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[thatkid]

At Gavin's Meeting...

Terryn rubbed at his temples, and shook his head clear. "Interesting. Oswald, you feeling faint?" he hissed, trying to remain unheard. The man beside him gave a short nod. "Interesting..."

The Hedge Knight frowned, as the mention of being unarmed was made. It was either that, or laugh. Did this fool really think anyone would exit the town without protection? With the recent raids? This man must have had some faith in his...abilities, to be sure.
Or he was in league with some of the bandits. Terryn had seen his fair share of "magic" tricks before, played up by street urchins wanderers alike. He had never seen anything quite like this, though. It was worth getting to the bottom too.

Terryn tapped Oswald on the shoulder, and then began to slip through the crowd. He had spotted William on the other side of the clearing, attempting to get the priest's attention. It would be best to remain unseen for the moment, he'd speak with the man in private, after the crowd had dispersed and the Lonemine Lord had had his fill.

-Terryn and some of his men surreptitiously follows Gavin/The Preacher back to whatever tavern he is staying in.

Sometime Later...

"Damn..." Terryn muttered. "Well, so much for that. New plan."

-Terryn seeks out a suitable abandoned dock-side warehouse. He has the regiment of thugs lay in waiting surrounding it. He then goes to meet with the Guard Captain, with the following story: First, Terryn apologizes for having left without finishing the job. Second, he explains that his men have been following the Captain only to ensure that he had not fallen in league with William. Finally, he explains that he wishes to help in breaking Polca free of the Lonemine Lord's grip, and that the Captain should come with him to discuss things privately. The captain may bring some trusted guards, if he feels safer that way. Then Terryn leads the Captain to the warehouse (wherein his own regiment is waiting). Once the Captain is inside, the Thug Regiment (if I still have them helping me out) will close in on the warehouse to aid the Thornbred in killing/capturing the Guard Captain. (This may all be rolled in one go, I guess)

[Draigh]

Ienden drops to his knees, breathing heavily for a moment...
"That did not feel like some divine blessing at all, it felt more like weathering a draining storm in the end. As if something has been sucked from me here." whispered Ienden just loud enough so the people nearest to him could hear it. The egocentrical prophet was already 'humbly' asking for gifts of gold.

Ienden slowly rose from the ground, with help of someone else. Then he looked around to the faces of those that did not participate. Only then did his attention go to those that fainted. Grabbing his backpack, he moves to those that seem in a bad condition and starts checking them. Those that just need an uplifter, get a sniff of some herbal concoction that wakes them up and calms them. Those that need more care, get that instead.

It is clear for most people that look, that Ienden knows what he is doing. He also points to a few bystanders to assist him with a casual but firm tone of voice that make clear that he simply expects them to cooperate as long as people are feeling unwell and need care.

[Skyrunner]

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[filiusenox]

At the Clearing((Magic Show))
"I'll gladly donate 1 primat, to your cause, Sir...And if I can suggest something? I would like that you kept the people from exiting the city for this, the bandits might harm your congregation or you...I could find a building for you to use or something or let you use a park."

Donate .1 ducats to preacher((Gavin)) from the treasury.


William's Study:
Most of the papers are tedious reports about various things, like treasury allotments for the new Polcan Guard or the Grain Farm that's being built outside of town.

A few have foreign writing on them, runes for lack of a better word.

A book bristling with paper bookmarks, catches Eurika's eye.
The Purge is it's title.
And underneath that are the words; The Vadud Line.


At the clearing:
Three men, wearing thick red coats and shining steel breastplates assist without being need to be told.
Someone taps Ienden on the shoulder rather hard. Once, twice, three times.
"Is everyone going to be okay?"


Laythe's Room:
"Huh...so i'm guessing you'll say no if I asked you in or out for a drink or two?"

[Skyrunner]

Eurika looks at the book. She carefully opens the cover and turns the pages to a bookmark.

[Taricus]

"Aside for the fact that I just don't like drinking alcohol anymore? No, I wouldn't go out for that reason. Anything else you wanted to talk about then or was that all?"

[filiusenox]

William's Study:

Spoiler: The Purge, Written by Kain (click to show/hide)

...No one knows from where the Vadud Blood Line gets the century long life span that is common in the Family.
No one also knows where it received the curse of The Purge from. Some say an angry spirit or a demon of some sort gave it to them to balance out the life span or to punish us for our sins.
Many, however, do not live very long, before the pain of The Purge, the slow march of time, or the inherent madness that consumes us all, makes them end their life, or get someone else to do the deed for them. I have had the horrid pleasure of living for one hundred years, at the time of writing...
The rest of the chapter is a description of one hundred years, writing from a first person view.
The first bookmark has a hastily scrawled note in William's handwriting.

Was our sickness caused by the Lizards? R. said the L. or Changer as it was called, was the third created by an Emper. Ask more Later.

Laythe's room:
William sighs.
"I have a feeling this marriage is going to be incredibly boring and end with one of us dead."

"No I have nothing else to talk about. Do you?

[Taricus]

"Well, if the only activities you can seemingly think of involve alcohol, I'm not surprised. But anyway, you have things to do, so I'll let you get on with whatever you had planned. See you later then William."

[filiusenox]

William's Office:
"It's not the only thing I can think of, it's just the only thing I can think of that wouldn't offend if I suggested."

"Goodbye Laythe."

William stood up and walked out the door, nodding to both guards as he did so.

[Skyrunner]

'Out of context... doesn't make sense at all.'

Eurika flipped to another page.

[filiusenox]

William's office

Spoiler: The Purge, written by Kain (click to show/hide)

The next chapter is a list of what looks to be historical figures of ages gone by. The most recent six that follow are bookmarked.
Lady Deyan Vadud: Lady of Burnthill, conquered the land of Burnthill in one night of blood and venom.
Lord Kain Vadud I: Lord of Burnthill, massacred entire populace of own land, in a fit of rage over a peasant girl not marrying him.
"Talon": High King of the Northlands. Bastard Son Of Kain Vadud I. Black Knight of Elberth.
Kain Vadud II: Myself. Servant of Eric and Founder Of Lonemine. Son of Talon and disciple of Samhain.
Vale the Red(Vadud): Furnace master, Blacksmith and Heir Apparent of Lonemine. Heir of Elberth? Deceased.
William Vadud: Child. Heir Apparent of Lonemine. Deceased/Missing.

He didn't list Tel. Or Felix. Bastard. Maybe no one remembers them besides me?

[filiusenox]

William arranges a meeting with the Old Lord. And purchases a high quality gem for .1d or .2d for Eurika to enchant. William also raises another PG regiment and sets them to guarding the walls as well.

[Skyrunner]

Still confused, Euri flips over to another bookmark.

[filiusenox]

William's Study:

Spoiler: The Purge, Written By Kain. (click to show/hide)

The next bookmark is by a drawing of a Blade which is colored a dark red.
The Red Blade, also known by the names of Strife, Ripper, The Blade of Burnthill, Render, Zerim and Lucy, is as old or older then the Vadud Line. My father, and my father's father  and many ancestors before him wielded this blade in the many struggles and battles they fought. It's history is steeped in the blood of many a innocent and many a sinner.
There is strange magic at work in it...Or maybe my age is catching up to me. For when I was a child, The Red Blade was a claymore, axe-like blade, which Talon used to rend his way through the frozen battlefields of the Northlands. But...for me it's a normal long sword. In many depictions it is different. It might have not always been a sword, maybe a hammer or bow.
I have never tested this further, for fear of being separated from it for longer then I would like...
Legends have it that the blade was quenched in bloody battle, and the blood of others is where it gets it's coloration.
What follows this is a listing of a few battles at which it was seen being wielded, and the estimated numbers of enemies and friendlies killed by it at each.

I'm surprised he gave Zerim to me...D. said he would have hung above the fireplace as a work of art, if K. gave it to him.

The door behind Eurika opens slowly and silently.

[Draigh]

At the clearing:
Three men, wearing thick red coats and shining steel breastplates assist without being need to be told.
Someone taps Ienden on the shoulder rather hard. Once, twice, three times.
"Is everyone going to be okay?"

Ienden works with one woman who looks rather pale, one of the last still lying on the ground. Without even looking over his shoulder, his attention firmly on the lady, he answers the person that tapped him on the shoulder.
"Most people will be okay, they just need rest and a good meal now. Not too sure about her though, she seems rather pale and drained. She might have had something prior to this incident, causing her to react more strongly to it. But I will do all I can to help her. Although it would probably be better for her if she could be transported to a good bed instead of the forest floor."
Some words are almost a mumbling as he rummages through his collection of medicine and tools looking for what he needs.

Only after he is done, does Ienden look up to see who he actually talked to. His ear quickly discerns the right voice amidst the people around him, soon to be followed by the owner's face.