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Forbidden Temple of the Great Falls

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As Zato heard the patter come up to him he said,
"Alright, let's go." and began walking towards the kitchen.
"Don't let me forget, we still need to see Brother Wolfram today".
 
"What do you think he wanted to talk to us about?" she asked Zato.

Her pace quickened as her small legs moved faster to keep up with the man.

Mary's stomach growled and her hands leapt to poke at it.

"and what do you think will be for breakfast?"
 
"Can I help again?"

a thought suddenly occurred to her.

"What /kind/ of eggs?"

she was looking forward to cracking them, that was her favourite part...
 
"Probably scrambled. It's easier to cook for lots of people" Zato explained.
"And of course you can help. It's a lot of eggs to break open"
 
The gryphon's sleep was fitful and uneasy; the grisly discovery in the hive had weighed heavily on him despite his unfamiliarity with the beekeeper. When Al came to wake him, he was curled tightly into a massive mound of fur and feathers, beak hidden under a paw; at the sound of his keeper's voice, an eye opened and focused on the monk.

He stretched out, the full length of his body not fitting within the shade of the tent, and rolled on to all fours to arch his back and stand. "It's unfortunate. Have they determined what the cause was? The wound was savage; I admit to not sleeping well, being in the garden where he was killed. I am larger than a man, but a wound such as that..."

The gryphon shook his head slowly, and approached Al from the side. "Let us get some food. I will ask Brother Wolfram if I may attend the beekeeper's funeral."
 
Mary eagerly followed Zato into the kitchen, and having positioned a chair to allow her to retrieve an apron, slipped on the protective clothing and went about cracking the eggs Mister Zato had placed before her into a large bowl.

"Crack, Crack, Crack..." the small girl repeated as she broke egg after egg into the bowl.

*crick-plop* *crick-plop* went the eggs as they broke and spilled their yokes into the container beneath them.

having finished cracking the eggs she was given Mary turned her attention to the corner cupboard, she wandered over and sure enough inside was the feathered family.

she grabbed a piece of spare bread and broke it into pieces before setting it down before them.

"Let's go outside and play by the pond today Miss Quack!"

The duck responded as ducks tend to, with a quack.
 
"All right, hurry up." Al set a leisurely pace through the temple. He had time to think. Whatever had killed Vernasus had not been present at the scene. Just a lot of dead bees and wasps. Al had been slightly around the corner, behind Swiftbeak, when the beast had leaped forward...but no, he hadn't possibly had enough time to do anything. The wound had been different from the slash of talons or bite of a beak anyway.

Coming into the dining hall, Al saw that a table had already been moved into place for Swiftbeak. Taking his own position near enough to watch him, Al looked around at the slowly gathering monks and guards. He wondered how many of them had been personal friends of Vernasus. Well, it was best not to dwell on black feeling when in service to the beesiah. Vernasus had obviously died protecting his hives and this temple. Maybe thoughts instead should turn to apprehension of the man or beast that had caused this.
 
Zato whisked the eggs for several minutes before pouring them into a very large skillet, continuing to move them. Eggs cooked quickly, so it wasn't long before they were put back into another bowl, ready to be eaten with a side of toast.
 
It had been long enough for a reasonable person to formulate suspicion against him, and Al had hardly been the type to hide his feelings; given he wasn't accusing Swiftbeak of murdering the beekeeper, the gryphon thought it safe to consider himself not a suspect- Even he had his doubts that he would be capable of making the type of wound seen on the man. A pierce that clean, that simple, would be too precise.

Such grim thoughts left his head as he entered the mess, however, and he took his place at a table as he had the night before, forelegs beneath it and head above. Trying to move the topic off the man's untimely death, he endeavoured to strike up conversation with Al.

"I believe I smell eggs cooking. I hope I won't be asked to replenish the supply."
 
Again, the beast used humor. It may be more human than it looks. Its jokes are bad enough. "I doubt very much, Swiftbeak, that any would eat the eggs of a creature tainted by demonic energies. Even if you could produce eggs, they would probably be acidic or something." Really. Maybe Valetni might take them, in that case, for some devilish brewing. But nobody would attempt to consume them...well, maybe Valetni would 'accidentally' feed them to someone. Al wouldn't put it past him.
 
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Vanessa woke up in her home to yelling and quickly got dressed and ran downstairs. She just got to the bottom when she saw her brother died and her father looking at her uncle saying "what have you done I never thought you would sell your soul to the devil and come here trying to claim your niece as a bride" This angered Vanessa so she ran and grabbed her fathers sword and ran back into the living room to see her family murdered right before her eyes. She then saw her uncle make his way over to her with a smirk on his face. She did not need to be told twice on what she needed to do so with one smooth motion she stabbed him in the stomach. she let the body fall with the sword still in him when she ran out the door.

She soon made her way to a stream not too far from her house and cleaned up the blood. She then stood up and took off to get as far away from the horrible nightmare as she could. She decided that she would not tell anyone about what just happened. She soon found herself at a temple and went up to the door and gave a knock on it.
 
((First, I welcome you, milady wildkat.
Second, we lost many members of our group due to OOC-drama, the less questions asked the better, we are currently in search of new players, some of whom we will be able to draw from /tg/, I hope, while of course any one who wishes here is welcome as long as he/she obeys some rules that go along the lines of "respecting others" and creating a character that is viable in a low-fantasy-medieval setting such as ours.

We are currently brainstorming some ideas for where to take the plot.))

(((EDIT: Till now, due to the large amount of loose ends, we have come to the conclusion that we will initiate a time-skip of at least 3 months and after that have the active players go on a journey to retrieve a new artifact. The specifics of said journey is what we are currently working on.)))
 
((Shade is willing to DM, we have come to the conclusion that the journey, which I will now call quest, will most likely happen in a seperate thread.

We have been discussing the details and come to several conclusions, made the villain and his motivations.

Almost done, soon, we will be able to take this RP up anew. We are still accepting anyone willing.))
 
(count me in and do not worry i always respect my fellow roleplayers and if you need me to fix anything on my character let me know and i will update but if now she is ready to go)
 
The next day, Vernasus's funeral was initiated. It was a dour ceremony, the visitors, with Valetni still laying unable to move without assistance in the hospice, mostly silent as the man that had been the beekeeper, a man of high position and commanding great respect despite his relative youth, was set to rest.

His grave was placed between the hives of the bees he died protecting.

Three months went on without dire occurrences, some of the guards would have said that this was due to Valetni being crippled, then laughed a little, before being reminded that the happenings around his injury also led to little Mary being incapacitated and traumatized, thus immediately fall silent.

It was the beginning of a new day, the sun rising steadily over the horizon, its red encroaching upon the temple to announce the morning.

In response, the temple's bell rang to herald the preparation of breakfast, with it most of the temple's occupants rising to greet the day, gardeners beginning to tend the flowers lining the temple's paths, beekeepers preparing their work, guards patrolling the walls.

It seemed like just another day.
 
Vanessa had now found a new place to live and has been living here for some three months now as the new cook. She proven to be quite the cook as well but still it seemed to her that some of the people did not trust her due to the fact she did not tell all of her story for how her family died.

She get up as the bell rang telling her it was time to go downstairs and start the breakfast. She decided to make eggs and bacon with butter toast and she was going to make a apple pie to go with it for dessert. She took a shower and got dressed and went down stairs to began the eggs.

She wore a black and white Maids dress as she cooked for it seemed at the time the uniform she would be wearing as she worked but she also had other cloths for to roam around the temple in when she was not cooking.

Soon the eggs were done and she put on the bacon and while that was cooking she made the pie and put it in the oven. She then set the table as the pie smell filled the air and knew the guards were soon going to be sitting at the table waiting to be served. she went back in the kitchen to put the bacon on a plate and take the pie out of the oven.
 
Rising in almost perfect timing with the first bell-ring from his bed, Morr was treated to the sight of his allocated room, granted by the temple.

The passing of the three months had been... somewhat unsettling, made him restless, he supposed. After all, the purpose demanded that goodness be served. But he had not done anything of the like while here, besides sometimes trying to meditate by the bees, always only to be disturbed by nightmares and dire memories.

There was always evil somewhere, somewhere some goodness to be done, some justice to let be sown. The purpose demanded so and he would have to accept. Just staying here did not help.

Sighing, he stood up and walked to the stand where his armor hung, he himself having been granted a habit, but he feared that if he did not wear his armor as often as he could, his aged body would soon become unused to the weight.

After having managed to attach all the plates, ending the familiar morning ritual with putting his helmet onto his scarred head and sheathing his sword, attaching the scabard to his side, Morr made his way to the dining hall for breakfast.
 
Valetni stirred.

Of late his dreams had been growing less and less troubled, his psyche mending itself even as his body doing the same. Never one to talk much, following the death of Vernasus he had said even less, becoming nearly monosyllabic, and never initiating the conversation. Yes, he had won. But now the game was over, and Valetni was discovering that much of the joy of his competition between him and vernasus came from the competition, and his death had put an end to that.

Sitting upright, he coughed. His lungs still felt as if they were being scoured with steel wire every time he did so, but he had learned to cope, to ignore the pain. He had decided that pain was merely weakness leaving the body. Using his hands to swing his legs around off the side of the bed, he took oak cane that rested beside the bed in one hand. Bracing himself against both the cane and the imminent pain, he levered himself to his feet, ignoring the daggers stabbing him in his calves and thighs.

'Yes' He thought to himself. 'Today would be different.'

But first, breakfast. With each laboring, agonized step, Valetni made his way towards the breakfast hall, pausing on his way to give every guard he met a glance that would have them nervously checking their drink and food for days to come.

Yes, today would be different, even if he had to make it so.
 
Vanessa stepped back and looked at all the food she cooked with a smile she was such a good cook her mother tight her well. She had to hide her tears at the thought of her mother but then shook her head saying "mind on your task Vanessa lots of people to feed". She went to take one last look at the table and looked up to see Morr.

She gave the man a smile and said "Good timing sir the food is done just sit at the table and i will bring out your food". She went back to the table and getting down a plate she put on the eggs and bacon and a peace of toast and set it on the table saying "when your done with that there is more but there is also apple pie for you to eat as well".

She turned as she heard anther person make their way so she ran back into the kitchen to make anther plate and set it on the table. She then went back to the kitchen to wait on the others she wont eat till everyone has eaten first.
 
While the temple serfs around him were busy serving the other occupants of the dining hall, Morr nodded in response to sister Vanessa's words, approaching the table and sitting down.

Unwilling to remove his helmet, knowing that his scarred appearance was unsettling and certainly unappetizing, he merely lifted it to allow the fork laden with food entrance to his mouth, jaws working almost mechanically as he consumed the sustenance. It tasted good, he supposed, though he certainly was not too good a judge.

Seeing how sister Vanessa rather seemed to prefer to wait, Morr said to her "Sister Vanessa, I cannot suffer that you hunger while I eat. If you would allow, join me at this meal, which, as I must say, tastes rather well."
 
The sound of the breakfast bell cut through the girl's foggy dreams like the morning sun did as it played patterns across her sleeping form.

She rose slowly, the dreams and their daemons retreating back from her conciousness, she'd not had as many recently, but Mister Zato said this was a good thing, since she couldn't have had bad ones if she'd forgotten them.

The night soon forgotten she washed and dressed herself, pulling on her usual outfit, the browns a striking contrast to her young pale skin.

*aughhh* she yawned, her small arms rising above her head and stretching to relieve the nights inactivity, as she walked through her door and closed it behind her.

After having to open it again to free the sweaters tail she made her way through the long corridors to the dining hall.

As her feet pitter-pattered their way over to take a seat in her usual place.

"Good morning Mister Morr, Good Morning Miss Vanessa" she managed to squeak from her still sleep-bound form.
 
(get up, get dressed, go eat, go back to hospice to take care of patients, wait till sundown, go to bed.) Blake thought as he walked to the dining hall.
this has been his schedule for the past 3 months since his posting here by General Amos, it will be another 9 months before he can retire in peace



just when he got to the entrance to the dining hall, Blake was stopped by a servant holding a fairly large package

"erm are you the one called Blake?" the servant asked a bit nervously

"yes i am, is that the package i asked for?" Blake responded back

"it is what you asked for, do you want me to do with it?" the servant asked

"place it in my room,be careful with it and do not open it" Blake instructed him

after the servant walked off, Blake went into the dining hall to eat, hoping it's the package he asked for before his posting
 
Valetni stopped as he entered the dining room.

It was that new cook, Vanessa, or something like that. His eyes narrowed in suspicion as he watched her from the threshold. Valetni was not the most trusting of people, trusting someone was merely giving someone else an opportunity to stab you in the back, Valetni was also paranoid, though he maintained it was justified if people really were out to get you, but something about this new arrival put him on edge.

Surveying the hall, Valetni slowly made his way over to an empty seat, itself flanked by an empty seat on both sides of it. Accepting a plate from a passing serf without an indication of thanks, Valetni carefully began to eat. Cutting everything into small pieces, and using copious amounts of water for lubricant, Valetni methodically set about cleaning his plate, just like his momma had instructed him so many years ago.
 
As milady Mary greeted him, Morr again rather forcibly focused on the nourishment provided, saying "A grand morning to you, milady."

While the hall was soon filling with the temple's inhabitants, there were some voices that had risen to a higher volume, a group of guards and serfs surrounding a trader from the south-western regions, who was gesturing wildly with the demeanor of one who desperately wanted his audience to believe him.

If one had tried to listen in, one might have heard from him "I'm telling you, it's not just some stories or myths! That ship's real, and it's a real menace!"

To which one of the guards would reply "You are really trying to tell us that a ship made from flesh and gold hounding the seas, devouring anything that moves is real?"

Grimacing, the trader nodded "It is, it is!", only earning him stares of disbelief and quite whispers about rumors being blown out of proportion.

The conversation would go along these lines, with the trader not making any progress with the guards.

Besides all this, a man, seemingly intimidated by those surrounding him, approached Valetni quietly, holding a package, presenting it to him, saying "I've done it all as you instructed."
 
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