by The Kingpin » Sun Feb 06, 2011 10:38 pm
The disciple closed his hand around the medallion, a faint glow forming around his palm for a few moments, the man staying silent for several moments before it stopped, the disciple handing the medallion back to the salesman. "Well friend, I can tell you that you are right. It does have some magical power. However, the knowledge and magic contained within are not of importance to me. I have no use for it. I'm sorry. But I thank you for showing it to me anyway. Is there anything else?" he inquired...
"I see. Then perhaps it is time to seek out this priest of yours and learn more of Greshlynk" rumbled Septimus, nodding in gratitude to Ferdinand before entering the temple...
the Archers continued to fire until the Troll was out of range and sight, before putting their bows away and returning to the rest of the villagers...
meanwhile, the workforce from Valenhad had already mobilised, cleaning up the remains of the inn, a couple working with the villagers to move the bodies and dig graves, while the rest prepared the inn's location for rebuilding, moving rubble, checking the ground for weakness, among other things, to be sure the inn would be strong enough to be fortified...
"Ah yes, organised chaos. the sign of a clever but ever-busy mind. To the perpetrator, a carefully woven web of belongings and intrigue, but to the bystander? Madness!"
–William Beckett, Lore of Leyuna RPG