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Forbidden Temple of the Great Falls

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in beginning turn to go check on the armored man Blake heard a noise coming from the direction of the Knight, He spun around to see the Knight attempting to get up and get his belongings.

(he should not get up right away while he still has those cracked ribs) Blake immediately thought while spotting him,"Sir Knight, you should not get up right away you have to take it slowly" Devlin said calmly while he rushed to the Knight's side trying to make sure he wouldn't fall and agitate the injuries even more.
 
Breakfast was nice and filling. Quite adequate overall. Al derides to go looking for the training room, or it's equivalent. Perhaps a senior monk or resident guard would know the way? As he makes his way thoughtfully along, an extremely irate, fuming, and quite naked Vernasus plows down an adjacent hallway. A thunderous banging rings down after him. Maybe he'd just look for it on his own after all.
 
Looking at the one whom he supposed to be the healer, Morr answered "Worry not, I know better than to cause my flesh further harm, although I must indeed thank you for your help."

Carefully balancing his body, Morr stood up and made his way to his breastplate and sheathed sword. Looking back at the healer, he asked "Could you perhaps lend me some cloth and help me reattaching my armor?"
 
"it is not your flesh i'm worried about knight, but the bones that hold it up." Blake responded back and backed it up with "while you may think that your skin is like your armor, your ribs can only take so much before they snap. i must suggest heavily that you rest for today before you return to duty" and even though he was exhausted, he tried helping the knight with carrying his things
 
Mary enters the Dining room and shuffles up to the blind monk, she grabs the old man from behind in her little arms and hugs him as he lays out breakfast.

"Good Morning Mister Zato" she squeaks up at him before rubbing the sleep out her eyes

"What's for breakfast?"
 
Korsarro nodded happily "YES. Finally I get to examine a shiny, the others won't let me in the reliquary alone after the uhh... incident." Korsarro clears his throat. Still finding memories of that particular moment quite embarassing and difficult to talk about. "I swear, I didn't mean to break the thing, it was fragile, it won't happen this time, promise!" Korsarro grins wider this time, tottering over to Alyssa "What in nine hells is it anyway?" Korsarro attempts to examine the box without touching it.
 
"Good morning, Mary" Zato responded cheerfully.
"I made some sausage, and hashbrowns" he presented the food, stacked on various platters around the table.
"Help yourself, dear"
 
Arngeirr once again laughs heartily at the newcomer's comment about Vern. "I say old bean, you seem to be more familiar with the monks here than I. I am Arngeirr, I come from the far north and as you can see I am huge. Pray tell, what is your name brave traveler? Perhaps we can assist each other as the monks go about their morning duties. I myself am attempting to locate brother Zato to ask for his aid in something important."
 
Morr stopped, thinking the healer's words over. While he himself understood the barest basics of tending wounds due to the sheer amount he had suffered himself in the past, he had to realize that this man would nonetheless retain a higher pool of knowledge about this matter than himself. It would be foolish to decline a wiser man's advice.

Looking back at the man, he also noticed the tell-tale signs of utter exhaustion, most certainly due to having watched over the other man's life the entire night. He supposed this man had his own purpose, that of taking care of other's wounds, mayhaps something of a code even.

Giving off a sigh, Morr returned to his bed and made himself ready to rest again.

Again, however, there was a matter that demanded his attention, no matter his flesh's condition. "Healer, if you see that little- girl, I suppose her name was... Mar-" He paused "I cannot remember he name, I fear, but if you see her, please tell her-" he paused again, iron discipline keeping his voice from cracking utterly "- please tell her to come here."

That matter needed to be resolved, he had been lax and weak in his duty and no amount of self-hate nor apathy would keep him from this.
 
Further enraged by the apparent ignorance of his furious plea, Brother Vernasus slams his fist down even harder on the wood of the door, causing it to creak in audible distress.

"OPEN THIS DOOR IMMEDIATELY, YOU SON OF BASTARDS BASTARDS BASTARD!"
 
"i will Sir knight but before i search for her, what is your name? seeing as how i need to tell her who is asking for her" Blake responded back
 
"Thank you Mister Zato" she responds as she sits at the table and begins eating.

She munches eagerly on the food,
 
"I must apologize, I must have forgotten to use my manners, again." Morr sat up and bowed his in a gesture of deference "I am Morr, a... questing knight. I would be honored to know you name, sir." He looked to where his sword was "Besides that, just one more request: Give me my sword, please, I need it within arm's reach."
 
“Best to be safe rather than sorry Kor, you know how it is.” She raised the unadorned wooden box a little, a bit wary Korsarro might try to snatch it away. “The fifth hell I think specifically given the nature of the cult I found around it. Physically speaking it's a wind chime.” Trying to lead Korsarro inside before he got it in his head to open it right here she started up the steps towards the laughing huge man.

She made a slight bow towards Arngeirr clasping her free hand over her heart. Standing up she gave a slight shrug at his observation of her familiarity.

“Good to meet you Arngeirr, I've just been here and there enough to know some of the faces around here. My name is Alyssa, one of the guards here is all.” His mention of Zato got her brain ticking, the blind monk would be a helpful tempering force to Korsarro. “I will take you up on this mutual assistance, I would readily welcome Zato's presence.”

Alyssa flinched at the loud yelling and banging nearby from Vernasus.

“Uh...” she addressed the two of them with a quick glance. “Should we...do something about that? Before he hurts himself or someone else. Or scars Mary if she finds him naked.”
 
Carrying a bowl of delicious stew that had been boiling all night, Wolfram left the kitchens as quietly as he had entered, avoiding much of the morning rush. He really disliked drawing attention to himself, so like most mornings he took his lon, circuitous, and most importantly solitary route back up towards his room. Where he rounded a corner to find Brother Vernasus, clothesless and apparently covered in a rash of some sort in the process of breaking his door down with his fists. That... that would not do.

Shaking his head, he calmly walked up without word or expression, waited silently for Vernasus to move, and then entered, setting his bowl on a carved desk littered with books before throwing a loose sheet of cloth at Vernasus as he entered Wolfram's normally quiet quarters. Taking his own seat behind the small desk he gestured for his fellow monk to sit on the cot strung between two bookshelves against the wall in front of the desk. Finally, he broke his silence.

"Now. What seems to be the problem?"
 
Al continued to wander. The ornate carvings of the temples were very detailed. One could spend hours lost in them if they were so inclined. But Al wasn't much into the arts. Unless of course they were of a martial flavor. But the walls would not be a very worthy opponent. Or they might, should some demonic artifact put them under its influence. Well, that would be interesting! -The walls might indeed have ears at that point._ Chuckling internally, Al decides to just practice his forms in the yard filled with hives. He'd been hearing their buzzing for some time now, and it doesn't take him long to locate them. Settling into a calm mindset he begins his daily practice.
 
Arngeirr returns the bow - surely this Alyssa was a huge gentlewoman! - before throwing a look at Vernasus over his shoulder. Seeing him disappear into Wolfram's chambers, he turned back to Alyssa and said, "A pleasure to meet you as well! And I do believe the senior monk has him under wraps."

Arngeirr flexes his huge shoulders, wringing out the stiffness that had built up in his joints. Truly this place had no huge beds for a huge man of the north. "Right then," he exclaims, "Brother Korsarro, would you happen to know where brother Zato would be at a time like this?"
 
Brother Vernasus tore the sheet off his body, and looked Master Wolfram in the eye.

"WHAT SEEMS TO BE THE PROBLEM... ARE YOU SERIOUS?"
"HAVE YOU LOST THE USE OF YOUR EYES, OR ARE YOU AWARE OF WHAT YOU SEE BEFORE YOU?"

Vernasus grunts in anger, keeping his eyes locked with wolframs the entire time. He takes a moment to try and collect himself, sighing deeply.

"My... my skin is on fire. I awoke like this, with nary so much as a handkerchief to hide my shame. I suppose we can both take a guess who's responsible for this..."
 
Valneti took up the torch from the sconse as he surveyed the room. Everything was as he had left it, as everything ought to be. The single large table still dominated the center of the room, easily large enough for three or four people to lie across it. Below it, Valneti had carved deep grooves into the stone floor, channels so any woulds that were spilled would drain away. Thick eye rings had been set into the stone floor, and chains from from them to the table, presently coiled on top when not in use. On the table lay his tools of the trade, similar to ones the tanner might use, but fastidiously cleaned. Dominated one side of the wall were his alchemical supplies, all neatly laid out and organized, each filled to the exact same level, dozens of flasks, vials and pouches, with tools for measuring nearly anything you could care to name.

He moved to one of the wall, cleverly disguised was a thin wooden door, with finger width stones attached to it, giving the impression in the dim light that it was just another stretch of wall, It had taken Valneti several nights of working in secret to carry that out. He spent a moment fumbling with his herbal powder, taking a sniff to calm himself, before he pulled the door open and stepped through, down the roughly worked steps and into the catacombs.
 
"my name is Devlin Blake, and it is quite nice to put a name to you Morr" Blake responded and walked over to Morr's sword to pick it up to give to him, after he did Blake said almost casually "i trust that you're not going to run yourself through with your blade" and walked out of the room and left hospice to find the little girl that Morr was talking about...

(well since children often get up earlier than adults and add to the fact that they get hungry when they get up, she should be in the dining hall) He strangely thought out clearly, and attempted to get to the dining hall quickly, because the quicker Blake tells her, the quicker he can go back to bed.

it took him a few minutes to get from the hospice to the dining hall but he got there, hoping she was there
 
Korsarro nodded eagarly, very aware he wouldn't be allowed to look at the artifact until they were under Zatos watchful gaze... He was sure there was something wrong with that sentence. But he dismissed it. "He was in the kitchen making breakfast for everyone last I saw. You two are bound to be hungry so it's worth heading there anyway even if he isn't there" Korsarro pointed to his stomach grimacing slightly "I myself still have a rebellious stomach to deal with before I can manage anything food-like." He nods eagerly again and then runs off ahead of them, looking back to the giant and the guard "SLOWPOKES!" He laughs heartily to himself, weaving in and out of the path of guards and monks as his tiny body comes upon the kitchen. He began kicking his feet at the entrance, realising that running off meant he had to wait and cursing himself. Of course. This was a great plan. Now I have to wait even more.
 
Wolfram's gaze holds steady with Vernasus. Even for one who normally avoids conflict where possible, one doesn't serve the Knights without backbone, nor end up where Wolfram has if they can be intimidated. Calmly, he takes a spoonful of stew before speaking levelly at the man before him. "Yes, and I suppose whatever happens Brother Valetni will claim you started it somehow. What would you have me do, drag you both around by the ears and punish you like children? You are both full Brothers of the Temple, not bickering old women putting ink in each other's tea to spite one another. So act like it. If you are unable to settle this like you should, then I shall have you dragged before me like children, and if it does not end with one of you working in the kitchens for a year after every meal to teach the lessons of humility you should have grasped as dedicats, it will come to one of you going on pilgrimage. Or both, if you are equally unwilling to compromise."

Nodding to himself, Wolfram takes another bite of stew. "Now. I highly recommend you take that sheet -I apologize but I myself don't have any clothes that would fit you- find some proper clothes and locate Brother Devlin to see if he cannot calm your skin, and then see about settling this affair before this truly gets out of hand. Not all is right in the temple, I was serious about that last night. But if the both of you continue to cause a pointless ruckus it will only delay what actions might be done." The look on Wolfram's face is suitably grave for his ending words. At least until he takes another bite of stew, nodding to himself. "I'd also suggest some breakfast. The stew is quite good this morning."
 
She gave a nod, Arngeirr seemed to have a solid grasp of what was going on with the whole Vernasus issue. Looking back at Kor she found herself in agreement with his sentiment, a slight growl came from her stomach that she acknowledged with a sheepish half grin. In her haste to get here she neglected to make breakfast that morning. Provided Valetni wasn't cooking, she would happily partake of something to eat.

When Korsarro took off in a sprint weaving through the people filled hall she gave a good natured scowl as she watched him vanish, calling back to them. Looking back up, up and up a little bit higher at Arngeirr's face she slowly made her way towards the direction of the kitchen.

“Stupid git. Anyways Sir Arngeirr, if you don't know the way there I can lead you. Rather than barreling through everyone to keep up with Kor.”
 
Having just finished her breakfast Mary feels a hand on her shoulder and turns around...

"Mister Devlin?..." she asks

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Apparently a big knight wanted to see her in the Hospice,

"It's probably Mister Morr who helped me find the Inner Sanctum" she thought aloud as she pitter-pattered down the hallway.
 
The good thing about always being in armor is how it trains your body. To constantly walk with the weight of more than one man pressing down upon you does wonders for strength and stamina. It had been hard at first, some monks even became crippled from it, but Al had gotten used to it. Coming to the end of his routine he went in search of Wolfram. Perhaps the monk would be about, ripe for questioning about Al's and the other's lodgings.
 
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