effect on this populace. It does nothing to create oneness with peace but brings about a pile of broken bricks where upon a castle had once been built.

"If you have real knowledge of this plague, then perhaps it would raise the sun on the field."

OOC: What?

 

[GnomeWorks]

"Cadwyn, Cadwyn... we have a way with words, don't we?" Visha asks venomously. "Perhaps you should word yourself so that the lowly commoners of the world can understand your higher ideals." His voice is heavy with sarcasm. "Or are they not worth your time?"

"However, your opinion on the plague is mine, as well... we must find it's source, and destroy it. The sooner, the better."

Good post, blockader7. I liked the sayings you used to replace more common phrases.

 

[Blockader7]

OOC: What?

OOC:
Just trying out some roleplaying ideas.

 

[Blockader7]

"Cadwyn, Cadwyn... we have a way with words, don't we?" Visha asks venomously. "Perhaps you should word yourself so that the lowly commoners of the world can understand your higher ideals." His voice is heavy with sarcasm. "Or are they not worth your time?"

"However, your opinion on the plague is mine, as well... we must find it's source, and destroy it. The sooner, the better."

Good post, blockader7. I liked the sayings you used to replace more common phrases.

OOC: Thanks.

IC:

"These good people are not gnats to be swatted away by the horse's tail. We all seek to put an end to this plague good sir."

 

[GnomeWorks]

Gideon
Gideon scowls at the druid and then says, "It would appear that I have been repremanded by Visha. Will wonders never cease?" He walks over to the druid and says, "I don't understand why you are with us other than to fulfil the need for someone of your 'Ilk' within the party. But please do not disrespect myself or anyone else in the Duke's garrison in front of the Duke's people. I am Trying to lift thier spirits not have them crushed lower."

"I am with you," Visha says venomously, "because I was summoned by the Duke. This is as pleasant for me as it is for you, Gideon." He spits out the name as though it were dust in his mouth. "Being around your kind is like living by a beehive. Always buzzing, always busy, a constant irritation... but all that noise is, in the end, for nothing of substance."

He laughs at the idea of trying to lift the spirits of the villagers. "And you were doing a fair job, as well... preaching about how one of their ilk is only bringing the community down and bringing death to their doors ever sooner. Oh, excellent job, Gideon."

"As for not showing disrespect... oh, very well." Visha says. "After all, who should not show respect to a holy warrior such as thyself?" He bows low, and the entire action drips with sarcasm. "How honored I am to be in the presence of the Duke's chosen, a holy warrior of Hurrian."

Visha sneers at Gideon, his eyes narrowing. When he speaks, his voice is low enough that only Gideon can hear, and harsh, but deadly serious.

"Listen to me now, and listen very carefully... if you lead, I will follow... I am not a leader, and I will not pretend that I am. If you tell me now, that you will lead this pathetic little group in finding the source of the plague, and will not stop in destroying that source, no matter what it is, then I will take my place and show no further disrespect... in public, or when it would matter to your puny little ego. However, should you hestitate now, for one instant, on giving me your oath that you will do this thing and lead this group, then I will decide that your puny little complaints are not worth my time. I will cooperate with you in finding the source, yes, but beyond that, you should expect little help from me. But I want your decision - nay, your oath - now."