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Danth had no time to rest and reflect on his heroics. He had been there with Jokad, toe to toe with that demon woman at the end, and he knew just how close they had come to death. Perhaps he was the only one who really knew, because Jokad seemed to enter some sort of 'other' place in combat, a place where his normal concerns for life and limb faded to leave just an incredible bravery and force. Danth was not so blessed. He had no shell to retreat into, and no raging energy to pour himself into. Each time he charged into combat he knew exactly how close to death they were placing themselves. A single blade to the gut, and his life could pour out onto the city streets.
He wasn't scared of his own death. He knew his Goddess would protect and collect him to her. But he was worried about those around him who relied upon him. His friends, but also the orphans who depended now on him and him alone for the finances to feed and educate them. He had this immense burden of responsibility on his shoulders that none of the others had ever had to contend with. For all practical purposes Danth was the father to a horde of abandoned children.
He poured his new-found wealth into the orphanage, and recruited a full-time teacher to work with the school. But perhaps most welcome of all was the gift from the city of Magnimar to his orphanage of the old clock tower. It was being pulled down, but the plot was unclaimed in the legal records and the Mayor organised its transfer to Danth as a final gift from the city. It was not a huge site, but it was close to the existing orphanage, and allowed Danth to create a second accomodation block for children. He worked like a frenzy on the plans, pressing his new-found contacts at the various noble invitations he received to press hard for charitable donations to help fund the new building.
The weeks bled away in a blur. The plans formed, the site was cleared, and the building work started.
OOC: Continued in separate post.
He wasn't scared of his own death. He knew his Goddess would protect and collect him to her. But he was worried about those around him who relied upon him. His friends, but also the orphans who depended now on him and him alone for the finances to feed and educate them. He had this immense burden of responsibility on his shoulders that none of the others had ever had to contend with. For all practical purposes Danth was the father to a horde of abandoned children.
He poured his new-found wealth into the orphanage, and recruited a full-time teacher to work with the school. But perhaps most welcome of all was the gift from the city of Magnimar to his orphanage of the old clock tower. It was being pulled down, but the plot was unclaimed in the legal records and the Mayor organised its transfer to Danth as a final gift from the city. It was not a huge site, but it was close to the existing orphanage, and allowed Danth to create a second accomodation block for children. He worked like a frenzy on the plans, pressing his new-found contacts at the various noble invitations he received to press hard for charitable donations to help fund the new building.
The weeks bled away in a blur. The plans formed, the site was cleared, and the building work started.
OOC: Continued in separate post.
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