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Rites; Part 2: The City of Four
Topic Started: Mar 11 2012, 03:14 AM (739 Views)
Flynn The Rambler
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Darieal took the blow and backed up because of it. He quickly caught his footing, he was a little surprised at the mans skill, but did not let himself get distracted. One Darieal saw his opening, he did a quick step forward and went for the square of the mans body. A thrusting attack going for the most vital of organs. Hrruaaa! He grunted as he did so.
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A grunt and sputtering gurgle were the only sounds the mercenary made as Dariea'ls sword found it's way into his ribcage. His eyes fixed on Darieal for a moment before falling to his last comrade who merely shook his head. With one final gasp the Mercenary spasmed and then fell still, dead.

The last man, the Large mercenary clad in black, stayed still, making no moves toward or away from Darieal a smile across his face. With a motion of his hand he dismissed himself from the whole affair, not seeming to care at all about his fallen comrades. For whatever reason, Darieal was sure he hadn't seen the last of him. But that could wait. For now, Darieal was done fighting, and Edon needed tending to.
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Darieal, said a quick prayer for the fallen man, and then cleaned his blade on his boot, before sheathing it. He then quickly ran toward Edon and held her, looking over her to make sure she was okay. He took his helm off and looked at her. I am sorry I was not here sooner, are you okay? Did they hurt you? He said this with a bit of a panic, he was normally able to turn things like that off in his mind, but he was worried about the little witch. He stared at her and waited for a response, holding her still.
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"I'm fi-Ow! I'm fine Uncle." Edon, groaned, clutching her side. "Maybe a fractured rib or two." Slowly sitting up, the young witchling glanced around, eying the two dead men, a look of worry on her face. "You didn't kill the third one...did you? If not, then we have a problem...they saw my-"

My word! what's happened here?! The voice of the Father rang out From atop the temple steps, a chord of shock in his voice. My son, are you alright?! What happened, who are these men and...oh my, young lad are you injured? Need we fetch a healer?

The old priest was down the steps in a mater of moments, kneeling on the ground besides Darieal; trying his best to assess Edon's condition. With a slow yet firm hand, he pulled Edon's hands away from her sides and pressed down lightly. The young witchling's body went ridged, her face contorted with pain. A choked sob escaped her throat as she did her best to stifle a scream and hold back her tears.

"Tch tch tch...Three cracked ribs. I'll have someone send for a healer. You were very brave lad, rest easy now." The father moved his hand from Edon's side to her shoulder patting it, but also keeping her in place. "But first.." the Father turned to face Darieal. "Please tell me what happened here!"
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Darieal looked down at Edon with concern, he held her head and body to help keep weight off of her ribs. He did not like seeing her in pain, he wanted to answer her, but the Father came too soon. He continued to hold her as he looked toward the Father. "Three drunks, mercenaries, here for the tourney or passing though I assume. As I came out they were hassling my nephew, when I intervened, the men wanted violence, I was forced to defend myself. The third left with out a word. The demon drink claims another." When spoke to the Father he looked him in the eyes, but once he had finished he looked down at Edon, watching her and patting her head gently. He whispered to her softly. "Its okay to cry, there is no shame in showing pain. You were very brave, and I am proud of you. He smiled at her as he spoke, he was worried and his face showed it. In the back of his mind he couldnt help but feel a little foolish, if things were true she was much older than him, and he was treating her like a child. He didnt care at the moment though.
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Upon hearing Darieal recount of his experience with the mercenaries the Father simply sighed, a weary expression on his face.

"Yes, it seems as though it has... come, take you nephew inside, to your chambers if you would. We will get a healer to look at him. I am sorry that you had to kill these men, but, thank you for protecting us all, My son. These...guards could learn a thing or two from you."

Without another word, the Father rose from his spot next to Darieal and made his way up the stairs, disappearing into the temple leaving Darieal free to take Edon to their room to get some rest and wait for someone to come and tend to her ribs. But once inside the safety of their four walls the little witch did everything but rest. Squirming out of Darieals grasp she landed lightly upon the floor and turned to face him.

"They saw my knife, Darieal! They saw it and knew what it was, that's why they were after me!"
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Darieal sat down and looked at her. "I understand, but you need to rest. I dont want your broken ribs to cause bleeding, lay down. We will speak of this Edon, but please, lay down."
Darieal gave her a firm stare, he didnt want her to hurt herself further, he waited till she finally lied down and then he sat on the bed next to her, one hand resting lightly on her shoulder.
"Okay, so they saw you. There is two less of them now, and I wont let any harm come to you Edon. I promised to protect you. I also believe that that man was here for the tourney... if that is the case, there might be a chance to silence him. I have been chosen to be the temples Champion." He said this with a small smile as he looked down on her, he was worried about her even more now. He was also sad he never got to enjoy his good news. He continued to stroke her hair, attempting to keep her calm.
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Upon hearing that there was still a chance to keep her secret from being exposed, Edon relaxed, but only slightly. "That is...good Templar. I am glad that you got your wish, even if your happiness at having it was...short lived." Lifting herself onto her bed Edon just, stared at the wall, It was obvious that she was worried. There was no question in her mind about what would happen to her if the church was to find out that there had been a witchling among them for weeks, despite the fact that she had done nothing to harm anyone who had not tried to harm her first.

She sighed, then finally lay down allowing Darieal to stroke her hair without much fuss. "If it does come down to that Darieal; If I am exposed, there will be nothing you can do to protect me. You should be more concerned with yourself. You know what happens to Templars that go against the Church."
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Darieal gave a bit of a frown. He shook his head at her. "No, Edon. I appreciate the fact that you are worried for me, but I can handle myself, I wont allow them to kill you. Your my friend, and I take care of my friends." Darieal smiled at her and patted her little cheek. He was a little surprised at himself, he oddly felt connected to her. He was her friend and she was his.
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The pair sat in silence for a bit with only a slight grown from Edon every now an again to break the quiet. When at last the healer did arrive, he made short work of his duties. Giving edon a small cup of liquid he instructed her to drink it down. She did and almost immediately fell asleep. With Edon unconscious the man gave a few light presses on her ribs, with a knowing "mhm" he quickly, yet gently went to work. Removing the clothing hat was in the way and dressing the wounds, making sure Edon's ribs would set right. When all was finished the man stood and placed a vial of greenish liquid on the table beside Edon bed. He instructed Darieal to have her drink it when she woke, as it would expedite the healing process. Then, without another word he bowed to the Templar and left.

With Edon seen to and the number temple goers dwindling, Darieal was free to choose how he'd spend the rest of the night.
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Darieal wasnt really sure what he would do now. He was free for the night. He could patrol, though it wasnt required of him. He decided that he would train. He got up and made his way to some of the practice grounds and worked on his sword play. He wished he was a little more fluid in his attack and decided to spend the night working on his flow. Till he needed to sleep.
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The nights training went smoothly. With no one around to interrupt his practice, Darieal soon lost track of time and before he knew it, the mighty Templar, had spent most of the night honing his skills. With the morning twilight only a few hours way, Darieal finally sheathed his blade, and rejoined Edon in their quarters for some much needed sleep. The Day of the Tourney was fast approaching; he would need the rest.


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Darieal was pulled by the guard behind the Greford procession. The man had warned him quietly not to speak at all, nor to look in the direction of the Grefords. It was not a sharp and threatening reprimand, but the sound of someone who genuinely did not want any harm to come to the Templar. The Aegis Guard was quite obviously not of the mind that Darieal had done very much wrong, or really anything that had warranted such an abrupt public arrest... but he would not speak his mind. He was a guard and they were the nobles... they were the owners, he was the guard dog.

After they had crossed through the various gates into the Alabaster Keep, the Aegis Guard pulled Darieal down a hallway. When they came to a large oaken door, he swung it open with his free hand and pushed Darieal ahead, snatching a torch up as he removed his hand from Darieal's arm.

"Just watch your step, be quiet, and move along. If you do as you are told, nothing bad will happen. I think that they just need you out of the way... what you did was stupid, but not worthy of an arrest... or any sort of execution or anything. You were just trying to help, but lordlings don't always want help."

They moved slowly down the curved stone stairway into a dark corridor. On either side were cells, made of thick hunks of wood and metal bars. In some, Darieal could see prisoners, sitting in the shadows and hiding their eyes from the light of the torch. Other cells were entirely empty, but looked as if someone had just left them. Darieal was unsure as to which troubled him more.

They reached a cell about mid-way down the corridor and the guard swung the door open and led Darieal inside.

"Now, I am gonna go get you some bread and some water. Eat and drink slowly, because feed times are irregular and depend on the guard. Some guards lie about feeding too, so you never know when a little bit of squirrelled-away bread might come in handy. But, before I do this, why did you do it? And who are you?"
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Darieal had remained quiet during the whole journey. He was very sad, he felt that he could do some good hear and now he was being spat in his face. He had always looked up the the Temple and the people that served it. Now he was shaken, to be so openly rejected, and the young lordlings word continued to ring in his head. This is no backwards village where you can use your size and stature with the Church to bully your way around. He was no bully. He helped people, he knew the god were everywhere. He was sad all the same. He kept his eyes closed under his helm, not wanting to see nobles and the others look onto him like this. He was a Templar, and he was bring shame to the armor by allowing shackles to touch it.

When he finally made his way into his cell he nodded at what the guard had said. His eyes guided around the cells. He felt he should not be here with people of this sort, his mind then went back to his teachings, and he let out a sigh. He had no right to judge these people and they all have goodness in them, somewhere. He perked up when the guard asked him the question. He paused for a moment, thinking on what to say. He then cleared his throat and spoke. "I am Darieal Letholdus, The Blessed. I am a Knight of The High Pantheon. Hunter of The Tainted, and now... prisoner." Darieal let out a small sigh, he felt flat. He loved telling people of what he has done, as all men do. The curse of pride, he thought to himself. He then spoke again. "As for why, because it would be the right thing to do. I have dealt with things of the sort before. The King was a good man, kind to my mother before her passing. I simply wanted to help the Greford's as they have helped me so long ago. Heh, before I was an orphan my father was a Knight to his house. humm..."
He paused and took off his helm. He rubbed away some of the sweat and unmated his hair. He then looked at the guard and spoke once again.
"I did it because I am bound to, because it was, and is, my duty to root out the acts of the heretics, the young lord must have been blinded by grief to not realize that a witch could cause the deaths of many, many others. I had no intention of removing the Aegis from the Investigation, I just wanted to add my experience. Thats all, Thank you for hearing me. Sir." Darieal said this with a little bow.
Edited by Flynn The Rambler, Jul 10 2012, 09:14 PM.
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