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Post by SWAT on Dec 16, 2004 22:30:21 GMT -5
Cecil had just made his way to the town when the fighting had just begun. He noticed a strange looking man walking away cautiously towards the way him. He had no idea why he was walking and looking around like that or that there was fighting going on in the town and continued to walk closer.
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Post by Eldae on Dec 16, 2004 22:43:19 GMT -5
Eldae started, noticing the stranger standing in the streets. The fact that this man was neither running from or towards the fighting was cause for alarm. Stepping protectively in front of Amaera, he entered a state of partial trance, ready to strike with his mind at a moments notice. As though it were someone else, he heard his voice ask, "Who are you?"
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Post by SWAT on Dec 17, 2004 9:57:40 GMT -5
Cecil looked at the man before speaking "My name is Cecil, I am a wandering cleric. And who are you?" He asked in a polite manner.
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Post by Eldae on Dec 17, 2004 12:36:42 GMT -5
Eldae came out of his semi-trance. "A cleric..." he muttered, thinking hard. "Wandering..." His eyes snapped towards the newcomer. "Shaundakul?" he asked.
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Post by SWAT on Dec 17, 2004 12:45:04 GMT -5
"No, Lathander." Cecil paused for a moment "Do you need any help sir?"
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Post by Eldae on Dec 17, 2004 13:22:18 GMT -5
Eldae considered. It was very rare indeed that someone who wasn't a cleric would pretend to be one, or that a cleric would pretend to be one of a different faith, simply out of fear of divine punishment. He made up his mind that he could trust this person. "Yes we could use some help," he said, glancing at his broken arm, "But it would probably be better if we get out of the city first. There does happen to be a violent power stuggle happening right now, so..." he trailed off, looking over twards where the city was lit by flames.
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Post by SWAT on Dec 17, 2004 13:27:52 GMT -5
Cecil looked at the man's arm then the city. "Oh my...Ill go with you for now but I will have to come back here to help these people..." Cecil thought for a moment then remembered what he wanted to ask "What are your names?"
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Post by Eldae on Dec 17, 2004 13:34:27 GMT -5
Eldae hesitated. "My name... is Eldae. The lady is Amaera," he said, stepping slightly to the side. "And I wouldn't suggest returning to the city. By my best guess, those are Zhentarim taking the offensive, and they don't tend to be too friendly to clerics of Lathander."
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Post by SWAT on Dec 17, 2004 13:39:20 GMT -5
"I suppose your right Eldae...How did you break you arm if you don't mind me asking?" Cecil was already prepareing to help his broken arm.
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Post by Eldae on Dec 17, 2004 13:46:48 GMT -5
Eldae grinned sourly. "Would you beleive me if I told you about a possessed lunatic in some kind of outlandish armor and an exploding temple?" He winced slightly as Cecil undid the binding.
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Post by SWAT on Dec 17, 2004 13:50:24 GMT -5
"Yes, I would I've heard and seen stranger things friend. Now for you arm..." Cecil did what he had to do for Eldae arm and started walking again.
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Post by Eldae on Dec 17, 2004 13:59:29 GMT -5
As Cecil walked towards the fighting, Eldae called out, "I thought you said you were a cleric of Lathander, not Ilmater. If you insist on being a martyr so badly, perhaps you should consider a change of faith."
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Post by SWAT on Dec 17, 2004 14:01:11 GMT -5
"There is someone else near by that needs help...if you wish to leave them here you may...but I for one will not."
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Post by Kait on Dec 27, 2004 14:03:56 GMT -5
*Amaera was silent, thinking about what to do. Finally, she shook her head.* "Leave him, Eldae. We need to get out of here... I've had enough fighting for a while..." *In truth, it wasn't herself she was worried about. She'd fight if she had to. But she didn't want Eldae fighting so soon, considering the fact that he had been through a lot already... The sooner they got away from this place, the sooner he could be safe.*
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Post by Eldae on Dec 29, 2004 21:32:06 GMT -5
Eldae sighed softly to himself. He really hated to do this, but... he focused his mind on becoming a close friend of Cecil's, and, for some reason, there was a secondary olfactory manifestation as well. He smelled, for some reason, freshly baked cookies, and allowed himself a slight smile, knowing he had actually tried to charm Cecil. Whether or not Cecil would resist the compulsion... "Are you sure you won't come with us to where it is safe? You can''t help people if you are dead." Eldae said, hoping Cecil would see Eldae as a good friend and agree.
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