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 16, 2005 5:32:33 GMT -5
The day was bright, and Creil's well polished armour shone brightly in the sun, and he was almost blinding to look at. Clad in full armour, and astride his massive warhorse, he looked somewhat saintly as he rode towards the house of the Lords. As he approached the gate, two mailed footmen stepped forward, each carrying a long pike, which in turn carried several splotches of rust, "May i ask your buisness my lord?" one of the guardsmen said, shielding his eyes as he looked at Creil. "Indeed thou mayest, my son." Creil replied, "I seek an audience with the governer of the city, and thou shalt admit me." He said, matter of factly. The guards overcome by both his radiant visage, and stately manner, admitted him without further question. Creil dismounted, and handed the reins of his warhorse to a stable hand, "Care well for him, friend." Creil said, as he strode off in the direction of the main door. As creil approached, another two mailed guards came forward, this time carrying gleaming short swords, which were polished and sharp, much like the features of the two men. They seemed more ceremonial than anything else, and Creil doubted they could deny entry to on old fishwife. One of the guards held up a hand, "You cannot enter under arms, Sir Knight." Creil brushed his hand aside, and removed his gauntlet, to show a ring, which sat comfortable on his large, rough hands, which bore the insignia of the Holy Order, and his name was inscribed on the rim, "This ring doth entreateth me entry, lest thou art witless, or illiterate." He said, his tone menacing, "Or thou canst try to stop me." He said, placing his hand on the hilt of his massive broadsword suggestively. With that the guards swallowed hard, looked at each other for reassurance, but none came from either. Creil sighed and pushed his way past them, opening the door and walking in. He stopped a butler as he passed him in the hall, lifting his visor to speak to the man, showing his brilliant blue eyes, and long blond hair, "Prithee pardon, m good man, couldst thou show me to the lord of this house. I must see him on the instant." He said, in a friendly tone. The butler smiled, "Of course my lord, follow me." He said, as he led Creil up the steps at the far end of the hall, and to a large set of polished oak doors. The butler paused, "Your name and rank, my Lord?" He asked. "Creil Bevier, Knight Of the Holy Order." The butler opened the door, and announced Creil, "Your lordship, Creil Bevier of the Paladin Order." Creil stepped in through the doorway, wondering what sort of a man would be govorning the city.
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Rit Megliaf
Human Lord
Evil is just a fun way to do something good.
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Post by Rit Megliaf on Jul 17, 2005 19:03:18 GMT -5
Two things grabbed Rit's attention when the man first entered the room. The first of which was his order of course and the second was the symbol on the man's ring. He would surely punish his servants for letting this man enter as far as he did but first thing was first. If his guards noticed that this man was of religion then they would surely be mustering their forces ready to not let him leave. If they didn't then Rit was willing to take him on himself. If he couldn't, well there was a door in the back of the room and in it sat a powerful warrior. This warrior was an assassin of course whose income was fully from Rit.
But Rit couldn't show any of this resentment toward the man. He had to lure the man into false peace first and Rit was a master of Rhetoric. So mustering a warm smile on his face he looked at his guest. "Why do you grace me with your presence?" His words sounded as truthful as if they came from a man who could never lie.
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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 17, 2005 19:12:32 GMT -5
"Be not unduly tense, your lordship," Creil said, stepping closer to Rit, "I simply present myself to thee in good faith, and as an envoy from the Holy order in my home City - Dyllanea. It is far from here, and we have no contacts with a sister order in Rhyfaugh, I was sent to seek them out. However, as propriety doth demand, i present myself before the ruler of the city, to state my buisness, and offer my blessings." He said, deliberately replacing his gauntlet as he spoke.
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Rit Megliaf
Human Lord
Evil is just a fun way to do something good.
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Post by Rit Megliaf on Jul 17, 2005 19:30:12 GMT -5
A burden was lifted from Rit as the man spoke. "I thank you for seeking me out but at the moment I am most busy." And as he spoke he wrote something down on a piece of parchment and signed it. "You must forgive my guards for their strictness. These are times of great worry and they are on their toes." He handed the parchment to the Paladin. "Show this to the guards and they will let you exit."
He would let the man go, possibly. He did not wish to create too much of a mess in his mansion.
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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 17, 2005 19:37:10 GMT -5
"Let?" Creil laughed, "Perhaps i did not make myself clear, my lord - I am a Brother Confessor of the holy order, a batallion of thy men could not stand in mine way. I am here now, to aid the sick, help the poor, and feed the masses. God stands with me, and all hell cannot stop me from accomplishing my task, though i would rather i had thy support, your lordship." He said, his tone unreadable, "Surely thou dost care for thy citizens? I would imagine they would be most unsettled to hear you had prevented me from bringing them aid and the sermons of god." He said in the same, unreadable tone.
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Rit Megliaf
Human Lord
Evil is just a fun way to do something good.
Posts: 76
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Post by Rit Megliaf on Jul 17, 2005 19:44:19 GMT -5
This guy was really starting to strike a nerve with Rit but he kept his cool and maintain the smile. "I am not asking you to leave the city, merely just my mansion." He tried to hand the parchment to the man again.
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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 17, 2005 19:49:07 GMT -5
Creil smiled inanely, feigning stupidity. For some reason, people believed that a man who spent so much time encased in steel, must have softened his brains considerably, and it often got him out of difficult situations. He took the parchment and bowed, "My thanks, your lordship." He said respectfully, as he turned and left the room, and headed down the stairs, and out of the front door.
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Jadin
Human
Assassin
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Post by Jadin on Jul 18, 2005 14:05:12 GMT -5
As the one figure dressed in armor left, another seemed almost to detach himself from the shadows lining the room. Casting a glance towards where the one figure had just left, he approached the lord of the mannor with an apparent air of buisiness.
"What do you think of him?" he asked. It was a simple question, although there were so very many possible answers. Yet as far as the assassin was concerned, there were two simple replies he could be given to this particular situation.
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Rit Megliaf
Human Lord
Evil is just a fun way to do something good.
Posts: 76
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Post by Rit Megliaf on Jul 18, 2005 14:14:20 GMT -5
"I'm thinking that I am to let him leave he will be a thorn in my side in the future." He said without even looking at the man. "Do you what you must but just don't ruin too much of my property."
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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 19, 2005 4:39:53 GMT -5
Creil kicked open the front doors with considerable force, and the guards who stood outside were struck full in the face by the heavy, iron bound oak, knocking them from their feet to lie moaning on the ground. He chuckled to himself as he continued down the path to the stables. with a fair amount of noise, Creil saddled his big grey war horse and set off toward the main gates at a trot, the bright blue pennon on his lance snapping in the fitful breeze. Ramona had indeed been right, that pompuss jackass was living in his own little world, where he was actually a real man, ans mattered in the scape of things. He briefly considered returning to Dyllanea, and returning in full force, to cleanse the city of it's filth with the aid of his sister order here in Rhyfaugh. Creil knew exactly what rit would have planned, men like him were the same the world over. He screwed up the papaer into a ball and cast it abently over one shoulder. He was expecting trouble, and kept his eyes open, and his mind alert.
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Jadin
Human
Assassin
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Post by Jadin on Jul 19, 2005 12:08:17 GMT -5
Keeping a distance, staying as he favored- swathed in the merciful darkness of shadows, a lone figure trailed the knight at a good distance. He left no tale of his passing, moving as though nothing more than a spirit, trained in the masterful arts of stealth.
This particular specimen did not seem anything more than a typical hard-headed knight. One of those preacher types who believed their false god existed and cared about them. He should be of little trouble.
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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 27, 2005 8:58:31 GMT -5
As Creil approached the gates to the grounds, he noticed a small detatchment of guards formed up in two ranks, blocking his exit. They wore mail shirts, crude steel helms and carried short pikes, which in turn carried numerous blotches of rust. A small man with a superior manner and permanent sneer approached him, stepping onto the road and raising his hand, "Halt!" Creil did not respond, but instead simply continued at a trot, his big grey roan bearing down on the soldier. The officer's eyes bulged and he quickly jumped to one side to avoid being trampled underfoot by Creil's massive grey war horse. Quickly as he could, the little man regained his composure and laid his hand on the neck of Creil's big grey, "I said halt! In the name of the Lord Rit Megliaf, halt!" Creil reined in his horse and turned to glare at the mailed guardsman, "Thou hast surely forgotten something, friend." He said, his voice low and threatening. The officer started back, removing his hand, "Sir knight," He swallowed hard, "I cannot permit you to leave the grounds on the authority of Lord Megliaf." He said, his look unsure and his voice wavering. "Mine is the authority of god, friend. Thou canst direct thy complaint unto him, personally, shouldst thou so wish." Creil said, loosening his massive broadsword in it's sheath. The officer swallowed hard once more, looking back to his guards for reassurance, "Sir knight," He blustered, "I cannot allow you to pass." "Art thou sure? Is this thy decision friend?" The pompous little man regained his composure at the knights seeming acceptance of his authority, "I demand that you dismount and hand over your weapons." He declared, his face returning to his usual self important sneer. Creil sighed and almost negligently, lifted his massive steel clad fist, and slammed it into the guards face with terrific force, his tree trunk like arms whistling through the air with surprising speed. In a cloud of red droplets, the officers nose, ckeekbones and jaw broke, fractured and shattered under the blow, and he fell twitching to the floor, the ruins of his face dripping blood freely. Creil didn't approve of needless killing, and a good enough physician might be able to reconstruct a semblance of humanity for the little jackass. Creil turned to face the guardsmen, who stood transfixed with a combination of shock and terror. Even as he did so, he began to talk under his breath, and his fingers began to weave the spell out of the air. Creil rasied his right hand and gestured at the assembled guards, and a wave of bright white light shot forth from his hand. As it struck the guardsmen they were thrown from their feet with terrific force, and the gate was ripped from its hinges to fly out into the street, surrounded by moaning and unconscious guardsmen. Creil withdrew a small cloth from his saddlebag and wiped his guntlet off, before tapping his heels into his horses flanks, to move out into the street and away from the mansion grounds, trotting through the destruction at a leisurely pace.
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Caranel
Human
Bard
Caranel Hapnian, at your service
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Post by Caranel on Jul 27, 2005 19:23:30 GMT -5
"Dear me." muttered Caranel, who was crouched a distance from the gates into the mansion, which were now twisted hunks of metal. His exuberantly colored cloak was wrapped and stuffed into a pack on his shoulders, though he still formed something of a sight that even a blind beggar could not miss. Regardless, he crouched behind some bushes and watched Criel's approach, a quill black with ink pressed to a sheaf of paper held expectantly in his hands.
Earlier in the day, just after meeting the Paladin for the first time outside the city, and also after receiving a most generous gift from said Paladin, Caranel had decided that this man carried the weight of destiny on his shoulders, something no self respecting Bard would pass up. "There's a word for people like him." he had said, trotting to keep pace with the warhorse as it had approached Rit's Mansion. "But I just don't think there's anything that rhymes with it." Whether the Paladin had noticed him or not, he still trailed the horse where it went, all the way up to the very gates of the mansion, where he had assumed his current position among some bushes.
"This is perfect, no better place to watch and observe the happenings, and I can pen the tale right as it happens!" He glanced down at the pages, flipping back a few to view what had already been penned...
Creil Bevier, with his name Comes nobility, honor, and grace; There are few others with such strength Or pride to match a lion untame. In his sword lies truth and justice, Blessed of God it's shining length; Gives all to the poor, and more to his Lord, Cleanses evil with holy flame.
Bevier! Bevier! Paladin of God, In one hand wielding Holiness, In t'other, the chastening rod.
It was one day to Rhyfaugh he came, His mission of dire, highest import; To cleanse the filth from in it's walls, And confront what evil would remain. The populous all held love and joy to have him walking in their halls, Yet a single decree, from Rit, so you see, Demanded the Paladin's head.
Bevier! Bevier! Paladin of God, In one hand wielding Holiness, In t'other, the chastening rod.
To the gates of the mansion rode the Knight, Demanding an audience and getting one too; His horse a steed of massive report, His armor shining with glory and light. Righteous anger filled his eyes when out The doors Criel strode from the fort. Woe to the ones that stood in his way, The gates crushed readily with his might
Bevier! Bevier! Paladin of God, In one hand wielding Holiness, In t'other, the chastening rod.
"Well i'll have to retool that last verse somewhat, but it will service for now." Caranel looked up from his papers to follow the Paladin with his eyes, waiting for his next verse to write itself.
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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 30, 2005 9:02:46 GMT -5
The bard's voice came to Creils ears, bringing with it pleasant, joyous relief from mundane reality. Creil smiled, amused by Carnel's depiction of him, "Hail, friend," He called to the bard, "How art thou, mine son?"
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Caranel
Human
Bard
Caranel Hapnian, at your service
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Post by Caranel on Jul 31, 2005 12:13:53 GMT -5
A slightly muffled "Eep!" escaped the Bard, and he jumped slightly at being hailed so suddenly. 'Looks like I was being a bit louder than I thought. So much for staying hidden.'
So instead of crouching in the bushes, he stood up stiffly, he'd been in that spot for a while, and waved. "Yes, Creil! I uh, just the man I was looking for!" Picking a few twigs out of his baggy shirt, he stepped forward and bowed slightly. "Couldn't help but notice you were headed for Rit's mansion, and I thought this would be the perfect stepping stone to begin an epic about yourself. I hear he rules with intelligence and cunning... what did he say to you?"
Though he would leave it at that, a feeling of unease made the hackles on the back of his neck rise, and he gave a shiver. Glancing around, even the shadows seemed ready to pounce, shifting ever so slightly. "And I really have a bad feeling. I think you're being followed."
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