Category:User:Vondal

Vondal walks into the tavern and pauses a moment allowing his eyes to adjust to the dimness and proceeds to the bar to order a drink

Marcellus approaches the bar and tosses a handful of copper coins onto the countertop, saying, "Drinks all around! Ale for everyone, Mesthak. No one should be thirsty when Marcellus is here." The priest looks around the room with a self-important air, smiling as though very pleased with hiself as Mesthak places a line of bottles on the bar.

Vondal perks up and his eyes widen in suprise at the prospect of free booze, he eagerly picks up the closest bottle and takes a healthy draught "Thank you kindly" he says to the priest

Marcellus turns to face the voice of someone expressing appropriate thanks, and sees a dwarf, "You are most welcome, my good fellow. I am Marcellus, High Priest of Kanos the Ascended." he bows with a flourish, "at your service." he straightens, then leans his ample frame on the bar. Though he is rather heavy about the middle, it is evident that he is rather muscular about the arms and shoulders, even through his rather loose-fitting, gleaming white tunic. "I do not recall that we have met." he says, looking intently, but with a broad smile on his face.

Vondal stiffens and his smile falters for a moment at Marcellus's words "You're a priest?" he mumbles. After a moment of hesitation and a heavy sigh the dwarf speaks " I am pleased to make your aquitance, I am Vondal Bloodforge, a cleric from a distant land and a stranger in this one. It's no surprise we havent met." Vondal picks up another drink from the counter and takes a sip, he then returns the priests intent stare. "What can i help you with?"

Marcellus nods as he listend to Vondal, then speaks in his booming voice, always pitched as though he wants everyone in the room to hear him, "Vondal, is it? Well, I am pleased to meet a Cleric, for there can be no vocation more noble than service to the Gods." he nods again with approval as he warms up to the dwarf. "Have you been to the Temple of Kanos Ironbeard, just west of Melbane's mines in the north?" He reaches for another bottle. "It is the Temple of my Patron, Kanos. The statue there is a remarkable likeness." he looks wistfully over Vondal as he seems to be remembering the demigod's manifestation.

Vondal runs the fingers of his left hand over his beard and looks toward the ceiling as if thinking. "I may have heard of Kanos but it was only in passing, nothing solid. I am intrigued though, you say there is a temple dedicated to Kanos? Not far from here? And dedicated to good, I hope?" All of these questions come out in a quick gruff succession but are easily understandable and the tone of his voice gives away his earnest curiousity.

Marcellus seems taken aback, "Good?" he asks, them he laughs, "He is a great benevolent spirit, my friend. A friend to the friendless, a loving Patron who enjoys sharing a good glass of ale." he nods an winks, "I have caught the barest glimpse of your soul, and I see a righteous one whom I have no hesitation to trust." the priest lifts his bottle and does not drink, but inhales the aroma of it. "Mesthak brews a pretty good ale, eh?"

Vondal nods all the while while the priest speaks and takes another sip of his brew "Indeed, I've found the ale in this parts, divine?" he chuckles for a moment and continues "Good I suppose is a bit much and we both know that life is never that clear cut. I like to believe that a righteous fire still burns with me still but as it is now, only a small ember remains slowly waning with each passing day" . Vondal takes another swig of ale and settled himself further into his seat, his chainmail clanging lightly. " I must confess, coming to this land I've only met those of a darker nature and strange ways, aye, I believe your soul to be one that is righteous as well"