The Whisperers in Darkness

[jkason]

Galec

Galec seems to settle back a moment, and points knowingly to Alastor to say, "Gods are not required to make themselves known, but choose at their will and with a wisdom we cannot fully comprehend. It's only a fool believes they must answer every sniveling call for a better job or a prettier wife or a milder winter. This life is made to test us; if the gods handed us our living just for asking nicely, what sort of limp-spined children would we grow into?"

The accusing finger bats at nothing in the air, as if trying to sweep away further argument. The shifter seems satisfied, at least, with the standstill the two appear to have reached.

"Whether an act of hubris came back to haunt you or 'twas sabotage from an outside force, The Mournland is the result. That you survived it and continue says much about your own strength. If we can agree that we see the world very differently from one another, I think perhaps we could be mighty in combination, Sir Alastor."

 

[MadMaxim]

Alastor - Human Warmage

"I get your point, Galec, and I didn't mean praying to the gods for simple things like good weather or a plentiful harvest, but if Cyre wasn't intended to wield the incredible amount of arcane might it actually wielded then wouldn't the gods have stopped us from pursuing those levels of power? We believed and still believe in the gods, but it's hard for a man to have a strong faith when he was able to last longer than his own country... We're bitter and filled with anger because of this disaster. I think you can understand that."

Again, he slumps back into the armchair and admits: "You're right that The Mournland is the result of some sort of disaster whether it was brought upon us by a foreign power or our own ambitions, it's still the only thing that is left of a once mighty nation..."

Thinking about his beloved homeland almost brings tears to his eyes, but he quickly wipes them away with the back of his hand.

 

[jkason]

Galec

Galec's expression softens at the emotion his new companion is clearly working to restrain. He stands and walks across the room to him.

"I am a brusque person, not always as understanding or tactful as I should be. Dol Dorn serves me well in that I'm far more suited to shows of force than shows of diplomacy."

Here he holds out his hand. "Please, however, accept my apology. I did not mean to cause you this pain you clearly feel, though I admire your ability to face it."

 

[MadMaxim]

Alastor - Human Warmage

Alastor shakes the shifter's hand: "It's okay, apology accepted, Galec."

 

[Desdichado]

Addie comes slowly out of the room at this point, wiping her eyes on the back of her hand. "He's ready; you can come ask him your questions now. But," she puts a suddenly alert finger right under your noses, "one sign of distressing him and I'll have to insist that we stop. I don't want a relapse!"

She leads you slowly into the sickroom, which is dark and curtained. There are a few stools for some of you to sit; the rest will have to stand. The bed takes up most of the room.

Your patient lies under the covers. He seems as if he's muttering and waving his head slowly in his sleep.

 

[jkason]

Galec, shifter cleric

Galec hangs back a little, worried his less human appearance may set the man off.

"If we've only a few questions, I suppose we should get right to the heart of the matter," he mutters, then raises his voice.

"Sir, we're the ones who found you and brought you here for help. Can you tell us what attacked you?"

 

[Krug]

Darksheen is glad that the hot-tempered episode is over. Humans...odd creatures.

 

[MadMaxim]

Alastor - Human Warmage

Alastor steps up in front of Galec to avoid the man possibly catching a glimpse of the shifter. Then he waits for him to answer Galec's question...

 

[Desdichado]

The man moans, and shakes his head back and forth in his sleep. Cold sweat streams down his face. His visage is a snarl of rage and fear. But he answers coherently.

"I've never seen anything like it. I couldn't even see it. It was dark... all dark... and huge... THE EYES!.... NO!! No! [size=-2]no...[/size]" He slowly stops talking, and his face relaxes a bit.

Addie looks at you nervously. "I don't like this!" she whispers. "Who is this man?"

 

[Erekose13]

Steps outside the room echo in the small home. Just then a head pokes in, "Addie?" says a half-elven woman with long brown hair and deep blue eyes. "Oh, is this a bad time?" she asks seeing so many gathered around Addie and her patient. She steps a bit more into the light of the door frame, but remains outside until invited in. She is wearing a travel cloak over simple attire common in Greenblade, an empty, thin scabbard is attached to her hip.