The Priest and the Barbarian [Remus/Perun C Support]
Mar 14, 2016 12:14:35 GMT -6
Post by Perun on Mar 14, 2016 12:14:35 GMT -6
OoC: Takes place not moments after Fortune's Folly
Ic: A man from the snowy land that little men's maps said Perun also hailed from had appeared and made life hell for the company escorting a pair of orphans, and then he had simply vanished. The Giant, the Swordsman, the Silver Tongue, and the Priest had barely managed to make it through their fight with the maniac with his sword of fire. The giant had been cut by the fire, and it had burned his veins. There was an expression the people used outside of his valley, called "blood boiling." It meant that you were angry, or sometimes disgusted. They used it wrong. In the moment the fire had spread across every inch of him, he knew what it was like to have your blood boil. It did not anger you, it made you afraid. Afraid for your life. Any man who could feel as his life didn't slowly slip away, but instead was burned off, and told you he didn't feel fear was a liar. The orange giant believed himself to be as brave as they came in the face of danger, but now the danger was gone, and he was allowed to feel fear the same as a man of any size.
And he felt it, gripping his shoulder like it was an injured bird, he had spoken with Donovan and made sure he was alright, then checked on the little ones. Now he wished to speak with Remus, the other little one. The priest would heal him, that much was necessary. Donovan had seemed to enjoy his chat with the little man, perhaps Perun could be calmed by him as well. So, still gripping his shoulder, Perun made his way over to the man and sat on a small chair that had managed to avoid burning in the blaze or being crushed by his or Donovan's weight as they'd flown into the inn. Then he said to the little man, "Mne nuzhno, chtoby istselit' menya."
Ic: A man from the snowy land that little men's maps said Perun also hailed from had appeared and made life hell for the company escorting a pair of orphans, and then he had simply vanished. The Giant, the Swordsman, the Silver Tongue, and the Priest had barely managed to make it through their fight with the maniac with his sword of fire. The giant had been cut by the fire, and it had burned his veins. There was an expression the people used outside of his valley, called "blood boiling." It meant that you were angry, or sometimes disgusted. They used it wrong. In the moment the fire had spread across every inch of him, he knew what it was like to have your blood boil. It did not anger you, it made you afraid. Afraid for your life. Any man who could feel as his life didn't slowly slip away, but instead was burned off, and told you he didn't feel fear was a liar. The orange giant believed himself to be as brave as they came in the face of danger, but now the danger was gone, and he was allowed to feel fear the same as a man of any size.
And he felt it, gripping his shoulder like it was an injured bird, he had spoken with Donovan and made sure he was alright, then checked on the little ones. Now he wished to speak with Remus, the other little one. The priest would heal him, that much was necessary. Donovan had seemed to enjoy his chat with the little man, perhaps Perun could be calmed by him as well. So, still gripping his shoulder, Perun made his way over to the man and sat on a small chair that had managed to avoid burning in the blaze or being crushed by his or Donovan's weight as they'd flown into the inn. Then he said to the little man, "Mne nuzhno, chtoby istselit' menya."