Post by samuelm on Aug 14, 2013 6:49:31 GMT
Dropping his mace and cracking his knuckles, Friedich approaches the sorcerer. Still struggling to escape the outsider's grasp he tries to remember the right incantation to charm his aggressor.
"Ha!" I cried out "You can not possibly think that your petty enchantments will work on me. My conviction is inspired by the gods who actively protect me from such harm. What kind of corruption has driven you into such savagery, bandit... don't answer, it's irrelevant. You will face the hand of justice regardless" and with the cross of Saint Cuthbert held up high in his left hand and a right hook from the other the highwayman fell to the ground helples. The lumbering Eifrige seized the opportunity to pin him down.
I leaned in forward and said "I don't know who's more pathetic? those cowardly hobgoblins we met three days ago, or you". He spit in my face, "is that all you've got left cretin, just moment ago you we're trying to render me blind with magic not phlegm". As Ilania finished tying him down I sat on a nearby rock on observed the landscape. It reminded of me of my childhood, of all those fine evenings spent skipping across my father's plots of land and magnificent gardens. I can still remember it quite vividly, wondering where that brat of a neighbor Ilania had misplaced my wooden horse (to this day I haven't found it). It was a simple existence, as content as was I wouldn't trade for what I have now though. It's nice to be crusading for once, much more exciting than pouring over those old tombs back at the cathedral. All of this land, it is to be claimed for the Glory and Wisdom of Saint Cuthbert. I stopped to think about how this had all come to be.
We we're all standing under the grand obelisk in Therindale as the church's court wizard and his acolytes were inscribing the last few runes on the communal stone. When they were finally done they backed away, the crowd watched silently. The runes began to glide across the stone and reshape themselves. After the scrambled letters settled themselves they wrote down a name, I stood in awe for a moment... it was my name. Out of all those spectating, I was chosen by the gods to be an avatar of justice, truth and goodness.
It was ironic really, I ran from home to adopt this pious lifetsyle in the same way my father ran from his home to escape it. He was a very successful business man, and what he attained in gold and prestige I had just attained in power and virtue.
Now as I travel to Volkenheim, I look back at those I selected for my retinue. There was Ilania, Azx, and Myrandos. Like I mentioned before, Ilania and I were neighbors. Our parents were business partners as well as very good friends and she would come over to visit on occasion no matter how much I begged my parents to keep her out. We even spent a year at the same college of eldritch arts for a year (the year I ran away). We eventually met each other again in Therindale after 3 years. Turns out she was some sort of prodigy and graduated a couple years earlier than normal, meanwhile I was an adept at the church. She's always been very helpful, has an impressive knack for making useful little trinkets. My only complaint is that she reminds me too much of my mother. Azx has been serving the church ever since the kid was dropped off at the church's doorstep. Lacking the physical prowess to become a squire and too much of a dullard to understand theology, the boy has been cleaning our halls and libraries for over 22 years. The Damphir has been manageable for the most part if it weren't for his habit of killing small rodents with bear traps and his compulsion to shout death threats at the unfaithful who frequent the streets in front of the church. He still has much to learn but soon I'll have him trained and as loyal as a dog. Then there's Myrandos and Alavander, no paladin in the order thus far, has exceeded their loyalty, zeal and devotion for our cause. Myrandos never lost dual in his life and Alavander's silver tongue has us gotten out many jams back in the day. I know they will accomplish great things in the future and they will also prove to be great enforcers of the faith.
Together, we set off into uncharted land. Spreading the good news of Saint Cuthbert's ascendance and purging all forms of evil and injustice.
"Ha!" I cried out "You can not possibly think that your petty enchantments will work on me. My conviction is inspired by the gods who actively protect me from such harm. What kind of corruption has driven you into such savagery, bandit... don't answer, it's irrelevant. You will face the hand of justice regardless" and with the cross of Saint Cuthbert held up high in his left hand and a right hook from the other the highwayman fell to the ground helples. The lumbering Eifrige seized the opportunity to pin him down.
I leaned in forward and said "I don't know who's more pathetic? those cowardly hobgoblins we met three days ago, or you". He spit in my face, "is that all you've got left cretin, just moment ago you we're trying to render me blind with magic not phlegm". As Ilania finished tying him down I sat on a nearby rock on observed the landscape. It reminded of me of my childhood, of all those fine evenings spent skipping across my father's plots of land and magnificent gardens. I can still remember it quite vividly, wondering where that brat of a neighbor Ilania had misplaced my wooden horse (to this day I haven't found it). It was a simple existence, as content as was I wouldn't trade for what I have now though. It's nice to be crusading for once, much more exciting than pouring over those old tombs back at the cathedral. All of this land, it is to be claimed for the Glory and Wisdom of Saint Cuthbert. I stopped to think about how this had all come to be.
We we're all standing under the grand obelisk in Therindale as the church's court wizard and his acolytes were inscribing the last few runes on the communal stone. When they were finally done they backed away, the crowd watched silently. The runes began to glide across the stone and reshape themselves. After the scrambled letters settled themselves they wrote down a name, I stood in awe for a moment... it was my name. Out of all those spectating, I was chosen by the gods to be an avatar of justice, truth and goodness.
It was ironic really, I ran from home to adopt this pious lifetsyle in the same way my father ran from his home to escape it. He was a very successful business man, and what he attained in gold and prestige I had just attained in power and virtue.
Now as I travel to Volkenheim, I look back at those I selected for my retinue. There was Ilania, Azx, and Myrandos. Like I mentioned before, Ilania and I were neighbors. Our parents were business partners as well as very good friends and she would come over to visit on occasion no matter how much I begged my parents to keep her out. We even spent a year at the same college of eldritch arts for a year (the year I ran away). We eventually met each other again in Therindale after 3 years. Turns out she was some sort of prodigy and graduated a couple years earlier than normal, meanwhile I was an adept at the church. She's always been very helpful, has an impressive knack for making useful little trinkets. My only complaint is that she reminds me too much of my mother. Azx has been serving the church ever since the kid was dropped off at the church's doorstep. Lacking the physical prowess to become a squire and too much of a dullard to understand theology, the boy has been cleaning our halls and libraries for over 22 years. The Damphir has been manageable for the most part if it weren't for his habit of killing small rodents with bear traps and his compulsion to shout death threats at the unfaithful who frequent the streets in front of the church. He still has much to learn but soon I'll have him trained and as loyal as a dog. Then there's Myrandos and Alavander, no paladin in the order thus far, has exceeded their loyalty, zeal and devotion for our cause. Myrandos never lost dual in his life and Alavander's silver tongue has us gotten out many jams back in the day. I know they will accomplish great things in the future and they will also prove to be great enforcers of the faith.
Together, we set off into uncharted land. Spreading the good news of Saint Cuthbert's ascendance and purging all forms of evil and injustice.