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Post by BlackRose on Jul 10, 2009 21:42:34 GMT -5
Aegnor snorted "i do not need assistance only rest..." if he had feathers they would ruffle. he looked at the man...by the looks of him a Breton.
"and who are you." he looked over at his friend who appeared nervous. he looked the man had more than one person with him.
"i am Jauffree Grandmaster of the Blades and i have a request from the two of you.." he stepped closer to the two men.
"you see you came out of an Oblivion Gate relatively unharmed." Aegnor scoffed at that. "you know how its done. i would ask you if you could lend our guild some assistance. we need someone to go get a person from Kvatch and no one but you two know how to close the gates. of course you can have ample time to rest, and we will give you the supplies you need." Jauffree said.
"i doubt you'd let us say no." Aegnor responded.
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Post by Lucien Lachance on Jul 10, 2009 22:56:03 GMT -5
Falcan felt a pain in his chest, though knowing it was only a trick of his conches or mind he pushed it away. He looked to the man and then to the elf and sighed hearing the Blade’s Grandmaster was almost gut wrenching, he felt sick…why? Almost unsure… but again he was good at ignoring feelings like that, however it was interesting almost ironic at the same time.
Hearing him talk about Kavatch he looked down weary eyes. “I….” he paused then took a deep breath and shook his head. “Not really for the Blades.” he paused. “But…I was planning on going to Kavatch anyway.” he stated looking up at him, re-thinking over his words might have sounded rude to a mad of his stature? But he wasn’t really feeling to well on taking orders either. “but if you ….lend us assistance, I’ll hear your favors.” he nodded wondering WHO would be in Kavatch? Or least STILL there and not dead or otherwise?
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Post by BlackRose on Jul 11, 2009 9:42:53 GMT -5
Jaufree nodded. " alright, the empire's only living child is at kvatch. he is a priest in the temple and goes by the name of martin." he looked over at the two men. " if you'd please come with us to the priory, we will tend to your wounds let you rest and you shall be on your way."
Aegnor looked at Jauffree like he had just grew a second head. "your kidding a illegitimate son?" Aegnor chuckled, at the look jauffree gave him. "well my friend shall we follow?" looking at Falcan "you lead..i'll hob-along at your side."
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Post by Lucien Lachance on Jul 11, 2009 22:35:38 GMT -5
Flacan frowned then nodded boldly then paused eyes widening. “what!?” he gasped blinking a few times the thought perplexed him. “a--” he paused rethinking the man’s words they hit him almost like a slap in the face, he couldn’t protect the son of the emperor! If he failed…..he couldn’t live with that! But if he didn’t even try and the son died…how could he live with that anyways? Now he was caught between a rock and a hard place. But was finely rattled out of his thoughts as the elf spoke. “Oh y-yeah.” he nodded and helped the male lean on him wile the two fallowed the Blade’s men.
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