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Post by Damien Chevalier on Jul 9, 2020 0:05:36 GMT
Damien studied Nigel from a moment then nodded, "The worse kind of monster that." He turned to look back at Tehol. "I do not think you and have ever been properly introduced. I am Comte-in-exile Damien Chevalier. It is a pleasure, I am sure." He smiled and bowed to the weeping man. "I made a vow a long time ago to never leave a friend in bondage. No matter the crime I will be there to set them free. I hid in a closet for four days pissing into a mop bucket just to get one woman I knew out of Gloomhaven Prison." He studied the beastmaster, "So let me ask you, are we friends?"
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Post by Tehol Nookington on Jul 9, 2020 0:18:28 GMT
Tehol sniffles between his sobs. “I ‘suppose we are.” He mutters depressingly.
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Post by Damien Chevalier on Jul 9, 2020 0:26:51 GMT
Damien started untying Tehol. He had a knife to cut the ropes, but his fingers need a little work after his long nap. "Alright Friend. We need to get you a drink. After such a loss the only thing to do is drink the pain away. They have to have rum on this ship somewhere. We will search from the bow to the stern to the bottom to the top until we find just the thing." He had hoped his new friend would have introduced himself because he had forgotten his name. "The last time I lost a good friend I spent the next month in the gutters drunk as a skunk. Do you have skunks where you are from? They are famed for sneaking into houses on the frontier and stealing bottles of wine. IF they didn't reek it would be adorable to watch them sucking away at a bottle of Purple Plum Wine."
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Post by Tehol Nookington on Jul 9, 2020 1:09:59 GMT
"K'rull.. used to.. drink.. ale with me." Tehol says breaking down in more sobs as he throws his arms around Damien and cries into his shoulder, tears streaming down into Tehol's beard.
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Post by Damien Chevalier on Jul 9, 2020 1:15:22 GMT
"Of course. Which friends wouldn't sit around having a large ale together." Damien wrapped his arm around Tehol's shoulder and headed down below the decks. He patted him on the back. "I am sure what Krull would have wanted was you to move on. Make new friends. Avenge his death. Drink yourself into oblivion. The usual things. Would it help to talk about him. Perhaps tell me of the first time you and he met? Were you child hood friends? Did you and he sit about and braid one another's hair."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 9, 2020 1:15:44 GMT
The guard noticed the effort too late and then he just noticed the captain and everyone else watching the giant serpent citadel rise from the sea and he decided that was what really mattered. But what truly matters is the power of friendship.
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Post by Tehol Nookington on Jul 9, 2020 1:30:45 GMT
Tehol stumbles after the man offering him comfort, only numbly aware of the giant serpent and the purplish tinge to everything. "He, really found me." Tehol starts, "I was just a little boy out moping around the area that my family had been exiled to, we had just gotten into a fight you see." Pause for more crying and sobbing before Tehol regains enough composure to continue.
"I Had gotten myself hopelessly lost when up walks this little guy who just sat down staring at me. When I tried to shoo him away he almost ripped some of my fingers off." He cries more recanting the story. "He got in my bag and ate the what snacks I had on me, but the next day he led me back to our hut, he's been with me ever since." Tehol says blowing his nose into a handkerchief that he had pulled from a pocket.
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Post by Damien Chevalier on Jul 9, 2020 1:39:04 GMT
Damien was almost entirely sure at this point that Krull was some kind of animal. "There, there my friend. That must have been long , long ago. You have quite a few grey mixed in there my friend. No shame in it, but to have stayed with you all these years. Such a loyal and faithful friend." He headed toward the mess was. "I can not even imagine. I have never had anyone stay with me that long. Even my longest friendships have waxed and waned fairly regularly." He patted Tehol on his back trying to figure out a clever way to ask him his name. "What is your favorite story of your Dear Krull?"
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Post by Tehol Nookington on Jul 9, 2020 1:51:43 GMT
"There are too many great ones." Tehol claims sniffling, "He was such a great comrade and had such a wonderful personality. "We had been through so many things together, there was one time, where me and him took down a herd of trundles rampaging through some villages out on the frontier. He had quite the fan base back home my K'rull did."
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Post by Damien Chevalier on Jul 9, 2020 1:57:49 GMT
“He has a fan base?” Damien instantly identified with this poor creature immediately. He gave a crooked smile and said. “What kind of tricks could he do? I once saw a bumble-seal balance a woman on its nose. And she was balancing a ball. I laughed for a ten minutes straight. Could your friend balance you anywhere?” Damien walked into the mess and started looking around for some rum.
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Post by Tehol Nookington on Jul 9, 2020 2:03:11 GMT
"He was great, once he really got going in a fight there was nothing that could stop him. Guess he tried to take on more then he could chew with that wretched N.T. getting such a cheap shot on me." Tehol says grimacing through his tears. "He could do a lot of things, carry more then his weight, climb almost any wall or incline, balance on the narrowest of ledges. He was a great companion." He adds breaking down again.
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Post by Damien Chevalier on Jul 9, 2020 2:44:07 GMT
“And some thoughtless beast snatched away his life. This world isn’t fair.” Damien turned toward the kitchen and went to get the poor weeping man a drink. “Well Krull can never truly die until your memories are gone too. For he will always live on in your heart.” He poured a cup of alchohol for the Weeper and brought it for him.
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Post by Ceutinde on Jul 9, 2020 6:06:32 GMT
Once the whole sea serpent situation calmed down, Ceutinde quietly excused herself, returned to the boat that had brought her, and headed back toward the Tranquility.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 9, 2020 16:07:06 GMT
The Serpents begin withdrawing back into their shell, the original one who had emerged the last to begin its retreat. It is the largest of the heads by far and its gaze flickers back and forth between the ships. It hissed once in a sound much like a lake being boiled. It said something in its ancient language in a horrifyingly loud voice and then began withdrawing into its shell as the city began sinking back under the sea. As it vanished, the lights formed a strange insignia in the air that no one could identify but no one would ever forget, either.
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Post by Dr. Archimedes Steller on Jul 9, 2020 16:14:04 GMT
"This was..." Archimedes sated at the retreat in serpent with wide round eyes. They glimmered like a child's. All he could think was the he would likely never again get to gaze upon something so beautiful. "AWESOME!"
"Ms. Melchior, you have No idea what you have just missed! Holy Fudge!" The old man charged downstairs in order to relay the scene to his assistant. "AND SHE SPOKE! Can you believe it? The Nerdrassian Serpent is SAPIENT! I need to write that down as soon as possible."
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