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"I know of Benandonner, but not of the Fachan, but I am willing to give this a try. Giant or not I will try anything to move forward. What do the rest of you think?"
Having quietly sat and listened to the exchange whilst eating, Ruadhan stands up and moves to check on King McGovern , conscious that if Aoife may be about to lose the last thing of her brother's, she shouldn't lose her father's spirit too. The King secured, Ruadhan joins in. "Lord Abarta, I think I speak for us all when I say we are only too ready to return to our world, with the exception of homes like this, it has not been a pleasant time here for us. I will stay here longer for I must try to save my wife, and either return her to our world, or let her have a chance to be saved and redeemed by the religion I follow. My friends have decided to put aside their wish to return home for a bit longer to help me and this is why we also find ourselves trying to rescue King McGovern as well. If you have any knowledge that may help us to do this deed then we would be grateful, and to pay for this and the spear we would consider whatever you might suggest, we have little to offer other than what might be achieved by the strength of our arm or wit of our brain, so please tell us what it is that may be sufficient."
Unaware of the importance of the host, but impressed by what his friends know, and also fascinated by the comparative dimensions of the house, Ruadhan draws on his experience with the Fian to beat his most polite. "Greetings Abarta and thank you for your hospitality in this somewhat inhospitable land. You have a great home, although it seems well camouflaged. It would seem my friends know of you and your deeds, which must have been great indeed, I would very much like to hear of them.
Sorry crazy holiday packing, and flying tomorrow. Should be able to post Monday.
"This would be Portballintrae if we were home, a small village, but more than just one house. Means we are getting close to the Giant's Causeway. "
Ruadhan stiffens at Aoife's comments and stares into the distance as he thinks, his eyes water and a single tear runs down his cheek. Taking hold of himself once more, he speaks slowly as if he is having to force the words out. "I want my wife freed from this place more than anything, but we owe debts and I won't see my friends and a country that was prepared to take me in, go down because I lost focus. We get the spear and then if it all goes wrong, one of us gets out of here with one or both of the weapons to save Largay and Prince.. now King Fintan. Then we go for my wife and for your father Aoife."
"All the more reason not to sacrifice yourself. Come, let's tie, him if we can, it won't be dignified, but than he can at least be no risk yo us." Looking for something to tie and gag the restless dead king, Ruadhan will sacrifice strips of his cloak if needed. With that he will push to get them moving again.
Exciting stuff, hard work too. Good luck! Sorry, Adge is an alias from a different game, must have used it by accident and didn't catch it.
Not recognising the restless dead as anything other than another spirit residing here, Ruadhan is surprised when Aoife calls out. Recognising the tone of anguish from his own, he quickly places himself between Aoife and the hungry spirit. Placing his hands on her shoulders and trying to look her in the eyes, he trusts to the others to guard his back. "Aoife, he cannot tell us anything, like those we met at my old home. All we can hope to do is hurry back and hear the nature of his passing from those we left behind. I cannot and will not tell you to grieve or not, but let us be away from this place first."
"Aoife, thank you, although u hope we do not all face such hardship and risk. It would hurt me to find her and lose one of you. You hold on to that for now, you have shown you can use it and my skills lie more with blocking blows than giving them. "
Good point I missed that
Eventually getting fed up of the futility of his work, Ruadhan throws the brittle materials to the ground. "I'll take the first watch. Get some sleep."
Yep, a rest and a move on sounds good.
When Thorun falls to the ground, Ruadhan tries to move to catch him, but just doesn't have the speed. Pulling his shield round, he places himself between the goddess and Thorun and looks to Aoife, an encouraging grin trying to mask his fear for her. When Aoife is buffeted to the ground, he starts forward, stopping when she rises again. Even knowing Aoife's fighting abilities, his jaw drops at the ease with which she lops off the hag's head, but recovers in time to stand over Thorun, mentally ringing his hands as Sister Cobhlaith prays. Practically ecstatic at Sister Cobhlaith's affirmation that he still lives, Ruadhan sets to barking orders. "Aoife, take a seat, you took a big hit there, but keep an eye on the body, I don't trust much here. Sister, keep doing whatever you are doing, just keep him alive. Daire, get a fire going if you can, but keep it small and smokeless if you can. I'm going to work on something to move Thorun if we need to move quick."
"I'm not sure that would work, even if I could throw you, and she would get the blade whilst we did that. I will try and slow or break his fall, you get the blade and be ready to fight. I think that is all we can do for now."
I have to admit I was leaning more to the "catching". How high up are they?
Ruadhan swings wildly, but misses the rapidly moving goddess, before her bolt comes lashing down. Evading the larger part it still clips him. Stuck on the ground he desperately tried to hurl his javelin at the crone, but the storm winds foil his throw.
"I said do not hurt them!" Charging forward, next to Thorun, Ruadhan lashes out and lands a minor cut
For the longest time, Ruadhan has fought the feelings within him. He knew what Daire would become and what he would perceive and yet here stands Aine returned to him. As logic and love warred within him, he several times bwgan to speak, only for his voice to crack with longing. Tears ran down the side of his face for a while until he cuffed them away, and it was all he could do to follow his wife without doing anything that his brain said would give them away. As the goddess spoke to Aine seeing somebody else, Ruadhan almost broke his silence to question her foolishness in not seeing Aine, and he had to bite his lip hard enough to draw blood in order to stop himself, attributing it to the fey of this place. Then as the potion began to fail, the charm failed and Ruadhan just felt hugely embarrassed and bereft once again, staying silent as he fought his emotions and the goddess began to rage the others trying to calm her.
Really sorry, the getting the house on the market, accompanying DIY and a busy run of callouts at work left me too tired to face creative thinking, particularly as it got more and more posts that I had missed. Posting now.
Sorry, really struggling to post at the moment, brain fried with impromptu rush to get house on the market!!
"I for one can certainly understand longing for your spouse, and i would part with a lot for the same. As the others say what is the cost?"
"As my friends have already said thank you for food and safety which has already helped us so much. Perhaps you can give us an idea of her strengths and weaknesses, be they so slight as underestimating people, from there perhaps a plan can be worked out. Perhaps also you could offer some insight into the Morrigan for it is to her I must plea to save my wife, futile though it may be."
Yeah, it has been quite scary how quickly they could fund raise for this compared to other things. People's priorities can be rather sad sometimes.
Ruadhan sits and eats, mostly in silence, as he is almost overwhelmed by the wonder of finding such a place as this in such a dead world as surrounds it. Meanwhile his mind battles with ideas of alternative gods and how that works with the Christian faith and it's belief in one true God and the danger of worshiping idols. He questions himself as he considers the implications of what he now contemplates doing, does using the help of the faye to try and bring his wife back from death and her rightful punishment under Christian law mean that he is crossing a line, is he forsaking something by doing this, is he accepting that other religions may have power and potentially be more helpful than his own. All this batters around in his head, never quite resolving itself one way or another, whilst he pays slight attention to the on going conversation. As Aoife finishes her part with a dramatic flourish, the impact is ruined by Ruadhan blurting out, "And i now seek to find my wife and save her." his face reddens at realising the impropriety of the timing of his comment, but yet that same face shows the stubbornness and surety of his plan.
It looks like less damage to the lower areas than might have been expected. Mostly just the roof and the transept came down, with the stone ceiling in the choir and nave holding, thereby protecting everything below it. (Which would probably include a lot of the woodwork, which is often in the choir,if the cathedral I know is anything to go by)
Yeah me too, and as a firefighter I pity the local fire fighters too. That will be one hell of a tough job, with a lot of pressure on them and be highly scrutinised afterwards, all the time with the wishing there was more they could do. I used to cover Westminster Abbey and going there on just a false alarm was always scary enough, even in a stone building, there were so much wood, and a lot of that with huge historical significance.
"Well i wasn't suggesting it should be me, by the way of things I would have thought Daire would have known more about it, still I will see if I can gather some of this grass and fashion something to burn it on whilst we walk around the cairn at the top. I do not know how our religion would see this Sister, but I am beginning to come round to an idea that I once heard "if all truths come from god, then it is only likely that some good and morally strong will come across those truths from another angle. They are not blessed by knowing God's love as we do but they know some of his truths just the same." Perhaps such is the way of the gods of this world, they are merely beings that have stumbled upon some of God's truths, thereby serving him whether they know or not."
The brighter day and particularly the return of birdsong refresh Ruadhan in a way he hadn't even imagined he needed, and although he remains alert, his muscles relax their tension just a fraction.
Ruadhan just about remembers the stories of the children of lir, but he drifts out at the philosophical debate about changing history.
Hey, welcome back!
Ruadhan nods along with Daire and Aoife "Ay, that sounds like the story. Best we make a dedication when we get there too."
"I would have thought so to, but I now know that it is possible for her to have another chance at salvation. Either way, anything must be better than this place and being one of them. Jesus died for our sins, and teaches forgiveness, perhaps if I can give her another chance, then repentance will be enough. "
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Well it is possible then, which is a start. It would seem the Morrigan is where I start, and unless I am lucky, then where I finish to!
His heart rising at the idea that he may be able to save Aine, but shivering at the idea of dealing with the Morrigan, Ruadhan speaks out loud.
Ruadhan chews slowly on the fresh fish, savouring the taste in such a place where all other senses seem muted. Meanwhile his mind flicks over the facts of their current quest and as ever thoughts of his wife Aine intrude. As the sudden clarity floods in and he sees all knowledge laid out in front of him, Ruadhan tries to focus on the task in hand, but he just can't resist the question. How can I save Aine's soul from the Morrigan?
Saved before he had become too short of breath and panicked, Ruadhan is nonetheless glad to be free of the creatures grip, fighting for your life in a medium you can't breath is never fun! However the manner of his rescuing continues to reinforce his burgeoning faith. Pulling himself from the water and helping the others out, he moves away from the water's edge, before sitting down. Ever practical, after a quick prayer and binding the bite marks, he is on his feet again looking for wood to make a fire to dry out the wet ones. "Firstly, thanks to you all for pulling me clear and particularly to God for giving our sister here the power to drive it off. As we saw that our blades barely touched that thing, we really do need the sword, but we need to look after ourselves first. Let us set up camp, get a fire going and search for something to eat in this place. Then let us get some sleep. We can think while we work and start the search for the maiden and the hag tomorrow."
Cheers Daire, I was sure that I had tried that, but it seems to be working now, so I will give it a go tonight.
Beating at the head of the creature with the pommel of his sword seems to do nothing as Ruadhan remains unable to tear himself free.
Ruadhan struggles in the monster's grip, but the teeth are sunk too deeply.
Round 2 As the creature turns to face Ruadhan, it's movement causes Ruadhan's blade to go wide, but brings the creatures nose right into line with Ruadhan's shield punch. "If memory serves, the stories usually mentioned a mate, let's hope not, but be prepared."
Sudden Block: As an immediate action, you can expend one use of mythic power to hinder a melee attack made against you or an adjacent ally. Add your tier to your AC or the ally’s AC against this attack. The creature making the attack must make two attack rolls and take the lower result. Once the attack is resolved, you or your ally (your choice) can make one melee attack against the creature. The damage from this attack bypasses all damage reduction
Vocally bemoaning the missed opportunity to draw funny faces on Aoife and Daire's faces, Ruadhan is glad to move away from the enchanting song and see them come back to their senses and prays deeply along eith sister Cobhlaith for God's protection.
Ruadhan joins in the silent prayer, opening his confused thoughts of his wife in this place up to God, in the hope of some clarity. Whilst the others sleep soundly, Ruadhan's is disturbed as his mind battles with how religion sees his wife as a sinner and yet how he feels. Waking rested but not refreshed he takes the lead until the supernaturally fast Thorun is recovered. From his position at the front, Ruadhan is one of the first to hear the beautiful song, but it doesn't penetrate the churning cogs of his brain, except to raise his alertness as he scans for the source.
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