Creil Bevier
Human
Paladin
I doth not judge thee, that is god's place. I doth simply arrange thy meeting.
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Post by Creil Bevier on Jul 27, 2005 9:04:15 GMT -5
Creil took the silver circlet, gently wrapping it in cloth and stowing it securely in his saddlebag. He turned to Ramona and bowed, the movement made somewhat awkward by the encumberment of his armour, and was accompanied by a variety of squeaks and scrapings. "Mine thanks, my lady. May fortune guide thee through these troubled times, as god guides me." He smiled as he stood, "Wouldst thou not consider conversion to the true faith?" He laughed, knowing the answer already, but it was worth a try, and he would be able to tell his bretheren in good faith that he had made the effort, should they ask. Creil held out one thick, armoured hand, "An it please thee, we shall meet again my lady. Till then, i take my leave." He smiled warmly.
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Ramona
Drow Spider Queen
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Post by Ramona on Jul 28, 2005 22:55:42 GMT -5
Ramona watched him stow her gift safely away, hoping he would truly seek her out, should he desire her help in anything dealing with Rit.
“”I thank thee Sir Bevier, for your attempt, however I must decline, my own faith will not be swayed so easily.” She replied, offering him a soft smile.
She then took his offered hand, laying hers on top his and gave a royal curtsy, her eyes never leaving his own. “Yes, until we meet again, Friend.” She finished, her voice soft, nearly tragically saddened at their departure.
It was true, she hated to part just now, but knew he should make it through those hideous gates before the sun set, and likewise, perhaps she should be returning to her underground world where she was safe.
“Remember to hear my words, Rit is sneaky and deceitful, do not underestimate him. Though I know you are powerful and have a keen mind, so does his lordship. Best of luck to you, and may your God guide your every step.” She said then in farewell.
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Creil Bevier
Human
Paladin
I doth not judge thee, that is god's place. I doth simply arrange thy meeting.
Posts: 171
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Post by Creil Bevier on Jul 29, 2005 3:11:51 GMT -5
Creil smiled warmly once more, as he noisily mounted his big grey roan. A look of sadness flickered momentarily across his face as he wheeled his horse to face the worn, dirt road, "Farewell, freind. I thank thee, and may we meet anon." He said, his voice quiet and thick. With that, he raised his lance, setting the but in the stirrup, and the bright blue pennon snapped gleefully in the fitful breeze. His eyes on the gates of Rhyfaugh, Creil drove his heels into his war horses flanks, and he set off at a canter down the slope towards the city. He hated goodbye's, and always thought the best way to deal with them, was to run away, before he did anything foolish that could make people think less of him.
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