Maidhc O Casain
Na Bith Mo Riocht Tá!
Interlude
"Open up, I say! They are almost upon me! I cannot fight them off again!"
"Open up, I say! They are almost upon me! I cannot fight them off again!"
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Maidhc O Casain
Na Bith Mo Riocht Tá!
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"I agree with Master Gavril, let's open the door, whatever is pursuing him is headed this way anyway, and we will have strength in numbers."
I will live to see my former master avenged...
"Master Longbow, we would be honored to have your magnificent bow ready to unleash hell on that door."
"I agree with Master Gavril, let's open the door, whatever is pursuing him is headed this way anyway, and we will have strength in numbers."
I will live to see my former master avenged...
"Master Longbow, we would be honored to have your magnificent bow ready to unleash hell on that door."
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Athelstan hates himself
Athelstan feels particularly guilty about dealing the death blow to one of the ghouls. With the other two unconcious, he wonders if the whole ordeal was really as extreme as it seemed to be at the time.
He feels low about this and wonders what words he'll find to offer comfort and apology to Dorothea. Can her other two children be turned back to what they were?
And what's this buisiness with someone at the door? What do I care about another weary traveller when I've just killed a woman's child, though it were a ghoul at the time? How I hate myself... how they all must. For they all subdued their attackers, whereas I crushed the skull of mine with this stinking flail I use for defense. Hah! "Defense"? Who's defense? When I start flinging this thing around, 'tis others that would need defense from my foolish brand of protection.
I say let the door open... if a threat abounds, point me in the suitable direction. Seems all I'm good for is hurting and killing those around me. So open the door and give me again a reason to continue with my cursed existence.
Athelstan feels particularly guilty about dealing the death blow to one of the ghouls. With the other two unconcious, he wonders if the whole ordeal was really as extreme as it seemed to be at the time.
He feels low about this and wonders what words he'll find to offer comfort and apology to Dorothea. Can her other two children be turned back to what they were?
And what's this buisiness with someone at the door? What do I care about another weary traveller when I've just killed a woman's child, though it were a ghoul at the time? How I hate myself... how they all must. For they all subdued their attackers, whereas I crushed the skull of mine with this stinking flail I use for defense. Hah! "Defense"? Who's defense? When I start flinging this thing around, 'tis others that would need defense from my foolish brand of protection.
I say let the door open... if a threat abounds, point me in the suitable direction. Seems all I'm good for is hurting and killing those around me. So open the door and give me again a reason to continue with my cursed existence.
Maidhc O Casain
Na Bith Mo Riocht Tá!
. . . and Another Begins
"Aaaarrrgh!"
You all hear something thunk into the door, followed by a loud thud and the sound of many small somethings rattling against the shutters and door.
"I'd knock this door off its hinges, were it not for the fact that we'll need it for our defense! Now in the name of all that's Holy, LET ME IN!"
With an almost trancelike look upon his face, Kurdy Deel moves quickly toward the door . . .
All of you feel a strong compulsion to move to the door and open it, but all are able to resist if you wish.
"Aaaarrrgh!"
You all hear something thunk into the door, followed by a loud thud and the sound of many small somethings rattling against the shutters and door.
"I'd knock this door off its hinges, were it not for the fact that we'll need it for our defense! Now in the name of all that's Holy, LET ME IN!"
With an almost trancelike look upon his face, Kurdy Deel moves quickly toward the door . . .
All of you feel a strong compulsion to move to the door and open it, but all are able to resist if you wish.
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Maidhc O Casain
Na Bith Mo Riocht Tá!
. . . and Another Begins
Much clatter and noise carry down the stairs as Diddius (presumably) bumbles around the room looking for Gavril's armor. "In a moment . . . whew . . . master. Almost got it!"
Much clatter and noise carry down the stairs as Diddius (presumably) bumbles around the room looking for Gavril's armor. "In a moment . . . whew . . . master. Almost got it!"
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