FreeXenon
American Male (he/him); INTP ADHD Introverted Geek
[North Gate] Immarael (Male Eldarin Sorcerer 1) HP:26 Def: 12 - 12/12/16
"The name is Immarael." the Eladrin states matter-of-factly. "I was helping to escort the last of our caravan's goods when we were accosted by these black clad ruffians. Then, who I will assume was a Cowled Wizard, stopped by to mete out justice in its own special not-caring-about-casualties-as-long-as-the-problem-is-stopped method. It is by he grace of Corellan that I still breathe."
He turns to Soveliss and says solemnly "I am sorry for the loss. If that is there method then you can count them as no friends of mine, and I will be more than happy to help you bring them to justice. My blade is competent and I will do what I can for you."
Helping as he can with the rites, he tells a story of each person as he knows to help to ensure the ritual knows who we are talking about and to help the process have more meaning. When that is done he says "Thank you so very much for your service to my fellow Dalelanders. This is the least that they deserve... to be safely sent home to their Queen. I am in your debt."
He clears his throat before changing the subject "If you have leads already to find them, I can start with those or, if you give me a descriptions of these nefarious creatures I can try to work my magic - figuratively speaking , of course, and meet up with you at 'S' as well." he says carefully while looking around playfully and nervously at the same time.
[OOC: I would have posted this yesterday, but my browser ate my post. Bad browser. Bad!!
I was originally speaking the the Deva because his words were drench in religious sentiment, however if the cleric was obviously clerical, that would do as well. He will not care, as long as things get done. =)
Streetwise rolls: 20, 22, 20 ]
"The name is Immarael." the Eladrin states matter-of-factly. "I was helping to escort the last of our caravan's goods when we were accosted by these black clad ruffians. Then, who I will assume was a Cowled Wizard, stopped by to mete out justice in its own special not-caring-about-casualties-as-long-as-the-problem-is-stopped method. It is by he grace of Corellan that I still breathe."
He turns to Soveliss and says solemnly "I am sorry for the loss. If that is there method then you can count them as no friends of mine, and I will be more than happy to help you bring them to justice. My blade is competent and I will do what I can for you."
Helping as he can with the rites, he tells a story of each person as he knows to help to ensure the ritual knows who we are talking about and to help the process have more meaning. When that is done he says "Thank you so very much for your service to my fellow Dalelanders. This is the least that they deserve... to be safely sent home to their Queen. I am in your debt."
He clears his throat before changing the subject "If you have leads already to find them, I can start with those or, if you give me a descriptions of these nefarious creatures I can try to work my magic - figuratively speaking , of course, and meet up with you at 'S' as well." he says carefully while looking around playfully and nervously at the same time.
[OOC: I would have posted this yesterday, but my browser ate my post. Bad browser. Bad!!
I was originally speaking the the Deva because his words were drench in religious sentiment, however if the cleric was obviously clerical, that would do as well. He will not care, as long as things get done. =)
Streetwise rolls: 20, 22, 20 ]