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<blockquote data-quote="theredrobedwizard" data-source="post: 3211531" data-attributes="member: 21340">Chapter 2.1: Temple of the Sovereign Host[One year earlier.]&quot;I swear, I honestly didn't mean for that to happen,&quot; the young priest said apologetically.&quot;Ya know,&quot; Raczel replied, &quot;I think you did that on purpose.&nbsp; The arrow hit me in the calf, why were your hands under my skirt?&quot;&quot;I... uh... um... it was the will of the Sovereigns?&quot; the young man said pensively.&quot;And I'm the queen of the Mournlands,&quot; Raczel said, standing up and walking away from the overzealous priest.&nbsp; She shruged it off, seemed that every day, some guy was trying to get a little bit closer to her.'Sometimes I wonder if I took the Vow of Chastity because of my devotions to the Host,' Raczel thought to herself, 'or as another excuse to keep guys like him away.'She walked into the courtyard, trying to find some way to escape the drudgery of northern Breland's farming towns.&nbsp; She couldn't imagine anyplace else in the world could be more boring.Looking at her feet as she walked, she came across a crumpled up piece of paper.It read: &quot;Healer sought for private archaeology endevour. Must possess adventurous spirit and three to five years applicable experience as a healer...&quot;'Well,' Raczel thought, 'I may not have all the experience required, but anything is better than staying here with Sexual Harassment Shifter over there.'The note continued: &quot;Interested applicants should apply in person at Morgrave University in Sharn by the 12th of Nymm.&nbsp; Ask for Professor Joithrana Benetharas.&quot;&quot;Sharn?&quot; Raczel said with disbelief, &quot;By Nymm 12th? That's tomorrow.&nbsp; How am I going to make it that far?&quot;&quot;Did you say you're going to Sharn?&quot; came a voice from behind her, &quot;I just so happen to be going there myself, and would love your company along the way.&quot;Raczel wheeled around, ready to punch that shifty Shifter, when she met face to face with a man in a shiny metal shirt.&nbsp; His black hair was kept shortly cropped, and a pair of axes hung at his waist.&quot;Umm... thanks, but I don't seem to have any money,&quot; Raczel said dejectedly, &quot;Vow of Poverty and all that.&quot;&quot;That's okay, me and my sister just got back from rummaging through the catacombs of some Dhakaani King, and we've got money to spare,&quot; the man said, &quot;besides, it's the honorable thing to do.&quot;&quot;I... uh...,&quot; Raczel stammered, &quot;Alright, I'll go with you.&quot;&quot;I guess I'll just have to take the fare out in trade for your 'services',&quot; the young man said with a wink.&nbsp; The wink must have gone unnoticed.&quot;By the Sovereigns,&quot; Raczel yelled, &quot;if you think I'm going to have relations with you for the cost of a ticket to Sharn...&quot;&quot;Relax,&quot; said a young woman who had pretty much come out of nowhere, &quot;He's just messing around.&nbsp; Myk wouldn't dream of doing something like that.&quot;Raczel let out a relieved sigh.&quot;Oh no, he'd much rather wait for you to be deep in your sacremental wine before taking advantage of you,&quot; the girl said before she burst out laughing.&quot;Mika, shut up,&quot; Myk stated bluntly.&quot;Ok, so we're clear,&quot; Raczel reiterated, &quot;no hanky-panky.&quot;&quot;Not unless you ask me nicely,&quot; Myk said flirtatiously.&quot;So,&quot; Raczel asked impatiently, &quot;when do we leave?&quot;&quot;As soon as the other two members of our party show up,&quot; Mika replied.&quot;Yeah,&quot; Mykel continued, &quot;a guy I grew up with back in Aundair, and some guy that Mika met at Morgrave University while she was a student there.&quot;&quot;You went to college?&quot; Raczel asked mockingly, &quot;I didn't realize they taught classes in hooliganry and second story property absconding.&quot;&quot;That's nine tenths of Morgrave's curriculum,&quot; Mika replied.&quot;Go gather your things,&quot; Mykel said, &quot;they should be along shortly.&quot;Raczel walked towards her dormitory and began to pack her things.&nbsp; When she returned, there were two others approaching her new travelling companions; a very stereotypical knight-in-shining-armor type and what appeared to be a very large half-orc barbarian.The knight approached Mykel and gave him a manly handshake and the two began to chat.&nbsp; Mika smiled when she saw the burly half-orc approach her and sweep her into his arms.&nbsp; He sat her down before he suddenly became a dashing young human.&nbsp; Raczel had never met a changeling before; at least, she didn't recal meeting one.&nbsp; Raczel approached the group nervously.&quot;Oh yeah,&quot; Mykel said, &quot;this is... umm... I didn't catch your name.&quot;&quot;Raczel Cladden,&quot; she said.&quot;Right, Raczel,&quot; Myk continued, &quot;she's coming with us to Sharn.&quot;&quot;O rly?!&quot; came a screech from behind Mykel.&quot;What the crap was that?&quot; Raczel asked with a start.&quot;That's just Myk's owl, Orly,&quot; the knight replied, &quot;it's an annoyance, but far less so than Taelor's old Iron Defender 'Jawesome'.&quot;&quot;Jawesome was a good metal dog,&quot; the changeling said, &quot;sure, he liked to bite people, and he was moderately evil... but that's besides the point.&nbsp; Besides, still cooler than the Poke-Horse.&quot;&quot;You leave Trig out of this,&quot; the knight said defensively.&quot;Anyway,&quot; Mika interrupted, &quot;this is Jaysen and Taelor.&quot;&quot;Pleased to meet you both,&quot; Raczel said, &quot;so, what're you going to Sharn for?&quot;The group began to walk towards the Airship platform, all the while chatting amongst themselves.&quot;Well, Mika's former professor of 'Old and Possibly Really Old Things' is starting a freelance Archaeology business, and she invited us to tag along,&quot; Taelor said as he mimiced Raczel.&quot;I, uh... That's really creepy,&quot; Raczel said, &quot;could you please not do that anymore?&quot;&quot;Do what anymore?&quot; Taelor replied.&quot;Nevermind,&quot; Raczel continued, &quot;It does seem that we're going to the same place for the same purpose...&quot;&quot;It must be the will of the Silver Flame,&quot; Jaysen interrupted, &quot;for only the brilliant shining fire of the Cleansing Flame could bring us together in this hour of need.&quot;&quot;Hour of need?&nbsp; Sure, we're a little light on cash, but I'm pretty sure we could sell that shiny sword of yours and feed a city for a week,&quot; Myk said.&quot;Mukkalakkahinicomonyuwanaleime is not to be sold,&quot; Jaysen exclaimed, &quot;this sword has been in my family for 400 years!&quot;&quot;Jaysen,&quot; Mika said, &quot;we found that sword two weeks ago.&quot;&quot;Shut it up, you,&quot; Jaysen replied annoyedly.The group eventually reached the Airship docks and stowed their gear. 'This could be the start of a bumpy and stressing friendship,' Raczel thought.-----------TRRW</blockquote>

[QUOTE="theredrobedwizard, post: 3211531, member: 21340"] [b]Chapter 2.1: Temple of the Sovereign Host[/b] [One year earlier.] "I swear, I honestly didn't mean for that to happen," the young priest said apologetically. "Ya know," Raczel replied, "I think you did that on purpose. The arrow hit me in the calf, why were your hands under my skirt?" "I... uh... um... it was the will of the Sovereigns?" the young man said pensively. "And I'm the queen of the Mournlands," Raczel said, standing up and walking away from the overzealous priest. She shruged it off, seemed that every day, some guy was trying to get a little bit closer to her. 'Sometimes I wonder if I took the Vow of Chastity because of my devotions to the Host,' Raczel thought to herself, 'or as another excuse to keep guys like him away.' She walked into the courtyard, trying to find some way to escape the drudgery of northern Breland's farming towns. She couldn't imagine anyplace else in the world could be more boring. Looking at her feet as she walked, she came across a crumpled up piece of paper. It read: "Healer sought for private archaeology endevour. Must possess adventurous spirit and three to five years applicable experience as a healer..." 'Well,' Raczel thought, 'I may not have all the experience required, but anything is better than staying here with Sexual Harassment Shifter over there.' The note continued: "Interested applicants should apply in person at Morgrave University in Sharn by the 12th of Nymm. Ask for Professor Joithrana Benetharas." "Sharn?" Raczel said with disbelief, "By Nymm 12th? That's tomorrow. How am I going to make it that far?" "Did you say you're going to Sharn?" came a voice from behind her, "I just so happen to be going there myself, and would love your company along the way." Raczel wheeled around, ready to punch that shifty Shifter, when she met face to face with a man in a shiny metal shirt. His black hair was kept shortly cropped, and a pair of axes hung at his waist. "Umm... thanks, but I don't seem to have any money," Raczel said dejectedly, "Vow of Poverty and all that." "That's okay, me and my sister just got back from rummaging through the catacombs of some Dhakaani King, and we've got money to spare," the man said, "besides, it's the honorable thing to do." "I... uh...," Raczel stammered, "Alright, I'll go with you." "I guess I'll just have to take the fare out in trade for your 'services'," the young man said with a wink. The wink must have gone unnoticed. "By the Sovereigns," Raczel yelled, "if you think I'm going to have relations with you for the cost of a ticket to Sharn..." "Relax," said a young woman who had pretty much come out of nowhere, "He's just messing around. Myk wouldn't dream of doing something like that." Raczel let out a relieved sigh. "Oh no, he'd much rather wait for you to be deep in your sacremental wine before taking advantage of you," the girl said before she burst out laughing. "Mika, shut up," Myk stated bluntly. "Ok, so we're clear," Raczel reiterated, "no hanky-panky." "Not unless you ask me nicely," Myk said flirtatiously. "So," Raczel asked impatiently, "when do we leave?" "As soon as the other two members of our party show up," Mika replied. "Yeah," Mykel continued, "a guy I grew up with back in Aundair, and some guy that Mika met at Morgrave University while she was a student there." "You went to college?" Raczel asked mockingly, "I didn't realize they taught classes in hooliganry and second story property absconding." "That's nine tenths of Morgrave's curriculum," Mika replied. "Go gather your things," Mykel said, "they should be along shortly." Raczel walked towards her dormitory and began to pack her things. When she returned, there were two others approaching her new travelling companions; a very stereotypical knight-in-shining-armor type and what appeared to be a very large half-orc barbarian. The knight approached Mykel and gave him a manly handshake and the two began to chat. Mika smiled when she saw the burly half-orc approach her and sweep her into his arms. He sat her down before he suddenly became a dashing young human. Raczel had never met a changeling before; at least, she didn't recal meeting one. Raczel approached the group nervously. "Oh yeah," Mykel said, "this is... umm... I didn't catch your name." "Raczel Cladden," she said. "Right, Raczel," Myk continued, "she's coming with us to Sharn." "O rly?!" came a screech from behind Mykel. "What the crap was that?" Raczel asked with a start. "That's just Myk's owl, Orly," the knight replied, "it's an annoyance, but far less so than Taelor's old Iron Defender 'Jawesome'." "Jawesome was a good metal dog," the changeling said, "sure, he liked to bite people, and he was moderately evil... but that's besides the point. Besides, still cooler than the Poke-Horse." "You leave Trig out of this," the knight said defensively. "Anyway," Mika interrupted, "this is Jaysen and Taelor." "Pleased to meet you both," Raczel said, "so, what're you going to Sharn for?" The group began to walk towards the Airship platform, all the while chatting amongst themselves. "Well, Mika's former professor of 'Old and Possibly Really Old Things' is starting a freelance Archaeology business, and she invited us to tag along," Taelor said as he mimiced Raczel. "I, uh... That's really creepy," Raczel said, "could you please not do that anymore?" "Do what anymore?" Taelor replied. "Nevermind," Raczel continued, "It does seem that we're going to the same place for the same purpose..." "It must be the will of the Silver Flame," Jaysen interrupted, "for only the brilliant shining fire of the Cleansing Flame could bring us together in this hour of need." "Hour of need? Sure, we're a little light on cash, but I'm pretty sure we could sell that shiny sword of yours and feed a city for a week," Myk said. "Mukkalakkahinicomonyuwanaleime is not to be sold," Jaysen exclaimed, "this sword has been in my family for 400 years!" "Jaysen," Mika said, "we found that sword two weeks ago." "Shut it up, you," Jaysen replied annoyedly. The group eventually reached the Airship docks and stowed their gear. 'This could be the start of a bumpy and stressing friendship,' Raczel thought. ---------- -TRRW [/QUOTE]

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