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Post by waysoftheearth on Oct 25, 2011 5:02:33 GMT -6
Denim cannot but help notice the jingling and counting of coins... "Do you wish us to bless water for you?" enquires Denim when it becomes apparent that the company of four are preparing to leave. |
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Post by doctorx on Oct 25, 2011 5:53:37 GMT -6
"Indeed, yes, Brother," Josiane responds with a grateful smile; "That would be most welcome."
(O.O.C: How much do folk reckon we'll need? Josiane would like a couple of bottles of the stuff at least. It might be an idea if everybody carried one, but funds aren't limitless...)
She'll also enquire at what hour the doors of the temple close; "Sanctuary beneath the roof of a holy place would be the prudent course this night."
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Post by waysoftheearth on Oct 25, 2011 6:09:48 GMT -6
Denim looks somewhat puzzled.
"Our doors are always open to the faithful, day or night." he says.
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Post by sulldawga on Oct 25, 2011 10:22:51 GMT -6
Dorgan will open his purse and count out enough coins for four bottles of water.
"Here's our donation. We'll return soon to collect the Holies once yer prayers are complete, if that suits ye, Brother."
The dwarf looks at Josiane. "Can't spend coin once ye'er dead. And I'd like ta see the sun rise tomorrow. C'mon, let's be off."
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Post by doctorx on Oct 25, 2011 13:38:36 GMT -6
"It is good to know the welcome of Thuul is extended at all hours, even in these wild lands," says Josiane, once again offering a reverence to the Enigma; "Very well. Do you make your blessings, good Brother Denim. We shall return as swiftly as we may."
She turns and heads towards the temple doors.
"To the Plough and Furrow."
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Post by waysoftheearth on Oct 26, 2011 3:38:26 GMT -6
"Very well," says Denim with a bow of his head, "Go with Thuul's Blessing," and he signs the curve of The Enigma in the air with the first two fingers of his right hand.
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Post by waysoftheearth on Oct 26, 2011 3:39:49 GMT -6
And the four adventurers leave the temple in search of The Plough and Furrow. Dorgan leads the way down Church street as a grey dusk makes its slow descent. He turns right onto Bow Street where most of the craftsmen's shops are closed for the day, and all the way down the awkwardly cobbled lane past the silent saw mill, and eventually back to the Market Square.
Usually the centre of the town's bustle and activity, even here there are scarcely a handful of urchins about, chasing cats and hoops. Excepting, that is, a couple of well to do Snork "gentlemen" smoking pipes and drinking from goblets in the wide open window seats of The Executioner's Axe, which overlooks the square. Their beady eyes follow the company curiously as they pass by...
Then it's onto Flea Street toward the smithy's forge; all quiet, and at last when the town's huge timber gates are within sight Dorgan declares "Here ittis!", and indeed it is...
[Please go to thread (030).]
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