Post by K Man on Jul 16, 2008 10:39:29 GMT -5
SEA GREEN
While Lord Amassu awaits an answer at your back, Henrick has something a little more insulting to say.
"Have you gone mad? Have you all fallen sick with stupidity?!" He whispers harshly, eyes begging Natsumi to reconsider. "How can you possibly think you'll be safe? Look at him!"
He allows his eyes to drift away from Natsumi's, only for a second. Then it's back to more silent begging. Henrick fumes, his breath coming in short gasps. Clearly the former captain turned bodyguard thinks this is a very foolish idea, if not one that will result in death. He manages a scornful glare at each person in the huddle, including Madrigal who echoes the stare. Clearly this is an unprecedented action.
Then, a gentle squeeze of Henrick's hand.
Henrick's face--though twisted in anger and confusion--manages to relax a little. The Captain finally drops his head and forces himself to mutter.
"If it is your wish, I offer no resistance." He brings his head back up, eyes nearly on the verge of watering with tears. "But if anything happens to you, I swear to every god in every pantheon...I'll kill Amassu."
The Lord, thankfully out of ear shot from this conversation, bellows from his cloud throne.
"This offer and my patience expire quickly."
Lord Amassu doesn't even acknowledge Sean's request to define the term 'service', but the Sky-King does acknowledge Ella and her curiousity.
"The bone is here, brought many centuries ago by one Girud Sandstrider. It will be yours if she is mine."
He waits a decision impatiently.
DARK RED[/size]
"I have seen it only in brief passing in the lower wards and only heard it whispered. Their presence here is muted, if not entirely concealed. I cannot give a specific location no more than I can give a name and face. I am sorry."
"Know that with your information, I will certainly pay stricter attention to the symbols I see and anyone who speaks the name 'Deathspeakers'.
Dartius motions to Lockheart.
"Since you are here Lockheart, we could use your help. See if you can give the Acolytes some direction based on the information we have just heard. Focus on the name given and time period in which they speak."
Lockheart nods. The aged cleric turns to you and take a moment to shake each of your hands in thanks. Before he departs, he says a few words of appreciation.
"It seems running into you was fortuitous at the least. Duty now calls me and I must serve my order, so it is with a heavy heart that I say goodbye to you." And without much else to say, Lockheart departs for the sea of over-worked acolytes in the rear of the temple.
Master Dartius seems patient enough to respond to any more questions, though clearly his mind is beginning to drift to all the information you've given him thus far. If there are no more questions, he bids you a fond farewell.
"I thank you for the guidance friends, hopefully it will prove the key to unravelling this mystery. Should you need help, the temple doors are always open to you." As if an afterthought, Master Dartius smirks. "Should you find a Deathspeaker, I believe we can work together to get information out of him."
{In response to Wanderer, they would sell blessed weapons/items, but being that their magic is dwindling, they are immediately concerned with hoarding the items until they can cast it freely again. Dartius will suggest you try the market place for anything can be found there.}
While Lord Amassu awaits an answer at your back, Henrick has something a little more insulting to say.
"Have you gone mad? Have you all fallen sick with stupidity?!" He whispers harshly, eyes begging Natsumi to reconsider. "How can you possibly think you'll be safe? Look at him!"
He allows his eyes to drift away from Natsumi's, only for a second. Then it's back to more silent begging. Henrick fumes, his breath coming in short gasps. Clearly the former captain turned bodyguard thinks this is a very foolish idea, if not one that will result in death. He manages a scornful glare at each person in the huddle, including Madrigal who echoes the stare. Clearly this is an unprecedented action.
Then, a gentle squeeze of Henrick's hand.
Henrick's face--though twisted in anger and confusion--manages to relax a little. The Captain finally drops his head and forces himself to mutter.
"If it is your wish, I offer no resistance." He brings his head back up, eyes nearly on the verge of watering with tears. "But if anything happens to you, I swear to every god in every pantheon...I'll kill Amassu."
The Lord, thankfully out of ear shot from this conversation, bellows from his cloud throne.
"This offer and my patience expire quickly."
Lord Amassu doesn't even acknowledge Sean's request to define the term 'service', but the Sky-King does acknowledge Ella and her curiousity.
"The bone is here, brought many centuries ago by one Girud Sandstrider. It will be yours if she is mine."
He waits a decision impatiently.
DARK RED[/size]
"I have seen it only in brief passing in the lower wards and only heard it whispered. Their presence here is muted, if not entirely concealed. I cannot give a specific location no more than I can give a name and face. I am sorry."
"Know that with your information, I will certainly pay stricter attention to the symbols I see and anyone who speaks the name 'Deathspeakers'.
Dartius motions to Lockheart.
"Since you are here Lockheart, we could use your help. See if you can give the Acolytes some direction based on the information we have just heard. Focus on the name given and time period in which they speak."
Lockheart nods. The aged cleric turns to you and take a moment to shake each of your hands in thanks. Before he departs, he says a few words of appreciation.
"It seems running into you was fortuitous at the least. Duty now calls me and I must serve my order, so it is with a heavy heart that I say goodbye to you." And without much else to say, Lockheart departs for the sea of over-worked acolytes in the rear of the temple.
Master Dartius seems patient enough to respond to any more questions, though clearly his mind is beginning to drift to all the information you've given him thus far. If there are no more questions, he bids you a fond farewell.
"I thank you for the guidance friends, hopefully it will prove the key to unravelling this mystery. Should you need help, the temple doors are always open to you." As if an afterthought, Master Dartius smirks. "Should you find a Deathspeaker, I believe we can work together to get information out of him."
{In response to Wanderer, they would sell blessed weapons/items, but being that their magic is dwindling, they are immediately concerned with hoarding the items until they can cast it freely again. Dartius will suggest you try the market place for anything can be found there.}
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