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So life took a bad turn. I've not been around for months.
You all have my sincere apologies. I can't rell if my being missing killed this PbP. I'm thinking mnot, but what do I know?
Anyway... sorry.

Deep in thought for some time, Arnulf finally rouses himself enough to reply, "The Church of St. Cuthbert is known for its zeal in the destruction of evil. However, if the other parts of this item must be found, it is quite possible that 'like call to like.' Thus, it seems to me that, unless the stawart clerics of this grand church are going to undertake a quest to seek out, collect and ultimately destroy the items in question, then we should take the item with us, so as to best be able to find what we seek.It seems to me that good Melardo has been brought to us for this very reason."
He looks at Terjon, "Thank you for your concern, but I'm sure you understand."

Borther Arnulf, noting the continuing fear and concern of the patrons, shakes his head and says, "Perhaps, you're right, Victor. Let's go to the temple and see if they can help us sort this out."
He looks around for the innkeeper's wife, "Lady, if we could get those meat pies to go, that would be a kindness."
I'm assuming meat pies like hot pockets ... I'm certainly hoping so.
Through all, he keeps alert for danger, from both outside the group, and sadly, inside.
He puts the gem in his pouch, and then rests his right hand on the pouch - as much to maintain his vigilance against the gem as to disuade pickpockets.

Just a heads-up guys. My computer is crapping out, and won't connect to the internet currently. (I'm posting this from the public library.)
I'm scrambling to get back online, but I may be MIA for a few days.
Please feel free to NPC me as necessary until I get this problem figured out.

Fighting back his fear and revulsion, Arnulf scoops up the stone, hoping that the thick leather of his gauntlet will protect him from its taint.
He turns to Victor, leaning in close, and whispers in elvish, "Can you find out if this is the only evil in the room."
He turns to the rest of the room.
"Well, then. We've all been blessed this night. Pelor's grace is upon this place. Shall we finish our dinner?"

Arnulf, looking perplexed, gestures toward the stone, "Victor, would you be so kind as to guard that while we get to heart of the matter here? I fear that all is not as it seems."
He looks to the messenger, a sudden doubt troubling him, "Bright One, I do not understand. This fellow, while perhaps a bit lax on personal property issues, does not seem to be an evil man... Is it perhaps the stone that carries the evil?"
"Melardo's reaction seems genuine," he thinks to himself, "Perhaps I misread the warning. I'd best see to him ere his fear does him harm."

Arnulf's eyes widen in awe as he beholds a true messenger of Pelor. He feels that clairty that only comes when he is exactly where he needs to be. In a moment, the quiet, contemplative boy is gone, replaced by a true believer filled with the glory of his God and the strength of His Will.
"Do nothing," he says to his companions, "until we have heard what she has to say. She is one of Pelor's blessed messengers, and threatens no one of good intent."
With the words "infidel and opposer" still sounding loudly in his mind, he glowers at Melardo, and in a firm, clear voice says, "In Pelor's name, I demand to know what it was you were about to do and what you know of the veiled being we just saw. Speak carefully. I fear your soul is in peril, and with it, the lives and souls of all in this room." He rises, drawing his mace and holding it low and to his side, continues, "Step back from the edge, brother, and let us help you, for you stand on the brink of an abyss the likes of which I cannot fathom."

Arnulf looks around the shadowed room, waiting for a feeling to come to him. Is this where he is supposed to be? Everything has looked too normal, too settled. Even attacks in the hills by monsters shouldn't have...
He realizes that he is questioning the will of Pelor, and after a silent prayer of penitance, whispers, "He will show me what it is when He deems the time right. Until then..." he raises his voice enough to address his companions, "...a beer and a meatpie sound good to me."
He looks around for an empty table with enough room for the company.

Arnulf nods, and says, "Yes, well, as Pelor says, 'There must be strength within if strength is to be given.' And actually, in the seminary we were required to eat our chair legs without gravy. It gave is character."
He smiles, and follows his companions to the inn.
On the way, he watches Amergin and his friend, trying to get a sense for the "crown prince". He didn't particularly believe the story of recovered stolen jewelry, but at the same time, felt that too many royals spent too much gold on such fripperies, when some portion of their people starved, so he didn't really care, one way or the other.
Perhaps he could convince the fellow to doante it to charity.

Arnulf doesn't have any real input where we are in the story. He's not the type to get bent about someone stealing some jewels, so he's just patiently waiting for things to get settled.
While a lot of real time has passed since this plot thread started to ravel, in game terms, almost no time has passed.
Conversations are like that.
I'd like to see a little faster dialog going on, sure, but I'm okay to wait until things start swirling again.
Additionally, we're in the weekend, and from what I've been reading in a lot of other PbP areas, most people (not me, mind you, I'm checking my PbP games about 5 times a day) have more to do on the weekends than type into a computer.

That's what I got. I'm just kind-ve waiting to see what's going on.
Not really involved in the current scene.

Arnulf puts his hand on Jinnerth's shoulder and says, "Pelor's blessing on you, friend Jinnerth. You have my thanks for your welcome and your help."
He follows his companions' gazes, seeing nothing unusual, but sensing some tension in Amergin, not the feeling of impending danger, but something...
He pauses, ignoring the rumble of his long-neglected stomach.

Arnulf glances at his companions, clears his throat and says, "My name is Brother Arnulf, a priest of Pelor, and these are my companions, Amergin, a bard, and Sir Victor, a paladin-errant. We have travelled far, and having heard of the noteworthy hospitality of this fair town, thought to stop here, take our ease, and determine where next we would go and what we would do."
He pauses, looking intently at the cluster of guards before turning his gaze upon Jinnreth and quietly asks, "Tell me, has there been any trouble here lately?"