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Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Maximilian Totentanz
Location:
Stormwind
"Let's...let's play to our strengths, then. I'll plan, and you...you kill people with...with sharp...things..." he wheezed. "Just get them to...to open the...thedoor." Max coughed, blood flecking his lips. "I'mma havin' a crumbucket of a day right 'ere..."
Post by
Aimsyr
Elsa Wolftongue
Stormwind
Elsa became visibly nervous as the cathedral came into sight, so nervous in fact she was clutching as tightly as possible at
her
coin purses as if she expected to be robbed of them at any moment.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Peter Brighthammer
Location:
Stormwind
Peter slowed slightly at the reaction. "Are...you okay?"
Post by
Aimsyr
Elsa Wolftongue
Stormwind
The pickpocket nodded, "fine, perfectly fine," she responded quickly, remembering that Peter was a priest.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Peter Brighthammer
Location:
Stormwind
Peter gave her a curious look but nodded all the same. "Okay..." he said as they reached the door. Careful so as not to upset her, he shifted her weight against his body so as to free an arm, and knocked firmly upon the Cathedral door.
Within moments the priest from the other night arrived. No sooner had he opened the door than he sucked in a sharp breath. "Heavens! What happened!"
Post by
Aimsyr
Elsa Wolftongue
Stormwind
Elsa did and said nothing, bar tightening her grip upon her possessions.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Peter Brighthammer
Location:
Stormwind
"She um...fell off a roof."
"What!" the priest exclaimed. "Well hurry! Bring her inside. Come on now, be quick about it!"
Peter gratefully followed the old mans instructions, bringing Elsa into the Cathedral. The two brought her into the main hall, lying her down on a nearby bench so she was comfortable.
"Alright, hang on there miss. Hmm," the old man mused, stroking his beard with one hand as he examined her. "I see you did some quick work already. Give me a moment." The old man rubbed his hands together, slowly breathing in, then out. He raised his hands over the woman's body, leaving them to hover there as he poured healing Light into her body.
"Tell me where it hurts most," he advised. Peter hovering nervously over the old mans shoulder.
Post by
Aimsyr
Elsa Wolftongue
Stormwind
"Nowhere," Elsa responded unhelpfully, not wanting to appear weak in front of strangers.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Peter Brighthammer
Location:
Stormwind
The priest hummed and returned to healing the girl. Despite his age, he appeared perfectly up to the task. Not even breaking a sweat even as he poured holy magic into the girl.
Post by
Aimsyr
Elsa Wolftongue
Stormwind
Elsa relaxed at this, though her hands remained protectively upon tunic.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Peter Brighthammer
Location:
Stormwind
It took some time, and yet remarkably little considering the injuries. But wounds closed, blood dried, bits of bodies popped back into place (though of the agonies suffered during we'd rather not face). Beneath the golden glow of holy Light, Elsa's body was gradually returned to its more natural state. Sadly, her clothes remained quite the worse for the wear.
The priest at last removed his hands. His beard lifting slightly as he examined his work. "Hmm...Yes, yes. Quite good. I should say."
"Anywhere still hurt?" Peter prodded.
Post by
Aimsyr
Elsa Wolftongue
Stormwind
"No," Elsa responded curtly - even if she was still feeling pain her answer would not have been any longer, let alone any more helpful.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Peter Brighthammer
Location:
Stormwind
"Good. You're probably a bit dehydrated. I'll go grab something," the older man commented. He turned about, vanishing back into the depths of the cathedral and leaving the two alone.
Post by
Aimsyr
Elsa Wolftongue
Stormwind
The pickpocket breathed a sigh of relief and loosened her grip upon her tunic, but only once the old man was well out of earshot.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Peter Brighthammer
Location:
Stormwind
"Really okay? Should say so. Now, preferably," Peter said worriedly.
Post by
Aimsyr
Elsa Wolftongue
Stormwind
"I'm fine," Elsa snapped, having grown tired of being fussed over. The pickpocket pulled herself into a sitting position, eyeing her surroundings with suspicion.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Peter Brighthammer
Location:
Stormwind
"Ah," Peter said, slightly abashed. "Um...good." He fluttered about for a moment before taking a seat on the bench as well.
"So, um..." the priest began. "Why did you jump?"
Post by
Aimsyr
Elsa Wolftongue
Stormwind
"Your dwarven friends were going to take
my
money," Elsa responded with a shrug, "that and you threw me off balance."
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Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Maximilian Totentanz
Location:
Stormwind
Maximilian slumped in the undead's arms. A snap of his fingers sent a shimmer coursing from his body to the Dogal's. Their clothes themselves did not change. But their colours did. The white and blue of the Stormwind guards consuming their own dress. Flimsy tabards also draped their bodies. They were hardly perfect. They clung stiffly to their bodies like they were made of wood, and the symbol of the lion was blocky and crude, as if drawn with the basic shapes that someone forgot to smooth out.
In the revealing daylight, the crude imagery wouldn't be enough to fool anyone. But in the dim world of the prison, where light was confined to the sputtering of torches, it was just passable enough.
There were three guards on the other side of the bars connecting the small post which separated the upper and lower levels with twin rows of steel bars. A desk near the rear, some weapon racks, and several chairs, of which two were instantly pushed aside. The two guards quickly made their way to the metal barrier.
"Hey! What's going on? What's happening?" the first demanded.
Character:
Peter Brighthammer
Location:
Stormwind
"O-oh!" Peter started. "The, ah, dwarves? Don't know them. Never met them. Until then, that is. But, well...Sorry," he said, hanging his head somewhat.
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