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Forbidden Temple of the Great Falls

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"I am Al, sent here from the eastern order." He flashes his sigil quickly, already well into his explanation. "This mirror here seems to have been the source of much taint and evil today. Not one but three demons have sprung from it, each a copy of the unlucky mortal that stood in front of it." With a wary glance toward the mirror, he continues: "Said demon is the reason for the state of these men. Obviously there has been some lapse in security here. I mean no offense, but such artifacts should be well guarded."
 
Korsarro stands to attention, meat and cleaver at his side. "YES SIR." Korsarro shouted. Running to the lobby and eyeing the meat suspiciously "It was you wasn't it... you wanted to be on that knight. ADMIT IT!" Korsarro begins a staring competition with the leg of meat, taking its lack of eyes as an extra challenge. We'll see how long you can wait meat. FLESH IS WEAK AGAINST THE MIGHT OF KORSARRO.
 
Blake walked into the lobby a bit tired after taking a 2 day trip out into the country to study the wildlife and found korsarro having a staring contest with a leg of meat "KORSARRO!" Blake yelled out to korsarro "what happened when i was away?"
 
Korsarro resisted the ruge to look away or blink, visibly struggling, his eyes twitching and body shaking "Nothing.... too bad. Squirrel attack. Valetni poisoned everything." Korsarro finally looks away, his face filled with a mixture of rage and dissapointment "Also we discovered that a Tanner is not at all like a Doctor. Not even a little." Korsarro blinks and holds up Zatos arm "Would you like some new boots? No? Well, we have wounded anyway, my attempts to meat them back to health has done nothing. It is good to see you again though Devlin. We must drink when we have a moment that is not filled with demons... or meat... or praising the Beesiah." Korsarro grinned and grabbed the tired mans wrist "Come come! We have doctoring to do!" He begins tugging in the direction of the wounded men, his grin only growing wider as time goes on.
 
"They usually are very well guarded." Wolfram gives a sharp eye to the collapsed but still breathing Brother Johnson as he talks. "I recognize this artifact, from a journa in the library. The Mirror of something or other, I don't remember. What I do recall is it conjures demonic copies of any figure that looks at its own reflection, with some restrictions. It was deemed securable though, since the brothers who originally studied it could find no apparent means of it weakening or being purified, so it was sealed within the reliquary. I don't know what Brother Johnson was doing studying it, but he may very well have hell to pay for his recklesness."

Sighing, Wolfram turns to make sure the blood flow from Zato's arm is properly staunched. "We are lucky. I need not say how easily this threat could have snowballed had a duplicate of the mirror killed its counterpart and made its way to the reliquary somehow. And perhaps even moreso that no one is dead yet."
 
(still don't know why he calls me mick) Blake thought as he was being dragged along by a-

(wait a minute... Squrrel Attack?) he blinked as the thought ran through his head faster than an enraged cavalry charge at noon.
he said a bit tiredly to the person dragging him "Korsarro... could you please explain what you meant by "Squrrel Attack"?'
 
Korsarro stopped tugging and looked over to Delvin "There was a demon squirrel. It's dead now. Some man in a mask who looked very spiffy wants me to preserve its face for some reason. Work is work so I shan't complain!" Korsarro bounced slightly "That's really all I know, I've not been her long myself, we both arrived today, though as you can see" Korsarro gestured to the stains of mud, blood and bile upons his body and garments "I arrived in a far worse state" Korsarro grinned and tugged again "Come ooonnnn, there's some guy bleeding, or the meat is bleeding, one of the two, I either made wounds or they were already there, either way I patched him up with meat!" Korsarro bounced again, tugging slightly harder
 
"It is good that the brothers here are so well trained. I am not sure about Leonard, but Brother Zato seemed quite unfazed by his demon-copy. And the good sir knight here barreled straight in without a second thought! I am truly humbled by their resolve...if not so much their eccentricities." Al's mind and stomach return uncomfortably to the sake incident earlier today. "Perhaps you should limit the drink. Zato was quite liberal with it, and if I am any judge, it can easily fell a newcomer."
 
"well then come on then, we must hurry up a bit" Blake said as he tried to keep up with the half crazed tanner
 
Korsarro chuckled and rushed off, half dragging the only medically trained man here, personally, he thought training medically was for people who didn't understand meat. But then he realised some people don't have the in-depth understanding he did, and he waved Zatos arm around cheerfully, dragging Delvin with his other hand until they had reached the room with the mirror, Korsarro released Devlin and stood to attention, raising Zatos arm so that the hand slapped against his head, giving a half-hearted salute. "Korsarro, reporting with the doctor-man as ordered SIR." Korsarro nudged Devlin "Don't mind him, you can get to work." Korsarro grinned once again and held his salute, once again enjoying the blind mans inability to see the use of his arm.
 
Devlin rushed to the old man's side and pulls out from his satchel a couple rolls of bandages and starts ripping whatever was on said old man's stump off and summons the strength to ask one of the many questions he would regret asking as he starts attending to the wounds of the old man with the stump


"who the fuck put raw meat on open wounds?"
 
Brother Vernasus awakes from his bout of sudden, spontaneous meditation. He picks himself up off the lush green grass underneath him and looks on in horror as he watches mary writhing in the grasp of a huge well muscled man.


MONSTER... RELEASE THE GIRL, LEST I TEACH YOU THE MEANING OF PAIN!
 
Korsarro blinked "AND YOU BELIEVED ME? DAMNIT ZAKO. IM A TANNER. NOT A DOCTOR. LEARN THE DIFFERENCE!" Korsarro shouted in disbelief, falling into hysterical laughter shortly after
 
"first off sir, open wounds with raw meat in them tend to get infected and get even nastier" Blake said offhandedly as he finished getting the meat off the old man's stump and cleaning the wound so he could wrap it with bandages
 
Arngeirr hears the strange newcomers threat and quickly gather's Mary in his huge arms. He holds her close to protect her, putting his huge body between her and the rapscallion who would dare challenge Mighty Arngeirr, who is huge, and threaten the poor girl.

"How dare you, sir! You should be ashamed to use such language in front of a lady, especially a fair maiden such as Mary! You are most certainly not a gentleman, and your sense of right and wrong is as puny as your build! Begone, little evildoer! I am a huge, gentlemanly warrior of justice, and if you wish to harm this sweet and innocent girl, you shall have to go through Arngeirr first!"

Arngeirr, still hugging Mary tight, flexes all his major muscles at once, his arms and legs bulging with huge, gentlemanly power. His chest ripples, the dying sun casting a fiery halo around his bald head. Mary is held safe, his many huge muscles like an impenetrable bulwark, hard and unyielding to the enemy but soft and caring to the young girl, for it was his sworn duty to protect her.

"And there is a great deal of me to go through, stranger, for I am Arngeirr, and I am HUGE!"
 
Brother Vernasus looks mortified at the suggestion that he would harm the girl. He breathes in deeply before unleashing a torrent of abuse at the giant, as the symbol of the holy honeycomb upon his forehead begins to glow.

YOU DARE SUGGEST I WOULD LAY A HAND ON OUR BELOVED MARY!?!
I SHOULD RIP YOUR TONGUE OUT FOR LETTING THOSE WORDS ESCAPE YOUR MOUTH.

I AM VERNASUS THE BEEKEEPER, AND IF YOU SPEAK TO ME LIKE THAT AGAIN, YOU SHALL FEEL THE FISTS OF 1000 STINGERS UPON YOUR ENORMOUS CHEST, YOU FOOL.
 
"Dear sir, how dare you continue to use such foul, disgusting language in front of a lady! It is my sworn duty to protect this girl, and I shall not have a wild man throwing threats around her!"

Arngeirr tucks his huge chin over Mary's head, shielding her from sight as he warps both his mighty arms around her. "If you are a monk of this temple, you should be ashamed of yourself for being so vulgar in front of his charge. A true man, a true gentleman, never uses coarse language in front of a lady, never under any circumstances! It is even worse that this fair maiden is under your temple's protection! A huge blemish against the honor of the monks of Buzzia! I have met a great deal of the other monks of this temple, sir, and they hugely outclass you. Why if noble Nerrik was here he would surely admonish you for you hugely inappropriate beehavior."

Arngeirr turns his huge back on Vernasus, carrying Mary back to the safety of the other monks. "Come Mary," he said softly, "This is no place to play."
 
Brother Nerrik comes running up, jumps, and thrusts his arms outwards, separating the muscle man and the bee-monk. "Now gentlemen, this is all just a large understanding. You should not be fighting over someone we are all bound to protect." The luchador turns to Arngeirr "Now set miss Mary down, she is not in danger." He turns to the beekeeper monk "They were only playing, settle down Brother." The Lucha-monk backs up a bit and says to both of them "Now without raised voices, please in a manner befitting of gentlemen, discuss what is wrong."
 
Brother Vernasus swallows the rage billowing up inside himself and exhales loudly.

My apologies. I mistakenly took this man for a demon, whispering lies in to my ear like tainted honey.

Brother Vernasus extends a hand towards the giant man.

Friend, please accept my apology. I am Brother Vernasus, keeper of the bees and I am very pleased to meet you.
 
Arngeirr rounds on the man quick, his eyes narrowed and his huge chin held high. At first it appears as threatening, but soon the onlookers realize it is an expression of gentlemanly approval.

"I say, a true gentleman always apologizes first." Arngeirr gently sets dear Mary down and takes the offered hand, shaking it heartily. "A truly huge gentleman you must be if this was a mere misunderstanding in a time of peril, and I retract my earlier statements fine sir. A pleasure to meet you, Brother Varnasus."
 
<damn it, sure sucks to be in the opposing time zone>
<I'll catch up tomorrow then, lets just say the butler collapsed when he was near Mary or something>
 
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