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Forbidden Temple of the Great Falls

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"Apologies dear Mary, it is only Arngeirr, and it appears it would be best if we left quickly." Arngeirr does his best to calm the girl as he quickly moved her out of the Library, passing the other monks on his way out. "Now then, since we can't stay in the library, where would you like to go?"
 
Korsarro sighs and follows the giant, shaking his head as he speaks "You need to go back there once you get her to safety I assume, I'll look after her while you do what you need to do" Korsarro followed the giant as best as he could, his short legs keeping up with him barely. How did he always get into these situations? He didn't ask for any of this. He just wanted to make leather and look at shiny artifacts.
 
while finishing checking on the plagued man, Blake listened to the man's tale and commented on it "ah a crusader, you don't see them around much these days"

Blake took a look at the man when he asked to be released from his care and sighed, even though Morr said he was a veteran crusader he at the moment was acting like one of those squires that always wanted to go back to their post despite being inflicted dangerous wounds that would kill a normal man, this wasn't his first time having arguments with them to take it easy. but since Morr IS a combat veteran, Blake decided to let the Knight go from his care.

"alright you can go Morr, but be careful with those ribs of yours, one good strong hit from a war-hammer and they cave right in, might end up piercing your lungs and heart"
 
The small form shuffles slightly in the Man's huge grasp.

"Let's go to the kitchen Mister Arny, so I can read the book to the Quacks"
 
Valetni turns, as he enters into the cloud. "Someone get that blind fool out of here!" He yells, his voice muffled from behind the rag.
 
"I say old bean," Arngeirr sets the child down beside the monk once they reach the kitchen, "Thank you, do take care of her. I shall hasten back to the library and do what I can. I fear it would be inappropriate to travel without a brother monk for very long, given the current agreement in regards to the relic."

The hugeman pats the girl on the head and says, "Now you say with brother Korsarro and stay away from the library until we clean up that mess. That's a good lass."

And to think, all he had wanted to do was look for a book. Was that such a huge deal? Now there were huge fights and hugely deadly toxins, the entire ordeal had simply become a huge mess. Until this row between brothers Vernasus and Valetni was sorted out, he should ask Zato for a new monk to accompany him.
 
Morr supposed that he was acting irrationally, further resting now could only serve him in the long-term, but he simply had enough of those endless nightmares and recollection of memories now. They made him restless, always reminding him of the purpose, which demanded.

He had to answer, his memories demanded even more so now.

Carefully balancing his body while he stood up, he reached for his breastplate "If you would not mind, I would ask you for your help in reattaching this. I must also ask for some rags that I can attach prior to the plate. After that, please give me some directions, I wish to go to the dining hall."
 
"M-Mister Kor, what's happening?"

the small girl looks (so very slightly) up into the monks face.
 
while helping the Crusader with attaching his armor back on, Devlin responded back "you aren't the only one wanting a bite to eat, after we get your armor back on just follow me to the dining hall"
 
"Nothing's ever been strong enough to evacuate an are before. What in the world did he use?!" Zato grew angry, his grip on the cane grew tight.
 
Brother Vernasus turns around and sprints off down the hallway wasting no time to reply.

As he makes his way hurriedly to the living quarters and cuts through the kitchen, he runs straight into the huge man Arn, along with mary and brother korsarro, and tumbles onto the floor.

Panting heavily, he quickly jumps back up onto his feet, and pulls down the stinking rag from his face.

"Arngierr, quickly... come with me. If I know Valetni like I think I do... I may need some help." With that, he sprints off again, stopping directly in front of the door to Valetnis room, as it lays slightly ajar.

"I knew it... Arngierr, I'm certain he's rigged this damn thing with yet another foul concoction. Is there anything you can do to help?"
 
Korsarro nodded as he watched the giant rush off. It was amazing how quickly one so huge could move, he looked over to Mary and shrugged, reaching out to pat her head "Beats me, it seems like Brother Vern and Brother Valetni are causing a ruckus as usual." he sighed "Don't worry little one, I'm sure Granpa Zato will fix it." He smiled and help up the sweater once more "Here, since I couldn't give it to you earlier little one" he made it dance again, flopping the hood forward to show off the ears "Meeeeooooooow and stuff!"
 
"I say old bean!" Arngeirr hurries after Vernasus, "You know him better than I, I believe!"

Seeing the door ajar and Vernasus assured of further dangers, Arngeirr asks, "Surely he would not intentionally do something lethal? A pot of paint or a greased floor perhaps, or simply something to whap an intruder in the face. Perhaps I should pass through the door to see what is on the other side? I am, after all, huge."
 
The Young Girl's eyes widen, she starts making excited noises as her hands fly up above her head expectantly.
 
"I'd rather we didn't find out personally, myself." Al says, maneuvering the monk toward the dining hall. "This is as good a place as any, I suppose. Take care Zato, we've entered the mess hall."
 
"Was it a pot of paint I spilled across the library floor? I think not..."

"You are definitely huge... perhaps if you just kick down the damn door, we can avoid this mess altogether."
 
Looking back at the plagued man, Morr could only decline "I am sorry, but I fear I must ask you to remain here, this man" he beckoned to the source of the ragged breathing "He is on the verge of death and might very well not survive your absence. Of course, I will ask for someone to bring you provision when I reach the dining room."
 
Korsarro laughs at the small girls insistance. He turns the sweater in his hands and lifts it high, ensuring that the girls arms meet the sleeves as he pulls the sweater down. He often forgot how young she actually was due to his own height. When he had pulled the sweater right down he yank the hood over her eyes and stepped back, admiring his own handywork "Not bad at all." He said, nodding his head approvingly.
 
"that will be just fine Herr Knight, if you get lost just ask one of the guards" Blake responded back grabbing one of the two chairs and sitting down to watch over the plagued man
 
Nodding back at the younger man, Morr exited the hospice and followed brother Blake's directions which, unless his age had now also stricken him with forgetfulness, would bring him to the dining room.

On the way, he asked one of the guards to bring nourishment for brother Blake's guard to be unfaltering. Nothing shall fell the plagued man, so he had promised.
 
Valetni busily begins doing his best to contain the mess. He coughs, as despite his ad hoc filter more of the substance is drawn into him, causing tiny microlacerations as they are sucked down into his respiratory system. Those fools, dilly-dallying at a time like this! He began to apply the solution, quickly exhausting his supply as the carped was eaten away and the stones below etched. Coughing, dry-retching he stumbled from the slowly expanding cloud, as it began to circulate it would be harder to contain, nearly impossible until it all settled. He pulled the rag to one side, spitting bloody phlegm. Already his head was pounding. He knew the symptoms, he knew what was happening, he knew what would come next and he knew how this would end.

'To the cleverest.' Well, it appeared this time he had out clevered himself.

Regret. A task, unfulfilled. Crying? No, if asked he it was just irritants in his eyes, and then gone on to describe how the lacrimal apparatus worked.

Lies.
 
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