[Taocow PBEM] [Lady Frost, Alex] Book 3 - Chapter VI - Down Another Rabbit Hole
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Alex smiles in thanks back to the priest. "Thank you," she states.
After a pause for a few moments, she states, "I am not sure where they
went." The less said about her shooting at them the better. "There was
an attack by Splugorth minions and things got pretty confused."
ooc: Any tracks of the knights she has seen
On 08/17/2011 16:00, Aaron Clausen wrote:
>> "It is I," the wolf-man says, "who buried the man who lies that
>> mound. He was a Cyberknight, no? In our land, and in this land of
>> New Camelot, they are held in the highest esteem, and it seemed only
>> proper to I and my companion that he be given a proper burial. If he
>> was a comrade of yours, then I extend my condolences."
>> "I am Father Francisco Montessoro," he continues, "and my companion
>> is Signore... or Sir, excuse my poor English, Sir Edmund Fletcher,
>> Knight of New Camelot. We are searching for what happened to the lost
>> company. We found a few of their bodies, but not enough to account
>> for them all, and among them we found the Cyberknight. But this
>> place, the Faeries have made it their own and it is not safe for
>> those on two legs. If you can help us, we would be most grateful."
>> Alex takes a deflated breath. Going through so much. Seems like
>> almost everybody she knows dies.
>> "Thank you. I hope he had a good death." There is a stuffiness in
>> her voice as if fighting back tears.
>> Pausing for a moment, "I am Alex Hawk, a simple wilderness scout."
>> [Lady Frost]
>> Frost doesn't make any efforts to keep the grief from her voice, but
>> there doesn't seem to be any tears on her icy face, though perhaps
>> that's only due to the cold.
>> "I'm called Lady Frost. We'd like to pay our respects to our friend,
>> that is if you have a few words left in you Father. His name was
>> Osiris Blake. She slowly walked towards the rough monument, staring
>> at it as if concentration could fix the events of the day.
>> [/Lady Frost]
> "Father, we don't have time for..." Sir Edmund objects, but Father
> Francisco waves his hand.
> "No, my friend," he says, "these are the friends of a brave man, a man
> who dedicated his life to the freedom and safety of others. They are
> right to ask for this."
> The priest leaps effortlessly off the massive cybernetic horse and
> lands on the ground with the skill of a gymnast. He walks over to the
> grave, bows to the cross atop it, making the sign of the cross.
> "The grace of our Lord Jesus Christ and the love of God and the
> fellowship of the Holy Spirit be with you all." he begins. "Our
> heavenly father, please except this brave warrior, this knight of the
> people, Osiris Blake, into your warm embrace. He died bravely and the
> defense of those who the weakest among us, your sheep, who call to
> you, even if they know not your name. He received your high calling,
> and with no thought to his safety, kept his vows until death overcame
> He raises his hand and then begins to recite a ritual. "I believe in
> God the Father, Almighty, Maker of heaven and earth: And in Jesus
> Christ, his only begotten Son, our Lord: Who was conceived by the Holy
> Ghost, born of the Virgin Mary: Suffered under Pontius Pilate; was
> crucified, dead and buried: He descended into hell: The third day he
> rose again from the dead: He ascended into heaven, and sits at the
> right hand of God the Father Almighty: From thence he shall come to
> judge the quick and the dead: I believe in the Holy Spirit: the holy
> catholic church: the communion of saints: The forgiveness of sins:
> The resurrection of the body: And the life everlasting. Amen."
> He bows to the cross and then turns to Alex and Frost.
> "My friends," he says, his voice laden with emotion, "we have paid our
> respects to the fallen, and now it is the business of the living that
> must concern us. If you were in Osiris Blake's company, then you were
> in the company of knights and soldiers of New Camelot. Where are
> they? The time is short, I fear, and if the Faeries find us here, our
> troubles will multiply greatly."
If people are good only because they fear punishment and hope of reward,
then we are a sorry lot indeed -
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