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Forbidden Temple of the Great Falls

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Zato considered what he just heard, sipping his wine before speaking.
"Arngeirr, we of the temple would be honored if we were to assist you in your quest."
 
A small manly tear slips out of Brother Nerriks eye and soaks into his mask. "It would be a gentlemanly honor to assist you in your quest!" he states.
 
Al raises his glass in honor of the huge gentleman: "My apologies, Arngeirr. I had but taken you as a simple huge thing, like the hills on the horizon. But you are no less than a huge font of all the gentlemanly things that move about this earth. Your story has moved me and I would join you in your quest as easily as the wind moves through the air."
 
Mary let's out a small snore,

having fallen asleep during Arngeirr's huge tale, her small frame not able to take in all of his hugeness, she snores softly oblivious to what is going on around her.
 
"Who wouldn't take their shoes off? I mean, why? Shoes are for outdoors, this is carpet. This isn't glass carpet or rock carpet or ice carpet or fire carpet or carpet carpet." Valetni pauses in his mutter. "Ok, it's carpet carpet, but it's not lava carpet or dirt carpet." A pause, "Well, it's dirty carpet but you know what I mean, right?" Valetni asks nobody in particular as he continues to scrub at the stains outside the reliquary door. "I mean, it's almost like they purposefully keep their shoes on, like it's a game for them, see how much mud they can drag in, see how much work they can make for Brother Valetni." He reaches into his robes to draw out another vial of cleaning solution, which he then poured on what looked remarkably like a bloodstain. "And why do we even have carpets? Why not hardwood floors? Hardwood floors would be nice, so much easier to clean, no scrubbing and they look so much nicer, or tile, or stone, stone would be traditional, this is a monastery after all, and isn't that all about tradition." He pauses to wipe his forehead with the sleeve of his habit. He glances around, and then takes a pinch of herbal supplement from inside his robes, and gives his finger a lick. "I tell you what Mr. Carpet, I'll give you ten more minutes to get clean, and then I'm replacing you. With Hardwood flooring." He says, shaking his finger in mock scolding at the carpet.
 
Brother Vernasus attempts to hold back his sorrow as he listens to the huge mans tale. A single tear betrays him and rolls down his face as his hand slips into his pocket and cradles the yellow symbol shaped like a beehive, that lies therein. He thinks for a moment on the symbol.... the only thing left to him by a family he never knew.

Vernasus sits quietly at the table for a moment, then stands up suddenly kicking his chair away from him before marching off to his bedchambers without saying a word.
 
Korsarro slams his tankard down, standing up and reaching almost average height on his chair "I WILL JOIN..." he sways" YOU! On your quest. Together we can convince Wolfgram that... that you're a Gentlrem... of gent;ema" Korsarro falls back, landing hard upon the floor underneath him "that... was sore" He groans from his new position on the ground. He mumbles something incoherent before beginning to snore, occasionally saying something about flesh or meat in between snores.
 
Brother Vernasus carefully steps over valetni in silence, and slams the door of his bedchambers behind him. He places his precious symbol into his desk drawer along with the rest of his personal belongings, before tossing his orange vestments into the hamper to be cleaned in the morning and then climbing into bed.

"I hope... I hope tomorrow holds more promise."
 
Brother Nerrik heads to bed as well, bidding his new brothers a good night. It is only in the hall that he realizes "Wait a second, I have no room, nor bed. Where shall I sleep?" He starts heading outside "I guess I shall sleep upon the grass as I did on my journey here."
 
Zato heard Nerrik and stopped him. "Don't worry about that, sir, you can share my bedroom until we have your own set up!"
 
"He didn't even say hello, or goodnight..." Brother Valetni stands, scrub brush dropping from his hands. Such a minor thing, but...such RAGE.

The carpets could wait.

Now was his revenge.

Checking to make sure the hallway was deserted, Valetni opened the door to Vernasus's room and slipped inside, nefarious plans in his mind.
 
Brother Nerrik turns around, facing the blind monk "Brother Zato I could not impose upon you like that. Someone who went through what you have today should have a quiet rest and not have someone intruding."
 
"No, we usually set up rooms as they come. But if that has not happened, you are welcome to stay in mine with this other gentleman. I have a few spare bedrolls" Zato replied, rather politely

"No, I insist" he told Nerrik.
"It's quite alright, I practically feel better now"
 
Mary struggles, beginning to awaken.

"...i.s....be.d...n..ow.?"

her bleary eyes opened only a fraction as she sways gently from side to side.
 
Arngeirr's huge chest swells with pride as the mighty monks voice their support. "I thank you, dear monks of Buzzia!" Huge tears stream down his cheeks as he weeps in utter joy.

The banquet complete, and the first steps taken to restoring his honor, Arngeirr pats dearest Mary on the head. "Of course, little angel. Time for beddy-byes."
 
She nods slowly

"Uh-huh..."

she wanders over to the old monk and holds on tightly to his habit, eyes closed she seems ready to blindly follow the blind monk
 
Zato gave the other two directions to his bedroom before saying,
"Alright Mary, let's get you in bed" with a large smile on his face.
He started down the hallway, accompanied by Mary and the rhythmic pattering of his cane.
 
"that was an interesting tale Sir Arngeirr, i am sorry for your lost. if you need any assistance in your quest i will be willing to lend my services" Blake said to the giant known as Arngeirr. Blake got up from the table and said to whoever was left "since i was late making time to reach this place, i believe that i will have no room prepared for me. It is alright i will take my belongings into the hospice and sleep there, and watch over the injured"

Blake then walks out of the dining hall to gather his belongings and move into the hospice
 
"Kill them all!" Leonard cries over the din of battle, his powerful lungs carrying far and wide, "God Wills It! Slaughter the unbelievers!"

With a roar of rage, Leonard brought his spiked shield up, punching right through the plate armor of a Heretic. With a down-wards strike, he removed the head. His armor, a normally pristine shine, was splattered in blood as he searched diligently for the enemy Champions and Commanders. Hopefully, all of his yelling would make them notice him.

"Fight with Honor, repel these Barbarians!" roared a savage voice in the distance.

With a smirk, Leonard, raised his sword high, "In Gods Name, face me in combat you curr!" It was too easy, these beasts thinking they could compare to the honor and purity of a Northman. Truly, slaughtering them to the man was Gods will. Goaded on by the Champion, the Dark-skinned leader charged.

Leonards sword came down upon the haft of the savage leader's spear, and with a twist of his heel, the spear haft moved to the side, allowing the Champion-Slayer to strike out with his shield, smashing the primitive barbarian in the jaw. With a step back, the heathen swung wildly.

It was over faster than it began, with a stab, a twist and a knee, Leonard brought the Blasphemer to his knees, and with a downward stab with the bladed underside of his shield, he decapitated the heathen leader.

"Let none stand before God," Leonard roared, "Nor the Might of Leonard the Champion!"

A battle cry went throughout the battle, as the savages began to rout or die. The spoils of war were the Crusaders, most important being the oasis just a mile further. Slowly, the crusading army began to form back up and return to their march, as Leonard strode at the front, eager to be the first to taste the sweet water, a privilege afforded him by his rightful place as Champion.

But, what was this?

In the distance, shapes, those of soldiers, could be seen.

"The foul Devil-Worshipers dare pollute our Oasis?!" Leonard roars in indignation, "Slaughter them all! To The Last, Kill Them ALL!"
 
Mary follows the monk to her room, she hugs the man goodnight before closing her door and preparing for bed,

she falls asleep, snuffled in a pile of bedding and snores gently to herself in the moonlight
 
A soft grin alights on Valneti's face, this was just like the pranks they used to pull on eachother when they were mere acolytes. Back in his youth, his carefree days, before the...incident.

Shaking unwelcome thoughts from his mind, Valneti creeps through the room, with utmost stealth. Brother Varnasus always thought he was so much better than everyone else, so stiff, so uptight. "Let's see how respectable you are...when you have no clothes!" He whispers viciously, sneaking over to the hamper, and completely emptying all the clothes in the room into it, both clean and dirty.

Valneti looks around, wondering what other sort of mischief he could get up to...
patting down his robes, Valneti quickly locates the pouch of powdered rat poison. Lethal to rats if swallowed, and nauseating if ingested, when it came into contact with the skin it caused a persistent itchy and burning sensation several hours after exposure, and produced a body wide motley rash. With a malicious grin, Valneti slowly eases the covers back from Varnasus's sleeping form, and then upends the powder over the snoozing figure. Once he's sure Varnasus will not awaken, he quickly makes his escape, being careful not to get any rat poison on himself and taking the hamper with him. After all, the dirty clothes still needed to be washed.
 
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