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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Shun001" data-source="post: 6694841" data-attributes="member: 6799455">KryslogiousKryslogious stops walking away from Alic to listen to his reply, invoking some memories of Chival."What is the mattereth with thou? didn't thou already spendeth a whole curs'd day walking?" Gregith the Taller complained to Kryslogious.It was a dark day, the rain poured in droves across the open hillside of Chival as a small tired detachment of about 30 Chivalan soldiers marched through the entrenching mud. You could see fatigue and starvation mixed with despair across each uncovered face. Kryslogious halts his march turning to a shorter man standing 5'5" with a broad build and even broader beard. he stood wearing half plate and a T visored helm which had a hawk head pattern leading to his earthen feather covered cloak which covered his shoulders down to his feet. He was a half dwarf carrying a flail on his hip and a spear on his back."Tis dead Greigith! Vespasian is dead and the damn cultists marcheth to endeth our life!" Kryslogious angrily grabs Greigith's cloak bringing him close as Kryslogious continued to break down. "He was mine cater-cousin, he was mine savi'r, mine saint! in his dunnest hour he casteth me aroint so the oth'rs wouldst not suffereth his fate. 'tis the lasteth serviceth I can rend to mine lord and I intendeth to keepeth that gage."Greigith with an outstretched arm pushed Kryslogious' head against his and replied calmly. "Tis must tear thee to pieces knowing thee could not stayeth to protect him. Thee two wend back many seasons together, and I wilt not sayeth I understandeth thy pain, but bethink of thy men. those gents can only wend so far broken of faith and devoid of hope. alloweth us rest ere we continueth, at least til this storm passeth."Kryslogious calmed himself as he felt the peering of his men upon them. "Hark, the forest is neigh. Alloweth us proceed so we can setteth up our camp on sturdy land. we shalt continueth upon the mor'n."Kryslogious comes back to the present turning to Alic. "Aye, bad ale is better than no ale... you know Alic you just reminded me of Greigith the Taller."He uncorked the keg and proceeded to place the contents into a free bowl. It was hard to tell the hue or type of brew in the dim fire but upon drinking one thing was for certain."Ghastly, you sure this was not the bucket he held between his mule's legs!?" The warm alcohol fettered with a putrid tone from poor sanitation, rogue yeast had spoiled whatever hope it had in its body and turned it sour and bitter. Kryslogious laughs and offers the keg to Alic "comeon your turn!"All the while Kryslogious listens to Malic and Ordechai between his conversation picking up what he can.</blockquote>

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