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Forbidden Temple of the Great Falls

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"I'm sorry Korsarro, but I have no knife or sewing materials" Zato replied.
"But there should be knives in the kitchen."
 
"Noble Valetni!" Argneirr exclaims, coming to a sudden halt before the monk. "MY name is Arngeirr! I arrived at the temple just recently, and in light of whatever peril has befallen it, a blind brother monk has charged me with delivery this to you."

He offers the bottle to Valetni, the flask dwarfed by his mighty hand. "He claims that someone has confused the wine and the poison at some point."
 
Korsarro nods, musing that the blind man could not see, finding pleasure in this he speaks "Then to the kitchen I must go, do you need any help with anything before I leave Zato? I would not like to leave you here lest some... incident were to occur. Like has already happened as far as I am aware." Korsarro eyes the path to the kitchen, a path he knew well enough by now to take by himself, there he would find tools. If he was luck Valetni had not reached the meat with his foul experiments this month and he would find materials also.
 
"Oh, yes that happens every couple of months." Valetni says, accepting the poison and placing it inside his habit. "My thanks for returning this to me, tell me, what were the affects on those who ingested it? Purely out of scientific curiosity, I assure you." Valetni inquires with an unnerving air of intense interest.
 
"Yes" Zato said
"Where are the others? I have not spoken with Leonard since before the attack, along with a few others"
 
"I believe those who ingested the poison became very ill, but not lethally so. They were tired and dizzy. Several of them vomited."

Arngeirr gives a forlorn glance at his boots, now stained yellow and green. "On me."
 
"Ah yes, if you would be so good as to leave any soiled clothing with me, I shall be doing laundry soon." Valetni explains. "Preferably once my shed has aired out, but I can also do it directly in the laundy, I suppose you would like a new set of clothing to wear in the interim?"
 
Korsarro scratches his head, once again enjoying that the blind man could not see this "I have absolutely no idea Brother Zato, perhaps if you head to where the masked man and Mary went off to you might find out from them? They said something about Buzzies? My apologies. I must go find flesh for bandages, if I have enough materials left over I shall make you a spiffing hat Brother." Korsarro runs off in the direction of the kitchen, toddling along on his miniscule feet. He NEEDED a blade, he had not cut flesh in so long, and with drinking out of the window it was the only solace he could have anytime soon.
 
Arngeirr swifty disrobes, removing his trousers to leave himself standing in a pair of tight black shorts. Sweat runs down his body in rivulets, casting him in a warm golden aura in the light of the sun, which has begun to set. He removes his shoes as well, and quick as a flash presents his folded trousers to Valenti, shows setting neat atop them.

"No need, brother," Arngeirr says, "I always dress in layers. This, I find, is suitable for exercises. I believe it should not bee too troubling for the monks of Buzzia."
 
"Yes, well, thank you." Valetni says, stuffing the soiled clothing into the sack. "If you would be so kind as to assist me, I need to track down the other members of the brotherhood who may require a change of clothing, but first to the laundry, where clean habits await us!" Valetni announces, leading the way for the huge man. So huge...
 
Zato began to run thoughout the monastery, constantly calling Leonard's name, along with the names of the other monks he had not met with. Dashing through the place, it was only a matter of time before he found them.
 
"Indeed Valenti," agrees Arngeirr. He follows the monk, prepared to carry any huge loads of new habits for the monks who have been soiled by the taint.
 
After a few minutes of searching, Zato's cane pinged against a metal breastplate.
"Sir Leonard? Is that you?" he asked.
 
Al had been running for some time without meeting anyone. He had almost given up hope when he heard the voice of the beverage-cart monk. Turning the next corner, he saw him. He was calling for Leonard! Al had been almost breatheless and had long giving up shouting, but second wind spurred him on. He reached out to stop the blind monk, and began simultaneous guiding him by shoulder and gasping out his explanation. "Leonard...demon...Knight...injured...help...!"
 
"Leonard is injured?! Bring me to him, quickly!" Zato said, walking away from the metal vase on the ground.
 
"Come, Come, meet the Bumbles"

She runs into a gated off area of the gardens, there are a large number of white boxes spaced evenly throughout the area

a strange humming noise vibrates through the air

she breathes in deeply, pulling herself up to her full height and puffing out her cheeks

she releases it

"COME OUT BUMBLES, COME OUT AND SAY HELLOOOOO!!!"

the humming grows louder...
 
Korsarro came upon the kitchen, almost literally when his eyes fell upon the rack of knives neatly arranged upon the wall "My god... it's full of cutting." Korsarro resisted his urge to weep and grabbed as many blades as he could sheathe upon the dirty leather of his outfit, pausing only to grab a large leg of whatever local animal was on the menu this week, finding it suffecient for his needs he brought a cleaver down upon it, releasing a large chunk from its muscled prison and spraying himself with blood in the process. Oh my. This may be messy. Korsarro hefts the chunk of meat and runs through the halls desperately searching for anybody in need of aid, shouting all the while griping the cleaver tight "BROTHERS! I HAVE BOTH MATERIAL AND BLADES, POINT ME TO THE INJURED!"
 
Valetni leads the HUGE man to the laundry room, where he presses a large pile of freshly cleaned habits into the Huge arms of the Huge man. "It is lucky that you do not require additional clothing," Valetni says as he strips out of his own soiled clothing, revealing a harness of pouches and hooks containing various cleaning supplies and unidentifiable liquids. He slips on a new habit, it makes a slight jingling sounds. "I doubt we have clothes in that huge of a size."

He takes up a laundy bag, slinging it over his shoulder and beckons for the huge man to follow. "Come, we must relieve the brothers of their vestments." In a voice too soft to hear, he whispers. "And maybe then I'll finally be able to find peace again." A single tear rolls down his cheek as he silently weeps for the state of the monastery.
 
Nerrik follows Mary into the gated area and inspects the white boxes "I've never seen anything like that before."

He listens to the humming and buzzing coming from the boxes "They're making a strange noise, Mary, are you sure we should be here?"
 
Arngeirr follows dutifully, carrying as huge a load as gentlemanly possible. "Where to first, friend Valetni?" he asks, eager to be on his gentlemanly way and complete his huge task.
 
"Of course, the Bumbles are my friends."

she says, a wide smile beaming on her face as she draws in another breath

"They just need to...COME OUT AND PLAAAAAAAAAAAY!"

she runs back and pulls the Large Luchadore into the fenced in area

"You'll love them, they're all fuzzy and striped,"

she picks up a nearby flower pot full of fuchsias and holds it out in front of her.
 
The monk allows him to be pulled into the enclosure, though the buzzing has gotten a lot louder. He looks around warily, making sure there are no dangers.

"If you say so Mary." he says as she raises the flower pot. "They at least sound like they are sensible dressers, wearing their colors proudly. I can completely understand that."
 
Calming down a little and breathing, Al relays the situation: "He was in a room with a large mirror. Something must have happened, because a demon had mimicked his form and was battling him. Then a knight burst in and tackled the demon. It fought on, throwing him off and coming for me. While I held it at bay the Knight turned his blade upon the mirror. It seemed to be connected to the vile thing, as it weakened with every strike! Here, stay close." Entering the room, Al steers the monk well away from the offending object. "The knight slew the demon but fell soon afterward. They are both here." He brings the monk to their side, hoping he can help.
 
Valetni pauses, thinking. "With all the mud I've seen tracked about, I bet we'll find people outside." He continues this train of thought. "Where there's bees, there's brothers, as we like to say around here..." He absentmindedly strokes the growth on his face. "We'll go to where the bees are!" With that said, he heads off towards the bee boxes.
Huge man in tow.
 
Zato tapped the metal breastplate. Hearing a ragged breathing, he was sure this was Leonard.
"Can you speak?" he asked, concerned.
 
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