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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Myth and Legend" data-source="post: 5243710" data-attributes="member: 82679">In reply to Latham's remark, Ferviel stares at him and replies with a blunt tone: "Of course I do. The people of Angelwatch are my flock, after all. Plus I expect there will be retribution for my efforts, both towards my person and towards the Temple." He then turns and walks over to Bolgrim, staring him down and gripping his mace with whitened knuckles. Dawnbringer Ferviel makes a face as if he had eaten something bad, which is his usual way of expressing how annoyed he is. "You thrice-cursed, POX RIDDEN, short-legged barrel of sour ale! - the Cleric angrily growls at the bloodied and mangled Dwarf before him. The tavern suddenly quiets down, as it is obvious Ferviel's words hold their weight in Angelwatch. - How many times will you start your CRAP in this fine establishment? Haven't I told you enough times to steer clear of the newcommers?!"Ferviel seems angry, a vein on his neck is throbbing with blood, but he keeps still, mace in hand and Lathander's aura shining around him. On the other hand, Bolgrim does the more practical thing and drops to the floor, gasping for air as he coughs out a large puddle of blood, spittle and stomache fluid on the Cleric's mail clad boots. Ferviel growls with frustration and backs one step away, as he continues talking:"The price for my spells is coming out from your pocket! And my wine tonight. And the Half-Orc's wine as well. - Ferviel grins wickedly as Blogrim raises his gaze with frustration, but unable to respond with more than wheezing and coughing. - And tell Jared that I want you and your boys to report in battle gear and equipped for a two week campaign first thing in the morning. Be at the Cathedral tomorrow at first bell, or we will have words again."That last part obviously did not sound very nice to Bolgrim, who harrumphed but nodded slowly. With that, Ferviel leans down and with a shine of gold coloured energy, he bestows a healing enchantment on the battered Dwarf. The priest then proceeds to approach Thok, examining his semi healed wounds with an approving stare, and nodding to Kye."Good work Helmite! I trust you will forego the animocity Helm feels towards Lathander, and leave the Godly business to the Gods. I was needing a good Cleric to help me with the upcoming fight."Ferviel leans over Thok and slaps his cheek, waking the Half Orc and grinning at him. "You're a big guy aren't you. You'll be fine! Let me help you get strong enough to lift up your mug though!"Another touch of Ferviel's hands and the dawn on his armour glowing once again. Thok soon feels his muscles tightening and the wounds closing with a strong tingling sensation."So that's that! Now since Bolgrim has been so kind as to buy us dinner - a quick glance at the retreating Dwarf makes him reluctantly take off the purse hanging on his belt and throw it over to the Cleric. - We can join the smart arse Wizard over there - he points towards Latham. - and his lackey."Meanwhile the back door bursts open, and in comes Merry leading Bran Bloodmane, who has his axe drawn with a wild look in his eye. "Where are they miss Merry I'll carve them up good!" he shouts with his loud voice, only to find himself staring at a quiet room, with Bolgrim stubbornly staring at the table, as he has resumed his position.Merry glares at Thok and Kye apologetically, but at the inkeeper's request, she gets a rag and a bucket of water, and starts cleaning the blood off the wooden floor. Gradually, the conversations around the tavern resume, and Ferviel, Kye, Thok (who is healing with miraculous speed), Latham and Keht all sit at the same table, while Bran, Adelaide and her two escorts return to their own table, now occupied by a lone Halfing. The monk leans in, and whispers something to Latham, then resumes his position of standing guard next to the table.[sblock=Latham]"Our tail from before is here."[/sblock]Herriman notices that the Wizard's bodyguard ever vigilant eyes linger on him for a moment, and narrow slightly as they recognize his still wet clothes.He is soon faced with a curly blond female Paladin, the large axe-wielding man from before, and two men who seem to know their way around a sword. "This was our table before the violence ensued, but feel free to share it with us. My name is Adelaide Swiftblade, a Paladin of Lathander, and this is Bran Bloodmane, the local woodsman and Ranger. These fine men besides men are Alevyth Balwer and Sensalar, both eager to join our holy mission of extermination!"The woman's voice is clear and pleasant, and her face resembles that of a porclelain doll - delicate and gorgeous. However, between the impossibly enchanting Vivian, and the surprisingly pretty (and busty) servant girl, the Paladin seems a bit closer to the ordinary, even if she would otherwise be considered a beauty.[sblock=Spellcraft DC 20]Ferviel casts Greater Vigor x 2. Thok has Fast Healing 4 until the end of the duration.[/sblock]</blockquote>

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