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<blockquote data-quote="Myth and Legend" data-source="post: 5337844" data-attributes="member: 82679"><p>The girl looks at Thok with a confused expression. <strong>"A dream? About an Orcish God? Did he have one eye ony?"</strong> When the Barbarian confirms, Merry continues with a tense voice. <strong>"This is definitely a description of Gruumsh. But i know not of any blade that could possibly belong to him."</strong></p><p></p><p>At this moment the innkeeper, mister Hatley, comes down the wooden staircase, the old planks screeching beneath his feet. <strong>"Um this was left in yer room. I don't want no trouble, ya hear? Take yer stuff, don't be blamin' me later!"</strong></p><p></p><p>He tosses the backpack on the side of the table, and looks at Thok and Merry.<strong> "Gruumsh came to you in a dream now is it? I got what ye need, leave my serving wench be. Bunch of yer kind </strong>- he nods towards Thok, but it is unclear whether he means adventurers, or Half Orcs, or Barbarians for that matter. -<strong> left it here one night, cuz one o' them died and the others couldn't touch the thing without spewing their guts on the floor. I tried giving it to Ferviel so he can consecrate it or whatever Priests do, but he said there ain't no evil inside it."</strong></p><p></p><p>The inkeeper brushes his hands on his apron and begins stuffing his pipe. <strong>"Been keeping it, as a souvenir you see. Wait here.</strong> - Hatley makes his way to one of the back rooms and comes back, dragging a wooden chest on the floor. He opens the lid with his foot, and inside lies a long black blade, with viscous curves along the base. It looks just like the one Thok dreamed. -<strong> Five hundar' gold pieces and it's yours."</strong> Hatley narrows his eyes and brushes his somewhat greasy hair.</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p style="text-align: center">***</p> <p style="text-align: center"></p><p></p><p></p><p>The Paladins of Lathander have already assembled, even before dawn has began painting the horizon in shades of pink and orange. The Chirch is light brightly by ever-burning flames, and Lazarus Trimenheim is sitting on one of the benches, reading a book of scripture. Next to him sits Lórquelië, pale and delicate, like a rose in winter, and the silence is only disturbed by the other holy warriors, murmuring prayers. </p><p></p><p><strong>"I am thankful for Mistress Canevia's prompt response to my request. You arriving in the middle of the night, in this part of Muirlane is truly a brave act. We are in dire need of arcane might on this holy assignment, as Lathander be my witness there are horrors in this Valley that cannot be bested by the might of a blade alone."</strong> Lazarus talks without lifting his gaze from the book, armour clad, clean shaven and seemingly fresh although he was already awake when the Elf arrived.</p><p></p><p><strong>"I have known the leader of the Incantatrix order for many years - Canevia and I were adventurers together, back when she could do not much but conjure a simple cantrip. I am sure that she has chosen you to aid us for a reason, and I wish not to intrude on your motives and past. Just know, that this task is as dangerous as it is righteous. I cannot guarantee your safety, once we are past that gate."</strong> Lazarus speaks calmly, his finger pointing to where he is reading - a passage of the Morning Prayer. His greatsword rests comfortably next to him, leaning against the bench, the scabbard engraved with gold and silver, as lavishly as the Paladin's armour.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Myth and Legend, post: 5337844, member: 82679"] The girl looks at Thok with a confused expression. [B]"A dream? About an Orcish God? Did he have one eye ony?"[/B] When the Barbarian confirms, Merry continues with a tense voice. [B]"This is definitely a description of Gruumsh. But i know not of any blade that could possibly belong to him."[/B] At this moment the innkeeper, mister Hatley, comes down the wooden staircase, the old planks screeching beneath his feet. [B]"Um this was left in yer room. I don't want no trouble, ya hear? Take yer stuff, don't be blamin' me later!"[/B] He tosses the backpack on the side of the table, and looks at Thok and Merry.[B] "Gruumsh came to you in a dream now is it? I got what ye need, leave my serving wench be. Bunch of yer kind [/B]- he nods towards Thok, but it is unclear whether he means adventurers, or Half Orcs, or Barbarians for that matter. -[B] left it here one night, cuz one o' them died and the others couldn't touch the thing without spewing their guts on the floor. I tried giving it to Ferviel so he can consecrate it or whatever Priests do, but he said there ain't no evil inside it."[/B] The inkeeper brushes his hands on his apron and begins stuffing his pipe. [B]"Been keeping it, as a souvenir you see. Wait here.[/B] - Hatley makes his way to one of the back rooms and comes back, dragging a wooden chest on the floor. He opens the lid with his foot, and inside lies a long black blade, with viscous curves along the base. It looks just like the one Thok dreamed. -[B] Five hundar' gold pieces and it's yours."[/B] Hatley narrows his eyes and brushes his somewhat greasy hair. [CENTER]*** [/CENTER] The Paladins of Lathander have already assembled, even before dawn has began painting the horizon in shades of pink and orange. The Chirch is light brightly by ever-burning flames, and Lazarus Trimenheim is sitting on one of the benches, reading a book of scripture. Next to him sits Lórquelië, pale and delicate, like a rose in winter, and the silence is only disturbed by the other holy warriors, murmuring prayers. [B]"I am thankful for Mistress Canevia's prompt response to my request. You arriving in the middle of the night, in this part of Muirlane is truly a brave act. We are in dire need of arcane might on this holy assignment, as Lathander be my witness there are horrors in this Valley that cannot be bested by the might of a blade alone."[/B] Lazarus talks without lifting his gaze from the book, armour clad, clean shaven and seemingly fresh although he was already awake when the Elf arrived. [B]"I have known the leader of the Incantatrix order for many years - Canevia and I were adventurers together, back when she could do not much but conjure a simple cantrip. I am sure that she has chosen you to aid us for a reason, and I wish not to intrude on your motives and past. Just know, that this task is as dangerous as it is righteous. I cannot guarantee your safety, once we are past that gate."[/B] Lazarus speaks calmly, his finger pointing to where he is reading - a passage of the Morning Prayer. His greatsword rests comfortably next to him, leaning against the bench, the scabbard engraved with gold and silver, as lavishly as the Paladin's armour. [/QUOTE]
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