Neth sat on the base of the statue of the Wordweaver. “I know it is not much but I hope it can help you to go see a healer to fix your ankle.” He said meekly before joining the rest of the group. Giving her a gold piece for the trouble, which she hurriedly tucked into her small knitted purse. They found Randir helping an old woman to take a seat in the pews. Especially the Foghorns right? I’ll come to see ye later and you can tell me all about it then.”Īll of them nodded, as they watched, the barrel of a Bishop strode over to the pile of viscous goo that had once been priestess Loverlay and begin scooping it into a chalice. “Gods, lads, look why don’t ye all just head home? I’ll sort this out with Mithelvarin just don’t talk to anyone understand? Head straight home. A twinge of embarrassment dug into his stomach as he felt unworthy of the Fairmaiden’s blessing.īrian's eyebrows raised as he looked over at the altar. I was saying my oath and my reflection turned white and then I felt something pass through me pushing that thing out! What, what do I do now?”ĭespite growing up in Mount Celestia, Gaberiel had never truly known what it was to serve a God. “It, it was the Fairmaiden.She cleansed me. Clutching his holy symbol tight, his eyes pulsed with divine magic as he looked over Gaberiel. “Aye Boy what in the hell’s was that thing?” Brian added as he grabbed Gaberiel. Kaero’s eyes scanned the broken window for any trace of Roolock. “Gaberiel! What the fuck was that?” he exclaimed. Kaero was much less jovial about it, striding towards Gaberiel, Brian following quickly behind. “Keep throwing me at things that might kill me, it’s payment enough, friend.” Thrak chuckled lightly as he patted him on the back Thrak lumbered into Gaberiel’s view, extending his hand to help Gaberiel back to his feet. One by one, the churchgoers slowed, helping those who had fallen or were injured in the rush. His commanding tone stopped the growing frenzy for the exit. entity has been dealt with by my compatriots and I! So please steady yourselves we don’t want anyone to be injured so let’s all orderly make out way from the temple so they can repair any damage.” “Ladies and Gentlefolk! There is no more need to fear the. Randir’s voice brought him back to the moment as he called out to the crowd. As Gaberiel lay there staring at the high arched ceiling his face felt the warmth of the late afternoon sun. Sunlight streamed through the broken window, the stained glass scattered all about, reflecting the hazy beams and creating an iridescent shimmer.
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