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Post by drunkensolamnic on Jun 27, 2017 14:39:46 GMT -5
Nasib lets Grayson and whoever else in and nods with approval at his methods, adding his own insights into Kitara's character, though there is some pause before he says his piece:"Squire Lovich values the Faith above all else, and despite having ample opportunity otherwise, has pursued the tenets of the Templar Order at the expense of other, more lucrative pursuits. I have no doubt that she will doggedly pursue her Trials, having succeeded in her first already. I pray that she will accomplish her next Trial of finding her daughter, God willing." Kitara arrives late, catching only the last few of Nasib's words. She's wearing a rough peasant dress, having had difficulty finding one to fit her and gets down on her knees infront of her mother's chair quietly, taking the older woman's hands in her own. "Momma, momma its Kitara. I came home. I'm here." Kitara doesn't get out much more before breaking into tears and pressing her face against her mother's hands and mumbling out quasi coherent apologies for not being there when the family needed her; the big woman simply too overwhelmed by the last few days to function properly in this situation.
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Post by leroybrown on Jun 28, 2017 20:49:03 GMT -5
Sarah writes her named elegantly, in the slot for boxing.
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Post by modular on Jul 1, 2017 14:44:02 GMT -5
After the brutal hunt for the beast of Vargenburg, Doc goes about checking on each of those who had been wounded in the battle with the beast.
Samples are taken from the wounds, and then they are cleaned, with a gentle application of water, of alcohol, of a salve laced with silver, powdered and incorporated into and throughout, and then a salve with a mild, diluted concentration of the weed Wolfsbane. Between each step, before proceeding, he inquires about how the patient and the injury feel, looking for what, if anything, grants some degree of relief to the unusually fierce wounds inflicted by the unusually fierce monster.
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Post by fen on Jul 1, 2017 14:47:04 GMT -5
Allison would lay herself up and let Doc do his doctoring, using a cup of warm cider to warm up and calm herself down. She winces a bit as Doc tends to her injuries, exhaustion keeping her normally colorful language to a minimum.
"It coulda been a lot worse had you not intervened with that cryostasis, but... is it supposed to burn like that?"
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Post by sparky on Jul 1, 2017 15:02:17 GMT -5
Once Doc had seen to the claw marks left him him, he'd head to the Heran Temple, to check on those there. Once he's sure they're alright, he'd then ask:
"Where do ye's plan on goin' now? This place ainnae defensible, and I think th' townsfolk have already caught a whiff that ye's be here. I hate t' suggest this big o' a move, but if ye dinner have confidence in stayin' here, maybe ye'd consider a longer trip, with Neermore or Calidor bein' th' destination. Those cities are more acceptin' of th' faith than these lands."
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Post by leroybrown on Jul 1, 2017 15:03:13 GMT -5
Sarah makes her rounds as well, tending to the injured. She seems mostly unscathed from the battle, save for a single, somewhat superficial claw wound on her right bicep from where the creature's claws penetrated her leather. She permits Doc to tend to said injury with his little remedy, mostly because she cannot effectively tend to it herself.
When all is said and done for the general slashes and gashes of the group, the girl turns her attention to assess Grayson's new cognitive status. A few potions are administered, and the pyromaniac Templar is sentenced to a night of bed rest.
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Post by ronan on Jul 1, 2017 16:04:57 GMT -5
For his part, Grayson would follow the group back to Vargenberg in uncharacteristic near silence. Questions, comments or directions from his comrades would be met with fairly short, somewhat nonsensical replies. . . except for Sarah, whom would immediately garner Grayson's full and undivided attention, though he would strangely speak to her in an almost past tense and mispronounce the inflections in her name.
Once back in Vargenberg, he would split from the group and find an inn room to call his own. He could later be found by either Doc, Sarah or both, standing before a wash-basin and mirror, a distant gaze set on his reflection and a bloody towel in hand from trying to clean his own, numerous wounds. Claw marks and punctures could be found scattered about his torso and arms from the creatures numerous frantic and successful attempts to pierce his armor or find the weak spots at it's joints, and a particularly deep set run along his left cheek, from when his helm was nearly torn off entirely, in addition to the lump on his head from striking it on something (a fairly common occurrence, these days.)
He would thank both physicians for their aid, and follow any given directions without complaint or fuss.
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Post by sparky on Jul 1, 2017 18:41:52 GMT -5
Once back in Vargenburg, after his pow-wow with the Herans, Carter would go find Frazer, standing before him with deep cuts going through his wyvern hide leathers, offering a bar of gold and silver each.
"When ye get th' chance, mind patchin' up me gear, when he get th' chance, please? I ainnae a fan o' th' cold on me cuts."
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Post by Lugwy on Jul 2, 2017 15:32:06 GMT -5
(Written with feedback from Fuzz and Kitsunetsume.)
Once the horses' hooves have faded off into the distance, Allie, James, and the ambassador Horik set out towards Boris the smith's residence after some conferring. Unfortunately, Boris was among the refugees who left Vargenburg following the town's recently adopted bout of Triumvirate fanaticism, so the three came across a cold and empty house instead, showing no indication of recent habitation. After some consideration, they decided that violating the sanctity of private property was not worth handling the awkward questions to come later, and they turned to make their way towards the inn, their collective pace slowed due to the injuries between them. Once they have arrived at the inn, the innkeep showed an unprecedented philanthropic streak by allowing the three weary and sleep-deprived outsiders refuge in one of his larger rooms without charge. Regardless of any questions regarding the innkeep's motives, the room was accepted, and the shortage of beds was resolved by allowing the ambassador monopoly on one of the beds while Allie and James took turns sleeping on the other. Allie was assigned to be the first to rest, which was an arrangement that pleased her greatly. While Allie was sleeping, James would exit the premises to head for the Cathedral. Once within, with a combination of less-than-sesquipedalian loquaciousness and other tricks as needed, James would try to wrangle the townsfolk into doing something more productive than listening to the ravings of an insomniac representative of the Triumvirate. Surprisingly, people who have stayed up well past their bedtime being thoroughly cowed by sermons teeming with religious discrimination and painting the recent monstrous happenings as a tool of heresy and Lazaar are somehow less than receptive towards being talked to by a strange metal man with an arm in a sling. While their fear kept James from meeting any significant bodily harm, it resulted in a non-violent equivalent of a stalemate as none seemed willing to vacate the Cathedral on the words of the professor, and James, seeing the futility of his attempts, opted to leave the place and patrol for a bit, doing the lookouts' task by himself of seeking weaknesses in the town's palisade until his own exhaustion obligated him to return to the inn to take his turn of rest, trusting Allie to take over. Allie was less than pleased to hear the news, but reluctantly left the warmth of the inn to make her own rounds (perhaps while entertaining perceived notions of duress in her mind). The rest of her time was spent with her demonstrating her lack of capability to be a reliable watchman by resorting to making circuitous routes within the town instead, noting various ways of getting around without ever entering the square, until the sun hovered just past the apex of the sky and a sudden ruckus from the Cathedral attracted her attention. Perhaps with visions of pitchforks and burning buildings dancing in her head, Allie would investigate to find that the rest of the group had returned, bearing multiple wounds and a large, vaguely canine-contoured skull, and there was much rejoicing over the populace on how the beast of Lazaar was defeated by the Templars (et al). In the midst of the hero-celebration, the small and physically challenged woman would point the party towards the inn that she and James were taking residence in and tell them to be quiet for the sake of the sleeping professor. Also, they should take a bath when they can because they smell.
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Post by Fuzz on Jul 2, 2017 17:29:35 GMT -5
The Winter Tournament Begins
Your party was greeted with cheers and admiration on your return to Vargenburg, its denizens thanking you profusely for your victory over the strange beast that had been terrorizing the region. Pater Heydrich, thankful for the Templars' intervention, suggests that there be a great feast for your honor that night, however duty has bound you to return to Stargfelsen town to participate in the great Winter Tournament. The ride back is relatively uneventful, the Herans quietly joining your party outside of town and traveling with you to the town proper, and from there, who knows. Vargenburg has nothing for them, now.
You arrive on the eve of the tourney, Klaus meeting up with you at the inn to give you your tent assignments and billets. Apparently the campground is well organized and a short distance south of the Tournament Fields. Those of you who wish to would stay there overnight, great bonfires and revelry greeting you as you see the many encampments of Baron Hollentor, Duke Totfrund, and even Duke Einstadt has his own small encampment, with a small group of warriors. You see some familiar faces of Alex, Anton, Herzog, and both of the Ambassadors, but you note that there is a notable absence of any representation from the Kaiser or the Capital of Grauwisen. Drinks are available, for those that want them, and much revelry is had on the eve of the start of the tournament, with Wordsmithing and Boxing being slated as events of the next day.
The other contestants can be found wandering the encampment:
Hollentor: Lady Wulfara Breville Viktor Halvec Yuri Maztech Andrzej Gubenko Ilyana Yeltsin
Totfrund: Hans Olafson Rolf Lundgren Dolf Stetzer Grigor Miltorich Hana Ostfreund
Einstadt: Hansel Freidren Gunther Fabian Maximoff von Einstadt Helmer Gutenson Luxanna Speitz
They all seem rather quiet about what events they are participating in, indeed it is custom to await your announcement on the day of the festivities. The parties intermingle and friendships and rivalries are made, including a tussle or two.
The next morning you awake with the sun, trumpeters awakening everyone for the march to the Tournament grounds, the festivities starting...
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Post by drunkensolamnic on Jul 2, 2017 21:47:21 GMT -5
For Kitara's part, she suffers through the routine of being treated, simply accepting her new scars as part of her fate and knowing that her luck with avoiding permanent marks was still better than most warriors. She seems to be preoccupied, even seething on some level which is not unexpected of her of late. After a few fitful hours of rest, likely disturbing others with her less than peaceful dreams of late, she's early to rise and quick to the saddle for the village.
Once there she plants herself at the Cathedral's doorstep, shouting for all to gather about. Once she has a sizable crowd she would present the head and say, "Ze beast has been slain! Ze creature vich haunted your forests is no more! By ze might of ze Zree and God you have been seen safe zrough zis, but not for your fear or your own actions but for taking ze action to aid yourselves by getting ze information zat you had to zose vho could help. Take faith in ze Scrolls and zeir teachings, not merely ze Prophecies but ze gospels vhich teach you to be generous to your neighbors, to look out for von anozer and to do well upon zose around you! Zere are many in zis town zis flock has made to feel less zen velcome among zem due to ze misguidance of your sheperd! Correct ze matter and prove yourselves vorthy of being rescued from zis creature. Bring in your outcast neighbors, make restitution to zose vho have been harmed. Let fear rule your minds no more and only respect for ze lifes of von anozer take hold. It is not ze layman's lot to purge heresy from zis vorld by ze sword or ze torch, it is your lot to show our Faith is ze true faith in your kind actions and how you live your life, honoring Saint Leah and Saint Eoseph's teachings, only by doing zat vill you find yoruselves able to be judged vorthy by Saint Matt!"
She waits some time for a response, before mounting and heading north with the others, glaring down Pater Heidrich if she comes across him clearly still disapproving of his sermons which made the congregation spineless and full of fear and malice.
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Post by Kitsunenotsume on Jul 10, 2017 23:19:26 GMT -5
Fully cognizant that it would likely be put off until after the tournament, James will have dropped off the following letter with the Baron's footservant ahortly after the team's return from Vargensburg.
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Post by Lugwy on Jul 11, 2017 1:58:47 GMT -5
Allie would sequester herself away from immediate view to write, or make extremely elaborate doodles, or both, judging by her scribbling. She seems quite intent and would tap her writing implement on her chin on occasion as she does her work.
Once she seems satisfied, she will give time for the ink to dry before folding up the missive and heading off.
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Post by drunkensolamnic on Jul 11, 2017 14:44:08 GMT -5
Kitara checks in on Ser Nasib and her mother as soon as she reaches town, informing him that the matter of the vampire seems to be settled alongside the wolf-attacks and wolfman. She then prioritizes finding the Cassian ambassador, seeking his list of contacts in Hellewyn (sp?) and any further information he may have on the cult there.
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Post by leroybrown on Jul 11, 2017 19:54:14 GMT -5
Sarah would immediately seek out her mother. Her demeanor is anxious, and her movements made with haste.
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