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<blockquote data-quote="97mg" data-source="post: 6736447" data-attributes="member: 6799460"><p><strong>Wrenwil</strong></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>After collecting the few possessions that he though useful, Wrenwil briskly made way back to Ordechai's small camp fire. It was a fair distance, but the old cleric needed to temporarily lure the knight away from the others. </p><p></p><p>Ordechai's advice hadn't fallen on all deaf ears, Wren respected it, and fully accepted that yes... they were in the deep end now, knee high in excrement of an aroma only these cursed lands could dish up. He'd promised the knight "freedom" and if he wished, the choice to lay his own path. It was a little unsettling for the aging cleric that he'd claimed a third name now... <span style="color: #b22222">~ Wrenwil... Nik... Lord. ~</span></p><p></p><p><span style="color: #000000">As they walked briskly, he quietly spoke, </span><span style="color: #0000FF">"The feathered friend that you fought so bravely to protect, brought with him... her... something I expect is of great importance."</span> </p><p></p><p>When they arrived at the fire, he gave Kryslogious a curious look, and asked for his help. <span style="color: #0000cd">"Would you mind standing at my back? Make sure I am not observed, this will only take a moment."</span></p><p></p><p>With fire to his face, and the shadow of the knight to his rear, the old cleric held the parchment to the flames, sucking each and every word into memory as best he could.</p><p></p><p><span style="color: #b22222">~ It gets worse. Of course it does... ~</span></p><p></p><p>Wrenwil wanted to spill the beans to his trusting sidearm, but he just couldn't, not now, and certainly not if his shining friend was going to be carrying rather gruesome and undeniable evidence around. </p><p></p><p>He paused a moment, the more the knight knew, the worse it would be if any of them were captured. If this knowledge was to lead to death... then Wrenwil saw no point in sharing his more than likely fate around. This was on the tired old healer's shoulders now, and his alone.</p><p></p><p><span style="color: #000000">Wrenwil whispered, </span><span style="color: #0000FF">"It is true, I have news. Masaeus is bleeding, Vulkyrie and some hideous winged beast, taking victims by the hundreds, nipping the bud of some rebellion or somesuch unrest. A prisoner has escaped, with help of the rebellion. Perhaps the time has come for a change. You, me, whoever will come with us, will head to Tabba. Alas, that is all can say, for now."</span></p><p></p><p>Then came the hard part. Jarahdrin was an unusual fellow, and one small detail had Wrenwil scratching at his head and stroking his chin. </p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>His tired fingers moved to remove the seal, delicately fingering the clay coin-sized trinket.</p><p></p><p>The flames of the campfire which gave birth to his dear friend's words, moved to take them back, as Wrenwil reluctantly dropped the parchment into the hungry licking flames.</p><p></p><p><span style="color: #0000ff">"Fire gives and heat doth take, Pentos' wish is now our fate,"</span> he muttered.</p><p></p><p> It felt terrible, a burden to have to render to ash his good friend's text, and even worse that the danger was clear. As the words became nothing more than drifting ash, Wrenwil moved to his pack, extracting his copy of "Once a Fine Maiden", and tucking Jarahdrin's seal safely between his two favorite pages. This was no time to dwell on gritty romantic fiction though, he dropped the book straight back in with the rest of his belongings. </p><p></p><p><span style="color: #0000ff">"Right. Lets drown that ugly bird of yours, bury the other with respect, and be on our way."</span></p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="97mg, post: 6736447, member: 6799460"] [b]Wrenwil[/b] After collecting the few possessions that he though useful, Wrenwil briskly made way back to Ordechai's small camp fire. It was a fair distance, but the old cleric needed to temporarily lure the knight away from the others. Ordechai's advice hadn't fallen on all deaf ears, Wren respected it, and fully accepted that yes... they were in the deep end now, knee high in excrement of an aroma only these cursed lands could dish up. He'd promised the knight "freedom" and if he wished, the choice to lay his own path. It was a little unsettling for the aging cleric that he'd claimed a third name now... [COLOR=#b22222]~ Wrenwil... Nik... Lord. ~[/COLOR] [COLOR=#000000]As they walked briskly, he quietly spoke, [/COLOR][COLOR=#0000FF]"The feathered friend that you fought so bravely to protect, brought with him... her... something I expect is of great importance."[/COLOR] When they arrived at the fire, he gave Kryslogious a curious look, and asked for his help. [COLOR=#0000cd]"Would you mind standing at my back? Make sure I am not observed, this will only take a moment."[/COLOR] With fire to his face, and the shadow of the knight to his rear, the old cleric held the parchment to the flames, sucking each and every word into memory as best he could. [COLOR=#b22222]~ It gets worse. Of course it does... ~[/COLOR] Wrenwil wanted to spill the beans to his trusting sidearm, but he just couldn't, not now, and certainly not if his shining friend was going to be carrying rather gruesome and undeniable evidence around. He paused a moment, the more the knight knew, the worse it would be if any of them were captured. If this knowledge was to lead to death... then Wrenwil saw no point in sharing his more than likely fate around. This was on the tired old healer's shoulders now, and his alone. [COLOR=#000000]Wrenwil whispered, [/COLOR][COLOR=#0000FF]"It is true, I have news. Masaeus is bleeding, Vulkyrie and some hideous winged beast, taking victims by the hundreds, nipping the bud of some rebellion or somesuch unrest. A prisoner has escaped, with help of the rebellion. Perhaps the time has come for a change. You, me, whoever will come with us, will head to Tabba. Alas, that is all can say, for now."[/COLOR] Then came the hard part. Jarahdrin was an unusual fellow, and one small detail had Wrenwil scratching at his head and stroking his chin. His tired fingers moved to remove the seal, delicately fingering the clay coin-sized trinket. The flames of the campfire which gave birth to his dear friend's words, moved to take them back, as Wrenwil reluctantly dropped the parchment into the hungry licking flames. [COLOR=#0000ff]"Fire gives and heat doth take, Pentos' wish is now our fate,"[/COLOR] he muttered. It felt terrible, a burden to have to render to ash his good friend's text, and even worse that the danger was clear. As the words became nothing more than drifting ash, Wrenwil moved to his pack, extracting his copy of "Once a Fine Maiden", and tucking Jarahdrin's seal safely between his two favorite pages. This was no time to dwell on gritty romantic fiction though, he dropped the book straight back in with the rest of his belongings. [COLOR=#0000ff]"Right. Lets drown that ugly bird of yours, bury the other with respect, and be on our way."[/COLOR] [/QUOTE]
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