Turn 117
After Gareth implants his sword into Randos' coffin, Wulfgar has had it. He
charges towards Gareth and without further thought punches him connecting
easily, and bloodying the Knight's nose fortunately with no breakage. Once kay
realizes Gareth isnt intending to fight back but instead encourages Wulfgar to
hit him again she charges at Wulfgar from the side. He twists away at the last
moment narrowly missing her full assault causing them both to fall to the ground
in a heap temporarily breathless and less than happy.
Cole, Jahl, Gareth, and Arilyn look on in amazement as the 2 catch their breathe
and attempt to untangle themselves from each other enough to rise from the dirt.
Wulfgar snarls back at Gareth "What know ye of my God Knight, you look out
of favour with your own to my eyes and you preach to me! Ha! >
Gareth winces and drops his head in shame as Wulfgar takes the paladin's
gentle admission and slashes his spirit vehemently with it.
Arilyn steps quickly between Gareth and the fallen Wulfgar and Kay. She
smiles at Kay, very impressed and surprised at her quickness and her
nerve. "Wulfgar, there was no malice in Gareth's actions. We must
remember who are friends are and who are our enemies."
She reaches into her leather pouch and draws out a small silk scarf. She
dabs it gently on Gareth...cleaning the blood from under his nose.
"MMmmmm...that answers one of my questions...your blood is red, too. You
are human after all." She grins and looks back to Wulfgar and Kay.
"...And with more flaws than most." A sword-calloused hand reaches up and
gently moves Arilyn's hand and scarf away from the bloody rivulets of the
knight's face. "Nay, gentle lady, let not thy precious silk be sullied with
mine insufficient penance; this rude scrap beith all I doth require."
Gareth removes a small scrap of cloth obviously used as patching for his
tunic and applies it to his crimson flood. "Thy offer was most mannerly of
thee and doth do thee merit. Prithee, but I must move mineself." The
paladin bows deeply to Arilyn, then carefully moves around her to place his
body as a barrier between Kay and Wulfgar. Wrists crossed at his waist, and
gauntlets behind his belt, Gareth waits silently and readily.
Kay extends a hand to the others, since it's rather hard to get up when
you're covered in chain, "Now that wasn't the smartest thing that I've ever
done, but I couldn't just stand by and watch you get pounded on.", wishing
to remove herself from the hotheaded warrior,she waves her hand about ,
"Could you give me a hand here, and tell me what the hell just went on?"
Standing up with a slight wince from what will undoubtedly be a rather large
bruise on his side Wulfgar turns away from the knight and walks back to the
grave. {I take it Gareth left his sword stuck in the coffin!} He reach's
out and pulls free the weapon throwing in down on the ground. "You
desecrate the grave of a Brother of Callus and to do it with the symbol of
Pikahl!" He shakes his head and pulls free his sword and blesses it before
stabbing it through the coffin. He drops the sheath and placing the belt
in his backpack. "Perhaps it is time to go back to the Temple and see if
anything else has happened!" Turning slowly he walks away in the direction
of the temple.
Gareth's self-control slips for a fraction of a second as Wulfgar ignorantly
throws the longblade to the ground and turns his back to its owner. The
knight in Gareth screams at the insult thrown and the baseness of action in
treating a blade so; the paladin in him rages at the slur directed towards
his god. It is the man in him, however, that roars most angrily at the
shaby treatment he has received over and over from this companion he treats
as one close to him. Gareth's face turns an angry red and he takes a step
toward Wulfgar before regaining the modicum enough to check himself. One
powerful hand closes over its outstretched clawed mate and pulls it back the
the golden falcon. A hissing sound of slowly released breath, audible only
to those very near the knight, escapes as Gareth shakes in bottled fury. In
a deadly calmness, the paladin whispers to himself a rebutal his code
prevents him from lashing back
Meanwhile, in answer to screams inside the temple,
"Randos is within....I'll get the others! Keep an eye on him Barbaxle"
Vincas says, pointing a finger in Keldar's direction. "He's still not quite
himself."
With that he turns and makes his way back toward where he left the others.
Jahl steps forward and grabs Kay's hand. A small grunt escapes him as
he hoists the armor laden woman to her feet. With a slight sigh, Jahl
speaks, "I know what your responce will be, but I'll ask anyway; are you
alright?"
After Kay's acknowledgment Jahl continues. "What's going on here is the
ageless bickering between religions." Getting immediate reactions from
certain people Jahl quickly appends, "apologies! I did not mean to insult.
All of us are frustrated with the recent matters, and we would all like to
put an end to what is going on here." Jahl sighs. "This is a temple of
Callus, and Randos was Wulfgar's friend. The matters should have been
taken care of by a follower of Callus, I'm sorry Gareth."
Jahl steps up to the two warriors. "We are all friends here. You two
have travelled together for a long time and know each other better than
what you have just shown. I have known both of you for just a short while,
but you are not the persons that had aided me in the swamp. What happened?
Perhaps I'll find those two warriors again.
"We are done here," Jahl says sadly. "Let's return to the temple."
Jahl begins walking away.
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