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Post by roxisvaskon on Dec 9, 2012 0:08:33 GMT -9
"their names?"
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Post by markocross12 on Dec 9, 2012 20:55:09 GMT -9
Striker, Stretch, Fidget, Wings, Hair Raiser, Bolts, Cauldron, Verdan, Matches, Lightweight, Heater, and Corporal Jars.
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Post by roxisvaskon on Dec 9, 2012 23:46:41 GMT -9
"Uh, alright umm do you know there birth names."
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Post by markocross12 on Dec 10, 2012 9:16:58 GMT -9
*Smiles as if I know something you don't* [Longshot] "Those are there birth names so far as I know cleric."
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Post by roxisvaskon on Dec 10, 2012 22:58:20 GMT -9
"Very well it will do,now I need you to picture these men in your mind as well as you can. then tell me exactlly what you want this pray to be for."
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Post by markocross12 on Dec 11, 2012 12:27:31 GMT -9
[Longshot] I would ask that their souls travel safely from this world... and that they may be at peace to know that I shall duely suffer for my part in their untimely deaths.
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Post by roxisvaskon on Dec 11, 2012 23:02:14 GMT -9
*Opens his eyes for a brief second, then closes, and his posture seems to cave in a slight bit, as though his concouisness has moved from mind to his center of gravity.* "May we pass your judgement, and be purified by your forgiving flame. i ask oh goddess that you hear this mans words, I ask that you hear the fear and pain in his voice, and know that he is true of heart. Eh nombda es pattros fela, spira tu santae." *he opens his eyes and motions for longshot to take his hands.*
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Post by markocross12 on Dec 12, 2012 6:37:04 GMT -9
*Nervously reaches out and grasps the clerics hands. His palms are sweeting.*
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Post by roxisvaskon on Dec 12, 2012 11:54:59 GMT -9
*As soon as contact is made, a flash of warm bright yellow light emittes from in between their hands, then moves to just the soldiers hand and becomes more of a glow. The cleric pulls away and looks at the soldier for a brief second then touches his forhead with two fingers.* "In Sarenrae's name we pray" *And just like that the glow is gone.*
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Post by markocross12 on Dec 12, 2012 15:53:37 GMT -9
*Visibly sighs* [Longshot] " Thank you cleric. I have waited far too long to have that done. They had haunted me in the mean time, but now... there is no longer a need to carry them."
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Post by roxisvaskon on Dec 13, 2012 2:38:07 GMT -9
"It was no trouble really, and i am glad i was able help you." *the dwarf begins to stand, pauses and sits again legs crossed.* "Please forgive me Longshot, I must admitt that the couriosity will end me, and if I am over stepping my bounds i will accept that, but I must ask. What happened to those men."
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Post by markocross12 on Dec 13, 2012 4:44:14 GMT -9
*His expression turns sour. So much so that it seems he may loose what little food is in his stomach. But the moment passes and for a split second his emotions appear at war with each other. Finally his features settle into a pensive look.* [Longshot] "Very well priest, I shall tell you my tale but first, a few words of preface to help in your understanding of my story. But no, before even that I believe I shall have to make use of the fireplace, as it is not a warm tale that I would spin and already the nights chill is creeping up my spine." *He stands and moves to the small pile of prepared wood by the fireplace and places a few of the medium sided logs into the hearth. Then he begins to carve out a divot into the largest of the logs he selected.*
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Post by roxisvaskon on Dec 14, 2012 0:18:15 GMT -9
*scoots his back to a wall, and pulls back his hair and listens intently.*
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Post by markocross12 on Dec 14, 2012 4:55:44 GMT -9
*Finishes carving the divot and places the log into the hearth with the divot facing up. He then starts to stack kindling around the divot into a rough teepee shape above the divot. He puts a small amount of dry moss on top of the structure then reaches into his bag to find his lighting flint. After a shower of sparks he has a small fire going that is quickly spreading to burn its way into the logs below. He turns away from the hearth, satisfied that the fire will continue to burn without any further guidance and moves to stand by the rooms only window. He is looking outside as he begins to speak.* [Longshot] "My story is a long one, and for that I am sorry. But alas it cannot be abridged, else it will surely loose its profound sorrow in the retelling. But in truth I have told no one before so perhaps it would loose nothing." *He turns his attention to you* [Longshot] "Still, I would have you hear it in its entirety. That you may pass judgements upon my deads as is just and fair for a listener to do with characters in any story." *His expression turns grave as he shifts poses by the window* [Longshot] "First, a word of caution. This tale circles around the twin crimes of life as it is full both of blind obedience and knowing betrayal. So steal your heart cleric as I begin my narrative..."
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Post by roxisvaskon on Dec 14, 2012 21:29:36 GMT -9
*he nods, reluctantly as though he thinks he is going to regret his request.*
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