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Vynlastian's smile falls. "I hope it doesn't come to that. While I fail to see how my presence would prevent anything from happening, I still wish you luck. May the Inheritor watch over you." At that, Vynlastian rides off at a quick but steady pace, making for Lepipstadt.
Vynlastian spins to face Daveak. "There isn't a later with this! I only have a few days, just over a week on the outside to get there and back. I heard you, yes. Necromancy, and the only reason I feel comfortable enough to leave to do this, is that you are as concerned as you are." Vynlastian's face softens. "Daveak. You're a good man, I can see that. I know that you will do everything in your power to prevent any kind of calamity form occurring, and if one does, to prevent the damage from being too severe. So trust me when I say that I trust you to take care of things. As much as I dislike the soldier and his companions, and as much as I distrust the rat-man, I know that you are surrounded by capable folk. None of us would be here if the Professor didn't think so. The town will be fine in my absence. But I need to do this. This country has seen so much death, if I can relieve some of it, I will. I'll be back soon." He turns, and whistles for Arnisant, climbs into the saddle, and looks back to Daveak, a reassuring smile on his face. "I promise."
Vynlastian looks at Daveak, and sighs. "I do not give out my word as though it were a crust of bread. If I did, it would mean little. So when I promise to do something, I do it. The man who died didn't need to. His death could have been prevented, and I know none of you want to hear it, but his blood is on your hands," Vynlastian walks right up to Daveak, his eyes blazing with a holy light. "But I'm the one cleaning up your collective mess. Your recklessness led to Crutumal Carter's death. Did you know he had a name? A life? A family? What will they do if I go back on my word? How do you think they will get by? His death didn't need to happen, and I will be DAMNED before I let your carelessness ruin another life. So I'm going to go to Lepipstadt. I'm going to get that priest. I'm going to set things right. If you seek to bring further shame on yourselves as a scholar or a soldier in the Prince's army, or whatever else, then fine. But expect a reckoning upon my return. Because Justice doesn't care who you are, or where you come from. Only your deeds are weighed. I would advise you to behave lest you find your deeds wanting." He turns to head out the door, muttering something about wasted time as he does so, and then he's gone.
Vynlastian stops Arnisant about twenty minutes after leaving, and swears lightly upon the realization that he neglected to mention his destination. He then turns around and rides back to Ravengro. He get's to Kendra's house, and walks inside. "it has occurred to me that I didn't mention from where I was going to procure this resurrection. I have to go to Lepipstadt for a priest who had the strength of will and faith required to bring one back from the dead. I will be gone a little more than a week, and upon my return, I will perform any sort of recompense you require of me for leaving against your father's wishes. But I gave my word, as a knight of Lastwall, and a paladin of Iomedae to save this man's life. My apologies for leaving so abruptly." He then waits for a moment for comments and questions.
we haven't gotten too far, basically, you guys are going over the books that the will stipulates you guys take to Lepipstadt in one month's time, meanwhile you are to remain in Ravengro and help Kendra with whatever. While this is going on, Vynlastian is on the road to Lepipstadt to find a priest of sufficient power to bring the man Gulvzin killed back from the dead, as he sees it as a great injustice that a man's life was so unnecessarily cut short. So, tabs called the "Raise Dead quest" apply to me, everything else is you guys. I hope that helps!
Vynlastian takes heart in the beauty around him, and chooses to take the warmth of the sun as a sign that his goddess approves of his actions. He offers a small prayer to Iomedae, and then continues on his way, careful to avoid the children so as not to interrupt their game, and more importantly, so as not to run them down. As he rides, he sings a hymn to Iomedae
Vynlastian rises from the couch and approaches Kendra. "I realize this goes against your father's final request, but I regret I must leave briefly. I promised the priests in the temple of Pharasma that I would procure a ressurection for Crutumal Carter, the man who was killed at the funeral. I will return as soon as I can." He turns to Daveak. "I'm entrusting Kendra's well being to you while I'm away. I trust you more than the others here. Considering I spent the last several years fighting orcs, that's saying something. Don't disappoint me." He then looks at Gulzin and Millard's entourage in turn. "I will return. Don't make me regret leaving." He pulls up his hood and wraps his cloak around himself, Crutumal's blood still drying, and walks out the door. He then walks to the inn, where Arnisant is stabled, and rides for Lepipstadt. All of this is done quickly in order to prevent anyone from protesting his actions. It's clear he is barely keeping his anger in check.
Vynlastian lets his hand drop to his side. "Could have been avoided? It should have! Your friend-" Vynlastian stops, takes a calming breath, and starts again in a lower volume. "Your friend allowed it to happen by egging it on. The only ones attempting to calm things down were myself and Kendra, unless your idea of diplomacy is killing someone and threatening another with their life. Take care of who you are friends with. Not everyone is as impressed by a fencing championship as you are, not me, and especially not the gods." Vynlastian looks into Sol's eyes as he says the last sentence, turns to Kendra, and excuses himself back to the drawing room.
Vynlastian grips his hand in a firm and unthreatening manner, and shakes it. "Sorry, I hadn't, I don't keep up with that sort of thing, my attention is mainly devoted to the needy of Ustalav. I've been here for two years on a pilgrimage to better the lives of those people scraping by here. Maybe I can do something to help end the long shadow of the Whispering Tyrant." He stops and thinks a moment. "And I would hardly call the funeral a mishap, a man died today."
Vynlastian follows behind everyone else, again, making sure he can see everyone.
Vynlastian walks into the room, moves to a corner where he can see everyone, and waits silently.
Vynlastian nods, and smiles. "I'll be back soon." And then he walks briskly out of the temple to attend the reading of the professor's will.
He lays the man down, and bows slightly, bringing his closed fist to his chest, over his heart, in a sort of salute."I give you my word that I will do everything in my power to help this man. I will exhaust every avenue. I will leave tonight, as soon as Petros Lorrimor's will is read. My presence was requested there, I will not dishonor his memory further." He turns to leave, but pauses. "The man. What is his name?"
Vynlastian looks crestfallen, and falling to his knees, he weeps for the man still in his arms. After a few moments, he rises to his feet, a look of resolution on his face, his eyes burning with divine light. "Then I will go to Lepipstadt. I will find a priest capable of returning this man to life. I will bring him back here to do so. I promise you this. In the meantime, however, where should I lay him down?"
"Please help him," Vynlastian says as he walks up. "He was killed in a fight that broke out at the funeral of Petros Lorrimor. There was nothing I could do, please, I'll do whatever it takes to give this man his life back."
Before he walks to the temple, Vynlastian nods grimly to Dorfen in thanks.
After the casket is wrangled to he ground, Vynlastian rushes to the side of Millard, and grabs his shoulder, spinning him around to face Vynlastian, whose face is contorted into a visage of divine fury. "What the Hells is wrong with you? A man is dead because you egged them on! All of this could have been avoided had you just held your tongue!" He points to the body of the man Gulzin killed. "His blood is on our hands! And you! He looks at Gulzin angrily. "I don't know where you got such a weapon, but he came at you with a farm tool! Why? Why would you respond with such force? What was the point of any of this senseless violence?" He walks slowly to Kendra. " I'm deeply sorry your father's funeral turned into this...catastrophe. If there is anything I can do to make up for this tragedy, let me know." He then takes off his cloak, lays it over the dead villager, and carries his body to the local temple of Pharasma, tears slowly rolling down his face. He hopes that maybe, just maybe, they can raise him from the dead. On his arrival, he offers to do anything in his power to pay for one, also explaining the circumstances of the man's death in full.
As does Vynlastian, saying as he does so, "Please, good people, can we not come to a peaceful solution? I implore you, lower your weapons and let us discuss this so we can avoid any needless violence!"
Vynlastian sees the potential conflict, and quickly speaks up, bringing up his halo. "Gentlemen, please, this is no time for threats, idle or otherwise. If you would hate to cause injury to these people or the Professor's memory, then don't bring it up." To the leader of the group, he says, "What is it that has you so upset? I can assure you this man has been nothing if not honorable. I would vouch for him, staking my honor as a knight-paladin of Lastwall."
Vynlastian says, " I will gladly take the Professor to his final rest."
Vynlastian approaches Kendra and gently places a hand on her arm, smiling with warm consolation. "I am deeply sorry for your loss. He was a good, honorable man." He then steps to the side, hiding his surprise at seeing another aasimar for another time.
I really like the picture, Gulzin, clever use of the goblin dog!
I am ready! Please note that I changed one of my traits from Reactionary to Armor Expert, and I have changed my skill bonuses to reflect my new Armor check penalty.
mike, you need one more non social trait.
not it's not, just horror themed. scary stuff happens, but we don't have to be scary.
Vynlastian is an Aasimar paladin from Lastwall. He was in Ustalav on a pilgrimage in devotion to Iomedae when he met Professor Lorrimor, and he just stayed to do what good he could, as he saw a need he felt he had to fill.He has a warhorse he dotes on (some would say spoils) named Arnisant, after the general who sacrificed his life to trap Tar Baphon in his tower at Gallowspire.
Scratch me playing Ionacu, I will be playing Vynlastian, I really wanted to play a Paladin. |