Legacy of the Silver Dragon - Day 2 (Interlude)

[Binder Fred]

Beatrix sighs and taps the goblin on the head. "You must remember something. Why would this human be wanting to attacking this town? Where did you met him? Where is he getting poison from?"

"Did he have anything shiny, perhaps? Clothes fine or items worth - acquiring?" supports Antares. Perhaps those would stick more firmly in goblin memories? "I am known as Antares," he then adds as the magics begin to take hold and he and his companions start pulling (and pushing) the good captain away towards the temple will all due haste.

Pelor's temple is only a few short minutes away by cart, small enough to be pulled by Muzdim, Antares and Stellan relatively easily.

"Would - would you perhaps be willing to go ahead and warn the mother of light we are coming, that they might make ready with preparations?" breathlessly inquires the elven mage of the guard who had formerly been supporting Gregof's other shoulder, opposite Stellan.

There are so many questions he would like to ask Officer Gregof - of recent events, of meetings and answers that should have manifested since last they spoke - but for now the grizzled veteran obviously needs to gather all his energies in earnest to stave off impending doom -- and driving the cart forward is, in truth, requiring more than a little of Antares' attention at the moment in any event. Perspiration quickly starts to pearl, on both himself and Stellan (and Muzdin too, if he feels like it ).

"Wounded! Wounded coming through please!" he calls to passersby crossing the streets as houses and dirt paths whip by on either side of them. They have to make it in time!

OOC: Ask the guard to act as a messenger and then carry Gregof to the temple as fast as he can manage.

 

[gambler1650]

The goblin sniffs greedily at the treat, and seems confused by the alternate good priestess / angry priestess modes. But he now looks hopeful. "I don't KNOW who he is. He said he would help us. Help us kill the man who took our friends. Our family."

The guard that Antares speaks to nods once, although for just a moment he appears about to say something to the young elf, but looking at Gregof's waxy face makes him swallow the comment and break into a run towards the temple. Stellan helps to push the cart, and it makes good time. What seems like hours to those trying to get Gregof there is in reality only a few minutes. And the priestess is waiting outside along with a crowd of others. Assuming that Beatrix is coming along with the goblin, an angry murmuring starts to be heard.

 

[Binder Fred]

The guard that Antares speaks to nods once, although for just a moment he appears about to say something to the young elf, but looking at Gregof's waxy face makes him swallow the comment and break into a run towards the temple.

"Our thanks," breathes Antares, though likely not loud enough to be heard amidst the noise of their course.

Stellan helps to push the cart, and it makes good time. What seems like hours to those trying to get Gregof there is in reality only a few minutes. And the priestess is waiting outside along with a crowd of others.

"I believe you have heard, most holy of ladies?" asks the mage as they maneuver the cart in front of the stairs. "Do- Do you wish him moved inside?" No doubt Godly energies concentrate most thickly over consecrated ground? In front of the very altar to the Radiant One itself even?

If she does, Antares will cast his elemental movement spell on Gregof, transporting the softly glowing captain as softly as possible to where he needs to be for his healing to occur. "It should not be long now, Officer. Pray hold on tightly just a little while longer...?"

 

[Goldhammer]

Realizing that bring a live goblin into town would only cause panic, Beatrix choose to stay behind. She'll join them later once she was finished with the goblin. Without the other guards, she hoped the goblin would prove more helpful.

"Man? Who is being this second man? What did he do to your family?" Beatrix asks, somewhat confused. She sighs and then passes the goblin the chocolate bun. "Am thinking you best start at the beginning, yes?"

 

[gambler1650]

OOC: Hi guys! I don't have time to update this week, and I think I'd like to wait for Voda Vosa as well... So look for an update no later than middle of next week. I hope everyone has a happy Thanksgiving if you celebrate it!

 

[Voda Vosa]

Muzdim has nothing to add to the scene, he's just waiting to the priests to heal the captain.

 

[gambler1650]

OOC: Sorry guys! This week has been crazy. Work, social events, followed by a sick cat and a sick me. I'm going to give a quick update to get back to moving this along, it probably won't be anything great!

As the small group rushes towards the temple, people start to come out of their houses - mostly, as always during the day, older folks, women and their children. Other than shopkeepers, which for the most part stayed in the doorways during the commotion, and the town militia the rest of the men are out in the forests or mines. Murmuring grows as they watch the scene - a dwarf, an elf, and a few humans pushing a cart with the injured Gregof, away from the large woman remaining near the scene of the battle who alternately shakes, berates, and gives sweets to a confused, terrified and sometimes greedy looking goblin.

About 2 minutes from the temple based on the speed of the cart as permitted by its construction, a priest comes running from the temple. He's the second priest, only to the High Priestess herself, and without a word he leaps into the cart, and lays his hands on Gregof. A brief glow appears, and immediately Gregof sighs in relief and falls into a slumber.

The priest looks around at those nearby, "He'll need rest. If you can take him to the temple, we'll provide a space for him."

 

[Goldhammer]

OOC: I said I was staying out of town until I had finished dealing the goblin. Figured it would be bad to bring a living goblin into town at a time like this.

 

[gambler1650]

OOC: Oops... Edited the last post I made. Sorry.

 

[Voda Vosa]

"Ye heard the brother men, take yer captain in." The dwarf says, weaping the sweat from his forehead.