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Sad Rock walks away from Junia's place unsure about what was accomplished, and what was helped kept hidden. To Sad, truth matters most when it eases pain and suffering...and his actions today revealed some truths and eliminated some suffering. That was good. Sad nods vigorously at that conclusion. However, truth was also hidden. Others decided to destroy truth because it was convenient, because it was hiding a truth that might have been better exposed. And for that, Sad hangs his head glumly. * * * When they To Lilybeth: "Okay now. We do good work. Sad let you sex him good now...just like other Calistrians. Sad pay good gold. But no books in bed. No reading in bed. Only sexing." To Edmund: "Sad like your heart. You like Sad, only not see true sorrow in everything. Someday you see as Sad sees. There is only sorrow." To Leia: "Sad like your shoes. Also, you need talk more." To Davnet: "Sad not get know you very well. Maybe next mission." Sad offers his meaty fists to all for a Lastwall fistbump, his ritual greeting/goodbye.
Sad sits glumly in the courtyard of the Pathfinder Grand HQ, waiting for his next mission. He, like he always truly is, is alone. And sad.
Sad looks to J, then to Davnet. "We should take J back home. No need to put her into danger," Sad says worriedly. "If we explore as packminders, we don't need to risk Junia." Sad looks at Lily. "Maybe we bury bodies upstairs in dirt. Good dirt, good bury!" Sad seems excited to maybe do some digging. Sad likes digging. Quiet peaceful happy digging.
Sad de-glums briefly as Cassiel's ghost is confirmed gone and the party was successful. He continues to protect J all the way back to her home. He seems somewhat more cheerful for having done some good in the world...this one time. "Hey, I don't feel the same heaviness over here anymore either. I wonder if Cassiel's departure has anything to do with that. Do you think the haunts will return? You guys really did an amazing job in the necropolis." Sad shakes his head, not sure why J is surprised. "See? Sad told you. Sad *not* monster. Sad good packminder," Sad says again, having finally made his point.
"Those were kind words, Sad Rock. Are all of your people as gentle and poetic as you? " Sad Rock looks confused as J speaks. My people? "Sad don't have people. Sad lone oread making lone trip across life...until Sad die alone," Sad replies. "Most people that I have met in my life were focused on their position and defending that from anyone else. Not much room for gentleness or kindness." Sad smiles at the compliment, momentarily freed of glum. He tries to explain. "Sad not protect you J from bad things. Sad help you realize monster not under bed, but in your head." Sad puts hand on J's face, connecting. "Sad gentle and kind because Sad fight that battle all the time." "Now J, let us go below. Sad with you."
"Death is the same as birth. We each experience it alone." Egmund shares philosophically. "If Sad were dead, Sad wouldn't be sad, Sad wouldn't be glad, but Sad wouldn't be," Sad murmurs in return, grabbing a body by the arms and bringing it to the surface. Sad bows his head over the first body. "Let your tears come, let the tears water your soul," Sad says over the first. "Sleep. Only now will you know peace or happiness," Sad says over the second. "Life is the whisper of death," Sad says over the body of the third. He is ready to move on and returns to protecting J.
Sad groans the deaths, but smiles briefly as the magic items were recovered. "This is why life sad. People always dying alone...just like Sad alone," Sad says, parsing out the magics to others. He needs none of it himself and is happy to allow others to take the goods. "We bury bodies now or later? Maybe move to graveyard for now?" Sad asks, assuming any gruntwork is his alone. Sad drags the bodies out of the stairwell, closing their eyes (if he can), and crossing their arms peacefully. He is ready to continue on.
"Did you buy that wand from a Cayden ite cleric?" he is finally able to sputter. Sad looks confused. "No, from Church of AssMode. They say that AssMode Deus is good god. They give me wand because they like Sad Rock," Sad explains as he puts away his wand. Sad Rock waits with J, silently except for the scratching of his ass.
Sad Rock reacts too late to cover J's body with his own, his shield coming up lamely and lately as the stone falls and earth rocks. "Bad rock! Bad rock! Not my fault! Sad *not* monster!" Sad yells in confusion and worry. After digging himself and J out of the rubble, Sad draws his happy stick (wand of CLW, not that other thing you freakzoid) and heals J first, then himself, then Eggman. "Sad Rock sorry!" J:
Egg:
SR:
Sad Rock politely rejects the haunt siphons, claiming that his club works just fine...for everything. He also politely refuses the offer of mage armor as he paid good money for the long, slowing breastplate he wears and he isn't going to believe it might not be useful...that would be foolish. Sad Rock sticks near J, continuing to protect her as best he can. He puts his shield on, expecting more danger. "Sad ready go explore more," Sad expresses his willingness to go on.
Sad Rock shifts on his feet when the talk of family and mothers and fathers are discussed. He misses his. A lot. But there is no time for Sad's sad now, only duty. No, there is no time for dwelling on how much Sad longs to hear that his father and mother are proud of him, or how much they miss him, or that there are people in the world who love him. No, Sad is not important like that at all.
Sad Rock backs out of the area, keeping his eyes on bad celery plant and keeping J safe. When they leave the gardens, he begins to walk to their actual destination, the Underwater Center For Children Who Can't Swim So Good And Wanna Learn To Die Horribly Good Too.
Taking a queue from the Wise Davnet, Sad Rock points his finger, utters an incantation of divine power and shoots streams of fresh water about. "Sad have water too. Good water, not yucky dead school water," Sad says proudly. His oread's brow is knit with concentration as he sprays, his mouth upturned with a brief spate of joy.
Sad Rock backs J out of the area. Know (Nature) "Yeah, we not go here. Bad plants like Sad said. Calistrian want to be nice to bad plant, but bad plant, like celery is bad plant," Sad grumbles. "But no one listen to Sad Rock. They say 'Sad Rock is monster,' but Sad *not* monster. Sad know bad plant. Sad know." Sad continues to move J out of the affected/threatened area.
"Multiple Options: A:Blah. B:Blahblah. C:Blahblahblah." Sad looks at the bad plant then at Lilybeth. "No, another option: trim back the plant so it no longer hurt people. Bad plant is bad plant. Will grow back, maybe gooder." Sad Rock reaches around for his shield, attaching it to his arm. "Not kill, just trim."
"There can be good celery." Sad swallows his angry retort, but then it comes out anyway. Sad angers visibly, as if the oread doesn't know that celery is wrong and bad and evil. As if it was even debatable! "Sad not monster and that bad plant!" Sad points with his club, considering taking out his shield and donning it.
Know (Nature)
Sad waddles in, taking in the plants with a practiced eye. He sniffs and looks and sniffs again. He moves closer to J and draws his club. "Calistrian Librarian is right. Plant not good plant, like carrot. Plant bad plant, like celery," Sad confirms correctly. "Not good plant." He looks at Eggman, wondering what to do. He wants to protect J and find what the Red Lion guards.
Majordomo Pip indicates the door to the east. "Would you see what I have been working on?" Sad Rock is eager to see what the Majordomo has been working on, but remains steadfast in his dedication to protect J, so he stays waddling by her side. "Sad want see what you have do, Major Dodo," Sad remarks, offering a smart salute to the military herbalist.
Sad Rock waddles up to the thorn tree, his agile breastplate making his progress slow. "Okay, chicken, you not hurt too much," Sad says, approaching the tree and trying not to choke his chicken. "Soon you be food." Know (Nature) - thorn tree Sad will tie his chicken to the tree.
Oh, Maximo! How did you get so high of level? I remember when you were the same level as Sad Rock...oh, about 2.5 years ago! Geez, has it been so long!?! (Sad is still lvl 4.) /me weeps for the passage of time, for lack of the darkness upon which to stare, dreams of mortality, fleeing delusions of competence, and of sad rocks.
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