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Post by Rinathan on Jan 6, 2005 14:27:37 GMT -5
He looks down at the cleric.
... Ephen Meleander.
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Post by Julia of Hillsdown on Jan 6, 2005 14:34:29 GMT -5
*the cleric thinks, scratches his head through the makeshift turban he's wearing and wanders off.*
Back in a moment, sir, I'll go and look his name up.
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Post by Rinathan on Jan 6, 2005 14:35:32 GMT -5
He's dead, if that helps.
He waits with his hands in his pockets.
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Post by Julia of Hillsdown on Jan 6, 2005 14:45:46 GMT -5
*the cleric stops and wanders back to Rinathan, taking his turban off. What hair he has left is white and stands up in wisps.*
I'm sorry to hear that, sir. My condolences. He'd most likely be at the Necropolis outside town then. They've got better resources for dealing with the deceased, and it wasn't known to us that he had any family.
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Post by Rinathan on Jan 6, 2005 14:53:30 GMT -5
He sighs.I heard he was brought here. And there were some things missing from the house, including a painting of my mother. Have they buried that too?
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Post by Julia of Hillsdown on Jan 6, 2005 15:03:15 GMT -5
He was, he was, sir. But it doesn't do to leave people unburied over the Feast of Light. Bad for their souls, so he was taken to the city of the dead.
*He blinks and thinks.*
What kind of things, sir? As for the picture, I'll get the person who brought him in. He'll know. One moment please.
*the cleric puts his turban back on and wanlks off to the back if the room, taking the corridor that leads to the sleeping-quarters.*
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Post by Rinathan on Jan 6, 2005 15:13:41 GMT -5
Alright.
Souls? Ephen had a soul? Ha. He waits.
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Post by Julia of Hillsdown on Jan 6, 2005 15:18:52 GMT -5
*a sleepy-eyed cleric walks up to Rinathan. He's just woken up, his robe dishevelled and his holy symbol on back-to-front.*
Mr Epheander? My condolences on the loss of your father.
You had something you wanted to ask me?
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Post by Rinathan on Jan 6, 2005 15:31:24 GMT -5
He snaps.
Meleander. Yes. Someone robbed the house when my father was taken and I want at least the portrait of my mother back. Where is it?
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Post by Julia of Hillsdown on Jan 6, 2005 15:41:09 GMT -5
My apologies mister Meleander. It was a long night.
*he yawns.*
Picture...picture...That one. It seemed t be important to him, given the state it was in, so it was sent along with the body. You'll have to enquire with the keeper of the necropolis whether he did bury it with your belated father. I'd say he did.
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Post by Rinathan on Jan 6, 2005 15:48:43 GMT -5
You-?
He grabs the cleric by the front and pulls violently. He growls.
You bloody thief!
He pushes the man away from him as hard as he can towards the wall.
Go to Hell.
He abruptly turns and leaves, trembling.
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Post by Julia of Hillsdown on Jan 6, 2005 15:58:14 GMT -5
*he picks himself up from where he'd fallen down, and sighs. It would have helped if the man had ever mentioned he'd a son. He shakes his head, losing the blurrednes in his vision, and wanders to the kitchen for coffee.*
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Post by Dmitri Darken on Jan 7, 2005 14:42:49 GMT -5
Tap. Tap tap tap. Tap tap. Tap tap tap. Tap.
Aurora makes her way into the church, following feelings left behind. She smiles for a moment before transforming what she was like completely. Tears ran down her face, her dress seemed tattered and ripped here and there. She was quietly humming a sad song.
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Post by Julia of Hillsdown on Jan 7, 2005 14:46:04 GMT -5
*a female half-elf walks up to Aurora.*
Oh dear, are you alright, miss?
*she sounds very young, and excitable.*
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Post by Dmitri Darken on Jan 7, 2005 14:56:47 GMT -5
Aurora reaches out with her hand, feeling around until she finds the woman who is speaking. It doesn't take much time to become blatantly obvious that this woman is blind.
Please... you must come with me. My brother is so sick... he can't move, and there's no one else. Please.
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