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Post by Nobody on Dec 24, 2014 22:19:20 GMT
"I appreciate it greatly." Alaric sat next to Adminius. "Wake me in three hours, that should leave you time to rest before daybreak." He began to pray to each of the seven.
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Dec 25, 2014 0:09:07 GMT
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Post by sunter on Dec 25, 2014 0:09:07 GMT
Charlotte crossed her arms, shaking her head. She could feel the temperature dropping, listening to the wind pick up outside. She had the time. "You're kidding me, right? I'm not one to judge, but praying to the gods? Really?" The idea seemed ridiculous.
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Post by Nobody on Dec 26, 2014 4:56:45 GMT
"Yes. I pray twice every day. Do you have an issue with this?" Alaric rolled over to look at her from his place by Adminius.
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Dec 26, 2014 5:14:50 GMT
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Post by sunter on Dec 26, 2014 5:14:50 GMT
"An issue? No. Who am I to judge somebody who is so devoted to them. The high and mighty." She turned away from him. "Where does it come from? This faith of yours?"
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Post by Nobody on Dec 26, 2014 5:19:56 GMT
"Well, I should hope I do not appear high and mighty. I am just a knight." He thought in silence for a few moments. "My faith comes from my experiences, I suppose. It is hard to deny the existence of the gods when you are touched by them, every day."
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Dec 26, 2014 5:37:46 GMT
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Post by sunter on Dec 26, 2014 5:37:46 GMT
She let out a bitter laugh. "Oh no, you are but.a humble knight, but them. They're definitely up there on their pedestals, keeping their hands clean while we're doing their dirty work."
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Post by Nobody on Dec 26, 2014 5:45:32 GMT
Alaric looked confused. "Are you doing any dirty work?"
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Dec 26, 2014 22:07:08 GMT
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Post by canas on Dec 26, 2014 22:07:08 GMT
Cultus stared into the last of the crowd as they were leaving. ''So, whats the story with you and charlotte?'' He asked. He didnt show any signs of being drunk anymore, and he leaned over, perfectly stable in his chair this time, waiting to hear the answer.
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Post by Nobody on Dec 27, 2014 3:10:26 GMT
"We-" Ezra hiccuped once, "excuse me. We are friends, from I think seven years ago maybe? She'n her dad just kinda blew in one day. He died shortly after in a bandit raid. I, being th'stand up guy I am, took her in outta the kindness of my heart. We went looking for some missing city 'nd she found her talent for fortunes." He knocked over his eighth glass.
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Dec 27, 2014 6:27:57 GMT
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Post by sunter on Dec 27, 2014 6:27:57 GMT
Charlotte shook her head. "They pick and choose their battles. If they wanted, they could save so many people, but they don't. They leave it to us mortals,. I'd say that's pretty dirty work."
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Post by Nobody on Dec 27, 2014 6:32:40 GMT
"While not a sentiment I agree with, it is one I can understand. But there are only seven of them, and they cannot be everywhere at once. And if they did intervene in one place, saving one life, they would have to forsake another, breeding dissent and anger. That is why they choose us. Mortals, caring for mortals." He sheathed Inritus, the symbol of that choice. "I apologize if I am not making a convincing argument."
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Dec 27, 2014 6:58:19 GMT
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Post by sunter on Dec 27, 2014 6:58:19 GMT
She let out a laugh. "I don't think you could convince me anyway. My faith is long gone." She pulled Aoifes necklace from her pocket and tossed it to Alaric. "Give that to Adminius when he decides to wake up. And just get some sleep, okay?." She leaned sat against the wall, her hand over the rigid mask in her pocket. "Long gone." She mumbled.
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Post by Nobody on Dec 27, 2014 7:10:44 GMT
He sighed, but didn't press the issue. "As I said, three hours, then." He sheathed Inritus and fell asleep shortly.
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Dec 27, 2014 18:07:52 GMT
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Post by LuciasFalkner on Dec 27, 2014 18:07:52 GMT
Adminius stirred with a groan and a shiver. Laying on the rock floor wasn't exactly comfortable, and his cloak had done little to protect him from the cold. Nonetheless, he had managed to get the rest he needed. It was time to make sure that the assassin didn't get away. He stood and threw the cloak over his shoulders and started to leave... Stepping on a sleeping Alaric.
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Post by Nobody on Dec 27, 2014 18:12:34 GMT
Alaric reacted to the supposed threat instantly, sweeping himself in a tight arc, knocking Adminius to the floor with a thud. He drew a knife from his belt and pressed it to his throat.
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