I'm itching to write, but if I do I'm afraid I'll get no sleep tonight Until tomorrow... Athkathla II
Errr...damn homework! I'm itching to write, but if I do I'm afraid I'll get no sleep tonight Until tomorrow...
I'm itching to write, but if I do I'm afraid I'll get no sleep tonight Until tomorrow... Lost Souls: A bereft lover. A masterless familiar. Friends gone their separate ways. Time marches on, and destiny heralds the meeting of comrades old and new. Can they find what they're seeking? Or will the search bring them only more pain?
Virdel leaned back in his chair, a smug sense of superiority hanging over him. He then looked to Magus, expecting something, possibly some instructions as to what that blasted gem in front of him was.
Magus frowned, not amused by his flaunting demeanor. He may have gotten results, but he had also blown his cover. An error that could be overlooked, but if he kept this up he would have to reminded that he wasn’t as perfect as he thought he was.
Magus flatly ignored Virdel’s demanding look, looking instead to Xandax, who began his tale.
”Well, it seems our drow companion here has learned more than I have.”
Xandax looked at Magus
“All I’ve found out is, that it seems that many orders within the initiated leaders of the guild, is telepathic – I’ve noticed this more than once. Maybe a task for your pet.
It also seems that the Helms use mercenaries to do mundane tasks, as to either conceal their numbers, their true faces or simply as a decoy for the thieves. They don’t plan on the mercenaries to survive.”
Xandax looked back at Virdel. “Other than that – I have nothing concrete”, Xandax smiled.
Xandax leaned back in his chair – and took out his sword and started polishing it again.
“I don’t think your intuition about their use of telepathy is correct,” Magus spoke casually. “That is a rare talent even among my own peers, who are known for their mental prowess. The only alternative to possessing the Talent would be a powerful magical item, which each communicant would have to carry. The Cowled Wizards might possibly have such resources, but certainly not the Black Helm.”
He looked back at Virdel, who was again impatiently awaiting some explanation of the shadowy gem in front of him.
Magus shook his head. Once he was young and brash like that. Tragedy and the burden of responsibility had quickly changed that.
“A fitting gem for you, drow. Born of shadow, crafted in the chaos of Limbo, its power lies in its total unpredictability. Hold it and imagine what you desire, and it just might come true. Perhaps not. Most likely you’ll not get what you expect... Of course, its power is limited, and it holds only a limited number of charges before its power is exhausted.”
Finished, Magus returned to the matter at hand.
“The imminent attack would explain why the Helm is hiring outsiders in such large numbers. They would want to free up those of their own order to prepare for the assault. But that they would contemplate such an undertaking at all, even with the Cowled Wizard’s support, is disturbing. They must be quite confident of success, even of an easy victory, and we have to find out why.”
Just then the curtain to the booth opened, and in stumbled Rail, the leather greaves of his right leg soaked in blood. The rest of him looked even worse. All over his skin was cracked and oozing as if from some horrid disease, though Magus immediately recognized the signature signs of a brush with a Horrid Wilting. Rail barely managed to make it to a seat before collapsing.
“Go fetch a healer. NOW,” Magus added, after sensing Virdel’s initial reluctance. A dangerous glint shined in his eyes, and Virdel hurried away, deciding that he rather liked his appendages to stay attached where they were.
“Here, drink this, my friend,” Magus whispered, leaning down and pulling a potion from his robes and uncorking it. Always prideful, Rail rejected his hand and brought it shaking to his own lips. It helped the pain somewhat, and the wound in his thigh completely closed, but the skin lesions oozed unabated.
“He’s burning with fever,” Xandax remarked, putting a hand to his forehead. Rail’s whole body was shaking now.
“It’s some sort of magical disease. I might be able to neutralize it with the help of a powerful healer,” Magus speaks, calm overriding panic.
“Rail, I need to know. Did Lazal do this to you?”
Rail, shivering, his face convulsed in pain, nodded.
“I’m going to get Aerie.”
Magus disappeared, leaving Xandax alone with Rail.
An instant later, a black cat burst from under the curtains.
-Where’s Magus!-
“He went to get Aerie. Rail’s caught ill,” Xandax replied, wiping sweat from Rail’s head with a tablecloth. When it came to wizards, nothing surprised him anymore. Not even a feline hakeashar.
-Then he must be cured immediately. The Wizards and the Helm attack the Shadow Thieves at midnight-
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@all: Enter Chapter 9: The Crisis (if Aegis likes the label, of course )
@craig: You can enter the Copper Coronet now.
@Aegis: You can take a little license in your next post, if you choose
@Rail: What do you think?
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Magus frowned, not amused by his flaunting demeanor. He may have gotten results, but he had also blown his cover. An error that could be overlooked, but if he kept this up he would have to reminded that he wasn’t as perfect as he thought he was.
Magus flatly ignored Virdel’s demanding look, looking instead to Xandax, who began his tale.
”Well, it seems our drow companion here has learned more than I have.”
Xandax looked at Magus
“All I’ve found out is, that it seems that many orders within the initiated leaders of the guild, is telepathic – I’ve noticed this more than once. Maybe a task for your pet.
It also seems that the Helms use mercenaries to do mundane tasks, as to either conceal their numbers, their true faces or simply as a decoy for the thieves. They don’t plan on the mercenaries to survive.”
Xandax looked back at Virdel. “Other than that – I have nothing concrete”, Xandax smiled.
Xandax leaned back in his chair – and took out his sword and started polishing it again.
“I don’t think your intuition about their use of telepathy is correct,” Magus spoke casually. “That is a rare talent even among my own peers, who are known for their mental prowess. The only alternative to possessing the Talent would be a powerful magical item, which each communicant would have to carry. The Cowled Wizards might possibly have such resources, but certainly not the Black Helm.”
He looked back at Virdel, who was again impatiently awaiting some explanation of the shadowy gem in front of him.
Magus shook his head. Once he was young and brash like that. Tragedy and the burden of responsibility had quickly changed that.
“A fitting gem for you, drow. Born of shadow, crafted in the chaos of Limbo, its power lies in its total unpredictability. Hold it and imagine what you desire, and it just might come true. Perhaps not. Most likely you’ll not get what you expect... Of course, its power is limited, and it holds only a limited number of charges before its power is exhausted.”
Finished, Magus returned to the matter at hand.
“The imminent attack would explain why the Helm is hiring outsiders in such large numbers. They would want to free up those of their own order to prepare for the assault. But that they would contemplate such an undertaking at all, even with the Cowled Wizard’s support, is disturbing. They must be quite confident of success, even of an easy victory, and we have to find out why.”
Just then the curtain to the booth opened, and in stumbled Rail, the leather greaves of his right leg soaked in blood. The rest of him looked even worse. All over his skin was cracked and oozing as if from some horrid disease, though Magus immediately recognized the signature signs of a brush with a Horrid Wilting. Rail barely managed to make it to a seat before collapsing.
“Go fetch a healer. NOW,” Magus added, after sensing Virdel’s initial reluctance. A dangerous glint shined in his eyes, and Virdel hurried away, deciding that he rather liked his appendages to stay attached where they were.
“Here, drink this, my friend,” Magus whispered, leaning down and pulling a potion from his robes and uncorking it. Always prideful, Rail rejected his hand and brought it shaking to his own lips. It helped the pain somewhat, and the wound in his thigh completely closed, but the skin lesions oozed unabated.
“He’s burning with fever,” Xandax remarked, putting a hand to his forehead. Rail’s whole body was shaking now.
“It’s some sort of magical disease. I might be able to neutralize it with the help of a powerful healer,” Magus speaks, calm overriding panic.
“Rail, I need to know. Did Lazal do this to you?”
Rail, shivering, his face convulsed in pain, nodded.
“I’m going to get Aerie.”
Magus disappeared, leaving Xandax alone with Rail.
An instant later, a black cat burst from under the curtains.
-Where’s Magus!-
“He went to get Aerie. Rail’s caught ill,” Xandax replied, wiping sweat from Rail’s head with a tablecloth. When it came to wizards, nothing surprised him anymore. Not even a feline hakeashar.
-Then he must be cured immediately. The Wizards and the Helm attack the Shadow Thieves at midnight-
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@all: Enter Chapter 9: The Crisis
(if Aegis likes the label, of course )@craig: You can enter the Copper Coronet now.
@Aegis: You can take a little license in your next post, if you choose
@Rail: What do you think?
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Lost Souls: A bereft lover. A masterless familiar. Friends gone their separate ways. Time marches on, and destiny heralds the meeting of comrades old and new. Can they find what they're seeking? Or will the search bring them only more pain?
@Aegis- I took the brunt of one of Magus' lightning bolts just before the fight really got started. Now, if I had been at full strength...
Edit: I gotta remember to quit posting my sig. It could get confusing if someone confuses me for a paladin here!
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Edit: I gotta remember to quit posting my sig. It could get confusing if someone confuses me for a paladin here!
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Matti Il-Amin, Paladin, comedian, and expert adventurer. Proudly bearing the colors of the [url="http://www.svelmoe.dk/blade/index.htm"]Blades of the Banshee[/url]
Seeing the blood after entering Thryn rushed to the booth it led to, tapping the hilt of Venenum when the bartender tried to warn him.
Barging on the seen Thryns eyes quickly saw Rail, Thryn swore a curse on the unholy Mage, He said quick words and waved his hands in chance of spell, nothing,
"Truely only lazal could have done this"
Barging on the seen Thryns eyes quickly saw Rail, Thryn swore a curse on the unholy Mage, He said quick words and waved his hands in chance of spell, nothing,
"Truely only lazal could have done this"
@all: Well, I’ve got some time to blow today. I was going to study, but the test was postponed due to the psychopathic terrorist attacks on the U. S. today I think this has got to be one of the worst terrorist attacks in U. S. history (in terms of loss of life).
@all: I’ll be back later after some more of you guys get a chance to post.
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I think this has got to be one of the worst terrorist attacks in U. S. history (in terms of loss of life). @Rail: Well, hey, that's what friends are forOriginally posted by Rail:<STRONG>
@Aegis- I took the brunt of one of Magus' lightning bolts just before the fight really got started. Now, if I had been at full strength...</STRONG>
Who said this was the final battle? Certainly wasn’t me...<STRONG> *sigh* How come I always head into the final battle half dead?</STRONG>
@craig: Huh?Originally posted by craig:<STRONG>
He [Thryn] said quick words and waved his hands in chance of spell, nothing,</STRONG>
@all: I’ll be back later after some more of you guys get a chance to post.
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Lost Souls: A bereft lover. A masterless familiar. Friends gone their separate ways. Time marches on, and destiny heralds the meeting of comrades old and new. Can they find what they're seeking? Or will the search bring them only more pain?
Ok guys i am back, got the net fixed.
However i will post tomorrow.
The events of the day have taken it out of me even if i am not american.
I will post the stuff i have written tomorrow.
However i will post tomorrow.
The events of the day have taken it out of me even if i am not american.
I will post the stuff i have written tomorrow.
For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun? - Khalil Gibran
"We shall fight on the beaches. We shall fight on the landing grounds. We shall fight in the fields, and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills. We shall never surrender!" - Winston Churchill
"We shall fight on the beaches. We shall fight on the landing grounds. We shall fight in the fields, and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills. We shall never surrender!" - Winston Churchill
@craig: If you say so (looking puzzled). Does Thryn have any other special abilities worth mentioning?
@Fas: Good to hear your internet's fixed
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@Fas: Good to hear your internet's fixed
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Lost Souls: A bereft lover. A masterless familiar. Friends gone their separate ways. Time marches on, and destiny heralds the meeting of comrades old and new. Can they find what they're seeking? Or will the search bring them only more pain?
Ok changing something in my post.
It is around 8 pages now in word.
I shortened the lenght from before.
But guys don't leave the copper coroent until i post.
Which will be today.
Explain my internet problem after i am done with my post.
It is around 8 pages now in word.
I shortened the lenght from before.
But guys don't leave the copper coroent until i post.
Which will be today.
Explain my internet problem after i am done with my post.
For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun? - Khalil Gibran
"We shall fight on the beaches. We shall fight on the landing grounds. We shall fight in the fields, and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills. We shall never surrender!" - Winston Churchill
"We shall fight on the beaches. We shall fight on the landing grounds. We shall fight in the fields, and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills. We shall never surrender!" - Winston Churchill
As both Xandax and Thryn left, Faisal moved on towards the temple on top of the Copper Coronet. As he started to leave Faisal noticed some cowled men run back and forth from the Copper Coronet to a portal.
“Hmmm thought Faisal, only the cowled Wizards would be so blatant in their show of magic, better move out of the way quick, don’t want to be asked questions on what happened as I still don’t know what happened”
Faisal moved to the side and took the steps two at a time for the temple, but half way their, Faisal just sat down and started to think.
He wasn’t a good fighter, though Faisal bitterly, heck he would probably be killed if he did join the Black Helm. Also he had his family to think about. His mother had only allowed him to leave to earn money and bring it back for his younger brothers and sisters. He owed no allegiance to this mage even though he had offered a great deal of money. He owed it to his family to stay alive and bring back some money and by agreeing to the mages plan he certainly wouldn’t remain alive very long.
Of course there was Xandax, who had saved his life and honor dictated that Faisal should at least watch out for Xandax till his debt was repaid. But what could he do? He was only 19 summers, a pathetic cleric, if he was a cleric at all and a poor fighter. He could help Xandax in his present state even if he wanted to.
Cleric…hmm…Father was a cleric and good one I think. But I could really do with some advice now and he would have known exactly what to do and say at this moment. He always knew what to do. As a cleric he wished I would follow in his footsteps and when I was younger he taught me the basics of casting and memorizing spells.
Smiling to himself, Faisal’s thoughts drifted off to when he was 7 and had gotten his hands on one of his father’s spells, it was the fire sword, and he had tried to cast it. Everything went wrong. He ended up burning himself and setting all 3 family pets on fire, the 2 dogs and a cat.
He had recalled this memory many times, however, this time he also remembered his fathers reaction, which he had forgotten until now. Faisal had expected his father to be very angry for using one of his spells but quiet to the contrary his father was delighted that at the age of 7 his first born had been able to read and almost perform one of the simple spells he had. He then decided to teach Faisal everything about being a cleric. During the winter he had been taught the different Gods, their ways of life and the basic essentials of being a cleric. When winter changed to summer, his father decided it was time to start teaching Faisal how to read and perform the casting of spells. However this was all in theory and not in practice. At the end of that summer his Father had gone adventuring and had never returned. Last one who remained of the group brought his shield and sword back. He would not speak of what happened and disappeared.
His stomach growled suddenly breaking his concentration. He was hungry and broke as well. The sun had started its decent and the cowled wizards had left some time ago, leaving the area quiet and empty. Everybody had dispersed when the cowled wizards appeared and none would return until first light tomorrow.
There is very little time to find a job and there was yet more thinking to be done. But first he must talk to the old cleric Ribald about the pendant and the symbol, which had appeared, on his shield. As an after thought Faisal wonder, maybe he could get a bite to eat there as well.
Getting up from the steps outside and above the Copper Coronet, Faisal continued his way to the temple recalling the events from the earlier encounter with the beautiful woman who had sold him the two items. Arriving at the temple Faisal asked to see Ribald and was led straight to the old cleric’s private study where he was immersed in a huge tome.
Ribald looked up from his work to see who had entered and smiled when he recognized the young lad.
“Faisal welcome, but I am afraid I have not had the time to search for an answer to your problem,” answered the old cleric truthfully.
“Well that isn’t as important now,” replied Faisal, “ I have even more to tell you know and it is even weirder.”
Ribald with a quizzical look on his face got up form his desk and moved towards to a set of chairs where he sat down and gestured to Faisal to do the same. Faisal sat down and recounted the events of the day with every detail he could remember. He tried not to leave a single thing out. After listening quietly through the events Ribald stood up and started to pace back and forth in deep thought. Then he asked Faisal to show him the shield. Faisal picked up the item at his feet and passed it to the old man.
Inspecting the new image on the shield Ribald noticed something and asked “ are you sure you don’t remember this engraving. I mean it is pretty big, covering most of the shield and it looks like it was engraved long ago.”
“No I am sure it is new and it was never there before,” replied Faisal matter-of-factly.
Ribald dismissed the answer and asked to see the medallion that was underneath Faisal’s shirt. As soon as Faisal took the item out, Ribald gasped and asked extremely forcefully, “Where did you get that?”
Faisal startled by the sudden force replied evenly “ I bought it remember?”
Ribald sat down muttering to himself, “You just can’t buy this, this is not possible, not possible at all…”
Faisal anxious to know what he old cleric was thinking and talking about asked “What do you mean not possible and why can’t I just buy it?”
The old man did not answer but instead extended his hand to see the amulet. Faisal without hesitation handed it over. Once in his hand the old cleric looked over it and started pacing up and down even faster.
After 10 long excruciating minutes for Faisal, Ribald stopped and performed a quick spell upon the amulet. Before Faisal could protest the spell was over and the amulet was glowing a slivery light. The old cleric’s face lit up and he raced over to the shield and performed the same spell again. The image also started to glow a silvery light.
Ribald turning to Faisal said “You have to become a cleric, you have no choice in this matter.”
Faisal shocked with the bizarre actions of the old cleric and finally the sudden statement, which was extremely forceful. Steeling his nerves he asked, “Why should I?”
Ribald confused by the reply, asked, “You have no idea what the symbol and amulet means do you?”
Faisal shook his head and Ribald started to laugh and said, “Before I tell you what is so important I need to know if you have ever cast a spell before or know how to cast one?”
Faisal was about to answer No, but then his thoughts drifted back to the memory he had recalled earlier in the day. “Well actually, yes” said Faisal and he told Ribald about the incident when he was 7.
“7? Are you sure 7? asked the cleric calmly.
“Yes because it was my 8th summer when I was taught the basics by my father and in the winter he left” replied Faisal sadly.
Ribald still looking at him asked “And you don’t see an significance in this do you?”
“Well No,” replied Faisal.
“Well let me explain, clerics get their power from the Gods the follow respectively. Their power to control spells comes their beliefs and the power their deities give them. So a cleric uses his deity’s power to cast spells correctly,” said Ribald.
“Well yes,” said Faisal rather dumbly.
“Boy you are thicker than an orc’s hide, how could have cast a spell at the age of 7 when you weren’t a trained cleric or given to a deity,” said Ribald.
Faisal silent for some time finally muttered, “So this memory of mine is not real?”
“Of course not, after seeing the amulet and the engraving in the shield, my dear lad you have had a deity already accept you and the fact that you could cast a spell at such a tender age only strengthens my belief.”
“But why for all you know I could be lying and these things part of some mage’s spell?” asked Faisal.
“No” replied Ribald, “as you saw for yourself that it radiates silver.”
Faisal confused and shocked said nothing. Ribald realized he was going to fast and decided to explain the issue in more detail to the lad. As he sat down next to Faisal he started to explain, “This image of a silver disk is that of Tymora, the Goddess of Luck and Adventure. She has chosen you to be one of her clerics. You see this amulet is very special as it is given clerics in her favor or who have done great deeds in her name. This is not something to be taken lightly or ignored for a trained cleric. However for you a lad who isn’t even a cleric and to be given it for no great dead as well as the fact that you do not worship her is astounding”.
“So…I met a goddess?” asked Faisal timidly digesting the information.
Laughing Ribald replied, “I don’t think so, the amulet was most likely given to you by one of her chosen.”
“Like Elminster is the chosen one of Mystra,” blurted out Faisal.
“Yes just like that,” commented Ribald.
At that moment the door opened and a young man stopped in to say dinner was ready. Ribald said they would be there in a moment and turned to Faisal. “Do you have a place to stay?”
“No, not really,” Replied Faisal.
“Well then it is settled, you will have dinner with us and stay as well”. Turning to the young lad Ribald said, “Prepare a room for Faisal he will be spending the night and may be more.”
Once the lad had left Ribald spoke to Faisal “Well will discuss this in the morning but wear this amulet at all times and don’t show it to any body, keep it hidden under your shirt.
Faisal did as he was told and picked up the amulet and followed Ribald out of the door. The rest of the night was a blur with Faisal remaining quiet and unresponsive. He did not remember how he came to his room or when he fell a sleep. But the next day he knew exactly what he needed to do.
Day 2
Early morning came and Faisal was already awake and ready. It had been his Father’s wish that he should be a cleric and he would be just that and fulfill his father’s wish. Dressing quickly Faisal decided to head out into the city to earn some money, for various reasons one being the fact that he felt he was leeching off the clerics at the temple, eating their food and sleeping in one of their beds.
Faisal left his room and went to Ribald’s study only to be told by a cleric that Ribald was resting and should not be disturbed. Faisal left a message with the cleric saying that he would be back at noon to talk to the old man.
Having done so, Faisal strolled out of the temple into a bright and sunny day in search of a job and money. Faisal searched the slums first as it was closest, looking for any line of work and any pay. However the people in the slums don’t have money for themselves how can they provide jobs. Faisal found out very quickly that asking for a job in this neck of the city was not a very pleasant experience.
Quickly changing his course, Faisal headed towards the city gates where there was a tavern, which might need extra help. However that proved to be nothing but a fruitless effort. The owner and bar keep had already to many workers and as Faisal entered he fired two young boys. Faisal tired to approach the man for a job but instead he was picked up and thrown out of a tavern.
Faisal dusted himself off and headed off towards Wakeen’s Promenade muttering and cursing all the way. Arriving at the promenade Faisal decided to see if the circus needed any workers or stable hands. Faisal entered the big tent and started asking around for a job. A young girl approached him and asked if he could handle animals well. Faisal thinking for a moment replied, “I could always learn.”
The lady beckoned Faisal to follow and walked out of the tent. The lady instructed Faisal that he would be cleaning out the cages of the animals as well taking care of them. He would be paid 10 coppers a day but only if he was accepted, as he had to pass a test.
Faisal extremely curious followed the lady who was walking towards a cage, which was covered by a cloth. Uncovering the cage Faisal was shocked to see a baby wyvern. He learnt his objective was to get the baby wyvern in to the smaller cage on his left.
Faisal asked “How am I supposed to get it into the cage? Grab it with its wings and push it in?”
The lady replied, “Anyway you want to, just remember, wyverns are very mean and aggressive when provoked.”
A thought suddenly occurred to Faisal “How long do I work and do I have to stay here?”
“Well” replied the lady “you have to spend day and night on call for the animals and yes you have to stay here as we would need you all the time.”
Faisal sighed with relief and replied, “I am sorry but I can’t take the job, I have some lessons which are mandatory to attend and I have to have at least half the day for that.” Privately Faisal thought to himself and I don’t want to deal with a wyvern even if it is a baby.
Exchanging normal pleasantries, Faisal left the circus and headed over to the Adventures mart to see if they need any help. But the owner Ribald kindly refused and went back to minding the store.
Faisal then decided to try his luck at a small tavern above the circus but was again thrown out but this time because he was a smelly brigand. Faisal landed on the steps in front of tavern and stayed there for some time collecting his thoughts. So far he had been thrown out twice and asked to wrestle a wyvern. He wasn’t having a very lucky day.
Tired and bruised Faisal got up and looked at the sun. It was close to noon and he had to meet ribald soon and he had very little time left. Half running, half limping, Faisal raced over to the temple passing everyone and entering Ribald’s private study breathless.
Smiling at the state Faisal was in Ribald closed his tome and asked Faisal how his day had gone. Faisal crashed into the chair he had sat in yesterday and told Ribald the events of the day. Faisal finished the monologue by saying he would become a cleric, however he would have no idea where to start.
Ribald getting off his chair, examined Faisal’s leg and said “hmm…minor strain, a healer can fix it later. As for where to start your cleric training, you can do it right here with me as your instructor.”
Faisal contemplated the offer while rubbing his injured leg. After a few minutes of deep thought Faisal asked, “But aren’t you a cleric of Ilmater? How can you teach me when you believe I am to be a cleric of Tymora?
“Well in essence, replied Ribald, all clerics wield the same spells and learn the same way. The clerics only differ on whom they worship and due to this they may be allowed to use certain extra spells. In your case the spell is called Tymora’s Luck, which if I remember correctly makes the caster and those around him lucky and events occur which benefit them. However this is a very strong spell and takes a great deal of time to learn. S with the exception of this spell and some others, I could train you in the art of being a cleric.
“Great,” replied Faisal, “when do I start and what is the fee for such training?”
“The fee we will deal with later,” answered the old cleric “but you will stay the temple as a trainee.”
Faisal curious asked the old man “But why are you doing all this you hardly know me.”
“Ah there is were you are wrong. I know enough to know that you need my help and guidance. I know that you and your friends are responsible for the mess the coronet is in right now and I also know that the mage magus wants something of you. When a mage as powerful as magus is involved you know something is very wrong. And then there is of course the issue of Lady Luck and her wanting you as one of her clerics. As I am the only cleric you seem to know and you keep coming back to me with your problems it seems like it is part of my destiny to help you out.”
With that the old cleric sank into his chair and said; “Now I have same important work to do so you have the rest of the day off.”
Faisal deep in thought on what the old cleric had just said walked out silently and started towards his favorite thinking spot, the steps near the copper coronet. When he arrived to the steps he was surprised to see people running in and out of the coronet like ants. The roof was being rebuilt and it looked like they needed some help.
“Well,” thought Faisal “if lady luck is indeed with me lets see if I can get a job here.”
Faisal proceeded down the steps and entered the coronet to a swarm of people fixing chairs, tables, sweeping the floor and fixing the walls. Faisal went up to the barkeep and asked, “Can I get any work here?”
The barkeep replied, “We got more than we can handle,” looking up he added “ and certainly not for one of the people who caused the problems in the first place.”
Faisal uneasy that the barkeep recognized him, turned around only to walk straight into a human wall.
“I am Hendak and the Copper Coronet is mine and when you damage her you answer to me. Follow me NOW! Growled the man.
Great my 3rd day and I am already half way in the grave thought Faisal. But with out any other options, Faisal followed Hendak to a small room with just a desk and 2 chairs.
“Now,” said Hendak “Tell me everything that happened the night of the fight and I mean everything.”
Faisal told the tale of fight making sure to leave out the identities of his friends and what happened later. He described the battle as it had occurred and added nothing more.
Hendak then asked, “Why did you come back to the coronet?”
Faisal replied, “For a job.”
The big man smiling questioned, “You are one of those who damaged the coronet and yet you come here for a job why?”
Faisal remained silent and so Hendak continued. Well we are short staffed as 3 serving wenches left too scared about night before to work here again. Plus it is about time I had someone to help Bernard out. You are hired.”
Faisal too shocked to say a thing let his hanging mouth and bulging wide eyes convey his sentiments.
Ignoring the astonished look on the lad’s face, Hendak asked, “where are you staying?”
Faisal composed himself and answered, “I am staying at the temple above the coronet I am training there.”
“Well, Well a would be cleric and a fighter. This is a day full of surprises; you will be working from 5 till midnight. You will be paid 20 coppers a nigh and you better be on time,” said Hendak.
Faisal’s mind was suddenly a blaze with ideas. If I take this job I would be able to earn money and learn to be a cleric at the same time. However what is more important would be that I would be able to get information on what is happening in the town and could keep an eye out for news on the black helm and the other organizations in the city of coin. This would also provide information on Xandax and Thryn.
Faisal got up from his seat and said “you have a deal when do I start?”
Hendak replied quickly “Tomorrow when the coronet opens again, now go find Bernard and ask him to show you the ropes.”
Faisal thanking his goddess, who he now believed might be favoring him after all, left the room in search of Bernard. He found the barkeep rummaging through the bar looking for a specific drink. Explaining to the barkeep that he was starting work at the coronet was everything frustrating, as it seemed that Bernard was not paying any attention to him at all. However as soon as he found his drink, Bernard took a quick shot and walked off in the direction of the kitchen explaining the basics Faisal needed to know.
Faisal was given details on the drinks to be served to which customers, what goes where, which type of customers need to pay first and which were to be given special treatment. By the time Bernard was finished, Faisal was mentally taxed with all the information.
Faisal left the coronet and ran to Ribald to tell him the good news. Ribald listened patiently and finally said smiling, “I am pleased that you have found a job and especially that it is so close to the temple. You want my permission to work there right?
Faisal nodded quickly and sent a silent prayer to Tymora.
“Well you do,” answered the old cleric to the delight of the young lad, “However you will study to be a cleric straight after breakfast and leave at the appointed time.” Faisal elated thanked the old cleric a thousand times.
“I have a lot of work to do Faisal, go have some dinner with the clerics and then meet me here right after breakfast,” said the cleric, and with that turned back to his work.
Faisal suddenly realized that he had nothing to eat since morning, went straight to dinner leaving Ribald to his work. Faisal through out dinner was active and extremely happy and spent most of the time with the younger clerics talking about the basics of becoming one. Faisal went to bed late restless, wanting the sun to dawn as quickly as possible.
Day 3.
Faisal got up early excited about the prospects of learning something that would change his life. He was also the first one at breakfast and waited impatiently for everybody to show up so that food could be served. He rushed through his breakfast and quickly rushed to Ribald’s private study, where the old cleric was sitting and waiting, with a great deal of books open in front of him.
“Ah you are excited, and wide awake as well, said Ribald “Good we will start of with the basics of clerical spells and how we cast our spells. However before we do so, I think it would be best if you some of the history behind the Deities and in particular about your Goddess Tymora.”
Faisal made himself comfortable in the chair while Ribald sat across from him and started to explain the history of many of the Gods and their various functions within the world. He started with Ao and the first Gods he created, he told the tales of betrayal and destruction of various gods, which led to the establishment of many more gods like Tymora. Ribald explained the various ranks of the Gods ranging from lesser powers to the greater ones. Ribald explained the Time of Troubles to Faisal from the point of view of the clerics and how it had been a time of great joy as they belief in their Gods had been fulfilled and yet at the same time of great destruction as many Gods were destroyed.
“Now that you know the basic history of all the Gods, it is time for a much more in depth approach to learn what the Lady of Luck Tymora embodies,” said Ribald. Tymora an intermediate power is mainly known as the Goddess of Luck however she is also the Goddess of skill, victory, adventurers, and adventuring. Her symbol you know is that of a featureless silver disk. Lathander, Selūne and Shaundakul are her allies, while Beshaba and Bane are her enemies. If you come across clerics who worship these two evil deities it is a must you take a stance in stopping what ever they are planning on doing. Tymora has no higher deity to which she must answer.
Now comes the issue of you carrying a sword as your main weapon. I do believe it is ok for you use it as Tymora’s Paladins are allowed to use sharp weapons. From what I have seen you are only trained in using the sword right?
Faisal nods his head in confirmation and Ribald continues, “So it won’t really be a problem also as Tymora must have known that you can only use a sword so even then she chose you, I do think it is ok. Now I think it is time for you to start with some basic spell components.”
Ribald went on to explain the intricateness in the connection between a deity and the cleric. He explained the channeling of the power, and how spells should be formed in the mind as well as how the chanting and hand gestures helped shape the spell. The most important element of any clerics power and ability to control his or her spells was the strength of the clerics faith in the Deity he or she worships. Waiting for Faisal to digest all this information and think of any question, Ribald sat in silence for a moment. Then he got up and grabbed a parchment and brought it to Faisal.
“This is a simple spell, written in the common tongue which I do believe you understand and can read,” asked Ribald.
Faisal nodded and then Ribald said “Well then read the spell and cast it, it is a simple Amour of Faith spell.”
Faisal a little hesitant of casting, tried to steer the direction of the lessons to memorizing the spells and discussing the components on how to make a spell. Ribald a little confused said, “You don’t believe you are blessed by Lady Luck?”
Faisal sheepishly shook is head and said, “I am not sure and if I am not sure I don’t want to cast a spell, it may go wrong and hurt someone.”
“Fine, said Ribald, you will practice memorizing spells, here is a spell book, try to memorize as many spells as possible. You will not leave until you have memorized as many as possible.”
Faisal sat down at the table opened the book and started memorizing spells, which he thought were useful. Ribald had explained how memorizing spells was difficult, but he never told Faisal how much strain it put on him and how his head was swimming from all the concentration. After what seemed an eternity Faisal was able to memorize the spell Amour of Faith. From there he moved on to memorize the spell Bless, which was just as difficult to memorize but seemed to take less time.
Faisal had been concentrating for a great deal of time when Ribald tapped him on the shoulder and said “It is nearly time for you go to work at the Coronet, here is something to eat. So how many have you memorized?”
“Well so far I have memorized Amour of Faith, Bless, Remove Fear, Chant, and I just finished memorizing slow poison,” said Faisal.
Ribald nodded approvingly, “Not bad for your first time, 5 spells memorized from noon to 5. But you need to practice more and your ability to memorize will increase over time. Now get a new shirt as you are drenched in sweat and get to the coronet.”
Faisal noticed that his wet shirt clung to his body and his pants were also heavy with sweat. Quickly closing the book, Faisal ran to his room and changed quickly into a new pair of clothes. Faisal placed his magical boots on once again, checked for the amulet underneath his shirt, grabbed his shield and sword and was out the door. He passed through the temple like the wind and raced down the steps and into the copper coronet. He was just on time.
Bernard signaled for Faisal to come closer and whispered, “In the back over near the cabinet, the small room with the curtain closed, is a group that is not to be disturbed. You will only go and ask if they need any thing to drink and then you will move away. You will keep an eye out so that none of these drunken fools comes near them.
If one does, you should move them away as quickly as possible.” With that said, Bernard gives Faisal a tray and a clothe and pushed him off in the direction of the table. Faisal quickly moves towards the room zigzagging through the crowd.
Getting close to the small room, there seemed to something wrong behind the curtain, but Faisal discretely drew the curtain apart and stepped into the room, only to be jumped from the back by some one.
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OOC There I have also joined the party.
Took along time to type all this up nearly 11 pages.
My net problem. I use a mac, but nobody else i know does.
None of the cafes in Swiss have macs.
So when i had the net problem i couldn't get my stuff of my comp on the net. If i had it on a disk, the Windows ones wouldn't accept it.
So i can't use them.
So there was no way to post it.
Also the character has been give some cliche type destiny thing as my character isn't a great fighter or anything else.
He is 19 and needs some help, a Goddess's help will work out well.
Hope everything i have done is ok, if anything needs to be changed tell me and i will edit it.
“Hmmm thought Faisal, only the cowled Wizards would be so blatant in their show of magic, better move out of the way quick, don’t want to be asked questions on what happened as I still don’t know what happened”
Faisal moved to the side and took the steps two at a time for the temple, but half way their, Faisal just sat down and started to think.
He wasn’t a good fighter, though Faisal bitterly, heck he would probably be killed if he did join the Black Helm. Also he had his family to think about. His mother had only allowed him to leave to earn money and bring it back for his younger brothers and sisters. He owed no allegiance to this mage even though he had offered a great deal of money. He owed it to his family to stay alive and bring back some money and by agreeing to the mages plan he certainly wouldn’t remain alive very long.
Of course there was Xandax, who had saved his life and honor dictated that Faisal should at least watch out for Xandax till his debt was repaid. But what could he do? He was only 19 summers, a pathetic cleric, if he was a cleric at all and a poor fighter. He could help Xandax in his present state even if he wanted to.
Cleric…hmm…Father was a cleric and good one I think. But I could really do with some advice now and he would have known exactly what to do and say at this moment. He always knew what to do. As a cleric he wished I would follow in his footsteps and when I was younger he taught me the basics of casting and memorizing spells.
Smiling to himself, Faisal’s thoughts drifted off to when he was 7 and had gotten his hands on one of his father’s spells, it was the fire sword, and he had tried to cast it. Everything went wrong. He ended up burning himself and setting all 3 family pets on fire, the 2 dogs and a cat.
He had recalled this memory many times, however, this time he also remembered his fathers reaction, which he had forgotten until now. Faisal had expected his father to be very angry for using one of his spells but quiet to the contrary his father was delighted that at the age of 7 his first born had been able to read and almost perform one of the simple spells he had. He then decided to teach Faisal everything about being a cleric. During the winter he had been taught the different Gods, their ways of life and the basic essentials of being a cleric. When winter changed to summer, his father decided it was time to start teaching Faisal how to read and perform the casting of spells. However this was all in theory and not in practice. At the end of that summer his Father had gone adventuring and had never returned. Last one who remained of the group brought his shield and sword back. He would not speak of what happened and disappeared.
His stomach growled suddenly breaking his concentration. He was hungry and broke as well. The sun had started its decent and the cowled wizards had left some time ago, leaving the area quiet and empty. Everybody had dispersed when the cowled wizards appeared and none would return until first light tomorrow.
There is very little time to find a job and there was yet more thinking to be done. But first he must talk to the old cleric Ribald about the pendant and the symbol, which had appeared, on his shield. As an after thought Faisal wonder, maybe he could get a bite to eat there as well.
Getting up from the steps outside and above the Copper Coronet, Faisal continued his way to the temple recalling the events from the earlier encounter with the beautiful woman who had sold him the two items. Arriving at the temple Faisal asked to see Ribald and was led straight to the old cleric’s private study where he was immersed in a huge tome.
Ribald looked up from his work to see who had entered and smiled when he recognized the young lad.
“Faisal welcome, but I am afraid I have not had the time to search for an answer to your problem,” answered the old cleric truthfully.
“Well that isn’t as important now,” replied Faisal, “ I have even more to tell you know and it is even weirder.”
Ribald with a quizzical look on his face got up form his desk and moved towards to a set of chairs where he sat down and gestured to Faisal to do the same. Faisal sat down and recounted the events of the day with every detail he could remember. He tried not to leave a single thing out. After listening quietly through the events Ribald stood up and started to pace back and forth in deep thought. Then he asked Faisal to show him the shield. Faisal picked up the item at his feet and passed it to the old man.
Inspecting the new image on the shield Ribald noticed something and asked “ are you sure you don’t remember this engraving. I mean it is pretty big, covering most of the shield and it looks like it was engraved long ago.”
“No I am sure it is new and it was never there before,” replied Faisal matter-of-factly.
Ribald dismissed the answer and asked to see the medallion that was underneath Faisal’s shirt. As soon as Faisal took the item out, Ribald gasped and asked extremely forcefully, “Where did you get that?”
Faisal startled by the sudden force replied evenly “ I bought it remember?”
Ribald sat down muttering to himself, “You just can’t buy this, this is not possible, not possible at all…”
Faisal anxious to know what he old cleric was thinking and talking about asked “What do you mean not possible and why can’t I just buy it?”
The old man did not answer but instead extended his hand to see the amulet. Faisal without hesitation handed it over. Once in his hand the old cleric looked over it and started pacing up and down even faster.
After 10 long excruciating minutes for Faisal, Ribald stopped and performed a quick spell upon the amulet. Before Faisal could protest the spell was over and the amulet was glowing a slivery light. The old cleric’s face lit up and he raced over to the shield and performed the same spell again. The image also started to glow a silvery light.
Ribald turning to Faisal said “You have to become a cleric, you have no choice in this matter.”
Faisal shocked with the bizarre actions of the old cleric and finally the sudden statement, which was extremely forceful. Steeling his nerves he asked, “Why should I?”
Ribald confused by the reply, asked, “You have no idea what the symbol and amulet means do you?”
Faisal shook his head and Ribald started to laugh and said, “Before I tell you what is so important I need to know if you have ever cast a spell before or know how to cast one?”
Faisal was about to answer No, but then his thoughts drifted back to the memory he had recalled earlier in the day. “Well actually, yes” said Faisal and he told Ribald about the incident when he was 7.
“7? Are you sure 7? asked the cleric calmly.
“Yes because it was my 8th summer when I was taught the basics by my father and in the winter he left” replied Faisal sadly.
Ribald still looking at him asked “And you don’t see an significance in this do you?”
“Well No,” replied Faisal.
“Well let me explain, clerics get their power from the Gods the follow respectively. Their power to control spells comes their beliefs and the power their deities give them. So a cleric uses his deity’s power to cast spells correctly,” said Ribald.
“Well yes,” said Faisal rather dumbly.
“Boy you are thicker than an orc’s hide, how could have cast a spell at the age of 7 when you weren’t a trained cleric or given to a deity,” said Ribald.
Faisal silent for some time finally muttered, “So this memory of mine is not real?”
“Of course not, after seeing the amulet and the engraving in the shield, my dear lad you have had a deity already accept you and the fact that you could cast a spell at such a tender age only strengthens my belief.”
“But why for all you know I could be lying and these things part of some mage’s spell?” asked Faisal.
“No” replied Ribald, “as you saw for yourself that it radiates silver.”
Faisal confused and shocked said nothing. Ribald realized he was going to fast and decided to explain the issue in more detail to the lad. As he sat down next to Faisal he started to explain, “This image of a silver disk is that of Tymora, the Goddess of Luck and Adventure. She has chosen you to be one of her clerics. You see this amulet is very special as it is given clerics in her favor or who have done great deeds in her name. This is not something to be taken lightly or ignored for a trained cleric. However for you a lad who isn’t even a cleric and to be given it for no great dead as well as the fact that you do not worship her is astounding”.
“So…I met a goddess?” asked Faisal timidly digesting the information.
Laughing Ribald replied, “I don’t think so, the amulet was most likely given to you by one of her chosen.”
“Like Elminster is the chosen one of Mystra,” blurted out Faisal.
“Yes just like that,” commented Ribald.
At that moment the door opened and a young man stopped in to say dinner was ready. Ribald said they would be there in a moment and turned to Faisal. “Do you have a place to stay?”
“No, not really,” Replied Faisal.
“Well then it is settled, you will have dinner with us and stay as well”. Turning to the young lad Ribald said, “Prepare a room for Faisal he will be spending the night and may be more.”
Once the lad had left Ribald spoke to Faisal “Well will discuss this in the morning but wear this amulet at all times and don’t show it to any body, keep it hidden under your shirt.
Faisal did as he was told and picked up the amulet and followed Ribald out of the door. The rest of the night was a blur with Faisal remaining quiet and unresponsive. He did not remember how he came to his room or when he fell a sleep. But the next day he knew exactly what he needed to do.
Day 2
Early morning came and Faisal was already awake and ready. It had been his Father’s wish that he should be a cleric and he would be just that and fulfill his father’s wish. Dressing quickly Faisal decided to head out into the city to earn some money, for various reasons one being the fact that he felt he was leeching off the clerics at the temple, eating their food and sleeping in one of their beds.
Faisal left his room and went to Ribald’s study only to be told by a cleric that Ribald was resting and should not be disturbed. Faisal left a message with the cleric saying that he would be back at noon to talk to the old man.
Having done so, Faisal strolled out of the temple into a bright and sunny day in search of a job and money. Faisal searched the slums first as it was closest, looking for any line of work and any pay. However the people in the slums don’t have money for themselves how can they provide jobs. Faisal found out very quickly that asking for a job in this neck of the city was not a very pleasant experience.
Quickly changing his course, Faisal headed towards the city gates where there was a tavern, which might need extra help. However that proved to be nothing but a fruitless effort. The owner and bar keep had already to many workers and as Faisal entered he fired two young boys. Faisal tired to approach the man for a job but instead he was picked up and thrown out of a tavern.
Faisal dusted himself off and headed off towards Wakeen’s Promenade muttering and cursing all the way. Arriving at the promenade Faisal decided to see if the circus needed any workers or stable hands. Faisal entered the big tent and started asking around for a job. A young girl approached him and asked if he could handle animals well. Faisal thinking for a moment replied, “I could always learn.”
The lady beckoned Faisal to follow and walked out of the tent. The lady instructed Faisal that he would be cleaning out the cages of the animals as well taking care of them. He would be paid 10 coppers a day but only if he was accepted, as he had to pass a test.
Faisal extremely curious followed the lady who was walking towards a cage, which was covered by a cloth. Uncovering the cage Faisal was shocked to see a baby wyvern. He learnt his objective was to get the baby wyvern in to the smaller cage on his left.
Faisal asked “How am I supposed to get it into the cage? Grab it with its wings and push it in?”
The lady replied, “Anyway you want to, just remember, wyverns are very mean and aggressive when provoked.”
A thought suddenly occurred to Faisal “How long do I work and do I have to stay here?”
“Well” replied the lady “you have to spend day and night on call for the animals and yes you have to stay here as we would need you all the time.”
Faisal sighed with relief and replied, “I am sorry but I can’t take the job, I have some lessons which are mandatory to attend and I have to have at least half the day for that.” Privately Faisal thought to himself and I don’t want to deal with a wyvern even if it is a baby.
Exchanging normal pleasantries, Faisal left the circus and headed over to the Adventures mart to see if they need any help. But the owner Ribald kindly refused and went back to minding the store.
Faisal then decided to try his luck at a small tavern above the circus but was again thrown out but this time because he was a smelly brigand. Faisal landed on the steps in front of tavern and stayed there for some time collecting his thoughts. So far he had been thrown out twice and asked to wrestle a wyvern. He wasn’t having a very lucky day.
Tired and bruised Faisal got up and looked at the sun. It was close to noon and he had to meet ribald soon and he had very little time left. Half running, half limping, Faisal raced over to the temple passing everyone and entering Ribald’s private study breathless.
Smiling at the state Faisal was in Ribald closed his tome and asked Faisal how his day had gone. Faisal crashed into the chair he had sat in yesterday and told Ribald the events of the day. Faisal finished the monologue by saying he would become a cleric, however he would have no idea where to start.
Ribald getting off his chair, examined Faisal’s leg and said “hmm…minor strain, a healer can fix it later. As for where to start your cleric training, you can do it right here with me as your instructor.”
Faisal contemplated the offer while rubbing his injured leg. After a few minutes of deep thought Faisal asked, “But aren’t you a cleric of Ilmater? How can you teach me when you believe I am to be a cleric of Tymora?
“Well in essence, replied Ribald, all clerics wield the same spells and learn the same way. The clerics only differ on whom they worship and due to this they may be allowed to use certain extra spells. In your case the spell is called Tymora’s Luck, which if I remember correctly makes the caster and those around him lucky and events occur which benefit them. However this is a very strong spell and takes a great deal of time to learn. S with the exception of this spell and some others, I could train you in the art of being a cleric.
“Great,” replied Faisal, “when do I start and what is the fee for such training?”
“The fee we will deal with later,” answered the old cleric “but you will stay the temple as a trainee.”
Faisal curious asked the old man “But why are you doing all this you hardly know me.”
“Ah there is were you are wrong. I know enough to know that you need my help and guidance. I know that you and your friends are responsible for the mess the coronet is in right now and I also know that the mage magus wants something of you. When a mage as powerful as magus is involved you know something is very wrong. And then there is of course the issue of Lady Luck and her wanting you as one of her clerics. As I am the only cleric you seem to know and you keep coming back to me with your problems it seems like it is part of my destiny to help you out.”
With that the old cleric sank into his chair and said; “Now I have same important work to do so you have the rest of the day off.”
Faisal deep in thought on what the old cleric had just said walked out silently and started towards his favorite thinking spot, the steps near the copper coronet. When he arrived to the steps he was surprised to see people running in and out of the coronet like ants. The roof was being rebuilt and it looked like they needed some help.
“Well,” thought Faisal “if lady luck is indeed with me lets see if I can get a job here.”
Faisal proceeded down the steps and entered the coronet to a swarm of people fixing chairs, tables, sweeping the floor and fixing the walls. Faisal went up to the barkeep and asked, “Can I get any work here?”
The barkeep replied, “We got more than we can handle,” looking up he added “ and certainly not for one of the people who caused the problems in the first place.”
Faisal uneasy that the barkeep recognized him, turned around only to walk straight into a human wall.
“I am Hendak and the Copper Coronet is mine and when you damage her you answer to me. Follow me NOW! Growled the man.
Great my 3rd day and I am already half way in the grave thought Faisal. But with out any other options, Faisal followed Hendak to a small room with just a desk and 2 chairs.
“Now,” said Hendak “Tell me everything that happened the night of the fight and I mean everything.”
Faisal told the tale of fight making sure to leave out the identities of his friends and what happened later. He described the battle as it had occurred and added nothing more.
Hendak then asked, “Why did you come back to the coronet?”
Faisal replied, “For a job.”
The big man smiling questioned, “You are one of those who damaged the coronet and yet you come here for a job why?”
Faisal remained silent and so Hendak continued. Well we are short staffed as 3 serving wenches left too scared about night before to work here again. Plus it is about time I had someone to help Bernard out. You are hired.”
Faisal too shocked to say a thing let his hanging mouth and bulging wide eyes convey his sentiments.
Ignoring the astonished look on the lad’s face, Hendak asked, “where are you staying?”
Faisal composed himself and answered, “I am staying at the temple above the coronet I am training there.”
“Well, Well a would be cleric and a fighter. This is a day full of surprises; you will be working from 5 till midnight. You will be paid 20 coppers a nigh and you better be on time,” said Hendak.
Faisal’s mind was suddenly a blaze with ideas. If I take this job I would be able to earn money and learn to be a cleric at the same time. However what is more important would be that I would be able to get information on what is happening in the town and could keep an eye out for news on the black helm and the other organizations in the city of coin. This would also provide information on Xandax and Thryn.
Faisal got up from his seat and said “you have a deal when do I start?”
Hendak replied quickly “Tomorrow when the coronet opens again, now go find Bernard and ask him to show you the ropes.”
Faisal thanking his goddess, who he now believed might be favoring him after all, left the room in search of Bernard. He found the barkeep rummaging through the bar looking for a specific drink. Explaining to the barkeep that he was starting work at the coronet was everything frustrating, as it seemed that Bernard was not paying any attention to him at all. However as soon as he found his drink, Bernard took a quick shot and walked off in the direction of the kitchen explaining the basics Faisal needed to know.
Faisal was given details on the drinks to be served to which customers, what goes where, which type of customers need to pay first and which were to be given special treatment. By the time Bernard was finished, Faisal was mentally taxed with all the information.
Faisal left the coronet and ran to Ribald to tell him the good news. Ribald listened patiently and finally said smiling, “I am pleased that you have found a job and especially that it is so close to the temple. You want my permission to work there right?
Faisal nodded quickly and sent a silent prayer to Tymora.
“Well you do,” answered the old cleric to the delight of the young lad, “However you will study to be a cleric straight after breakfast and leave at the appointed time.” Faisal elated thanked the old cleric a thousand times.
“I have a lot of work to do Faisal, go have some dinner with the clerics and then meet me here right after breakfast,” said the cleric, and with that turned back to his work.
Faisal suddenly realized that he had nothing to eat since morning, went straight to dinner leaving Ribald to his work. Faisal through out dinner was active and extremely happy and spent most of the time with the younger clerics talking about the basics of becoming one. Faisal went to bed late restless, wanting the sun to dawn as quickly as possible.
Day 3.
Faisal got up early excited about the prospects of learning something that would change his life. He was also the first one at breakfast and waited impatiently for everybody to show up so that food could be served. He rushed through his breakfast and quickly rushed to Ribald’s private study, where the old cleric was sitting and waiting, with a great deal of books open in front of him.
“Ah you are excited, and wide awake as well, said Ribald “Good we will start of with the basics of clerical spells and how we cast our spells. However before we do so, I think it would be best if you some of the history behind the Deities and in particular about your Goddess Tymora.”
Faisal made himself comfortable in the chair while Ribald sat across from him and started to explain the history of many of the Gods and their various functions within the world. He started with Ao and the first Gods he created, he told the tales of betrayal and destruction of various gods, which led to the establishment of many more gods like Tymora. Ribald explained the various ranks of the Gods ranging from lesser powers to the greater ones. Ribald explained the Time of Troubles to Faisal from the point of view of the clerics and how it had been a time of great joy as they belief in their Gods had been fulfilled and yet at the same time of great destruction as many Gods were destroyed.
“Now that you know the basic history of all the Gods, it is time for a much more in depth approach to learn what the Lady of Luck Tymora embodies,” said Ribald. Tymora an intermediate power is mainly known as the Goddess of Luck however she is also the Goddess of skill, victory, adventurers, and adventuring. Her symbol you know is that of a featureless silver disk. Lathander, Selūne and Shaundakul are her allies, while Beshaba and Bane are her enemies. If you come across clerics who worship these two evil deities it is a must you take a stance in stopping what ever they are planning on doing. Tymora has no higher deity to which she must answer.
Now comes the issue of you carrying a sword as your main weapon. I do believe it is ok for you use it as Tymora’s Paladins are allowed to use sharp weapons. From what I have seen you are only trained in using the sword right?
Faisal nods his head in confirmation and Ribald continues, “So it won’t really be a problem also as Tymora must have known that you can only use a sword so even then she chose you, I do think it is ok. Now I think it is time for you to start with some basic spell components.”
Ribald went on to explain the intricateness in the connection between a deity and the cleric. He explained the channeling of the power, and how spells should be formed in the mind as well as how the chanting and hand gestures helped shape the spell. The most important element of any clerics power and ability to control his or her spells was the strength of the clerics faith in the Deity he or she worships. Waiting for Faisal to digest all this information and think of any question, Ribald sat in silence for a moment. Then he got up and grabbed a parchment and brought it to Faisal.
“This is a simple spell, written in the common tongue which I do believe you understand and can read,” asked Ribald.
Faisal nodded and then Ribald said “Well then read the spell and cast it, it is a simple Amour of Faith spell.”
Faisal a little hesitant of casting, tried to steer the direction of the lessons to memorizing the spells and discussing the components on how to make a spell. Ribald a little confused said, “You don’t believe you are blessed by Lady Luck?”
Faisal sheepishly shook is head and said, “I am not sure and if I am not sure I don’t want to cast a spell, it may go wrong and hurt someone.”
“Fine, said Ribald, you will practice memorizing spells, here is a spell book, try to memorize as many spells as possible. You will not leave until you have memorized as many as possible.”
Faisal sat down at the table opened the book and started memorizing spells, which he thought were useful. Ribald had explained how memorizing spells was difficult, but he never told Faisal how much strain it put on him and how his head was swimming from all the concentration. After what seemed an eternity Faisal was able to memorize the spell Amour of Faith. From there he moved on to memorize the spell Bless, which was just as difficult to memorize but seemed to take less time.
Faisal had been concentrating for a great deal of time when Ribald tapped him on the shoulder and said “It is nearly time for you go to work at the Coronet, here is something to eat. So how many have you memorized?”
“Well so far I have memorized Amour of Faith, Bless, Remove Fear, Chant, and I just finished memorizing slow poison,” said Faisal.
Ribald nodded approvingly, “Not bad for your first time, 5 spells memorized from noon to 5. But you need to practice more and your ability to memorize will increase over time. Now get a new shirt as you are drenched in sweat and get to the coronet.”
Faisal noticed that his wet shirt clung to his body and his pants were also heavy with sweat. Quickly closing the book, Faisal ran to his room and changed quickly into a new pair of clothes. Faisal placed his magical boots on once again, checked for the amulet underneath his shirt, grabbed his shield and sword and was out the door. He passed through the temple like the wind and raced down the steps and into the copper coronet. He was just on time.
Bernard signaled for Faisal to come closer and whispered, “In the back over near the cabinet, the small room with the curtain closed, is a group that is not to be disturbed. You will only go and ask if they need any thing to drink and then you will move away. You will keep an eye out so that none of these drunken fools comes near them.
If one does, you should move them away as quickly as possible.” With that said, Bernard gives Faisal a tray and a clothe and pushed him off in the direction of the table. Faisal quickly moves towards the room zigzagging through the crowd.
Getting close to the small room, there seemed to something wrong behind the curtain, but Faisal discretely drew the curtain apart and stepped into the room, only to be jumped from the back by some one.
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OOC There I have also joined the party.
Took along time to type all this up nearly 11 pages.
My net problem. I use a mac, but nobody else i know does.
None of the cafes in Swiss have macs.
So when i had the net problem i couldn't get my stuff of my comp on the net. If i had it on a disk, the Windows ones wouldn't accept it.
So i can't use them.
So there was no way to post it.
Also the character has been give some cliche type destiny thing as my character isn't a great fighter or anything else.
He is 19 and needs some help, a Goddess's help will work out well.
Hope everything i have done is ok, if anything needs to be changed tell me and i will edit it.
For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun? - Khalil Gibran
"We shall fight on the beaches. We shall fight on the landing grounds. We shall fight in the fields, and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills. We shall never surrender!" - Winston Churchill
"We shall fight on the beaches. We shall fight on the landing grounds. We shall fight in the fields, and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills. We shall never surrender!" - Winston Churchill
@all- In light of all that's happened in the US and the fact that I work in the travel industry, it will probably be a few days until I can post. I'll be rather busy. Sorry! See you all soon.
See you all soon.Matti Il-Amin, Paladin, comedian, and expert adventurer. Proudly bearing the colors of the [url="http://www.svelmoe.dk/blade/index.htm"]Blades of the Banshee[/url]
@Rail: Take as long as you need Rail.
@Fas: Good to have you back!
*****
Just then the curtain to the booth opened, and in stumbled Rail, the leather greaves of his right leg soaked in blood. The rest of him looked even worse. All over his skin was cracked and oozing as if from some horrid disease, though Magus immediately recognized the signature signs of a brush with a Horrid Wilting. Rail barely managed to make it to a seat before collapsing.
“Go fetch a healer. NOW,” Magus added, after sensing Virdel’s initial reluctance. A dangerous glint shined in his eyes, and Virdel hurried away, deciding that he rather liked his appendages to stay attached where they were.
Virdel didn't wait around for Magus to keep talking. He was aready up, and on his way out of the room to get help from Bernard. Even though the Drow wasn't panicked in the least, he did feel the need for urgency, and didn't dally in finding the Copper Coronet's Bartender. Bernard wasn't an easy man to miss, and Virdel didn't find it difficult to find the rotund man standing by the bar, barking orders to two of the serving wenches of the place. Virdel made sure his hood was pulled tightly, making sure his features, and ebony skin was covered, and he approached the man.
"We are in need of a healer" Virdel tapped Bernard on the shoulder lightly, as not to startle him, but enough to gain his attention. "A man who has just come in to join my associates and myself was wounded recently, and we need something to help him. Any healing salves, and assistence would be greatly appreciated." Virdel's eyes shawn through the shorud of his hood, and bore into Bernard, unnerving the man slightly.
"Aw'right, den." the rotund man said. I can give ye' this potion of healing. Not de' best, but it should do." He reached behind the counter, and exposed a small cyrtilline flask filled with a murky blue liquid. He placed in on the counter, and looked to Virdel. "Dat'll be two-hundred pieces o' copper." Bernard waited for Virdel to, reluctently, reach into his pouch, and scrounge of the hefty price. Obviously, Virdel needed to work on some of his people skills, as this was an expensive way to live. Bernard watched as the Virdel placed a few gold coins, mixed with some copper pieces on the the counter, just barely enough to pay for the liquid. He scooped the money up, and quickly pocketed it. "As fer yer healer, I just hired a new kid. He says he's training with the Clerics of Ilmater on da' roof. I'll send him by."
Virdel nodded, and took the healing solution from the counter. He turned around, and made his way back to the room in which the others awaited him, and the potion. Virdel walked through the curtain, and into the room, tossing the potion over to Xandax, who deftly caught it, and opened the stopper in one quick motion. Xandax, having experianced wounds before,( Sorry Xan, I couldn't help it) applied the liquid onto Rail's wound, which began to look a little better, after receiving the digested healing, and the salve.
"A healer is on his way, according to Bernard. He should be hear any moment. Virdel went to stand next to the entrance, making sure that they wouldn't be disturbed. Xandax and Thyrnn tended to Rail, while Virdel watched. He may've been a superb warrior, and excellant survivior, but rarly did he have to rey on field bandages, and healing salves. Being Drow, he was to full of pride to accept easy solutions as such.
As he stood next the curtain, his thoughts were interupted by a slight rustling as someone came through them. In the blink of an eye, Virdel was up, and behind the person, holding the man's arm so it bent like the wing of some small bird wing, and the other hand held a dagger close to the man's throat. Virdel looked to Xandax, and Thyrnn, and saw both had looks of surprise. Virdel casually looked to the man's face, and recognized that of the Calim****e, Faisal. He loosened his lock, and let Faisal go, and waited patiently to find out what was going on.
*****
@All: Does that work for everyone? I felt it was a good way to get Fas back in the story after his post.
@Fas: Good to have you back!
*****
Just then the curtain to the booth opened, and in stumbled Rail, the leather greaves of his right leg soaked in blood. The rest of him looked even worse. All over his skin was cracked and oozing as if from some horrid disease, though Magus immediately recognized the signature signs of a brush with a Horrid Wilting. Rail barely managed to make it to a seat before collapsing.
“Go fetch a healer. NOW,” Magus added, after sensing Virdel’s initial reluctance. A dangerous glint shined in his eyes, and Virdel hurried away, deciding that he rather liked his appendages to stay attached where they were.
Virdel didn't wait around for Magus to keep talking. He was aready up, and on his way out of the room to get help from Bernard. Even though the Drow wasn't panicked in the least, he did feel the need for urgency, and didn't dally in finding the Copper Coronet's Bartender. Bernard wasn't an easy man to miss, and Virdel didn't find it difficult to find the rotund man standing by the bar, barking orders to two of the serving wenches of the place. Virdel made sure his hood was pulled tightly, making sure his features, and ebony skin was covered, and he approached the man.
"We are in need of a healer" Virdel tapped Bernard on the shoulder lightly, as not to startle him, but enough to gain his attention. "A man who has just come in to join my associates and myself was wounded recently, and we need something to help him. Any healing salves, and assistence would be greatly appreciated." Virdel's eyes shawn through the shorud of his hood, and bore into Bernard, unnerving the man slightly.
"Aw'right, den." the rotund man said. I can give ye' this potion of healing. Not de' best, but it should do." He reached behind the counter, and exposed a small cyrtilline flask filled with a murky blue liquid. He placed in on the counter, and looked to Virdel. "Dat'll be two-hundred pieces o' copper." Bernard waited for Virdel to, reluctently, reach into his pouch, and scrounge of the hefty price. Obviously, Virdel needed to work on some of his people skills, as this was an expensive way to live. Bernard watched as the Virdel placed a few gold coins, mixed with some copper pieces on the the counter, just barely enough to pay for the liquid. He scooped the money up, and quickly pocketed it. "As fer yer healer, I just hired a new kid. He says he's training with the Clerics of Ilmater on da' roof. I'll send him by."
Virdel nodded, and took the healing solution from the counter. He turned around, and made his way back to the room in which the others awaited him, and the potion. Virdel walked through the curtain, and into the room, tossing the potion over to Xandax, who deftly caught it, and opened the stopper in one quick motion. Xandax, having experianced wounds before,(
Sorry Xan, I couldn't help it) applied the liquid onto Rail's wound, which began to look a little better, after receiving the digested healing, and the salve."A healer is on his way, according to Bernard. He should be hear any moment. Virdel went to stand next to the entrance, making sure that they wouldn't be disturbed. Xandax and Thyrnn tended to Rail, while Virdel watched. He may've been a superb warrior, and excellant survivior, but rarly did he have to rey on field bandages, and healing salves. Being Drow, he was to full of pride to accept easy solutions as such.
As he stood next the curtain, his thoughts were interupted by a slight rustling as someone came through them. In the blink of an eye, Virdel was up, and behind the person, holding the man's arm so it bent like the wing of some small bird wing, and the other hand held a dagger close to the man's throat. Virdel looked to Xandax, and Thyrnn, and saw both had looks of surprise. Virdel casually looked to the man's face, and recognized that of the Calim****e, Faisal. He loosened his lock, and let Faisal go, and waited patiently to find out what was going on.
*****
@All: Does that work for everyone? I felt it was a good way to get Fas back in the story after his post.
@Aegis: Nice work
@Fas: Wow, that definitely must be the all-time Gamebanshee record for size of a single post!
It’s good to have you back
@Xandax+Rail: No prob.
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As he stood next the curtain, his thoughts were interupted by a slight rustling as someone came through them. In the blink of an eye, Virdel was up, and behind the person, holding the man's arm so it bent like the wing of some small bird wing, and the other hand held a dagger close to the man's throat. Virdel looked to Xandax, and Thyrnn, and saw both had looks of surprise. Virdel casually looked to the man's face, and recognized that of the Calim****e, Faisal. He loosened his lock, and let Faisal go, and waited patiently to find out what was going on.
-Don’t tell me you’re the healer- whispered an alien voice in Faisal’s head; the voice of Void.
“Well, I’m kind of still in training,” he responded sheepishly.
-Splendid-
“But maybe I can help.” Faisal walked over and placed a hand on Rail’s chest. His condition worsened before his very eyes. The color returned to his skin by the potion quickly faded away, and new rips began rending his flesh anew. His eyes rolled back in their sockets.
“Do something!” Xandax barked, pain and frustration seeking an outlet.
Doubt winding his stomach into knots, Faisal’s training deserted him completely. His mind instinctively grasped out like a drowning child, struggling to cling to something, anything. Finding a warmth radiating from amidst the dark emptiness, he groped desperately for it. It enveloped him, soothing his soul, lending him its power.
His hands glowed with a green light that flowed into Rail’s wasted form. His skin’s crackling ceased as the light flowed over it, and his eyes returned to their natural position, staring straight ahead, unmoving.
Faisal collapsed to the ground, a greater fatigue than he had ever known weighing down upon him and preventing him from rising.
“He’s dead,” Xandax thought, checking for a lack of pulse to confirm it. Astonishingly, it was there, weak and sluggish, but definitely there.
But so was the disease. Though his condition worsened no further, Rail’s skin began oozing a terrible black bile, not dissimilar to demon’s blood. Horrified, Xandax mopped it up as fast as he could, and his rag soon became black with the vile stuff.
Magus appeared, Aerie at his side. They exchanged a few words, and Aerie hurried over to where Rail lay, sprawled across the seat.
“It seems the illness has been slowed, which is fortunate. Otherwise I don’t think he’d still be alive,” she observed, carefully assessing his condition.
She paused for a moment. “Yes, I think we can cure him. But I’ll need your help to get past the barrier of malignant magical energy emanating from him,” she speaks, glancing at Magus.
He nods, and placing a hand on his friend’s shoulder began chanting in the spidery words of magic. Xandax backed off to let them work. Rail’s body shimmered as Magus wrestled the energy encasing Rail. Then Aerie laid her hand over his heart, closing her eyes in concentration, the chant beseeching her Goddess beautiful and almost musical in quality. White power coursed through her and directly into Rail, filling the room with blinding light, and suddenly an inhuman screech rung throughout the room.
A flash of crimson, and a gibbering demon out of a nightmare appeared before them, like nothing any of them had ever seen, enraged by the eviction from its host.
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@Rail: BTW, you’re unconscious from the eyes rolling-back-part on, of course.
@Faisal: Alright with you?
@all: Just so you guys know, Magus and Aerie won’t be able to react right away.
@Fas: Wow, that definitely must be the all-time Gamebanshee record for size of a single post!
It’s good to have you back
@Xandax+Rail: No prob.
* * * * *
As he stood next the curtain, his thoughts were interupted by a slight rustling as someone came through them. In the blink of an eye, Virdel was up, and behind the person, holding the man's arm so it bent like the wing of some small bird wing, and the other hand held a dagger close to the man's throat. Virdel looked to Xandax, and Thyrnn, and saw both had looks of surprise. Virdel casually looked to the man's face, and recognized that of the Calim****e, Faisal. He loosened his lock, and let Faisal go, and waited patiently to find out what was going on.
-Don’t tell me you’re the healer- whispered an alien voice in Faisal’s head; the voice of Void.
“Well, I’m kind of still in training,” he responded sheepishly.
-Splendid-
“But maybe I can help.” Faisal walked over and placed a hand on Rail’s chest. His condition worsened before his very eyes. The color returned to his skin by the potion quickly faded away, and new rips began rending his flesh anew. His eyes rolled back in their sockets.
“Do something!” Xandax barked, pain and frustration seeking an outlet.
Doubt winding his stomach into knots, Faisal’s training deserted him completely. His mind instinctively grasped out like a drowning child, struggling to cling to something, anything. Finding a warmth radiating from amidst the dark emptiness, he groped desperately for it. It enveloped him, soothing his soul, lending him its power.
His hands glowed with a green light that flowed into Rail’s wasted form. His skin’s crackling ceased as the light flowed over it, and his eyes returned to their natural position, staring straight ahead, unmoving.
Faisal collapsed to the ground, a greater fatigue than he had ever known weighing down upon him and preventing him from rising.
“He’s dead,” Xandax thought, checking for a lack of pulse to confirm it. Astonishingly, it was there, weak and sluggish, but definitely there.
But so was the disease. Though his condition worsened no further, Rail’s skin began oozing a terrible black bile, not dissimilar to demon’s blood. Horrified, Xandax mopped it up as fast as he could, and his rag soon became black with the vile stuff.
Magus appeared, Aerie at his side. They exchanged a few words, and Aerie hurried over to where Rail lay, sprawled across the seat.
“It seems the illness has been slowed, which is fortunate. Otherwise I don’t think he’d still be alive,” she observed, carefully assessing his condition.
She paused for a moment. “Yes, I think we can cure him. But I’ll need your help to get past the barrier of malignant magical energy emanating from him,” she speaks, glancing at Magus.
He nods, and placing a hand on his friend’s shoulder began chanting in the spidery words of magic. Xandax backed off to let them work. Rail’s body shimmered as Magus wrestled the energy encasing Rail. Then Aerie laid her hand over his heart, closing her eyes in concentration, the chant beseeching her Goddess beautiful and almost musical in quality. White power coursed through her and directly into Rail, filling the room with blinding light, and suddenly an inhuman screech rung throughout the room.
A flash of crimson, and a gibbering demon out of a nightmare appeared before them, like nothing any of them had ever seen, enraged by the eviction from its host.
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@Rail: BTW, you’re unconscious from the eyes rolling-back-part on, of course.
@Faisal: Alright with you?
@all: Just so you guys know, Magus and Aerie won’t be able to react right away.
Lost Souls: A bereft lover. A masterless familiar. Friends gone their separate ways. Time marches on, and destiny heralds the meeting of comrades old and new. Can they find what they're seeking? Or will the search bring them only more pain?
Xandax stood and watched as Magus and this new elflike companion he had brought worked their combined magic.
Xandax noticed Faisal still exhausted, he moved slowly over to him. Instinctly Xandax placed his hand on the hilt of his sword – reassuring himself. It was warm – very warm almost burning. Xandax stopped in his track, looked at his amulet – it glowed with a familiar eerie glow.
“Not now” Xandax thought while he looked at the body of Rail , at Magus and this new elflike woman. Xandax jumped over to the stool where he had placed his shield, as a bright red light filled the room.
Suddenly a demon appeared, Xandax strapped on his shield, put on his helmet and took out his sword. “Ferox” – the engraved name glowed bright.
“We need to distract it from Magus and the others” Xandax called out to Virdel, who already had reacted and was wielding his scimitars.
Xandax started his little ritual of canalizing his mental powers, enrage, and looked at the demon.
“To the death, mine or yours” he thought – as he swayed his sword in a characteristic movement, – and then moved slowly forward with his shield in front of him, and holding the sword in high position.
{OOC: had a little time this morning - BTW any Access experts in here }
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Xandax noticed Faisal still exhausted, he moved slowly over to him. Instinctly Xandax placed his hand on the hilt of his sword – reassuring himself. It was warm – very warm almost burning. Xandax stopped in his track, looked at his amulet – it glowed with a familiar eerie glow.
“Not now” Xandax thought while he looked at the body of Rail , at Magus and this new elflike woman. Xandax jumped over to the stool where he had placed his shield, as a bright red light filled the room.
Suddenly a demon appeared, Xandax strapped on his shield, put on his helmet and took out his sword. “Ferox” – the engraved name glowed bright.
“We need to distract it from Magus and the others” Xandax called out to Virdel, who already had reacted and was wielding his scimitars.
Xandax started his little ritual of canalizing his mental powers, enrage, and looked at the demon.
“To the death, mine or yours” he thought – as he swayed his sword in a characteristic movement, – and then moved slowly forward with his shield in front of him, and holding the sword in high position.
{OOC: had a little time this morning - BTW any Access experts in here
}[ 09-13-2001: Message edited by: Xandax ]
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OOC - Perfect Magus.
Faisal needed a quick reason to believe in his goddess and this worked out perfectly.
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Some one grabbed Faisal's arm and held it bent like the wing of some small bird wing, and the other hand held a dagger close to the man's throat. Faisal shcoked at the sudden attack did nothing but looked straight foward and recognised Xandax and Thyrn. Someone loosened the lock, and let Faisal go, turn to his side Faisal saw the drow but kept the hateful thoughts from coming to his lips.
-Don’t tell me you’re the healer- whispered an alien voice in Faisal’s head; the voice of Void.
“Well, I’m kind of still in training,” he responded sheepishly.
-Splendid-
“But maybe I can help.” Faisal walked over and placed a hand on Rail’s chest. His condition worsened before his very eyes. The color returned to his skin by the potion quickly faded away, and new rips began rending his flesh anew. His eyes rolled back in their sockets.
"What can i do? The man will die if I don't do something and I will not allow that neither will my Goddess. Ironic that i speak of her even though i really don't believe in her." thought Faisal.
“Do something!” Xandax barked, pain and frustration seeking an outlet.
"That is true, thought Faisal "i must do something."
Faisal feel back into his mind how he had been taught and looked the spell he had memorized to slow the poison. Taking it firmly in his minds grasp, Faisal faltered thinking if he could cast the spell. But the man's life depended on it he thought. Steeling his will, Faisal continued with unlocking the spell, and started his chanting and shaping his spell.
But his concentration was broken by the sudden thought "I don't believe in a deity and if this goes wrong i could doom all of us to a fate worse than death." At that moment Faisal’s training deserted him completely. His mind instinctively grasped out like a drowning child, struggling to cling to something, anything. Finding a warmth radiating from amidst the dark emptiness, he groped desperately for it. It enveloped him, soothing his soul, lending him its power.
Faisal collapsed to the ground, a greater fatigue than he had ever known weighing down upon him and preventing him from rising.
Faisal said a silent prayer in thanks for his Goddess providing the aid needed at the time, and his faith in her now had was cast in concrete.
Smiling to himself, he was happy he could have helped and that his Goddess was with him.
But then a redish glow entered the room and Demon stepped through. Faisal moved in a real hurry to get out of the way of the Demon.
Faisal saw that Xandax and Thryn had stepped foward to take care of the demon while Magus and the elf-lady tended to the wounded man.
"This is not the time to be tired" thought Faisal and with Goddess's aid i will not falter again.
Taking the image of the chat spell, Faisal moved behind the 2 fighters, but still on the floor to weak and tired to get up. Faisal sat cross legged and started to shape the spell and had complete confidence that he could pull it off.
Faisal needed a quick reason to believe in his goddess and this worked out perfectly.
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Some one grabbed Faisal's arm and held it bent like the wing of some small bird wing, and the other hand held a dagger close to the man's throat. Faisal shcoked at the sudden attack did nothing but looked straight foward and recognised Xandax and Thyrn. Someone loosened the lock, and let Faisal go, turn to his side Faisal saw the drow but kept the hateful thoughts from coming to his lips.
-Don’t tell me you’re the healer- whispered an alien voice in Faisal’s head; the voice of Void.
“Well, I’m kind of still in training,” he responded sheepishly.
-Splendid-
“But maybe I can help.” Faisal walked over and placed a hand on Rail’s chest. His condition worsened before his very eyes. The color returned to his skin by the potion quickly faded away, and new rips began rending his flesh anew. His eyes rolled back in their sockets.
"What can i do? The man will die if I don't do something and I will not allow that neither will my Goddess. Ironic that i speak of her even though i really don't believe in her." thought Faisal.
“Do something!” Xandax barked, pain and frustration seeking an outlet.
"That is true, thought Faisal "i must do something."
Faisal feel back into his mind how he had been taught and looked the spell he had memorized to slow the poison. Taking it firmly in his minds grasp, Faisal faltered thinking if he could cast the spell. But the man's life depended on it he thought. Steeling his will, Faisal continued with unlocking the spell, and started his chanting and shaping his spell.
But his concentration was broken by the sudden thought "I don't believe in a deity and if this goes wrong i could doom all of us to a fate worse than death." At that moment Faisal’s training deserted him completely. His mind instinctively grasped out like a drowning child, struggling to cling to something, anything. Finding a warmth radiating from amidst the dark emptiness, he groped desperately for it. It enveloped him, soothing his soul, lending him its power.
Faisal collapsed to the ground, a greater fatigue than he had ever known weighing down upon him and preventing him from rising.
Faisal said a silent prayer in thanks for his Goddess providing the aid needed at the time, and his faith in her now had was cast in concrete.
Smiling to himself, he was happy he could have helped and that his Goddess was with him.
But then a redish glow entered the room and Demon stepped through. Faisal moved in a real hurry to get out of the way of the Demon.
Faisal saw that Xandax and Thryn had stepped foward to take care of the demon while Magus and the elf-lady tended to the wounded man.
"This is not the time to be tired" thought Faisal and with Goddess's aid i will not falter again.
Taking the image of the chat spell, Faisal moved behind the 2 fighters, but still on the floor to weak and tired to get up. Faisal sat cross legged and started to shape the spell and had complete confidence that he could pull it off.
For what is it to die but to stand naked in the wind and to melt into the sun? - Khalil Gibran
"We shall fight on the beaches. We shall fight on the landing grounds. We shall fight in the fields, and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills. We shall never surrender!" - Winston Churchill
"We shall fight on the beaches. We shall fight on the landing grounds. We shall fight in the fields, and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills. We shall never surrender!" - Winston Churchill