ZeroForever wrote:Victor was bored to tears, not that you would ever be able to tell it, he had long learned to mask his emotions behind the veil of faith. After all praying for the dead though a necessary task was still inanely tedious, the chanting and staring at mutilated corpses wasn't exactly the most thrilling of tasks. As he finished up with the dead, at least the ones in the arena he excused himself not really wanting to tend to the wounded, he prefer to wander the castle grounds to purify any other corpses and maybe search around a bit; though more of the latter the former just being a viable excuse if someone asked.
The Arena is in quite a state of disarray, but still exudes its aura of impressiveness. Half open trapdoors creak in the floor, as the yellow sand is stained red with blood. Also a lot of the citizens had left their things in the stands when they began running for their lives.
Brnin8r wrote:Trey froze instantly, a wave of scenarios flooding his mind each with its own slew of questions. On the one hand the Soul Killer Knights had bannered the nation's defense for centuries, but they didn't now because of their evil pacts with nature gods. He had given his word to do whatever in payment for the service the man had provided. He was certain, despite Gregor's growing skill, he may have already been dead. He couldn't afford to lose the boy to his own pride. There was the line between religion and the kingdom...for surely...if the Soul Killer Knights helped, the demon menace might not even have a chance, but would The Good Lord punish Trey for assisting in the potential rise of one of the most well-known groups of nature use. In the back of his head was this niggling doubt, worry that what he would choose to do would defy one of his two oaths.
'You gave your word' Trey thought to himself.
After the long personal debate he clutches the badge, "I will do as you have requested...though I doubt Bishop Clarieon will be banished." he opened his hand and looked down to the badge, such a small thing that caused him such grief at the moment, "But...the kingdom's defense and my own honor and honesty will not be compromised for such a small thing." he tried to smile, to assure everyone that there would be nothing to worry about...but what would happen should the High Bishop discover Trey's actions. "Gregor place this in Ambro-" he said, realizing his horse had still not shown up, "Go fetch Ambrosious." he changed his request and placed the badge in his coin purse. "Again Sir, you have my undying gratitude. I wish we'd have met under better circumstances." without much else to say he offered his hand to the sage. "And..." he started nervously, "Since I've seen no nature magic, you're no threat." he said. He cursed himself slightly for weaving around the holy laws and his direct order, but this man had saved a life.
((Whoo conflict!))
The man grins humorlessly. "I can see your mind working. The disgrace of one worthless bishop is hardly a price to pay in return for an order of warriors trained to deal with the very situation the kingdom finds itself in. We will accept nothing less, be grateful we arent calling for your little church to be outlawed like our own way was."
"But I will leave it at that. We still watch... even though are not wanted here. The king has betrayed his people, betrayed the old spirits... and this is his judgment. If he loves your god so much, lets see the deity save Arleigh from the dark ones."
He turns to look at Gregor. "Boy... if you go into Watchwood with this man, keep your mind and ears open. The spirits always watch those with strong souls, and not all of them are evil. If you are not close minded and self-deafened... they might even speak to you."
Looking back to Trey. "As for you, Paladin... I dont envy the task you lay out for yourself. The forest is old... the spirits within older still. They will not take kindly to your new god." He turns and begins walking away.
O Muse!
Sing in me, and through me tell the story
Of that man skilled in all the ways of contending,
A wanderer, harried for years on end...
Click the eggs... feed the dragons.
