LPDnD: Knocking on Heaven's Door
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"Well before we get to signing of the waivers etc, I need to review your life to see if there are any red flags that might have been overlooked. Let's start with you Syric, it says here that you do not know who your father was, and as a result you never took a last name. But repeatedly in life your lack of a father was the spark for your actions such as deciding to take on a great sword you assumed was his as your primary weapon. What would you do if you returned to the world, and found your father acting in league with a malevolent force?" Marty asks.
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"It was when I joined up with these individuals that I started taking steps to live my life independent from the looming shadow his absence in my life created. I know now I did or did not do things based on what I thought he might have done, but I am my own man. I no longer care if he was great or small, good or evil, or anything about him. Sure, there is still my natural curiosity about my heritage, but it no longer dominates my thinking as it once did. It's ironic that you mention the greatsword as I've been hoping to grow my martial skills and improve my handling of other heavy blades. he pauses briefly, thinking about the lightning sword he'd obtained and now lost, "If return and find my father to be in league with evil, then he will be cut down, same as the rest" said with a steely look to his eyes.
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Turning to Tony "And Tony. You don't go by your given name. You have an outsized persona that some would say is bordering on egomaniacal. You've routinely wooed women, engaged in what I'm sure you'd call 'enriched' storytelling about your past deeds. For example the incident on Morgan's pier with the pirates. You retell the story as if you were assaulting a heavily fortified warship with men at their prime, but our records of the incident say most of the men were malnourished, and all but two had serious complications from scurvy. The weapons they possessed were in large part dull or in poor repair. While your ultimate gain of the encounter was for a greater good on behalf of Avandra, why do you insist on enhancing the truth? What safeguards against self corruption in fashioning the Legend of Tony Plush have you put in effect to keep yourself from falling for vanity? And most importantly why should we trust that upon the return to the mortal realm, you won't go singing that death can't stop tony Plush giving away the secret behind the mortal curtain?"
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"It doesn't matter if they are sickly or not or how good of a repair the weapon is, a sword in the gut still kills you. Generally speaking anyway. I do not enhance the truth, Tony Plush may leave out some details, allow the listener the freedom to draw some of their own conclusions, but he does not lie. People need heroes and Tony Plush provides them that. People need to know that there are people out there who are working to keep the bad things at bay and Tony Plush's stories help to give them that.
As for Tony Plush becoming overly vain, Tony Plush has found death to be a rather humbling experience. And why should you trust him to not talk about what death is like? Tony Plush would ask you what would be gained by that? If Tony Plush is telling heroic tales to give the people hope, how is that served by telling them a story where the heroes die? Even if the heroes were to come back after, the heroes were still defeated by that evil. Even if temporarily, and that would not be conducive, in Tony Plush's opinion, to building people's hope and belief that there are people out there looking out for them.
And since you chose to address this with me, Tony Plush assumes it is Avandra's desire that he does not talk about this experience, and as such as a dutiful servant Tony Plush will not discuss it."
As for Tony Plush becoming overly vain, Tony Plush has found death to be a rather humbling experience. And why should you trust him to not talk about what death is like? Tony Plush would ask you what would be gained by that? If Tony Plush is telling heroic tales to give the people hope, how is that served by telling them a story where the heroes die? Even if the heroes were to come back after, the heroes were still defeated by that evil. Even if temporarily, and that would not be conducive, in Tony Plush's opinion, to building people's hope and belief that there are people out there looking out for them.
And since you chose to address this with me, Tony Plush assumes it is Avandra's desire that he does not talk about this experience, and as such as a dutiful servant Tony Plush will not discuss it."
They say when you go on a quest for vengence to dig two graves. They underestimate me.
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"Very well. Turning my attention to Trinal for a moment. You have an interesting split going on. You faithfully send money back home, you are kind, generous, and compassionate. However in the heat of battle you seem to take a certain joy in the suffering of your foes. It would not be inconceivable to imagine as your mastery of the magical arts improves, that a lust for power manifesting. And with it the application of your wrath would be quite concerning. You saw with your meager abilities how many you killed in that last battle. Imagine when you possess powers comparable to Nycro. What assurances can you give the bureau that you won't be tempted to put your own passions ahead of your moral compass?"
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[ooc- sorry, was working VERY lat last night so didn't get up until a few minutes ago]
Trinal reflects on this for a moment. "I try to avoid conflict if I can, although I will admit you are correct that once engaged in a fight, I hold nothing back. I never take joy in suffering. I take joy in the struggle, but moreover I enjoy not being... well, dead." He chuckles at this. "I freely admit to hurling imprecations at my foes. I've found that a bit of theatricality- not to claim I don't enjoy it- helps. I've used it to draw foes away from my friends, to intimidate them, and to anger them, all of which are very useful at the right times. The difference between someone flicking a hand and casting a spell, and someone telling you that he's going to send you to your ancestors while he's cloaked in fire, lightning dances from his eyes, and acid billows around him- well, allow me to say that I think the second is more effective at frightening people and damaging morale, which is nearly as important as a sharp blade or damaging spell. "
He chuckles. "Although I must admit that there is a certain theatricality I hadn't considered to simply looking bored, yawning and flicking a pinky to cast a spell. I may have to try that sometime."
He looks at Marty. "And while I try to avoid fights when possible, once one starts I don't believe in holding back. If I believe that the fight is just, I will enjoy it as much as I enjoy any other activity, or at least as much as I can. To directly answer your question about the recent battle, there are no grey areas when you're standing calf-deep in the bodies of your fellows, staring down fifty screaming men intent on disemboweling you."
Trinal reflects for a moment. "I'm not sure I can give you any promise that you could accept about the future. I can only say that power over others as Nycro covets is not something I've ever found attractive. Power over others cannot be truly taken, it can only be given. Subjugation is not power, it is violence. If I ever achieve power, it will be because I am granted it, not because I attempted to take it by force."
Trinal reflects on this for a moment. "I try to avoid conflict if I can, although I will admit you are correct that once engaged in a fight, I hold nothing back. I never take joy in suffering. I take joy in the struggle, but moreover I enjoy not being... well, dead." He chuckles at this. "I freely admit to hurling imprecations at my foes. I've found that a bit of theatricality- not to claim I don't enjoy it- helps. I've used it to draw foes away from my friends, to intimidate them, and to anger them, all of which are very useful at the right times. The difference between someone flicking a hand and casting a spell, and someone telling you that he's going to send you to your ancestors while he's cloaked in fire, lightning dances from his eyes, and acid billows around him- well, allow me to say that I think the second is more effective at frightening people and damaging morale, which is nearly as important as a sharp blade or damaging spell. "
He chuckles. "Although I must admit that there is a certain theatricality I hadn't considered to simply looking bored, yawning and flicking a pinky to cast a spell. I may have to try that sometime."
He looks at Marty. "And while I try to avoid fights when possible, once one starts I don't believe in holding back. If I believe that the fight is just, I will enjoy it as much as I enjoy any other activity, or at least as much as I can. To directly answer your question about the recent battle, there are no grey areas when you're standing calf-deep in the bodies of your fellows, staring down fifty screaming men intent on disemboweling you."
Trinal reflects for a moment. "I'm not sure I can give you any promise that you could accept about the future. I can only say that power over others as Nycro covets is not something I've ever found attractive. Power over others cannot be truly taken, it can only be given. Subjugation is not power, it is violence. If I ever achieve power, it will be because I am granted it, not because I attempted to take it by force."
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Marty turns to Spintik, "And now Spintik, in your youth you were a member of what is best described as a gang of highwaymen. While some of the exploits I find particularly entertaining, like the 37 stolen oxen on a barge with the barrel of wine and twenty wheels of cheese, there is a disturbing theme in your work. Bluntly you seem to want to do good works, or work for noble cause, but are susceptible to greed as a vice. If you return back to the mortal realm, what assurances can you make that your greed will be kept in check?"
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[ooc]Sorry for my tardiness. My father is in a nursing home and has gotten pneumonia.... /joy[ooc]
Spintik stops, almost taken back by the question. I never thought myself to be a greedy person. Before coming here, this was the most amount of possessions I have ever had. The cheese and wine were delicious, but I never considered them mine. The oxen went into the collective and I assumed distributed to the needy. Smiling. There was a joke amongst my band mates. "Money is a curse. May the good lord strike with it and I never recover". But seriously I would not mind accumulating some wealth, but I would think I am a better man then to make it only life goal.
Spintik stops, almost taken back by the question. I never thought myself to be a greedy person. Before coming here, this was the most amount of possessions I have ever had. The cheese and wine were delicious, but I never considered them mine. The oxen went into the collective and I assumed distributed to the needy. Smiling. There was a joke amongst my band mates. "Money is a curse. May the good lord strike with it and I never recover". But seriously I would not mind accumulating some wealth, but I would think I am a better man then to make it only life goal.
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"Fair enough. Stavis, you have other concerns. Money isn't your primary motivation, but like Tony you are secretive about your past, remain soft spoken and try to stay in the shadows. You reject your heritage and sought out the approval of the broader world. Not bad, but there was a touch of envy in your approach. The council is mostly worried how far you would go to seek acceptance of the mortal realm?"
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Stavis will rest his left elbow on the table, propping his head in his hand. "I must say it is rare for me to be at a lose for words but yes, I do wonder. I am curious if the council felt it necessary when picking this group to test that they accept the whole group or if we where each voted individually."
Stavis will then sit there clearly collecting his thoughts before saying. "If your questions are a key part of passing these test does not bowed well for me. Though it may be true money isn't a primary motivator doesn't mean I reject it." Stavis can't help but make a quick glance at Ham'mon "Its practicality that keeps me from being drawn to money and the desire or vast riches. Should my purse become too great there will be those who in the name of righteous, jealousy, greed, or all of the above would relieve me of my life and my wealth. Same can almost be said of my sticking to the shadows, though I would be lying if I said I probably wouldn't pick the shadow to a degree if I had been welcomed in open arms."
Stavis can't help but chuckle a bit before adding "Secretive, there is hardly anything to keep secret about these past 22 years since my exile. That when I had first left my home I had not done so to truly reject my heritage and certainly not for approval or acceptance from the top worlders. Having resign myself and fully expecting to die a young street beggar. I chose to reject the darkness in my heart for the simple reason that I saw it for what it is, a two edged sword that would cleave and cut not only that which I would weld it against but also myself. Though you may count that as a part of my heritage I can assure you in my 22 years living among the "light" have seen it is something all men must fight the darkness within themselves. That even should I wish to return to my people as a Micar'Kalan, or Lost Drow as simple as can be translated, they would strike me down to ensure the cleansing of my soul."
"Do not worry I see the confusion in your eyes as to what would drive me and will enlighten you for it is Gebion Ricgeon, my second father, the man who saved me as a young lad and taught me everything I know of the bardic ways shortly after my exile. It is his approval and acceptance that I am repaying and to the best of my ability live a life he would find worthy. I will not reject approval and acceptance from the the whole of the broader world but I will not be seeking it, Gebion suffered far too much on my account especially from those that claimed to be agents of the light." Stavis can't help some of the anger in his voice building up and released in the last two sentences.
Stavis will then sit there clearly collecting his thoughts before saying. "If your questions are a key part of passing these test does not bowed well for me. Though it may be true money isn't a primary motivator doesn't mean I reject it." Stavis can't help but make a quick glance at Ham'mon "Its practicality that keeps me from being drawn to money and the desire or vast riches. Should my purse become too great there will be those who in the name of righteous, jealousy, greed, or all of the above would relieve me of my life and my wealth. Same can almost be said of my sticking to the shadows, though I would be lying if I said I probably wouldn't pick the shadow to a degree if I had been welcomed in open arms."
Stavis can't help but chuckle a bit before adding "Secretive, there is hardly anything to keep secret about these past 22 years since my exile. That when I had first left my home I had not done so to truly reject my heritage and certainly not for approval or acceptance from the top worlders. Having resign myself and fully expecting to die a young street beggar. I chose to reject the darkness in my heart for the simple reason that I saw it for what it is, a two edged sword that would cleave and cut not only that which I would weld it against but also myself. Though you may count that as a part of my heritage I can assure you in my 22 years living among the "light" have seen it is something all men must fight the darkness within themselves. That even should I wish to return to my people as a Micar'Kalan, or Lost Drow as simple as can be translated, they would strike me down to ensure the cleansing of my soul."
"Do not worry I see the confusion in your eyes as to what would drive me and will enlighten you for it is Gebion Ricgeon, my second father, the man who saved me as a young lad and taught me everything I know of the bardic ways shortly after my exile. It is his approval and acceptance that I am repaying and to the best of my ability live a life he would find worthy. I will not reject approval and acceptance from the the whole of the broader world but I will not be seeking it, Gebion suffered far too much on my account especially from those that claimed to be agents of the light." Stavis can't help some of the anger in his voice building up and released in the last two sentences.
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"Turning my attention to Ham'mon. You have a list of worries. I'll just read from the intake file and let you respond.
Quite the damming appraisal. What do you have to say in your defense?" Marty asks.
Ham'mon Aeghs martial prowess can't be denied, however his moral character is a mess. He has an inability to effectively communicate with allies. His motivations are his alone, and at times seem impulsive and not consistent. While he abhors evil and is a highly effective tool in it's eradication, he is also a wild soul. He has clear problems with drink making him susceptible to gluttony and sloth. His attitude borders on nihilistic. His faith is best described as on again off again, and to be blunt he doesn't function particularly well in a team environment. This observer has serious reservations about his ability to fulfill Bureau moral and psychological standards, and feel extensive testing and possible rehabilitation would be necessary before reintroduction into the mortal arena of operations.
Quite the damming appraisal. What do you have to say in your defense?" Marty asks.
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"Only that it's true."Blackferne wrote:"Turning my attention to Ham'mon. You have a list of worries. I'll just read from the intake file and let you respond.
Ham'mon Aeghs martial prowess can't be denied, however his moral character is a mess. He has an inability to effectively communicate with allies. His motivations are his alone, and at times seem impulsive and not consistent. While he abhors evil and is a highly effective tool in it's eradication, he is also a wild soul. He has clear problems with drink making him susceptible to gluttony and sloth. His attitude borders on nihilistic. His faith is best described as on again off again, and to be blunt he doesn't function particularly well in a team environment. This observer has serious reservations about his ability to fulfill Bureau moral and psychological standards, and feel extensive testing and possible rehabilitation would be necessary before reintroduction into the mortal arena of operations.
Quite the damming appraisal. What do you have to say in your defense?" Marty asks.
Ham rubs his eyes, cracks his neck, and stands up (assuming he was sitting).
"When I began my service to Pelor at the Abbey in Locusame, it was to be a scholar and a healer, not a warrior. The monks saw something in me though, and I was trained to fight - to be a Paladin of Pelor - to see to it that Pelor's light shone into every shadow of the world."
He begins to pace back and forth.
"It was in my seventh year of service to Pelor that I was assigned to serve under Vorenus Centurio. Vorenus was a good leader. He was brave and pious and kind. We were dispatched to fight in the War of the Six Houses at the battle of Proelii. It was a terrible thing. A horde of goblins had been what we were sent to fight, but it is not what we found there. Instead we found an army of the undead that had fallen on Mortuus Dux's legions and nearly slaughtered them all. Mortuus himself was dead by the time we got there. I'm sure everyone here has heard of Mortuus - though he was sometimes called Morta Cefo. His loss was a great one, and Vorenus swore that we would not let the enemies of the light prevail.
We fought in what started as a pitched battle at dawn. By midday the earth was slick with blood and bile. By dusk the bodies of both sides covered the battlefield as sand covers a beach.
As the Pelor's light dimmed for the day, we were to fall back to our encampment."
Ham'mon stares into nothing.
"I was sent to retrieve Vorenus so we could fall back. As I reached his position though, a terrible sound surrounded us and the very firmament shook beneath our feet. The earth itself cracked open before us and out crawled a monster the likes of which I had never even read in the Abbey. A foul stench filled the air and a voice so deep and dark that it made my very bones turn to ice filled my ears, claiming the end of the time of the light and the return of Haddad's Children.
By now Vorenus was somehow back to his feet, his bloody hammer in his hands and a look of zeal in his eyes as he swore an oath that the light would never die and darkness would always yield to the dawn. In one flailing of the creature's arm, the three men to Vorenus' left were rent asunder - their torsos tumbling across the field like dice.
I ran."
Ham'mon stares at the ground.
"I ran, and I ran. I ran from the field and my friends. I ran from my foes and my vows...and once I realized what I had done, I ran even from myself.
Vorenus was never found. The bards say that the day was saved by the wizard, Magnus Vir, but who knows? I was disgraced. A craven. A coward. A traitor to my vows and friends and myself, and I escaped into the draconic lands - but more-so into drink."
Ham looks back up, seeming more present now.
"I wandered, performing as a sellsword for this lord or that. This army or that. Never much caring about the pay or the cause. That was how I came to find myself in this group - looking for enough money to stay alive, but perhaps hoping to be freed from Pelor's embrace into the quiet lands of the Raven Queen.
These folk though. They are good folk - mostly. And while working with them my sword began to sing again - not the song of sorrow but a song of vengeance for my fallen comrades and maybe a song of redemption for me. Pelor's light guided me to where the darkness now hides - this Cult of Bha'al. I began to see that my belief that my life was over was true. It is not my life anymore, but Pelor's. It is not my steel, but Pelor's. I have failed him so tremendously, and his light has burned up that craven waste of a man and replaced him with a tool of the light. I am an imperfect tool to be sure, and surely not worthy. I would not blame Pelor or your council if they saw fit to ensure that I never see the quiet lands or condemn me to the darkness forever. I have destroyed everything else. All I am is service to my Lord."
And with that, Ham'mon Aeghs sits back down (assuming there's like, sitting and stuff).
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Trinal looks quietly at Ham'mon. "I had no idea, my friend. Thank you for sharing that with us."
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"Damn" Tony whispers into the silence that follows...
They say when you go on a quest for vengence to dig two graves. They underestimate me.
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Marty clearly stunned stares for a moment before remembering what he was doing. "Thank you for that. Um Victae, your story is a bit different. A woman raised in a citadel. Had a stern father. Trained and showed tremendous talent, but left all of that. Stopped worshiping Kord, changed to Corellon in religious faith. And became by all accounts a carefree traveler. The council's main question on you is that of commitment. You didn't honor your familial commitment to your father. Didn't honor your soldier's commitment to the Citadel at Aern Buth. You even made a plan to help defend the fort, advocated it quite well, and didn't even stay committed to that plan. It seems by all accounts you lack commitment, and lack ambition. In the face of the evil's that lay ahead you seem unwilling or unable to forge ahead and finish whatever you start. How do you respond?"
Victae sits hands folded on the table in front of her and looks at Marty with a pleasant smile and warm eyes. "The funny thing about life is you don't get much choice. You don't choose where you are born. You don't choose to whom you are born. You don't choose in most cases how you will die. I know I wouldn't have chosen to die like I did. I don't know that I would have chosen the place of my birth, or my education, or many other aspects of my time in the world. But in a way I did choose how I would die. At the sight of overwhelming odds I could have simply opened the rear gate and left pleading my friends to join me. I could have stayed in the fort and let Ham'mon and Gobo ride off to their doom. I didn't know them long, it would have been easy to dismiss them as fools for breaching the defense plan. But I followed, and did so out a sense of commitment to them, and the cause of good. I stopped worshiping Kord because I had an awakening. Kord is all about strength and martial power. That is fine, but that isn't for me. I like things of beauty. I don't care about the battle, I like the song or painting of it. I like art, beauty, and magic. Those talents that I don't have. I am a tool of their defense. I can't paint or sculpt. I don't know magic. My youth was spent doing marches and practice with a sword. Battle as a display of strength is a form of vanity. Battle to defend the world is noble. And it is art, song, and beauty that capture the world's essence, and what motivates me to stand for it. You might see my life as a series of failed commitments, I would say instead it is a life of moral realignments for the better."
Victae sits hands folded on the table in front of her and looks at Marty with a pleasant smile and warm eyes. "The funny thing about life is you don't get much choice. You don't choose where you are born. You don't choose to whom you are born. You don't choose in most cases how you will die. I know I wouldn't have chosen to die like I did. I don't know that I would have chosen the place of my birth, or my education, or many other aspects of my time in the world. But in a way I did choose how I would die. At the sight of overwhelming odds I could have simply opened the rear gate and left pleading my friends to join me. I could have stayed in the fort and let Ham'mon and Gobo ride off to their doom. I didn't know them long, it would have been easy to dismiss them as fools for breaching the defense plan. But I followed, and did so out a sense of commitment to them, and the cause of good. I stopped worshiping Kord because I had an awakening. Kord is all about strength and martial power. That is fine, but that isn't for me. I like things of beauty. I don't care about the battle, I like the song or painting of it. I like art, beauty, and magic. Those talents that I don't have. I am a tool of their defense. I can't paint or sculpt. I don't know magic. My youth was spent doing marches and practice with a sword. Battle as a display of strength is a form of vanity. Battle to defend the world is noble. And it is art, song, and beauty that capture the world's essence, and what motivates me to stand for it. You might see my life as a series of failed commitments, I would say instead it is a life of moral realignments for the better."
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Marty turns to Gobo. "Gobo Fraggle. You by all accounts seem broken. Your past has horrors, I don't think need to be spelled out. Those horrors however has you on eggshells. You are generally lacking self esteem, you find yourself caught between a desire to leave fighting battles and the feeling that is all you are good for. When you enter battle you are consumed simultaneously with fear and wrath. You lack patience and act impulsively. You adhere to principles of custom and honor that you wear like shackles instead of standing as your own man. Since being fished out of the river of souls, you haven't said a word. The council has real concerns about you returning. You've said in your prayers that "death, a noble death, would be a release from this torment." Well as far as deaths go, defending the realm from barbarians who support Orcus is as about as noble as you are likely ever to see. But what do you want? Are you still the broken dragonborn from the mortal realm? Do you want your long deserved eternal rest? Or do you feel you want to return? And if you do are you still a broken being?"
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Blackferne wrote:Marty turns to Gobo. "Gobo Fraggle. You by all accounts seem broken. Your past has horrors, I don't think need to be spelled out. Those horrors however has you on eggshells. You are generally lacking self esteem, you find yourself caught between a desire to leave fighting battles and the feeling that is all you are good for. When you enter battle you are consumed simultaneously with fear and wrath. You lack patience and act impulsively. You adhere to principles of custom and honor that you wear like shackles instead of standing as your own man. Since being fished out of the river of souls, you haven't said a word. The council has real concerns about you returning. You've said in your prayers that "death, a noble death, would be a release from this torment." Well as far as deaths go, defending the realm from barbarians who support Orcus is as about as noble as you are likely ever to see. But what do you want? Are you still the broken dragonborn from the mortal realm? Do you want your long deserved eternal rest? Or do you feel you want to return? And if you do are you still a broken being?"
Gobo stands looking, almost strong and powerful. A long stare in his eyes.
"Good sir, it has felt like an eternity since my mind was clear. So very clear. All that I wanted was to die and rid my mind of guilt, hatred, and so many unpleasant moments of life. Now I stand here, nearly dead, and able to move to peace. Yet, my peace is in knowing that I could leave that all behind today, but have no desire to do so. Faced with moving beyond my anger and hatred I care instead to stand taller and clearer than I have since I was a child. No sir, I will not accept eternal rest. I will accept an opportunity to live, and fight, a free being. With clear conscience and soul, I honor my family and clan by turning tragedy and hatred into a battle for the good of all. I am not merely a soldier, I am a Dragonborn. I am Gobo Fraggle. And I am ready sir."
Gobos eyes are dry, steady, and for the first time since any of the adventurers have seen him, filled with confidence and almost cheerful.
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Re: LPDnD: Knocking on Heaven's Door
In Draconic, Trinal quietly says "Well spoken."
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Re: LPDnD: Knocking on Heaven's Door
Fixed that for you.Jimer Lins wrote:In Draconic, Trinal quietly says "Wux tira renthisj algbo."
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[ooc- where do you get this stuff? Just make it up, or is it like Klingon with a translator somewhere?]Dood wrote:Fixed that for you.Jimer Lins wrote:In Draconic, Trinal quietly says "Wux tira renthisj algbo."
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"Very well. Okay we have one last thing before I hand you over to your testing agent, just one last form to sign. It is just boilerplate forms really. Covering all the normal things like the Bureau is not responsible for any psychic, spiritual, or emotional scars. Waiving the right to counsel in the trial process, acceptance of the code of conduct of Bureau 17 operatives, etc. We just need you to sign these forms." He hands you each a rather lengthy document with a pen "And we can get you to Nicholas."
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Re: LPDnD: Knocking on Heaven's Door
Tony will take his time reading the form paying special attention to the section about waiving the right to counsel if there is a trial...
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Re: LPDnD: Knocking on Heaven's Door
Spintik will place is X accordingly and hand them in. I am not done with Life. I just want to go back.
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Re: LPDnD: Knocking on Heaven's Door
Syric flips through the pages as he asks, "What exactly is the code of conduct of Bureau 17 operatives?..."
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