Jun 16, 2025 9:05 am
"'Not known to be clever or a fan of beautiful aesthetic. Orcs are natures proof that virtue and vice have at least some respect toward appearance.'" Crow quoted Ragefast the Mage who had apprenticed Volo. "'One is praised for smashing a roach. But villified for smashing a butterfly.'"
He began to take his own chain shirt off, doffing his suede cloak. He pulled apart several s-hooks that bound the byrnie to him and slides out of it. Taking the glowing shirt for himself since no one else seemed to want it. "That warshirt is made to be highly agile, it was meant for an inquisitor. It can be easily adjusted with straps to fit most any human. If you can wear armor, wear the best you can." After a few more seconds he had extracted himself from it. Then moved over to Tarna as he slipped the byrnie overhead. "Give me a hand with this, please."
The mind of the Chondathan youth was filled, almost exclusively with facts of war, legerdemain, and the study of evil in all its forms. His eidetic memory did not serve to make him charming. It was just information, recited word for word. But he was completely honest with his statement. It didn't matter if if struck home to Crow, it was simply the truth, absolute immutable.
What more could one expect from an acolyte of Tyr?
"They were obviously too stupid to realize we had the better of them. Which is why we killed them."
For a moment Crow wondered how the other kids could be so casual with killing. Wondering if his sheltered youth in the temple had so blinded him to the realities of life in Waterdeep. That troubled him almost as much as the act of killing. The Jewel of the North was the Safest place on Abeir-Toril as he had read. Yet the denizens of it had such a casual approach to violence. It struck him as odd that he had been trained to kill, and the justification was that to kill evil was just and prudent.
He began to take his own chain shirt off, doffing his suede cloak. He pulled apart several s-hooks that bound the byrnie to him and slides out of it. Taking the glowing shirt for himself since no one else seemed to want it. "That warshirt is made to be highly agile, it was meant for an inquisitor. It can be easily adjusted with straps to fit most any human. If you can wear armor, wear the best you can." After a few more seconds he had extracted himself from it. Then moved over to Tarna as he slipped the byrnie overhead. "Give me a hand with this, please."
The mind of the Chondathan youth was filled, almost exclusively with facts of war, legerdemain, and the study of evil in all its forms. His eidetic memory did not serve to make him charming. It was just information, recited word for word. But he was completely honest with his statement. It didn't matter if if struck home to Crow, it was simply the truth, absolute immutable.
What more could one expect from an acolyte of Tyr?
"They were obviously too stupid to realize we had the better of them. Which is why we killed them."
For a moment Crow wondered how the other kids could be so casual with killing. Wondering if his sheltered youth in the temple had so blinded him to the realities of life in Waterdeep. That troubled him almost as much as the act of killing. The Jewel of the North was the Safest place on Abeir-Toril as he had read. Yet the denizens of it had such a casual approach to violence. It struck him as odd that he had been trained to kill, and the justification was that to kill evil was just and prudent.
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Crow will doff the masterwork chain shirt hastily then attempt to get into the glowing armor with help.Last edited June 16, 2025 9:07 am
