Post by Yeti on Oct 19, 2013 21:10:26 GMT -5
Godwin
Hommlet Inn
10 minutes after Imzel takes Kobert upstairs
The door of the inn opens as two figures enter the establishment. The first is a portly middle aged man with a balding head of short dark hair with streaks of grey. He wears the traveling clothes of a merchant from Eversult. The second is an athletically built human girl barely in the beginning of womanhood. She stands about 6 feet tall with long blonde hair that goes down her back and shining blue eyes that holds a steady calm for those she would call friend and a fierceness just below the surface for those that would harm the weak. Her armor is a blue enamelled set of full plate with a greatsword sheathed on her back. A holy symbol hangs around her neck that anyone in Hommlet would recognized as belonging to Torm, the Loyal Fury.
"Praise be to Tymora! I doubt I would've made it by myself lass. I'm sure I'd be ogre stew if you hadn't come along for the ride, Lady Sir Amora."
The young paladin smiles. "Goodman Barnes, it is I that should thank you for the ride here. Walking all the way from Eversult in this armor would've been a daunting task."
"Be that as it may, I've seen you slay that brute with me own eyes and I still don't believe how you done it in one swing of your blade." They take a seat at a small table as a barmaid takes their order briefly before Amora continues.
"Validator," she motions to the hilt of the blade on her back, "and I have been together for many years now. My father, Randor, began training my twin brother, Elazul, and I from the day we could lift our blades. My brother's sword and mine are twin blades as well. Forging began when Mother became pregnant. Also the blades were completed on the day my brother and I were born. The blades were forged in a special way. There is a hollow channel that runs down the length of the blade that is partially filled with mercury. When swung correctly the flowing liquid metal adds strength to the swing."
"Tis a fine blade, lass. Allow me to pay for your drink to quench your thirst from the long dusty road."
"I suppose Torm would permit that, so long as I buy your drink and toast our successful journey."
"I'll drink to that." He says smiling brightly. "So are you staying at the temple or here in the inn lass?"
I'll stop by the temple after our meal for an evening prayer but I'll see if the inn has a room."
******
30 minutes later
Amora bids Barnes a good night after they finish their meal. Amora leaves the inn as a hulking woman descends the stairs with a man in tow as the room cheers. "Wonder what that is all about," she thinks to herself as she exits out in the moonlit night. The cool night air feels good as it finds it's way into her armor to cool her skin. Her hair blows back gently in the breeze. After a moment to enjoy the feeling, she heads towards the temple. Amora opens the door to the temple to find the alter currently unattended. Realizing the priests are most likely enjoying their dinner, Amora strolls up to the alter, draws her sword, and kneels placing the sword before her point down. Validator's normal bluish glow seems to gain just a hint more potency so close to an alter of Torm. Amora falls into a ritual prayer to the Loyal Fury.
Elazul - Amora's Twin Brother, with his sword Vindicator
Amora closes her eyes and places her forehead next to Validator's pummel. She then begins to speak a common pray to Torm.
"Salvation may be found through service. Every failure of duty diminishes Torm and every success adds to his luster. Strive to maintain law and order. Obey your masters with alert judgment and anticipation. Stand ever alert against corruption. Strike quickly and forcefully against rot in the hearts of mortals. Bring painful, quick death to traitors. Question unjust laws by suggesting improvement or alternatives, not additional laws. Your fourfold duties are to faith, family, masters, and all good beings of Faerûn."
Amora says to Terjon, "Templemaster. I would join you but I must conclude my business with my companion. After a quick meal to conclude that business and prayer at the alter, I would be happy to join you and your fellow Andurans (confirmed priests of a lower rank) if the offer still stands then." Terjon smiles at young ladies commitment to duty and nods his acceptance.
45 minutes after arriving in Hommlet
Amora returns to the inn hoping that the offer to join the local clergy for some evening conversation is still available.
Approaching the halfway point from the temple to the inn, Amora approaches the clerical entrourage enroute back to the temple after an evening meal at the inn and to catch up on the local gossip. Amora salutes the leader of the group. "Temple Master, my apologies for my tardiness in greeting you and your fellow priests. My duties to my companion and to the Loyal Fury took precedent."
Hommlet Inn
10 minutes after Imzel takes Kobert upstairs
The door of the inn opens as two figures enter the establishment. The first is a portly middle aged man with a balding head of short dark hair with streaks of grey. He wears the traveling clothes of a merchant from Eversult. The second is an athletically built human girl barely in the beginning of womanhood. She stands about 6 feet tall with long blonde hair that goes down her back and shining blue eyes that holds a steady calm for those she would call friend and a fierceness just below the surface for those that would harm the weak. Her armor is a blue enamelled set of full plate with a greatsword sheathed on her back. A holy symbol hangs around her neck that anyone in Hommlet would recognized as belonging to Torm, the Loyal Fury.
"Praise be to Tymora! I doubt I would've made it by myself lass. I'm sure I'd be ogre stew if you hadn't come along for the ride, Lady Sir Amora."
The young paladin smiles. "Goodman Barnes, it is I that should thank you for the ride here. Walking all the way from Eversult in this armor would've been a daunting task."
"Be that as it may, I've seen you slay that brute with me own eyes and I still don't believe how you done it in one swing of your blade." They take a seat at a small table as a barmaid takes their order briefly before Amora continues.
"Validator," she motions to the hilt of the blade on her back, "and I have been together for many years now. My father, Randor, began training my twin brother, Elazul, and I from the day we could lift our blades. My brother's sword and mine are twin blades as well. Forging began when Mother became pregnant. Also the blades were completed on the day my brother and I were born. The blades were forged in a special way. There is a hollow channel that runs down the length of the blade that is partially filled with mercury. When swung correctly the flowing liquid metal adds strength to the swing."
"Tis a fine blade, lass. Allow me to pay for your drink to quench your thirst from the long dusty road."
"I suppose Torm would permit that, so long as I buy your drink and toast our successful journey."
"I'll drink to that." He says smiling brightly. "So are you staying at the temple or here in the inn lass?"
I'll stop by the temple after our meal for an evening prayer but I'll see if the inn has a room."
******
30 minutes later
Amora bids Barnes a good night after they finish their meal. Amora leaves the inn as a hulking woman descends the stairs with a man in tow as the room cheers. "Wonder what that is all about," she thinks to herself as she exits out in the moonlit night. The cool night air feels good as it finds it's way into her armor to cool her skin. Her hair blows back gently in the breeze. After a moment to enjoy the feeling, she heads towards the temple. Amora opens the door to the temple to find the alter currently unattended. Realizing the priests are most likely enjoying their dinner, Amora strolls up to the alter, draws her sword, and kneels placing the sword before her point down. Validator's normal bluish glow seems to gain just a hint more potency so close to an alter of Torm. Amora falls into a ritual prayer to the Loyal Fury.
Elazul - Amora's Twin Brother, with his sword Vindicator
Amora closes her eyes and places her forehead next to Validator's pummel. She then begins to speak a common pray to Torm.
"Salvation may be found through service. Every failure of duty diminishes Torm and every success adds to his luster. Strive to maintain law and order. Obey your masters with alert judgment and anticipation. Stand ever alert against corruption. Strike quickly and forcefully against rot in the hearts of mortals. Bring painful, quick death to traitors. Question unjust laws by suggesting improvement or alternatives, not additional laws. Your fourfold duties are to faith, family, masters, and all good beings of Faerûn."
Yeti: Terjon (Local High Priest of Torm and obliviously dressed as such) would wave the girl over to his table.
Amora says to Terjon, "Templemaster. I would join you but I must conclude my business with my companion. After a quick meal to conclude that business and prayer at the alter, I would be happy to join you and your fellow Andurans (confirmed priests of a lower rank) if the offer still stands then." Terjon smiles at young ladies commitment to duty and nods his acceptance.
45 minutes after arriving in Hommlet
Amora returns to the inn hoping that the offer to join the local clergy for some evening conversation is still available.
Approaching the halfway point from the temple to the inn, Amora approaches the clerical entrourage enroute back to the temple after an evening meal at the inn and to catch up on the local gossip. Amora salutes the leader of the group. "Temple Master, my apologies for my tardiness in greeting you and your fellow priests. My duties to my companion and to the Loyal Fury took precedent."