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Forbidden Temple of the Great Falls

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"I suppose so Mister Zato..."

it had gotten awfully dark outside by now, and she was tired after such a overwhelming day...

but a part of her still didn't want to be alone...
 
she released her grip on his habit and turned the door knob

"Y-yes, I think so."

she wasn't sure, but she wasn't a baby any more, this was her room and she was going to sleep in it.

"Goodnight Mister Zato, see you in the morning"

she grabs hold of the blind monk's hand, squeezes it and then lets go.
 
She got ready as normal,

she got changed, slipping into her long white nightgown.

she washed, combing her hair and brushing her teeth.

she tidied, putting her dirty clothes in the hamper.

she sat, alone, in the dark.

the long seconds dragging on by as she lay awake, shivering slightly and jumping at the creaking of the Temple...

*knock knock*
 
Zato answered the knock at his door with a tentative "Hello?".
He did not have his cane, so he felt forward with his hands.
 
"N-not really, it's just..."

she's standing there in his doorway, looking up at him, twiddling her thumbs and playing with the hem of her night-gown.

"I-I don't want to be on my own in the dark..."
 
Swiftbeak bid both Kira and Al a good night, as it grew late. Though he had slept earlier in the day, his feline instincts told him that you can simply never sleep too much; given his size he couldn't well curl up in a sock drawer somewhere, so he made his back to the tent in the gardens- And that is where he made a gruesome discovery. A man, one he'd not yet met, collapsed in the grass, a great wound ripped into his shoulder. The gryphon paused; no stranger to bloody displays given his method of hunting, it was nonetheless something different altogether to see a man torn open.

At once, he looked about in burgeoning panic; there was no evidence of what might have caused this. 'Will I be to blame for this? Such savagery would lend itself well to my talons, and to little other weapons. Will they believe this man angered me? That he had discovered some terrible secret of mine?'

He shook his head side-to-side violently, sending loose plumes flying as he struggled to clear his thoughts. It was irrelevant- There was only one thing he could do. His heart racing, he bounded off like a lion on the chase to the nearest Guard, and on finding him told him simply and shortly of a dead man near the hives. Whether an alarm was sounded or not was beyond his own control; he could only watch with trepidation at what events may unfold...
 
Though it was strange for the guards to be called for by a griffon, they still answered the call.
It was with great mourning that they found the body; this was a Holy Man, and a bee keeper, a highly honored position. The body was quickly brought into the morgue, covered, and the news was brought by one guard to Wolfram, with the advice that the announcement wait until tomorrow, or at least until an autopsy was carried out.
 
And so, another night set in for our heroes, another day, and another friend passed away.
But, morning soon arose, and with it, a new set of opportunities and challenges.
 
The purpose demands and accept we shall.

His recovery going on well enough under the care of Blake, Morr's purpose demanded that he again rise and walk, that acceptance could be ensured. Eyes opening almost mechanically, rising out of the bed, inspecting his newly bandaged wound for a short moment, most certainly startling brother Blake in the process, saying "Hail, brother Blake, again I must thank you for your assistance." before grabbing and putting the scattered pieces of his armor back on.

Turning back to brother Blake, he added "Perhaps you would wish to follow me to the dining room? I suppose both our corporeal forms are in need of sustenance."
 
Blake nodded back to Morr in response and said to him "i suppose it wouldn't hurt to get out" and while on their way to the dining hall, Blake said to Morr "i wonder what the guards are going to find in the Storage Crypts"
 
Another day had passed in the damnable company of that beast. Al was torn between his loyalty to Wolfram and his oath of vengeance. He might have to break one to complete the other...and a creature of most likely demonic origin would not hinder him if he could help it. He walked up to the gryphon's somewhat roughed tent. "wake up, Swiftbeak. Breakfast will be soon. And they will most likely announce Brother Vernasus's untimely demise." Poor Vernasus. He had been found here by the hives he loved so much. For a beekeeper of the beesiah, it was probably the only place he would have wanted. But that did not make his loss any easier, and many would mourn him. Al may only have known him for two days, but he still seemed a good man. To have held such a position he must've been great indeed.
 
"So you see Friedrich, that is why you must never store these two chemicals next to each other." Valetni merely nodded, eyes glued to the twitching form of the squirrel in the wood framed glass box. "Friedrich, are you listening?" Valetni tore his gaze from the squirrel and rested his gaze on the large, bearded fat man who was watching him with a serious expression. "Yes sir." He said evenly after a few minutes, his gaze drifting back to the twitching animal. "But sir, if they're so dangerous, why do we even have them at all, wouldn't the world be safer if we just didn't use toxic chemicals?" He asked.

"Friedrich, a knife is sharp, yet we keep it in the kitchen where anyone can have access to it, you could easily kill someone with a knife, but a knife is also useful, the same with these chemicals." Master Gamberson explained kindly. Valetni nodded.

"But master, isn't there some way we could," He struggled for the right word. "Mitigate the risk in some way, make it easier to handle, safer?"

"Ah, Friedrich, you remind me of myself when I was younger, I sought to create a device which would safely allow one to breathe in a poisoned atmosphere, I have some drawings of an early concept, if you would like." Valetni nodded, eager to get his hands on such a novel device.

"But Friedrich, I came to realize something, were I to be protected in such a way, to never fear an accidental spill, I might become lazy, careless if you will. If you spend all your time working with a dull knife, you learn to not fear the blade, and take a finger off when you use a sharp blade, do you understand?" Valetni nodded, Master Gamberson always had the best metaphors, he made things so simple and easy to comprehend.

"In fact, one time Brother Zato nearly poisoned the entire Monastery, keep this between the two of us, but if I hadn't added a little something to the wine to counteract a certain something he had accidentally added, most of the abbey would have been dead on last year's jubilee." Master Gamberson gave a grin and ruffled Valetni's hair. "This is why a functional knowledge of chemicals is always important, if you know enough to poison someone, you should know enough to counteract the chemicals."

"Here Friedrich, why don't you put these away?" Master Gamberson extended the flasks to him. Valetni took them in hand, only to watch in horror as they slipped through his grasp. The two vials shattered against the stone floor, vile fumes rising to engulf the two men. The poisonous tendrils wrapped their way up Valetni, binding his legs, trapping him...

Valetni came awake with a start, muscles screaming in agony. He lay in bed in the infirmary, sweat drenched with the blanket wrapped tightly around his legs. Breathing heavily, he shook his head. That wasn't how it had happened, he had accepted the vials, calmly and cautiously returned them to their proper location, and then gone with Master Gamerson to wax the floors, that had been fun, sliding on the slippery floor, though when Brother Zato had fallen and broken his hip...

The memories brought a smile to Valetni's lips as he lay in the bed.
 
The blind monk awoke to find his metal arm gripped tightly in the arms of a sleeping girl.

She moved slightly, a sigh escaping her lips as she unconsciously squeezed his arm again.

Her face was calm, and it was easy to ascertain that she hadn't had any disturbing dreams last night.
 
She blinked her bleary eyes as she mumbled and turned to look at the monk.

"I-I woke up in the middle of the night and it was really cold, I was just trying to warm it up and I fell asleep..."

she slowly releases Zato's arm as she sits up on her knees and rubs at her face.
 
"I'll go get dressed!"

she bounced off of the monk's bed and after fumbling with the doorknob for several seconds disappeared from the room in a wave of nightgown.

she entered her room, and after quickly washing, began getting dressed.
 
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