Chapter 2: Playing With Fire
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"Your companion? She looks down, and over at the bodies." A flash of regret is on her face, "I did not see your companion there. Junil guide his soul into the Light. So many sacrifices are being made for this war." She kneels down and offers a moment of silent prayer for Tolin, then stands. "You are no allies of the Ebon Hand, but who are you, and what are you doing in Grimdale?" She gazes about at the burning place, "Or what's left of Grimdale that is."
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"We were hoping to purchase supplies and seek counsel," Morwen answers. "I am a chance companion these folk met on the road - captured by slavers with my escort slain. They can surely tell you more about their errand."
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"Slavers? Yes those roam these lands all too easily." She paces to a corpse, still burning, and stomps out some of the spreading flames with an armored boot. "There are no supplies or counsel here to be had, we have snuffed out this tainted village and all of those within."
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Mongo isn't sure they have much of a task or purpose, at least ones he can fully understand. "Kill slavers is errand. Escaped ourselves much time ago." He pauses, gesturing to the others. "And some big Artifact found too. Trying to understand it."
Rule Number 12: "A soft answer turneth away wrath. Once wrath is looking the other way, shoot it in the head."
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The last sentence makes the knight turn around and pay attention. "Artifact you say? Well then you better come with me to see my commander. Any artifact in these lands are bound to be corrupt and your soul is in danger. Please, follow me." She motions for you to join her as she starts a few steps back north the way she came from right past Tolan's burnt and dead body.
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After speaking with the knight, Eyris relaxes. She too is hurt, but she grins at Mongo. "You saved my butt from those skeletons. Thank you. Good fighting." She smiles shyly and then joins the others, hurt and weary.
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Morwen shrugs and moves to follow. She pauses to glance at Tolan's body and then at the others. She'd known the young man for a very short time. If his friends wanted to bury him that was their affair.
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Eyris glances at Tolan. Her life with her tribe in the desert was a harsh one, and no one wasted time and effort on burying the dead out in the wilds. It also occupied the vultures while the wounded were taken away. It is all natural, living, breathing, dying. She shrugs, whispers a last farewell to Tolan, and walks along, staring nervously at the knight.
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Order of Lietbur Encampment
Lady Arwedane pays no mind to the corpses, she leads you through part of the town, its burning and in rubble in places. You turn round a corner and come into view of a small camp. Tents are set, tall and around pavilion style. There must be a dozen of them in bright yellows and purples. Pennons snap in the breeze, and the ash and soot from the burning village sweeps through from time to time staining the bright colors. There are a few dozen knights and others moving about, even a pen for armored destriers. All eyes turn the center of the camp, where man is on his knees begging for his life. Standing over him is a tall man, his lower half is armored, his top half he wears only his under padding. A great two handed blade in hand, without warning he hacks the head off the kneeling man. Blood sprays and pools all about as the executioner wipes his face of blood and ash with the back of his sleeve.
Lady Awredane points, "There is Lord Commander Fellsan Blademore of Icatia City, our commander, protector of the faithful, and servant of The Justicar." She smiles and strikes forward unphased by the murder.
Lady Awredane points, "There is Lord Commander Fellsan Blademore of Icatia City, our commander, protector of the faithful, and servant of The Justicar." She smiles and strikes forward unphased by the murder.
"He that breaks a thing to find out what it is has left the path of wisdom." - Gandalf
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Order of Lietbur Encampment
Morwen remains silent as she follows behind. A thought is beginning to form in her mind that they are in the camp of zealots and she casts a somewhat concerned glance at her companions.