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Post by Admin on Feb 7, 2023 1:01:56 GMT
#s://i~ibb~co/PTPGL99/nun~png "Not copies, no no. Each one is written in consecrated ink by our monks. One will be fetched for you while you rest,"
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Post by Brian on Feb 7, 2023 1:06:56 GMT
The dear woman has a strange notion of what a copy is "That will be fine I suppose. Do you have a page or courier I could send to the castle while I recoup? I need to give a report to the Regent of events in shadow." I look at her seriously " I am willing to recuperate here for a time. But if I cannot send a message across the road....I would need to recover in my quarters there." I take a heavy breath. " I am willing to be reasonable with my health....but I have duties I also need to attend to."
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Post by Admin on Feb 7, 2023 1:54:11 GMT
#s://i~ibb~co/PTPGL99/nun~png "The Regent was informed when you arrived. She approved your recuperation here. The holy joy of the Unicorn filled her when she was told of your sacred spilling of blood in the shrine and of being the Great Saint."
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Post by Brian on Feb 7, 2023 2:01:50 GMT
"You can understand how I would be skeptical of that from my own experiences with the Regent." I say firmly " And I would like to send a note made in my own hand." I look at her for a moment with curiosity. "I do insist on sending Flora a note in my own handwriting. You understand why I, a man not of the faith of the Unicorn, am someone skeptical of this...and someone distrusting. Since I have come to Amber my honor has been besmirched non-stop. And I have held my tongue and my hand. People have lied to me and lied about me....when the truth would serve them better. If you want me to trust staying here under my own will and power we need to build some trust. If you would indulge me a moment...I would like to speak with you and understand why your book seems to think of these sorts of things you do. Reading the book is one thing.....but you have faith in it. I don't.....But as a Sovereign, I understand the importance of respecting the faith of a people. Can I be frank with you Sister? Can I speak to you as I would speak to a Druid back home?"
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Post by Admin on Feb 7, 2023 2:30:02 GMT
#s://i~ibb~co/PTPGL99/nun~png "The Great Saint not of the faith? Druids?" she whispers in fear. She pulls out a silver chain from around her neck and clutches the silver unicorn pendant tightly in her hand. Eyes open wide and unblinking, she backs out of the room while muttering prayers. Once past the door, she turns and runs off.
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Post by Brian on Feb 7, 2023 2:34:45 GMT
I shake my head and get up. I slowly gather my positions and make my way out of the room. Slowly making my way to the castle.
I mutter in the sort of old Irish analog that the Ayalosians speak " This sort would fail the basic test of being Druids." I shake my head and make my way out of the Cathedral and towards the castle.
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Post by Admin on Feb 11, 2023 6:33:50 GMT
Brian's untreated wounds have scabbed over with the bedsheets. There is a painful tear as he stands, and the feeling of blood seeping down his skin returns. Stiff from his injuries, he can't be sure if the sheet still clings to his back like a horrid train.
The hallway outside the room is empty and silent except for the distant sound of a choir singing Onward Unicorn Soldiers. As he stumbles on, a young nun runs through an intersection ahead. She wails loudly and shakes her arms in the air. Steps later, the choir becomes discordant, replacing the singing with murmuring voices.
In the narthex, he sees the vast and magnificent statue of the Unicorn. He sees his blood now indelibly staining the white marble floor where he was dragged in. It does look something like a unicorn when viewed from certain angles.
The two guards at the front of the cathedral bow to him and mumble a prayer to the Unicorn. Brian hears his name being used in the prayer.
The crowd in the plaza all stop to look at the bleeding giant crossing to the castle. A few whisper to others about the new Saint, and some others pray.
"Welcome back, King Brian," one of the castle guards says.
"Saint-King," his partner corrects.
"Ah, yes, Saint-King," the first amends.
The visitors and staff in the entrance hall also stop and stare at him.
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Post by Brian on Feb 11, 2023 11:21:02 GMT
OOC: Brian would avoid messing up the blood stain if he has a cape on
IC:
I nod to one of the guards. I then turn to a page in the castle. " excuse me. Can you send word to the regent I am here....and....HOPEFULLY there is a medic on staff somewhere....I would have need of one. I would like to be patched up before seeing the regent. Also....if there is a copy of the book of the unicorn in the castle library....I would like to start reading it....since I've become a saint for some reason. And...if Bill Roth is here can you also send word to him as well. I have a personal matter with him I'd like to see if he has had progress on that in my absence. " I then make my way to my room....gritting through the pain
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Post by Admin on Feb 12, 2023 6:51:33 GMT
Walking is tough. The stairs are even tougher. As he slowly walks along the corridors toward his rooms, he finds the medic has arrived before him. He taps his stethoscope on the wall while waiting.
"King Brian, into your rooms, please. Get that armour off, and let me take a look."
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Post by Brian on Feb 12, 2023 7:07:01 GMT
I comply with the Medic and start the process of removing the Armor....it transforms and is somewhat living.....here and in this situation, it shouldn't be resistant to me.One I get it off I sit on the bed.
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Post by Admin on Feb 13, 2023 6:00:36 GMT
"Mmm-hmm, you have been in a fight, I can see. Usually, at this time a medic would try stitching and such, but I have always found that to be unhelpful. What you need is enemas and lots of them!"
He begins to pull out some strange apparatus' from his healer's bag. Fortunately for Brian, his work is interrupted by a knock on the door...
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Post by Lorelei on Feb 13, 2023 7:32:33 GMT
Waiting only long enough for someone to pull a sheet over themselves if necessary after the knock, Lorelei opens the door. Seeing that Brian is sitting on the edge of the bed and still breathing, a wave of relief washes over her features.
With the hint of a smile she says to Brian, "Rumor has it that you got yourself sainted and bled on half the carpets in the castle. I came as soon as I heard with an offer of Rebman healing magic." She glances at the medic and his 'tools', then back to Brian. "If you're busy I can come back later..." .
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Post by Brian on Feb 13, 2023 9:28:12 GMT
Waiting only long enough for someone to pull a sheet over themselves if necessary after the knock, Lorelei opens the door. Seeing that Brian is sitting on the edge of the bed and still breathing, a wave of relief washes over her features. With the hint of a smile she says to Brian, " Rumor has it that you got yourself sainted and bled on half the carpets in the castle. I came as soon as I heard with an offer of Rebman healing magic." She glances at the medic and his 'tools', then back to Brian. " If you're busy I can come back later..." . " I would be glad to accept your help princess." I glare at the medic I turn back to Lorelei " yes the church and guards have informed me of being made a saint as well....."
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Post by Lorelei on Feb 13, 2023 9:53:26 GMT
"I doubt you will want the bed soaked," she says. "Please make yourself as comfortable as you can on the floor."
Lorelei removes a peel-to-clear wax writing tablet (with stylus) and a breathing tube from her belt pouch, handing them to Brian.
Once he is settled and prepared she casts the spell encasing him in warm glowing water.
"While you are mending, care to tell me how you got yourself in such a state?" .
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Post by Brian on Feb 13, 2023 10:42:26 GMT
I do tell her.....once the quack leaves. Which I politely ask him to do. Before the spell starts, i then proceed to write.
"Well lets see....after meeting Princess Sand, her making Dio her slave, I went to help Kat and Eivor with Eshanta." I bit of anger on his face "Coy was there and Coy ruined everything. Best I can tell he fucked with the mind of the king. The whole castle was a powder keg of Anxiety and paranoia. And this was when the guards all attacked me." I have a look of a grumble "And Coy was then going to chain me up so the Demon army could finish me off. And the fiasco expanded from there."
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