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Message: <blockquote data-quote="dpdx" data-source="post: 607876" data-attributes="member: 188">Warning - long.[OOC: Begging your pardon, I was looking forward to this particular opportunity to roleplay. (Could you tell? <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile    :)"  data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /> ) Thank you for bearing with me.]Fendric is already awake, dressed (in the "recruitment" studded leather) and ready to go when Exantrius enters his room.  Moving about the room to collect his flail, Fendric tries (but fails) to be quiet so Niccolo can get his sleep."Good morning, Sir Exantrius!", Fendric whispers a little too loudly. "May the Light bless you and keep you in its dawning!"Fendric, beaming, exits the room forthwith, and is easily as chatty as Sir Exantrius on the walk to the Temple. Most of the conversation, having to do with Fendric's life at the Temple, and his current situation ("Two moons leave!") is on Fendric's end, mainly due to his boundless enthusiasm to go adventuring..."Would you believe, Sir Exantrius, that I've never before left Hedrogura? It's true!! The most excitement I've ever had in my life was the two times I was hired to heal fighters in the Pits! I've always longed to see the countryside; The Shining One has truly blessed me to allow me to accompany you on this righteous mission!"Once they arrive at the Temple, Fendric proudly introduces Sir Exantrius to Father Brewek and his brethren."And this is Brother Asgriff..."Light keep you, good Sir!And you as well, Brother... Asgriff?Once introductions are over with, Fendric's brethren find Exantrius a comfortable space in the Altar room, while Fendric steps into Father Brewek's office..."So, Fendric, I see you found something to DO with yourself on annual leave. Splendid!""Yes, Father! I'll return the recruitment armor to the armory as soon as I've gathered my things...""Oh, no need, young Brother!""Father?""No, I won't have an officer of the Faith going out and looking like a common brigand. The armor you wear is now yours. When you return to us..."(IF I return to you... alive...)"...you can bring it back. You'll likely have procured armor more suitable for a righteous son of Pelor by then, anyway. Something in chainmail, or even (Light Be Praised) full plate...""But Father, whatever will the others do?""The Light will continue to shine on this humble altar. We've almost got enough in collections for another set, anyway.""I was unsuccessful, except for Sir Exantrius, but he's already a true believer...""It is, as I expected...""Father?""Fendric, why do you think I send you out on such missions?""To be honest, Father, I have no rightly idea. Nor, I suspect, do my Brethren."Brewek jumped all over him:"You're probably all convinced that the doddering old man you see before you has lost his nut, aren't you? That he's got you toting worshippers to the Light from bars, where they're least likely to come from, eh? Admit it!""Well, okay, yes--""--WRONG, young Brother! It's so that you can feel confidence in YOURSELF [tapping Fendric's breastplate for emphasis] and pride in your FAITH. If you can stand up to uphold the LIGHT in a roomful of people you've never MET, can't TRUST, and who might likely be able to KILL you, then The Shining One SMILES upon you, wherever you GO!"For once, Fendric was speechless. Brewek was smiling."Now go get your things, Fendric. You mustn't keep Sir Exantrius waiting...""Yes, Father. Light bless you, sir."________(We now return you to your regularly scheduled programming.)Fendric attaches his pack to the horse. Fendric's pack weighs roughly 70 pounds - medium encumbrance.</blockquote>

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