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<blockquote data-quote="Haraash Saan" data-source="post: 5220883" data-attributes="member: 46615"><p>Swords drawn we crept down the corridors, bypassing rooms and heading straight to the staircase that we had held. Halfway to the stairs we he saw a flickering light bouncing of the walls. It was accompanied by the heavy clank of metal. </p><p></p><p>We doused our own torch and ducked into an alcove, ready to ambush whoever it was that labored toward us. </p><p></p><p>From our nook we spied six of the Gerechian knights. Each carrying another over their shoulders. Still wary, we stepped from our concealment.</p><p></p><p>They stopped, regarding us a moment before one of their number, a large bear of a man gruffly pronounced, “Turn around. Be gone from our temple.”</p><p></p><p> “Just here to offer our assistance.” I responded.</p><p></p><p>“It’s not needed. We can take care of our own.” He replied in turn.</p><p></p><p>I was not impressed. Even a Gerechian could acknowledge that we had held the gathering forces of the Dominion. Sensing my rising annoyance, Morgan filled the silence.</p><p></p><p>“Of course. We were just making sure that you didn’t need our aid.” He smiled, “You seem to have defeated those that we had left.” He added.</p><p></p><p>“Nay, only held them at bay for a moment. We must leave our temple. Their numbers are too great. We can do no more good here.” said the large man.</p><p></p><p>I opened my mouth to utter my contempt, how could they not have defeated unarmed foes, yet once again Morgan managed to interrupt me. “Then truly there is no aid we can offer.” He then turned and with a nudge prompted me to retreat back to the fading daylight.</p><p></p><p>As it turned out the Gerechians had already entered the temple and were fighting the creatures of the Dominion in other chambers even as Morgan had initially set out to look for them. Their horses, unseen by the Fastendian, had been hidden in the brush near the entrance to the temple.</p><p></p><p>From one of these the large man retrieved a double bladed silver axe. His companions laid the deceased that they had been carrying in a row.</p><p></p><p>Curious I asked what sort of rite they were doing. “A cleansing.” was the curt reply.</p><p></p><p>With that, their leader, the man that had spoken to us, quickly raised the axe. It reflected a blood red tinge as it reached the zenith of its ascent. The sun had set leaving dark crimsons and vibrant oranges on the horizon. In the next instant it flashed down, through the neck of one of the fallen, biting deeply into the dirt. The man’s head rolled off to the side, lifelessly gazing at the wondrous spectacle of nature that was painted in the sky.</p><p></p><p>Too shocked at what had happened, I could not tear my gaze from his grizzly work as the remaining five bodies were likewise decapitated.</p><p></p><p>Seeing my expression of horror he grimly said, “They have been touched by Geduld. We must ensure that they do not return under his influence.”</p><p></p><p>Morgan later confirmed that he himself had seen the stout men of Avinal do the same on those killed by the priests of Geduld during the Dominion’s assaults on the city. “Uncleansed they could return as the walking dead, undead servants of the Dominion.” He explained.</p><p></p><p>After his men pillaged their dead comrades the large man introduced himself, in a roundabout way. “I Abbot Yodfor, Son of Light and servant of the almighty one true God, I hereby arrest you for crimes against the one true God.”</p><p></p><p>“What?” I cried out incredulously. “On what charge and whose authority?”</p><p></p><p>“Entering holy ground and desecration of that holy ground. You are heretics and must be punished for entering our temple.” Abbot Yodfor replied.</p><p></p><p>This was an outrage! The Gerechians were tolerated in Guerney but by no means respected. They had no authority to charge any with their laws, and I told the Abbot as much.</p><p></p><p>He would have none of it. Not surprising when you consider that I was dealing with a religious zealot of the God that had caused the creation of the creatures of the Dominion. Bloody Gerechians.</p><p></p><p>“You will come with us to Riverglenn to stand before Eamos and answer these charges.” Continued the Abbot.</p><p></p><p>It was Morgan that again interjected with calm reason. “Abbot Yodfor, you can see I wear the tokens of Gerech.” He still wore the mask of Valentin and the Gerechian breastplate looted from the temple of Konstatin Seth. “And I bear Artyom Seth’s own scepter. I will not allow myself or my comrades to be forcibly arrested. How do you propose that you and, what, one other injured man arrest us?” asked Morgan. It was true. Their four remaining companions could barely stand let alone force us to do something we did not wish.</p><p></p><p>“We have no desire for violence. We also travel to Riverglenn. We will agree to come with you as companions for the journey and will see your Eamos on our arrival there.” He added diplomatically.</p><p></p><p>The Abbot glanced about at his fellows and with a sigh conceded the point. “I agree to these terms. But we had best make haste. They”, he jerked his thumb over his shoulder to the temple, “will not be long in reorganising and leaving the temple.”</p><p></p><p>He was right of course. He had already indicated that there were many more inside. We warned the Hutenkamans, who were still in a drug induced state, that they best flee, strapped Moxadder and the four unwell knights to their horses (so that their hands were bound to their feet under their horses’ belly) and set off into the ever encroaching darkness.</p><p></p><p>Abbot Yodfor was convinced that the Dominion forces that we had unearthed would pursue us, lest we spread word about them, so we decided to ride through the night.</p><p></p><p>We stopped after midnight when Moxadder’s cursing alerted us that he had regained consciousness. Once his wounds were tended to by Morgan, and he had taken a few ‘medicinal’ herbs, we explained the situation. Although he cocked an eyebrow when told we were technically under arrest he said nothing. I think that the herbs may have had something to do with his calm disposition.</p><p></p><p>“Abbot Yodfor?” he inquired of us. We confirmed that that was the crusader captain.</p><p></p><p>And then he addressed the Abbot. “I know you. ‘member the baquet at the ‘Alfast Games?”</p><p></p><p>Yodfor looked at Moxadder intently before suspiciously replying, “Yes.”</p><p></p><p>“Well it was me that asked you for ‘elp to kill those Geduldian monks.” Said Moxadder. “You’re one of them Son’s of Light from the Games.”</p><p></p><p>“Ah yes,” Abbot Yodfor responded. “I thought you looked familiar, you’re a long way from Halfast.”</p><p></p><p>“As are you.” I added with finality. I wished to share no information with the Gerechians. Who knows what they would do with it?</p><p></p><p>Our mounts moved off slowly, Moxadder covered their tracks behind them for perhaps half and hour before he too remounted and we continued our journey.</p><p></p><p>Exhausted, dawn offered a few hours respite, for we had not slept since the previous night. Abbot Yodfor and Morgan changed the bandages of the Gerechians as best they could, but they were not healers, just battlefield medics. I doubted they would all last the trip to Riverglenn. </p><p></p><p>We traveled through the untrailed forest into the early evening, avoiding the road so that we would not be so easily followed. The only occurrence of note was that we passed what looked remarkably like a menhir, similar to that of Lorcan the Druid. Wisely none of us made comment of it to the zealots. </p><p></p><p>We made a fireless camp by a creek and ate unpleasant rations in silence. Our tiredness had not improved either the Hydra’s or the Gerechians mood with one another. </p><p></p><p>Zhontell interrupted our thoughts. “I’ve seen this before. I’ve dreamt it.” </p><p></p><p>Not another dream! The last one almost ended in the elf running away in fear from a pile of rocks. Admittedly, there was something under them, but it was in no way going to harm us. </p><p></p><p>“This stream leads to a lake. At the edge of the lake is a boat. We must find the boat.” He continued.</p><p></p><p>Our questions would get no more from the stoic fey. In the end I think curiosity overrode our fatigue and doubt (perhaps it was that we wanted to finally prove Zhontell wrong) and we set off again into the night.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Haraash Saan, post: 5220883, member: 46615"] Swords drawn we crept down the corridors, bypassing rooms and heading straight to the staircase that we had held. Halfway to the stairs we he saw a flickering light bouncing of the walls. It was accompanied by the heavy clank of metal. We doused our own torch and ducked into an alcove, ready to ambush whoever it was that labored toward us. From our nook we spied six of the Gerechian knights. Each carrying another over their shoulders. Still wary, we stepped from our concealment. They stopped, regarding us a moment before one of their number, a large bear of a man gruffly pronounced, “Turn around. Be gone from our temple.” “Just here to offer our assistance.” I responded. “It’s not needed. We can take care of our own.” He replied in turn. I was not impressed. Even a Gerechian could acknowledge that we had held the gathering forces of the Dominion. Sensing my rising annoyance, Morgan filled the silence. “Of course. We were just making sure that you didn’t need our aid.” He smiled, “You seem to have defeated those that we had left.” He added. “Nay, only held them at bay for a moment. We must leave our temple. Their numbers are too great. We can do no more good here.” said the large man. I opened my mouth to utter my contempt, how could they not have defeated unarmed foes, yet once again Morgan managed to interrupt me. “Then truly there is no aid we can offer.” He then turned and with a nudge prompted me to retreat back to the fading daylight. As it turned out the Gerechians had already entered the temple and were fighting the creatures of the Dominion in other chambers even as Morgan had initially set out to look for them. Their horses, unseen by the Fastendian, had been hidden in the brush near the entrance to the temple. From one of these the large man retrieved a double bladed silver axe. His companions laid the deceased that they had been carrying in a row. Curious I asked what sort of rite they were doing. “A cleansing.” was the curt reply. With that, their leader, the man that had spoken to us, quickly raised the axe. It reflected a blood red tinge as it reached the zenith of its ascent. The sun had set leaving dark crimsons and vibrant oranges on the horizon. In the next instant it flashed down, through the neck of one of the fallen, biting deeply into the dirt. The man’s head rolled off to the side, lifelessly gazing at the wondrous spectacle of nature that was painted in the sky. Too shocked at what had happened, I could not tear my gaze from his grizzly work as the remaining five bodies were likewise decapitated. Seeing my expression of horror he grimly said, “They have been touched by Geduld. We must ensure that they do not return under his influence.” Morgan later confirmed that he himself had seen the stout men of Avinal do the same on those killed by the priests of Geduld during the Dominion’s assaults on the city. “Uncleansed they could return as the walking dead, undead servants of the Dominion.” He explained. After his men pillaged their dead comrades the large man introduced himself, in a roundabout way. “I Abbot Yodfor, Son of Light and servant of the almighty one true God, I hereby arrest you for crimes against the one true God.” “What?” I cried out incredulously. “On what charge and whose authority?” “Entering holy ground and desecration of that holy ground. You are heretics and must be punished for entering our temple.” Abbot Yodfor replied. This was an outrage! The Gerechians were tolerated in Guerney but by no means respected. They had no authority to charge any with their laws, and I told the Abbot as much. He would have none of it. Not surprising when you consider that I was dealing with a religious zealot of the God that had caused the creation of the creatures of the Dominion. Bloody Gerechians. “You will come with us to Riverglenn to stand before Eamos and answer these charges.” Continued the Abbot. It was Morgan that again interjected with calm reason. “Abbot Yodfor, you can see I wear the tokens of Gerech.” He still wore the mask of Valentin and the Gerechian breastplate looted from the temple of Konstatin Seth. “And I bear Artyom Seth’s own scepter. I will not allow myself or my comrades to be forcibly arrested. How do you propose that you and, what, one other injured man arrest us?” asked Morgan. It was true. Their four remaining companions could barely stand let alone force us to do something we did not wish. “We have no desire for violence. We also travel to Riverglenn. We will agree to come with you as companions for the journey and will see your Eamos on our arrival there.” He added diplomatically. The Abbot glanced about at his fellows and with a sigh conceded the point. “I agree to these terms. But we had best make haste. They”, he jerked his thumb over his shoulder to the temple, “will not be long in reorganising and leaving the temple.” He was right of course. He had already indicated that there were many more inside. We warned the Hutenkamans, who were still in a drug induced state, that they best flee, strapped Moxadder and the four unwell knights to their horses (so that their hands were bound to their feet under their horses’ belly) and set off into the ever encroaching darkness. Abbot Yodfor was convinced that the Dominion forces that we had unearthed would pursue us, lest we spread word about them, so we decided to ride through the night. We stopped after midnight when Moxadder’s cursing alerted us that he had regained consciousness. Once his wounds were tended to by Morgan, and he had taken a few ‘medicinal’ herbs, we explained the situation. Although he cocked an eyebrow when told we were technically under arrest he said nothing. I think that the herbs may have had something to do with his calm disposition. “Abbot Yodfor?” he inquired of us. We confirmed that that was the crusader captain. And then he addressed the Abbot. “I know you. ‘member the baquet at the ‘Alfast Games?” Yodfor looked at Moxadder intently before suspiciously replying, “Yes.” “Well it was me that asked you for ‘elp to kill those Geduldian monks.” Said Moxadder. “You’re one of them Son’s of Light from the Games.” “Ah yes,” Abbot Yodfor responded. “I thought you looked familiar, you’re a long way from Halfast.” “As are you.” I added with finality. I wished to share no information with the Gerechians. Who knows what they would do with it? Our mounts moved off slowly, Moxadder covered their tracks behind them for perhaps half and hour before he too remounted and we continued our journey. Exhausted, dawn offered a few hours respite, for we had not slept since the previous night. Abbot Yodfor and Morgan changed the bandages of the Gerechians as best they could, but they were not healers, just battlefield medics. I doubted they would all last the trip to Riverglenn. We traveled through the untrailed forest into the early evening, avoiding the road so that we would not be so easily followed. The only occurrence of note was that we passed what looked remarkably like a menhir, similar to that of Lorcan the Druid. Wisely none of us made comment of it to the zealots. We made a fireless camp by a creek and ate unpleasant rations in silence. Our tiredness had not improved either the Hydra’s or the Gerechians mood with one another. Zhontell interrupted our thoughts. “I’ve seen this before. I’ve dreamt it.” Not another dream! The last one almost ended in the elf running away in fear from a pile of rocks. Admittedly, there was something under them, but it was in no way going to harm us. “This stream leads to a lake. At the edge of the lake is a boat. We must find the boat.” He continued. Our questions would get no more from the stoic fey. In the end I think curiosity overrode our fatigue and doubt (perhaps it was that we wanted to finally prove Zhontell wrong) and we set off again into the night. [/QUOTE]
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