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Forbidden Temple of the Great Falls

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Korsarro waitched with bated breathe as Arn fiddled with the box, finally releasing a sigh of relief as he pulled a large tome from it, it was huge, fitting all things considered. He looked to the book, reading it's title "Arn... Forgive me if I'm mistaken, but that's your fathers name isn't it?" By the Beesiah he hoped he wasn't remembering wrong, the book might hold all the research the could have gathered and more, it might have just been a diary. There was only one way to find out, Korsarro grinned "Curiouser and curiouser..."
 
Zato patted her head.
"That's alright, dear. Watch me, we hold the knife at an angle, like this." He demonstrated, taking off a slice of skin.
"Would you like to keep doing this, or help cook something else?"
 
Al let loose a great sigh. "It seems at least that you have not gotten used to your new shape Swiftbeak, and I suppose that adds some credibility to your story. One of you all, over there. A hand, if you would be so kind." He has already started righting tables and chairs. The monks he had singled out quickly swept up the shattered fragments. -I believe Valetni might be extremely peeved with us, were he conscious.- After general cleanup is done, Al drags out one of the medium sized tables to a safe distance. "This should suffice, though I ask that you be a bit more careful."
 
She picked up another potato,

carefully trying to mimic what she'd seen Zato doing she slowly peels a a piece of skin from the potato, it fall onto the table,

she turns the potato and tries again, another piece falls

and another

and another

she does it again, this time the skin falls down onto her front, landing on her new sweater...

"Mister Zato, I don't want my sweater to get grubby..."
 
"I see...." Zato said. He walked over to a rack and found an apron, then pulled it down.
"Here, how's this?" he asked, offering it to her.
 
she eagerly takes the apron from him, popping her head through the top loop she tries to do up the back,

tries,

she toddles over to the blind monk, trying her hardest not to tread on the over-sized apron.

"Mister Zato?" she turns around presenting her back to him, "Do me up please..."
 
"I have ample time to adjust to it..." he admitted, sheepishly. "But none of that time has been indoors. Your patience is kind." He turned to the monks dutifully cleaning the floor. "As is yours."

Once they had cleared away and Al had prepared him a table, Swiftbeak lifted back to his feet and slowly, with all the grace he could muster, began walking between tables, turning down the aisles with his long body; he bumped a few more chairs on the way, but none of them fell. Success!

When at last he arrived at his table he studied it curiously; he certainly could not simply pull up a chair. He first sat at it on his haunches, but it barely came up to his chest. So, he laid down upon his belly, forelegs stretched out beneath the table, and rested his head upon it; it was a perfect fit, and a hum of contentment accompanied a blissful closing of his eyes while he let the table bear the weight of his head. Contrary to his walk down the hall, he seemed rather unaware of the strange looks he was getting.

"So. What is for dinner, if I may ask?"
 
Zato felt around and found the strings, then tied them up into a bow.
"Alright, ready to finish these potatoes?" he asked.
 
the small girl, now enthusiastic and excited about her new duty, answers cheerfully,

"Yes, Mister Zato, but how many do we need?"

she looks quizzically at the small bowl of them in front of her.

"This won't feed the all Misters will it?
 
"Don't worry Mary, this is one of several kitchens" Zato replied. As he spoke, a pair of acolytes collected a bucket of vegetables from the statue and carried it away.
"I just work here to help out"
 
"Well then, barring the fact that you may be trying to lure me into a false sense of security, it means you have not been sneaking silently through homes to murder people in their sleep. As for dinner, I am not sure. But Zato, the blind monk, has much skill. His meals have been exemplary, so far. And his drink is good if not a bit strong at times." Almost unconsciously his left arm twitches to the area in front of his stomach a bit apprehensively.
 
Swiftbeak opened his eyes once again, a thought striking him.

"...I've eaten nothing but raw meat since my change. I do not know if I can eat cooked food, or vegetables. Would Brother Zato be able to set something aside for me?"
 
"Good question. You, kitchen boy, would you please go ask Brother Zato if we could arrange a fitting meal for Swiftbeak? He is not sure a cooked meal would sit well with him." The lad gave a nod, or maybe a nervous wide-eyed twitch, and scampered off to the kitchens. Turning back to the gryphon, Al attempted some light conversation: "I know that if you are truly a man, to be bound in such a form may be a small hell. But I am curious. It has been the dream of man for centuries to achieve flight. What is it like?"
 
Soon enough, the potatoes were peeled, sliced, and boiling in a large pot.
"Alright, next we cook the meat." he took down large cuts, and began slicing them into strips.
Soon, a kitchen boy came in asking for a large amount of raw meat.
"Mary, can you saute this while I fetch something for this boy?" he asked.
 
Swiftbeak breathed a heavy sigh that washed across what small part of the table wasn't covered in beak or feather.

"There has been much to regret about what I have become, but if I were permitted to say there is but one benefit, that is it. To fly is about more than simply movement. It is to abandon all borders and limitations, to know that what you can see, you can touch, and once you are high enough you see everything. To feel the air held fast beneath you, to look down upon hill and road and know that you can go anywhere you wish, anywhere... It is a sensation that cannot be done justice in words. There were many times after I had changed that I would ascend to a great height, intent on plunging to my death, but on reaching the apex of my climb I could not bring myself; however cursed I am, I can see at once the beauty of the world below, in a way no other can. I wish I could share it with another, but my wings are enough to carry myself alone."
 
"Brother Blake." Valetni murmurs, staring at the ceiling. "I would like to make you aware of the fact that I am in a great deal of pain at the moment, though it is certainly manageable, for now..." He pauses, drawing a shaky breath. "Would you happen to know, off the top of your head, the maximum safe dosage of Tears?" Though his words are casual, his voice betrays the strain of dealing with his wounds.

"Also," He begins, as a thought comes to him. "Would you be so kind as to send in my apprentice, Riley?" He coughs several times. "The upkeep of the temple cannot be compromised by my current si-" Another bout of coughing interrupts him.
 
Blake
"well... a roughly maximum safe dosage for a grown man like you is about 4 to 8 bottles every four hours or so, you're maxing out faster than you think you are" Blake said to Valetni as he got up from his chair and poked his head out the door and said to one of the guards stationed at Valetni's room "where in the nine heavens and seven hells is that heavy medication at?"

NPC Guard
"we trying Apothcary, but we don't know how long it is going to take. the Storage Crypts are very large and the search could go on for a very long while"

Blake
"alright alright, just get this man's apprentice over here. goes by the name of Riley" Blake said promptly

NPC Guard
"understood" the guard said and jogged off to retrieve the Apprentice

Blake
then popped back into the room that held Valetni and went back to his chair and sat back down and said to the Alchemist "i got one of the guards to go fetch the boy for ya, just try to take it easy the best you can alright?" and kicked back in the chair to relax
 
"Thank you apothecary, may I commend you on your professionalism?" He coughs again, tasting blood in his mouth. "I hope you won't mind if I rest for a few minutes, wake me when the boy arrives, please." He closes his eyes, resting.
 
"you don't need to Alchemist Valetni, just get some rest." Blake said to the quickly slumbering monk and went back to wandering in his thoughts
 
Al may never envy this creature, but still; what man can honestly say he did not once dream of flying? "Well, maybe having your wings bound will bring you closer to your original self, if ever you were human."
 
His head was pulsing... he could hardly bear it, driven to his knees moments before by the pain of their voices. Still... there was something different now. A silence not felt before. One of the hives seemed to have suddenly gone quiet. He began to inhale and exhale deeply. Focussing himself before rising from his feet.

He carefully approached the silent hive. The air seemed unnaturally quiet now... almost as if the bee's where afraid t- The hive exploded.


The ground became littered with the corpses of thousands of his children as a sea of enormous hornets errupted from within.

Vernasus jumped back and drew his arms in close to his body. Time seemed to slow around him once more, as he closed his eyes and concentrated. He called out to his children.... and they answered.

In moments the air filled with the holy swarm, and at once they flocked to their protector.

The bees flew in close around his arms and legs, till they seemed to be covered by a skin of yellow and black.
 
Alyssa let out a silent sigh when nothing explosive occurred. While the most violent and outward of reactions were not the most dangerous, she watched Korsarro closely as he talked to Arngeirr. While he seemed bothered by the artifacts in general, his personality didn't seem to have off points.

She felt a bit uncomfortable with them leaning in close to look at a hidden compartment in a box that had been containing demon-bound objects openly. Usually when one hides something in a box like that, it isn't a good thing. Once it turned out to be a book, and not just any book but the journal of Arngeirr's Father, she let out a relieved sigh again.
 
it was half an hour when the guard came into the room with the boy in tow. Blake nodded to the guard to leave the room, got up, walked over to the boy and sized him up. the Apprentice was red haired, freckled, tall and lean, awkward looking as if a grand Demon of misfortune decided to make him it's pet project, and also looked like he had jack shit for self confidence.

(looks like Alchemist has the perfect lad for the job of Apprentice, they often are more malleable when it comes to teaching) Blake thought when he saw that the boy had no confidence, he then said to the boy softly "your Master asked for your presence." the boy nodded in response

Blake then led the boy over to the sleeping man, and then shook Valetni softly to wake him up and whispered "Valetni? your Apprentice is here" and then stopped shaking when the Alchemist awoke and walked over to the chair he relaxed in and grabbed it to put near the boy, and then sat on the bed opposite of the Alchemist and relaxed, his back against the wall and waited
 
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