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<blockquote data-quote="Velenne" data-source="post: 1245810" data-attributes="member: 1856">Saint Norin, &quot;Dawnkeeper&quot;, Human Ascetic&quot;Take ease, Brel,&quot; Norin says, patting the boy's leg sofly, &quot;I will tell you a parable- do you know what that is?&nbsp; Some stories, like the bards tell, are meant to entertain.&nbsp; Bards also tell scary stories, sad ones, and inspiring ones that send men to war.&nbsp; But we worshippers tell parables: stories that are meant to teach.&nbsp; Lend an ear to me, Brel, and search for the wisdom in my words.&quot;Beyond these city walls in the many fields surrounding Andeluvay, there are those who farm the land and those who raise animals upon it.&nbsp; One of the animals they raise- by the hundreds and thousands- is sheep.&nbsp; Sheep are gentle creatures who prefer the safety of numbers.&nbsp; So when a lot of sheep are in one place, we call it a flock.&nbsp; But you know that, of course. I apologize.&quot;These flocks are tended by Shepards.&nbsp; These can be the farmer himself, or his wife, or any of his children or farmhands.&nbsp; But someone must always protect the flock from the many wild creatures like wolves and kobalds who would steal them.&nbsp; &quot;One day, a Shepard stood over his flock counting them and when he was finished he saw that he was missing a sheep!&nbsp; So he left the flock -the whole thing!- just to find this one, little, sheep.&nbsp; But not just any sheep, one of the young ones.&nbsp; A good one at that, who looked to promise much wool when it was older.&nbsp; &quot;He found the young sheep lying injured among some rocks and being stalked by kobalds!&nbsp; They were sticking at the little sheep with their cruel spears and tormenting it.&nbsp; As soon as they saw the Shepard with his stick... they fled!&nbsp; And so the Shepard lay the sheep across his shoulders and took it home.&nbsp; He summoned his neighbors and friends and rejoiced with them for he had saved this one little sheep.&quot;Brel, Heironeous is just as joyous that you are here this day.&nbsp; No longer will the kobalds of the world torment you, as long as you have faith in your Shepard,&quot; Norin touches Brel's heart with an outstretched finger, &quot;who will never forsake you to your enemies.&nbsp; You are within his flock even now, in this place.&nbsp; Do not be afraid, for fear is more crippling than a wounded leg could ever be.&quot;[Diplomacy +9 to convince the boy to talk.]</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Velenne, post: 1245810, member: 1856"] [b]Saint Norin, "Dawnkeeper", Human Ascetic[/b] "Take ease, Brel," Norin says, patting the boy's leg sofly, "I will tell you a parable- do you know what that is? Some stories, like the bards tell, are meant to entertain. Bards also tell scary stories, sad ones, and inspiring ones that send men to war. But we worshippers tell parables: stories that are meant to teach. Lend an ear to me, Brel, and search for the wisdom in my words. "Beyond these city walls in the many fields surrounding Andeluvay, there are those who farm the land and those who raise animals upon it. One of the animals they raise- by the hundreds and thousands- is sheep. Sheep are gentle creatures who prefer the safety of numbers. So when a lot of sheep are in one place, we call it a flock. But you know that, of course. I apologize. "These flocks are tended by Shepards. These can be the farmer himself, or his wife, or any of his children or farmhands. But someone must always protect the flock from the many [i]wild[/i] creatures like wolves and kobalds who would steal them. "One day, a Shepard stood over his flock counting them and when he was finished he saw that he was missing a sheep! So he left the flock -the whole thing!- just to find this one, little, sheep. But not just any sheep, one of the young ones. A good one at that, who looked to promise much wool when it was older. "He found the young sheep lying injured among some rocks and being stalked by kobalds! They were sticking at the little sheep with their cruel spears and tormenting it. As soon as they saw the Shepard with his stick... they fled! And so the Shepard lay the sheep across his shoulders and took it home. He summoned his neighbors and friends and rejoiced with them for he had saved this one little sheep. "Brel, Heironeous is just as joyous that you are here this day. No longer will the kobalds of the world torment you, as long as you have faith in your Shepard," Norin touches Brel's heart with an outstretched finger, "who will never forsake you to your enemies. You are within his flock even now, in this place. Do not be afraid, for fear is more crippling than a wounded leg could ever be." [Diplomacy +9 to convince the boy to talk.] [/QUOTE]

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