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Post by Master Chunko Char on Nov 21, 2012 20:57:44 GMT -5
Chunko enters the establishment followed by a large beast of a man. He nods and greets people with smiles as he passes them making his way to the middle of the tavern. Chunko looks around and nods towards the beast. The great man lets out a bellow that could be heard from the sea commanding total silence in the place of noise.
"Thank you, Mister Smylee. Now, it has come to my recent attention that my book has been stolen. The Divines suggest forgiveness and mercy for the path of the White Light, so I will do you no harm if you confess before me and return what is rightfully mine." Chunko calmly waits for a period, scanning for any volunteers. When none step up, he shakes his head. It is obvious he is growing impatient.
"My friend, Mister Smylee, on the other hand, does not understand the words of the Good Book. Therefore, he does not follow the path of the White Light," he says with a louder and more hateful tone. "He has no need to understand mercy or forgiveness. If anyone has knowledge of the whereabouts of my book, speak now." Chunko again awaits an answer from the silent tavern.
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Post by Viscount FitzChivalry Farseer on Nov 25, 2012 6:15:13 GMT -5
Distracted from his book work by a loud shout of some kind, Fitz stands makes his way downstairs towards the common room of the Inn. Too much time had he spent lately getting the affairs of the tavern in order, but it must be done lest the Sword and Sphere continue to be run in the way it had while Fitz was at Kingdom Court. His time as Regent and the difficulties he had experienced on the journey home had left the former in keep to his own devices, devices that lines his pockets and had continually sacrificed the integrity of the tavern.
These things were put out of Fitz's mind he made it to the doorway of the common room and beheld Master Chunko with a most dangerous look about him. The Healer was accompanied by what could only be described as a creature, nearly seven feet of brutish peasant with a grim countenance.
"Bessie! Get these gents some ale and a plate from the kitchen, on the house." Fitz told to the young lady at work around the tables.
"Brother, calm yourself and please explain to me what this is about..."
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Post by Barmaid Bessie on Nov 25, 2012 6:19:08 GMT -5
Bessie ran off to get the things Master Farseer had requested. As she returned to the table she gave Master Chunko a sly smile as she served their refreshments, careful not to get to close to Mister Smylee, as she was rather afraid of him, and did not wish to think on where he acquired that unique smell.
"Here you are boys, let us know if you require anything else."
She nodded to Master Farseer as he sat with the newest and loudest patrons of the day before she scurried off to help Ivan with the closing duties.
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Post by Viscount FitzChivalry Farseer on Nov 25, 2012 6:28:23 GMT -5
After Chunko relayed his distress to Fitz, and introduced his new friend, Fitz sat silently for a few moments wondering how this could be solved quickly.
"I don't know what to do other than to try to track down this Orc band," Fitz thought aloud "but they are two weeks gone and we would need the luck of the Fey to find them, without Divine help."
It was then that Fitz had the thought, as he was staring at the obsidian wall across the room. The thought that they had other resources, and that Fitz had been just lucky enough to have been given this very tavern. This tavern with that obsidian wall.
"I have an idea," he told Chunko, "just hang around until all of the patrons are gone."
Fitz whispered to Ivan the Innkeeper to try and get folks out the door as swiftly as possible, and that he needn't take care of the closing duties after that, but instead send Bessie home and take himself home as soon as the tavern was clear...
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Post by Ivan the Innkeeper on Nov 25, 2012 6:34:05 GMT -5
"Yessir," Ivan said as he contemplated the worry in Fitz's eyes.
He relayed the commands to Bessie and began closing tabs and clearing patrons from the tavern. It wasn't long before it was only him, Fitz and the two newest incomers were left.
"Thank you for the early night, Master Farseer." Ivan spoke over his shoulder he left the tavern with a light step and a worried smile.
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Post by Viscount FitzChivalry Farseer on Nov 25, 2012 6:45:52 GMT -5
After they were alone, Fitz looked at Chunko and said, "I've not had cause to try this yet, but now is as good a time as any I suppose."
He then walked over to the obsidian wall and placed a hand upon it. He concentrated on what he wished to know, what he wished to see, and silently beseeched the White Light to guide and help him.
The blackness of the wall seemed to swirl with facets of light, and slowly materialized into a grim scene, one that was as clear as it was disturbing. The wall showed a campsite that looked to be in the Untamed Wilds, where several Orcs were gathered about a fire and a treestump. Upon the treestump was the desiccated body of what looked to be a turkey. Standing over it was an Orc wearing black robes trimmed in white, who looked to command superiority from the other orcs, and showed more intelligence in his features. This Orc was reading from a very familiar tome. It was none other than master Chunko's volume of The Good Book of Amtgardia.
As they both recognized the book, a voice boomed in Fitz and Chunko's minds "THE WHITE LIGHT IS ALWAYS BRIGHTEST IN THE MIDST OF DARKNESS, NOW YOU KNOW THE WAY."
"Come Chunko, we must away and get the book back before its too late!" Fitz said as he grabbed his things from behind the bar and lead the other two out into the courtyard as he shouted a call to arms...
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Post by Master Chunko Char on Nov 25, 2012 8:42:43 GMT -5
When Fitz had shown Chunko the scene, the young Master almost lost himself in his thoughts. An Orc has my book? MY sacred book? What would an Orc do with a book? MY book, nonetheless.. Chunko snapped back when Fitz grabbed his things. He turned to Mister Smylee and gently explained what was happening. "Bad creatures have our book, Mister Smylee. The good people of Crimson Moon will help us get it back from them. Ready?" Mister Smylee grinned at Chunko with the little teeth he had and nodded his head over and over in confirmation. Chunko gestured Mister Smylee to the door and they both left the empty tavern.
Chunko looked to Fitz and asked, "Do we know where this campsite is?"
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Post by Ambellina Farseer on Nov 25, 2012 22:46:52 GMT -5
Ambellina was asleep by the hearth, the fire dwindling, when Fitz walked into the tavern. He was cheerfully shouting salutations to Master Chunko and Mister Smylee as he entered. He closed and latched the door behind him and sighed. He was exhausted from the quest but glad to be back home. As he made his way toward the bar to find ale, Ambellina spoke to him from her seat by the fire, "I've eaten the last of the day's food, I'm afraid."
At that, Fitz rushed to her and scooped her into a monster of a hug. She smiled at him sleepily and said "We won."
He kissed her. "So did we."
"Good," she said as she started toward the stair, "I should like to hear all about your questing on the morrow. Tonight, however, we could both use a solid night's sleep."
They walked upstairs and fell into bed, neither of them even taking the time to pull back the blankets, and slipped into a deep, restful sleep.
For now, the whole of Crimson Moon could rest well.
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