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Forbidden Temple of the Great Falls

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"I say young lass," Arngeirr's stony expression drains away as his attention is diverted to the small girl's plight. What could have left her so depressed? "Of course I can." His huge hand plucks the book from the shelf and lowers it down for the girl to take. "Now then dearest Mary, what is troubling you so?"
 
just as he walked through the door to the room with the plagued man and Morr, he immediately sees Morr thrashing in his sleep.

he then runs to the side of Morr's bed trying to awaken him by ripping his helmet off, and grabbing him by the shoulders being careful of the Knight's injuries and telling him to wake up
 
"Here brother, this herbal supplement is quite good for all sorts of ailments, I myself have been using it for the last several years." He holds the pouch out to Vernasus.
 
"N-Nothing Mister Arngeirr, I, I was just bothering Mister Valetni, t-that's all..."

The small girl holds the picture book to her chest, it has a large image of a duck on the cover, although she hasn't even looked at it yet, arms crossed over the book she moves to sit down on a table in the corner, her feet making no noise on the carpeted floor.

Where she sits, staring off into space. Still holding the book to her she begins sucking on her habit sleeve.
 
Arngeirr shakes his head. Was Valetni the cause of this? Surely the man knew better than to say or do something that would put dearest Mary in a state such as this. The huge gentleman follows behind Mary, and she begins to such on the sleeve of her habit he gently attempts to dislodge it from her mouth, tutting in a fatherly man.

"I say little lass, you shouldn't put that in your mouth. Why you'll get sick, and then who will watch after the Quacks! Now come, tell Arngeirr what happened with brother Valetni that upset you so."
 
Adrenaline bursting within his body as before his mind's eye the guardsmen whom he disarmed were slaughtered by the enraged mob, Blake's words only slowly reached him, until, eyelids flying open, he, breathing heavily, sat up.

Forcing himself to calm down, taking another deep breath, Morr's efforts to steady himself only had a limited success, but his quick breathing at least slowed.

Only now shifting his concentration from his memories, Morr beheld the man that had awoken him "Thank you, brother Blake." just now realizing his clear sight, Morr asked "Can I please have my helmet back?"
 
Her expressionless eyes meet those of the huge man.

"W-well, I couldn't find a book about the Qu-ducks in the Q section s-so I asked him if he'd help me find one a-and well I'd obviously done something wrong because he was upset with me (she begins to break down ) a-a-a-andthattheyweren'tcalledquackstheywereducksbecasusequackisn'tapropername..."

she hugs the book titled 'QUACK!' in big colourful letters tightly to her chest as tears roll down her face and she chokes back sobs.
 
...That was it.

He had taken as much as he could take from this condescending little bastard. Year after year they played this noxious game of back and forth and Vernasus had had enough. Enough of the random skin rashes, enough of the coughing fits, the stomach spasms and on very rare occasions... the bloody urine. Every single time it was the same thing... Valetni spiking his drinks, or tainting his bedsheets or STEALING HIS DAMN CLOTHES, and every time Vernasus beating and bruising him in return, to ill effect.

Vernasus smacks the pouch out of Valetni's hand, sending it spilling against the nearby wall. He then grabbed Valetni by the collar of his robes and pulled him in close...

He whispered into Valetnis ear, through clenched teeth.
"Now you listen to me, you wretched little bastard. I've had as much as I can take of this constant game of cat and mouse. Master Wolfram has made it extremely clear that we'll BOTH end up in some god forsaken nightmare of a place if this continues, so I strongly suggest you wander off to your shed as quickly as you can, bring me back a fresh pair of my orange vestments and we can forget all about this ridiculous ouroboros of torture."

"Otherwise..." Vernasus pulled back slightly to look Valetni in the eye.
"Otherwise I make a brand new imprint on this lovely antique table with your face, Master Wolfram sends us both off to the middle of nowhere... AND I SPEND THE REST OF MY LIFE MAKING YOU REGRET THE DAY YOUR DISGUSTING SUCCUBUS OF A MOTHER EVER SPAWNED YOU FROM HER FETID HELL HOLE"
 
Arngeirr swoops down like a huge gentlemanly bird, squatting as low as he can beside little Mary. He places the box down beside him, making sure it is in his field of vision as he attends to the grave matter at hand.

"I say dear girl, you've done nothing wrong. You asked a simple question is all, and I'm sure Valetni didn't mean to upset you when he gave you his answer. Valetni is certainly a gentleman. He wouldn't try to upset on purpose, surely?"

Arngeirr pulls a handkerchief from his pockets and gently dries the little girl's tears, tutting all the while. "Now then, no more tears, little lass. You're a big girl, and one day you'll be a fair gentlewoman I'm sure. Do not fret over little things such as this, Mary. This is simply how we grow. We have to do something wrong a thousand times before we do it right; that's what my father always taught me."
 
-That was a bit...abrupt- Al thinks as he searches the appropriate section. But at least the monk had been too preoccupied to notice anything amiss. And now, too, he was assailed by a quite devilish looking Vernasus. All the better to continue unhindered. Selecting a particularly old and musty looking book titled 'Deviles of The Earthe's Rushed Veines' Al moves to a less cluttered area of the library. Sitting on a comfy chair he begins leafing through it. It is full of many exotic and often terrifying examples of demonkind. One particular entry, the 'Parnapole', stands out to him. A demon that casts a potent glamour, disguising a vast whirlpool under a buoyant festival. Interesting, but not what he's looking for. So he continues searching. Eventually he comes to a demon that is surely the one he seeks. "Virupham, the feathered river beast..." Making sure no one is paying him any heed, Al quickly jots down the deceptively simple instructions and movements needed to being it forth. At the back of his mind a small voice worries away at him, constantly reminding him of his folly in this venture. But he shan't be swayed in this. It would be done by his hand.
 
"sure thing" Blake said handing the helmet back to it's owner.

"you look like a chopped up tree put back together there Morr, must be some kind of story from those scars" he said off-handily to Morr while checking to see if the plagued man was still alive
 
"T-Thank you Mister Arny..."

the small girl wipes the tears from her big round eyes on the pillowcase-sized handkerchief in front of her

her sniffles slow and her sobs cease, the lack of crying allows her to suddenly hear raised voices from a couple of aisles over

"Mr Arny what's going o-"
 
With a rush Arngeirr's massive hands cover Mary's ears and eyes, rendering her completely deaf and blind for a brief moment. "GOOD HEAVENS" he bellows as only a hugeman can, the impenetrable bulk of his hands keeping Mary blissfully unaware. "WHAT IS THE MATTER WITH YOU TWO!"

Arngeirr's head whips around as he recognizes the voices of Vernasus and Valetni - as well as the profanities being thrown about within hearing distance of the young maiden. His eyes bulge in his huge head as he is worked up into a veritable frenzy. "CEASE THIS DISGUSTING BEHAVIOR AT ONCE OR I SHALL BE FORCED TO SILENCE BOTH OF YOU, FOR I AM ARNGEIRR AND I AM HUGE!"

At last he removes his hands from Mary's head and says gently, "Come now Mary, I think it would be best to vacate the library. There seem to be ungentlemanly ruffians about."
 
Korsarro curses under his breathe, his search for Mary was taking far too long already, he looked down at the garment he had created. A sweater of bright orange leather, to match the habits of the monks in the Temple and the sacred honey. He nodded in approval at it's bright white fur stripes, the small cat face on the chest also made of fur andthe small patches he stuck inside the ears on the hood. He had done a splendid job, even if it was his own mind telling him this.

After much running around back and forth attempting to find the small girl he decided that since he could find neither the giant nor Mary, it was possible that the gentle giant had been convinced to read her a story or two. He nodded to himself and navigated the twisting corridors of the Temple until he reaches the library, opening it with one hand and taking in what he could see... this... this would not go well. Vernasus and Valetni in a very one-sided and very heated debate of some kind. Not to mention the giants huge voice echoing throughout the many aisles.

Korsarro rubbed his temples with his free hand. This was not where he wanted to be right now but until he knew Mary was not here it was where he needed to be. He decided to wait patiently at the doors, if the giant wasn't with Mary then at the very least he would probably know where she was.
 
Still slightly stunned from the sudden sensory deprivation the small girl nods and hops to her feet.

book held tightly and wobbling slightly, she trots towards the door of the library.
 
After memorizing the new recipe, Zato decided it was time to make lunch. However, upon nearing the library, he heard several shouts, including the word huge. He decided it was best to intervene, and entered the room.
 
Valetni's eyes widen, following the path of the pouch as it arcs through the air to scatter against the wall. He stares at it, unhearing as brother Vernasus continues to rant and rave. Slowly, he turns back to Vernasus. "You fool..." He shook his head slowly. "That was Arsenic Trioxide." He brought his hands up quickly, breaking Vernasus' hold on him and pushing the other brother back a step. "We have to clean this up immediately, it's incredibly toxic. A sprinkling here there, not so bad." He said, gesturing at Vernasus' rash. "That entire bag, mixing in the air..." He looked Vernasus directly in the eye. "If you don't follow my directions exactly, people will die, the entire library will bee contaminated."
 
After setting his helmet back on, Morr answered brother Blake's question after a few moments of hesitation "I suppose it would appear strange for me to bear this amount of scars while I have exhibited a consistent wish to always keep my armor on. I have lived a long life and most of it I spent fighting injustice.

I was member of a knightly order of the Second Crusade that fought back an insurrection of demons, though in pure size it was nothing compared to the Second Age, of course. I suppose I earned quite some scars there, though most I earned while I was questing. I am not exactly a soldier, I do not lay down my arms as soon as a war is over, but as long as injustice exists, I must always seek it out to let goodness gain victory, so my life has been spent doing exactly that, fighting the eternal war." he answered, his tone neutral.

He sighed. He was able to accept the nightmares, but he supposed that his body's involuntary reactions to them would disturb others "Have I not rested enough? Can I not leave your care now?" he asked. He was restless, he needed to move, the purpose demanded!
 
Brother Vernasus goes bright red with rage.

"WHAT EXACTLY WERE YOU DOING WITH THAT STUFF IN THE FIRST PLACE, YOU UTTER FOOL!?!"

Vernasus calls to Arngierr, his voice filled with panick.

"This... this evil little idiot has put us at risk."
"Tells us what we need to do NOW, so we can get rid of this danger, and move on to BEATING SOME SENSE BACK INTO YOU"
 
Korsarro looked over to the small girl, funny coming from him considering they were around equal in height. He waved slightly and held out the sweater "I whipped something up for the Temples little angel" He pointed to the various furry parts and the ears on the hood grinning "Enjoy it kiddo, it'll keep ya safe" He shook it slightly in his hands, making it appear to dance slightly "Meeeoooow and stuff." He did his best to ignore the chaos happening all around him.
 
Arngeirr hears the words of Valetni and Vernasus. Upon hearing of the danger unleashed upon the library, Arngeirr springs into action. He takes the relic up in one arm and scoops up Mary in the other, quickly removing the young girl from the epicenter of the new potentially lethal squabble. The huge man is simply beyond words; he resolves to take Mary to a safe place, to alert Zato or Wolfram to the actions of the monks... and to then return and teach them the meaning of being a gentleman. All of this was simply unacceptable, and by now the huge man's anger had grown to something truly awful to behold.

There would be Hel to pay for this. For he was Arngeirr. And his anger was huge.
 
As Zato entered, he heard several things at once. Chief among them were 'Mary' and 'toxic'.
This set something off in the normally peaceful man.
"What in the name of the Goddess has happened?" he demanded, loudly, with a sternness rarely seen in the man.
 
The tiny girl feels the floor swept out from under her as she suddenly speeds through the air, she clings tightly to the book and lets out a long "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" her eyes snapped shut in fright.
 
Valetni whipped a small unlabeled bottle of a clear liquid from his robe, and then two cloths, one damp and one dry. "Here," He said, passing Vernasus the dry one. "Urinate on this and wrap it around your face." He instructs as he wraps the already damp one around his own. "Make sure you cover your mouth and nose."

He held up the bottle. "This is a compound I devised, it interacts with Arsenic on a 4:1 ratio and neutralizes it, with a relatively harmless though highly corrosive by product that you do NOT want getting on you." He gives a shake to show how the bottle is nearly empty. "I have more in my room, in my closet. It's on the second shelf, there should be two bottles that are exactly identical to this one, do you understand? I need you to run and get those for me while I begin cleaning up." He says, while pulling on thick leather gloves Korsarro had made for him on request a year prior.

"I'm gonna do my best to clean this up, but you spread it all into the air..." He shakes his head once more. "Don't let anyone in here, under any circumstance, we need to evacuate the entire library." He paused as a thought occurred to him. "What's his face is here...Al, warn him and get him out of here."

"Why couldn't you just take a joke Vern?" He says, as he sets off into the cloud.
 
Al uses the growing commotion to his advantage. Stealthily, he replaces the book andmoves to the door. He just barely stops short of being bulldozed by hugeness and continues till it seems he has been in an entirely different portion of the library. Hearing his name mentioned, he speaks up: "Fear not brother, I made scarce as soon as I noticed the danger. Thank you for your concern."
 
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