Men'Thar-The Lost Patriarch

[Vendetta]

"I've had a long day, actually, and feel particularly drained this eve. A good nights rest would do me well and set out upon the marrow." The Sea Elf says as the group heads to the church.

 

[DralonXitz]

As the group treads along the plains of country towards the church that Derrik reccomended, they come to a large building, pure white, with a 20 Pointed star at the top, the Symbol of the Order of Kyhmer, Church of Justico. As they open the doors, rows of benches are seen, leading to an alter at the front of the room with a short, bald human in a purple robe, reading from a thick book.

As he hears the door open, he raises his head and begins to speak, "Ah, welcome to the chu...", but goes silent as he sees the child in the Dwarve's arms. Tears begin to flow from his eyes as he approaches them, dropping his book as he runs to the body. He runs his hand over his face and softly speaks, "Thi....this boy, how did he die? How did my son die??"

 

[Vendetta]

Zar-Vroxiar flops down into a pew, weary. "Some bounty hunter caused this. If not for him, your son would still be alive." The sea elf says quickly, hoping someone doesn't come out and try to lay the blame on the half elf.

 

[deadestdai]

**OOC - Sense Motive on what the elf just said. If he gets it, then he'll stay silent, otherwise, Uh oh. **

 

[Vendetta]

OOC: Actually, he's not lying, if that bounty hunter guy hadn't attacked us/Skarsus, the kid wouldn't have gotten shot

 

[Ferrix]

Derrik spins upon the elf with a glare, forge red, "spit yer tongue out and git ye' gone or ye'll be as bad 'm." His reference to a him is retributively vague. Turning towards the priest, he bows his head, "'n accident, wretched 'n horrible. Blame is not to be spent wickedly without longer words. Let us talk 'n silence from fools. Do ye have a private chamber?"

 

[ferretguy]

OOC: methinks the dwarf has a bit o'problem with a innocent half elf...

Ackalon stays quiet and reserved, a bit taken aback by the sea elfs coverage of his unluck.

OOC: not that he feels guilty for the childs death...it was a nice shot..just a wrong target..

 

[Vendetta]

"You dare!" The sea elf stands, his voice in anger. "You yourself said it was an accident, you stupid fool! And it was! And, had it not been for that fiend, the boy would never have been at risk! But then, I must be a fool as well... I try to reason with a dwarf! What if it had been your spell that had gone wrong? Or his blade breaking in a freak accident? You sit so high and mighty passing judgement on something the fates chose, not anyone here!" And after than, the sea elf storms off across the room to a pew on the other side where he sits to rest, away from the others.

 

[taitzu52]

Thromgril steps in front of Ackalon, "Aye, twas his bolt. But the foul humors of that unnatural hunter is what caused it to fly amiss."

Thromgril stands defiantly in front of the half-elf in show of his support. "But if ye have any remorse in the matter, you'll try to heal the heart of this elf. He seems to be a bit....off. Or maybe he just needs a nap."

Thromgril shrugs, as usual.

 

[Vendetta]

"Good for you, Dwarf." Zar calls back over his shoulder from his simi-isolated location at the front of the chapel, showing that he is still paying attention to the goings on around him. "Hark, then, I was begining to think that intelligent thought was only an elven curse." The sea elf mutters as he sinks further into the pew and closes his eyes.