I would love to join your group and can move Ed up a level if selected.
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Very interested. Will rework and submit once it matches your character sheet and set up.
That does sound very interesting.
As the names are announce Ederzand becomes excited and hopeful, I am definitely in there is no other choice for protection that can do what I can do. as the names are finished for the first time his shoulders slump and feels quite dejected, and then a call for more on another mission and his hopes rise again. Once the final name is mentioned and he hears Erimeril's complaints he turns to her and states in a soft tone, Well congratulations Erimeril, at least you will be doing something. I guess it is back to the temple for me. Raised there, live there, die there. I guess that is my lot in life. Well good fortune to you and my the gods protect you always. He slowly gets up from the table and moves towards the door with a blank look on his face. I may never find a place for myself or a family of my own Ederzand closes the door and looks up as the rain falls upon his face streaming down his chin and it is not noticed because of the rain as his tears fall and he walks away.
Looking to Gramlag and nodding Ederzand feels a bit ashamed for hisown assumptions. You are most correct honorable dwarf. Ederzand turns to the young lass and bows his head. Forgive me young lady. I am Elderzand. Pkease tell me how you came to be here Edezand smiles warmly. These masters have gathered a large and diverse group. I only pray they allow me to participate. And pray if they choose this young child i be allowed as well to ensure her safety.
Slightly distracted by the girl Ederzand fails to respond when the topic turns interestingly on battle. This girl has to be with someone she said her father is he around. I can not think one so young would be given a task of taking on bandits and monsters. upon hearing the talk from the halfling about not giving up snaps him out of his daze. My good halfling, Rockne was it not? It is wise to prepare and one should always give his or her all when battling a foe, but the wise old warrior is one that also knew when he was over matched and decided to retreat. Ones heart may be in the boneyard if it stops beating. turning to the little girl, Yes my child are you here with your father that you spoke of? Ederzand smiles genuinely with compassion and concern for the safety of the little girl.
Ederzand watches as Gird comes towards the group talking and smiles as he stands near bows his head slightly and begins to speak, Good evening sir, I am Ederzand cleric of Sarenrae. It does seem as if those attending have grown very numerous. Some suggest that we may have to show our merit against each other. I don’t believe that this will happen for it would seem unwise to injure any of the ones chosen to tame the wild lands they wish us to. Ederzand suddenly turns this attention to the boisterous two who have entered the hall. And still more arrive and even more diversity. I hope that I am more right than wrong on the possibility to fight here against these good people. I could not in good conscious do that for they have wronged no one. Turning to Gird and Morvan after the Hobgoblin make the comment about the sheath looking quite confused. It does not look as if the Hobgoblins sword needs another sheath. I do not believe his intention is honorable. We must keep an eye on these two… do you not think. At the suggestion by Erimriel of the drinking game Ederzand bows his head I am sorry but I do not partake in liquors of any kind, but will be happy to assist any that need healing afterward. Smiling after what he believes is a clever joke he flags down a servant, If it pleases you and you can accommodate I would like a black tea mixed with a bit of honey and mint and then chilled. Thank you
Ederzand notices the dark haired young lady's gait change as she moves towards the group. It seems she may have hurt her hip the way it just started to move out more. Should i offer healing. No if she needs it she will ask.
Turning to Erimriel By Dawnflower's grace i do not believe they will have us fight any who stand in the hall. I for one will not spill innocent blood and i see nothing wrong anyone here has done.
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Seeing the group around him grow larger makes Ederzand a little nervous. He is definitely not used to being around so many people all vying for chance to shine as it were. Hearing the Half-Orc Ederzand nods in agreement. I believe you are correct. We must work to help those that can be redeemed and act swiftly against those that can not. looking at Snotboogie. I do believe that you and your friend have been wronged but the good Khargol is correct. You can not try and perform vengeance upon those that have wronged you with out trying and work it out first. But I am sure your friend will be fine. Turning to see the raven haired beautiful woman walk through the crowd he is struck more by her grace than by her beauty. How do people move so gracefully like that I always feel so clumsy especially in this armor. He is snapped back at hearing Erimriel speak. Almost blushing at Erimriel's question he blurts his answer out almost without even thinking. I have had much experience in the way of healing and giving blessing, but have only tested my merit with my sword and shield in the practice ring
Looking to the goblin No the temple where I was raised was quite small and in the country. We took care of the sick and blessed crops. Our fires would be much smaller than those of a grand temple of which you spoke. Ederzand purposefully skates the discussion on the drugs, Drugs corrupt the mind and soul. This little one needs a guiding presence in his life. Sarenrae I pray you can help him. turning to the lady I must agree with you Erimriel, I would think it aggravating if they brought us here only to not allow us to accomplish something. I have lived my life waiting for an opportunity like this and I would not want it to pass me by only to have someone else succeed where I was not given the chance. He looks down at his hands quickly and then turns his attention back to the others. I must say this waiting is making me anxious to find out the Lord's decision Looking up to see what the commotion is at the door Ederzand see the half-orc enter and then looks at the others. And still more arrive. How much longer do you think this will be?
Looking down at the little goblin Oh you are correct my little friend I do worship Sarenrae the Dawnflower. Compassion and peace are her greatest virtues so it does not surprise me that a follower helped you we believe that if a soul can be redeemed we should do so and if not may the fires and sword of Sarenrae act swiftly. By the way I am Ederzand. Seeing the goblins plight Ederzand wishes he could do something but alas he is no locksmith. Sorry, to see you still in chains but I do not have the abilities to get those off of you.
Chuckling Ederzand looks at the Nagaji
draconic:
You talk of skin He looks at his hands the silver sheen sparkles lightly in the nearby fire light.
What makes you think my skin is soft. And I look no more human than you do. No it is that you would use your prejudice against him and call him vile when I am sure the same has been done to you. That is why I said what I did.
Keeping his smile bright he politely nods at the Nagaji. Turning to Morvan Oh do you think it will be that way. I have trained much at the temple but have not ventured far from there. I spent a lot of time learning to forge weapons though I know only how to use a few. The art is both rewarding and relaxing. But the chance to do this is very exciting and I hope that I am found worthy.
Ederzand moves over to where a man and woman are talking. The woman looks very strong and her eyes lend to being an Aasimar, or at least Ederzand believes so and now wishes to know if he is correct. As he moves towards Erimriel and Morvan he passes the two kobalds and Nagaji and flashes a smile at them as he passes and speaks to them in Draconic draconic:
You three of all here should be willing to give a goblin the benefit of the doubt rather than be racist. You should really apologize to the little guy.
Without stopping he continues to stride over to Erimriel and Morvan and stands straight up his long silver hair flowing down his back and over his shield. Good evening M’lady and good sir. I am Ederzand. It seems that there is quite a range of invitees here do either of you know how the final selections will be made?
Ederzand smiles warmly at them both hoping to break the ice and gain friendly relations with these two.
Ederzand slowly climbs the stairs his mind racing at the possibility of joining the expedition to the savage lands. His stark white hair flows behind him as he nears the guards at the double doors. As he reaches them he bows his head and then raises it to look at the guards and hands one his papers that prove he belongs here. I humbly submit my invitation and thank Sarenrae and the Swordlords for this opportunity. Ederzand smiles genuinely at the guards and his bright blue eyes shine as he does so. He feels quite honored that the Temple elders have given him the chance to represent them on this mission and his desire to honor that trust almost over comes his own desires. As the guards give him leave to enter, the tall silver skinned man strides through the double doors and looks at all the others that have been called. There are so many here and many of races he never thought would be here. The Swordlords have taken their time to invite all these representatives in the hopes of finding just a few to accomplish their goals. Gaining entry to the group who will ultimately venture forth will be difficult. Ederzand’s holy symbol of the Dawnflower is clearly visable upon his chest and he looks around to see if other clerics of Sarenrae believers are among those in attendance. He walks in looking for a place to stand or sit whichever is appropriate while at the same time he continues to look at the others and listening for any conversations he can pick up on. He feels somewhat silly wearing his shining unscratched chainmail, but the elders told him that he should. His Scimitar at his side did feel right and he kept his hand close by it for no other reason than his hand needed a place to be.
Cloistered cleric dying to experiece the world gets the chance when he is sent as the reprentative of sarenrae by his elders. Let me know if everything looks good. |