For the Greater Good

[Halivar]

Sebastian wakes early in the morning to tend to Aerofax and make sure she's being taken good care of. He'll be back in the common room in time for breakfast, keeping to himself if he can.

After breakfast, he will visit various shelters in the city to make alms. His total distribution for the day will be 100 gold pieces (OOC: subtracted from his character sheet).

 

[Salthorae]

Sylinda Heartmantle

I wonder what it is that Orshallan wants with me... Sylinda thinks to herself as she comes to the edge of the forest with the dawning of day. Turning to her friend and companion she says: "Bellona, I know not what the city hold for me, I shall return here to find you at the latest by moon-dark, ok?"

"Indeed, I shall meet you here at moon-dark. I would not breech the threshhold of a city save at the request of the goddesses. Until then!" *Bellona turns and moves back into the wooded area they have decided to make home on the outskirts of Andeluvay.*

Sylinda looks to the skies and cries "Aeric! To me my friend, we make for the city" *Jumping into the air as high as she can, Sylinda's form begins to shift until it is Sylinda no longer but a beautiful swan in flight* She flies side by side with her hawk friend Aeric. She had long ago used the power of nature to awaken Aeric and make him a paragon amongst hawks. Though free-willed and at times stubborn, Sylinda wouldn't trade his company in the skies for any gift of which she could think.

They fly and enjoy the sensation of the wind whipping past them as they make their way directly for the courtyard in Orshallan's temple. *Shifting back to her human form as she lands Sylinda sees a familiar face and runs to greet him as Aeric lands on a tree in the courtyard*.

"Galdaron!" Sylinda screams as she runs up and hugs him tightly. "It has been long since last we met, are you well? What is so important that Orshallan felt he must summon me from my grove? Where is the old coot anyway?" Sylinda smiles happily and thinks to herself it is good to see people again, though I wouldn't wish for this on a daily basis. "Well? Don't just stand there with a surpised look upon your face, answer me man!" Sylinda playfully taunts Galdaron.

OOC: : using Speak w/ animals to talk to Bellona, Aeric understands and speaks almost as many languages as Sylinda

 

[Velenne]

Norin, patient beyond reckoning, makes his way back to the infirmary and the sleeping boy. He smiles down at the small form and squats down to make a less intimidating figure, "Has rest cleared your mind this new day?"

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

*Sebastian, the various charity houses welcome your alms. If you stop by the Honor's Shield, you may hear some of the acolytes or priests speak of the fact that Saint Norin is staying there.*

*Sylinda, as you change in the courtyard Galdaron stares at you with more than a bit of surprise. When you hug him, he remains stiff for a moment, then hugs you back.*

"Welcome home Sylinda... though it would be best to use the door from now on. I shall have to have the temple archers watch the skies to make sure we won't be attacked by other transmuted magicians that might wish us harm..." he muses. Galdaron, as always, turns to military strategy whenever flustered... or just whenever. When he hears your name for Orshallan, he gives a small cough, and the other acolytes in the yard look a bit shocked.

"The High Righteousness of the Invincible is on a pilgramage to Celestia and will be back on Thirday, Sylinda. And may I remind you that it would be less than proper to call Orshallan an 'old coot' in front of anyone but me!" he says, whispering the last.

 

[Salthorae]

Sylinda

"The High Righteousness of the Invincible is on a pilgramage to Celestia and will be back on Thirday, Sylinda. And may I remind you that it would be less than proper to call Orshallan an 'old coot' in front of anyone but me!" he says, whispering the last.

Sylinda laughs when she hears Galdaron whisper the last, it is the bright laughter of one untroubled by the ridged heirarchy that both Orshallan and Galdaron embrace. Looking about her Sylinda remarks to Galdaron with a mischevious twinkle in her eyes: "I had forgotten how serious you all are around here! I shall have to make an effort to restrain my tongue lest I lead any of your faithful astray"

Walking about the courtyard with Galdaron in tow Sylinda says: "Do you have any idea then what His High Righteousness wants with me?" clearly uncomfortable using the title when refering to Orshallan. "The note was rather vague and troubling. Are the others whom he called arrived yet? If so are they gathered at a certain..." oh, what are those called again "oh yeah, Inn, a certain Inn?"

 

[Jarval]

Nessa Caoilfhionn, Female Aasimar Arcane Disciple

Waking the following morning, Nessa dresses smartly and quickly before her morning prayers to Boccob. Her mind cleared and calmed, she makes her way to Spelllord Tellaqu's chamber. Knocking lightly on the door, she awaits permission to enter.

 

[KaintheSeeker]

Lyssia greets the morning with a little bit of a smarting head and fond memories of the night before but regretting none of it. Fine company, fine song, and fine nighttime adventure made the week or so of waiting seem less tiring.

"Mayhaps his lordship might be so sad to be late." she says as she gets up and opens the window to her small room, covered only by her wings and hair as she looks out into the courtyard. Most wouldn't have favored this room, it was too high and bit on the smallish bit, but she liked it for the chance it gave her to feel the morning sun and wind on her face. "A few more days with those two I had met last night would be a sore trial for me." she says with a smirk.

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

*Sylinda, Galdaron regards you for a moment before speaking.*

"It is not my place to say what the High Righteousness has in mind for you or the others he has called. That is his right, and his alone. He returns tomorrow, Thirday, and you will know then. As for an inn... he has suggested none, as all will meet in the temple at the appointed time. I expect to have a message sent to all of the chosen by this evening, with the appointed time. But until then, you may stay wherever you wish. No doubt the Temple of Ehlonna would welcome you, little one," he says.

*Norin, as you squat down next to Brel, he blinks at you owlishly. He's just finished a big breakfast of porriage, probably one of the biggest meals he's ever had in his life, and doesn't seem nearly as haunted as he did last night.*

"I thankee Si- Norin," he says, correcting himself to the more informal form of address. "I'm jes mortal 'fraid of speakin' uv 'im. 'e's the one that 'tects us all, so 'e says, and usually 'e does, but 'e's smellier and slimier than a sewer rat, sick as a dog, and crazy in the 'ead. Talks to 'imself, 'e does. And sometimes when tha' 'appens..." his face clouds again, and he clutches the stump of his leg, " 'e got 'ungry, and 'e said that without me foot I'd be taken pity on, I'd be a better beggar. I don't remember much beyond that, and 'e'd kill me if he thought I talked to ye. Ye won't send me back, will ye? Please?"

*Nessa, the door to Tellaqu's chamber swings open with aid of magic, revealing the Spell Lord sitting at his desk, pouring over arcane scrolls. Looking up, he sets them aside and waves for you to have a seat.*

"I hope you're enjoying your time off Nessa. You truly did a fine job on your last assignment; I was quite pleased. I'm sure you'll be even more pleased that the necomatic law debates have been pushed back another three weeks, so you're free until then," Tellaqu says with a small ironic smile on his face. Abruptly he frowns and strokes his goatee briefly. "Have you had any insight from Boccob on these debates? We have time honored reasons for pushing our currently agenda, but you are one of our brightest stars of this temple. I do welcome your insights, even if they differ from my own."

~~~~~~~

To everyone, later this evening (Seconday) you'll all receive a note at your inn or temple of choice.

The High Righteousness will meet you at the conclusion of evening services on Thirday in the Temple of Heironeous.

~Galdaron Exile, Heironeous' Commmander

 

[Velenne]

Saint Norin, aka "Dawnkeeper", Ascetic Human Monk

Norin can only gape at the boy in the shock. The sheer horror of the deed had left him speechless. To cripple an innocent, penniless boy! His expression does not change until he rubs a hand over Brel's hair to bring himself back.

"No, no never again. You may stay here in the temple, young Brel. There will be chores, and you will be fed. 'A good deed begets unto its own'- do you know what that means? It means that to do a Good thing is like planting a flower which blossoms and bears seed to more flowers. To serve Heironeous shall bless you in ways that may allow you to bless others, and thus bless yourself in kind..." he waves the chain of thought away, not wishing to give a dualistic ontological lecture to a child.

"What I am saying is this: First, be blessed in your flesh. Work, and you will be fed and given shelter. But later, this Good may overflow from you and bless your spirit and those around you. And you will never have to see...him again. Heironeous will be your shield and your rear guard.

"Hear me, Brel. I may come in search of you again soon. I sense that our destinies may be tied together. And when I do return, it is my prayer that you will have learned what it means to bless and be blessed.

"Rest."

Norin rises and gives Brel one more encouraging smile before taking his leave. He is unsure of where to go. The High Righteousness had requested his presence around this time, but thus far nothing had come.

OOC: I don't want to hold up the game by going to investigate the matter today, knowing OOC that a letter is coming that night which will move things along. Or is this something Norin should look into presently?

 

[Isida Kep'Tukari]

*Norin, at your words, Brel seems a bit confused, then brightens a bit.*

"If I can git a few more meals like brekkist 'ere I can work pretty good! I got clever 'ands, me mates used to say, I kin work with them e'en if I can't walk. Ye think maybe if I work 'ard enough, maybe someday... I'll get a new foot?" he asks, showing a child's remarkable resiliance and adaptivity.

*If you ask around a bit more about this incident and the Beggar King again, you're brought to the side of Brother Vess, an old acolyte. He never had the ambition to climb the church heirarchy, but since he was given to Heironeous at a young age, never thought of leaving to join a more compatible faith. Regardless he had worked at the Honor's Shield for years, and is a respected figure.*

*He's been put in the isolation ward, and for good reason. The healers tell you he was infected by the blinding sickness, but that is not as nearly as bad as what happened to the boy he brought in. They won't take you to him, but they will tell you that a young boy with a wounded face was brought in with him.*

*Talking to Vess, the brother is working through the last of his fever, as the potion the healers gave to him finishes its work.*

"I never saw the like before. One of the beggar children ran all the way here to fetch me, said there was an old woman with a sick child that needed help. I went to them, she was holding the child in her arms... I pulled back the rags. Oh in the name of all glory! The boy's face was a ruin! Covered in blood... And then the woman was not a woman, but a hunched, ugly, sick-looking man. He struck out at me an screamed in fury to not come to take people out again. That those people were 'his.' I don't know what he did to me, it happened so fast, but I was in such pain, and I felt a weakness go through me and my vision grayed... It was all I could do to stagger back to the Sheild.

"I know you were out helping others Saint Norin, but this has me rather scared. I probably saw the face of the Beggar King, but I couldn't tell you what he looked like if my soul depended on it. It's clear he's doing great evil in the Hollow but... and may the Lord of Valor forgive me, there is always great evil in the Hollow.

"You were called here for a reason, that much I can guess, for one such as you to be called, there must be great terrors to overcome, things to make the Hollow seem a child's park. I pledge to you I will call for senior priests and Guardsmen to investigate, but you would be risking much to get entangled in such things now. Let us take care of the lesser of the two evils."