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<blockquote data-quote="Insight" data-source="post: 2280139" data-attributes="member: 11437">ClareClare Karaby | Darisant, LurienClare takes the bleeding man to a nearby couch, which Father Laertes wisely draped with a white cloth before the wounded man was set upon it.&nbsp; Upon taking stock of the stranger's injuries, Clare notes that he is not so much wounded, as there are not signs of violence upon the body, but that this stranger seems to be oozing blood (and possibly other icky stuff) from various sores on his face, chest, and arms.&quot;Clare...&quot; he says with a grave tone in his voice, &quot;You... we are all in danger.&nbsp; There is a great Evil harbored nearby.&quot;As Clare concentrates on the power of healing, in an attempt to assuage the man's poor condition, the sores seem to get better, but do not entirely vanish.OOC: After one Cure Light Wounds spell, you can tell it's not really doing much.&nbsp; You can cast more spells if you wish, but Clare can tell he's not so much wounded as damaged, if that makes any sense.&nbsp; Read on for a full explanation.&quot;I knew to come to you, Clare,&quot; the stranger says, his body in obvious pain.&nbsp; &quot;I have seen you, in my mind.&nbsp; You are the one thing I can count on.&nbsp; A purity in an otherwise gloomy world.&quot;&nbsp; He hacks, coughing up some blood.&nbsp; &quot;You do not yet understand what I have been through, and there is not time for my entire life's story, so listen close, for what I tell you may set into action a chain of events from which you can never turn back.&quot;&quot;Please, help me to sit up,&quot; he says, and Father Laertes does so.&nbsp; &quot;My name is Spenzer Koren and I was once a Priest in the Order of the Book.&nbsp; This is how I came to know who you are, Clare.&nbsp; But I have disgraced the Order, and I have been punished.&nbsp; These are not physical injuries, but spiritual ones.&nbsp; There is not much left for me in this world, and I fear, nothing but Hell for me in the next, but I must follow my conscience one last time if there is any hope for my salvation.&quot;&quot;Like I said, there is a great Evil nearby,&quot; he continues.&nbsp; &quot;It has been made manifest in a most pleasing form, but it is Evil nonetheless.&nbsp; You know... you must have learned in your studies... Evil stalks the innocent, and tempts the Good into perversions.&quot;&nbsp; Blood trickles from his tear ducts.&nbsp; &quot;I have done bad things,&quot; he says.&nbsp; &quot;But I am here as a last resort, to right what I have wronged.&quot;&quot;These sores you see upon me,&quot; he says, &quot;These are the signs of my failure as a Priest and as a follower of the Celestial Hebdomad.&quot;&nbsp; He coughs up again.&nbsp; &quot;I have given into the pleasures of the flesh, only to discover too late that these were no pleasures of any kind, but subtle torture, the product of a devious mind.&quot;&quot;She waits for you,&quot; Koren warns.&nbsp; &quot;You must be strong in your Faith, and in the words of your Patron.&nbsp; There is so much more Good in you than I ever had.&nbsp; Clare, you must stop her before she destroys all that we have worked for.&quot;Father Laertes intervened.&nbsp; &quot;Perhaps some rest...&quot;&quot;No!&quot; Koren shouted.&nbsp; &quot;There isn't time.&nbsp; Clare must go to the Chapel of Unity and...&quot;Koren stops, clutches his throat, and falls to the floor, trembling.&nbsp; Father Laertes rushes to the stranger's side, turning him over.&nbsp; As he does, Koren's eyes are completely bloodshot, his face with a pallor of the spectre of death.&quot;Clare...&quot; he says.&nbsp; &quot;You must unite them... they need your strength... your sense of purpose.&nbsp; Without you, all will fail.&nbsp; You must find the... the...&quot;And with that, Spenzer Koren is no more.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Insight, post: 2280139, member: 11437"] [b]Clare[/b] [color=gold][b]Clare Karaby[/b][/color] | [color=silver][b]Darisant, Lurien[/b][/color] Clare takes the bleeding man to a nearby couch, which Father Laertes wisely draped with a white cloth before the wounded man was set upon it. Upon taking stock of the stranger's injuries, Clare notes that he is not so much wounded, as there are not signs of violence upon the body, but that this stranger seems to be oozing blood (and possibly other icky stuff) from various sores on his face, chest, and arms. "Clare..." he says with a grave tone in his voice, "You... we are all in danger. There is a great Evil harbored nearby." As Clare concentrates on the power of healing, in an attempt to assuage the man's poor condition, the sores seem to get better, but do not entirely vanish. [color=lightblue]OOC: After one Cure Light Wounds spell, you can tell it's not really doing much. You can cast more spells if you wish, but Clare can tell he's not so much wounded as [i]damaged[/i], if that makes any sense. Read on for a full explanation.[/color] "I knew to come to you, Clare," the stranger says, his body in obvious pain. "I have seen you, in my mind. You are the one thing I can count on. A purity in an otherwise gloomy world." He hacks, coughing up some blood. "You do not yet understand what I have been through, and there is not time for my entire life's story, so listen close, for what I tell you may set into action a chain of events from which you can never turn back." "Please, help me to sit up," he says, and Father Laertes does so. "My name is [b]Spenzer Koren[/b] and I was once a Priest in the Order of the Book. This is how I came to know who you are, Clare. But I have disgraced the Order, and I have been punished. These are not physical injuries, but spiritual ones. There is not much left for me in this world, and I fear, nothing but Hell for me in the next, but I must follow my conscience one last time if there is any hope for my salvation." "Like I said, there is a great Evil nearby," he continues. "It has been made manifest in a most pleasing form, but it is Evil nonetheless. You know... you must have learned in your studies... Evil stalks the innocent, and tempts the Good into perversions." Blood trickles from his tear ducts. "I have done bad things," he says. "But I am here as a last resort, to right what I have wronged." "These sores you see upon me," he says, "These are the signs of my failure as a Priest and as a follower of the Celestial Hebdomad." He coughs up again. "I have given into the pleasures of the flesh, only to discover too late that these were no pleasures of any kind, but subtle torture, the product of a devious mind." "She waits for you," Koren warns. "You must be strong in your Faith, and in the words of your Patron. There is so much more Good in you than I ever had. Clare, you must stop her before she destroys all that we have worked for." Father Laertes intervened. "Perhaps some rest..." "No!" Koren shouted. "There isn't time. Clare must go to the Chapel of Unity and..." Koren stops, clutches his throat, and falls to the floor, trembling. Father Laertes rushes to the stranger's side, turning him over. As he does, Koren's eyes are completely bloodshot, his face with a pallor of the spectre of death. "Clare..." he says. "You must unite them... they need your strength... your sense of purpose. Without you, all will fail. You must find the... the..." And with that, Spenzer Koren is no more. [/QUOTE]

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