!!G/voTlpUqBj 03/26/12(Mon)04:05 No.18461597|
“ Here.” You set him down. As you do so, Jekka and Warf walk over, taking oppostie positions and glaring at the crowd, weapons posed menacingly.
You ease the sword out of his body, and pull a single potion from your belt. Uncapping it, you raise it to his lips. As the potion drips into his mouth, you speak.
"You died today, Karrn. You were struck down for wickedness and treachery. But your people know best of all, that even the worst man may serve his people, and save lives, from beyond the grave. Rise now, and defend both our peoples."
As the potion works his magic, you see his wound heal, leaving only torn clothes as a reminder. His eyes transfer from his chest to your face. He extends his hand, and you shake it.
“I will. I will honor this promise, until my bones are ground for mortar, and my skin peeled for leather.” As he recites a traditional Karrnath oath, you nod.
Then, a bright light flashes. “time to go!” Dero chirps. You nod, and while the crowd is blinded, you rush out with Warf and Jekka.
By the time the crowd recovers, the mysterious figures were gone. What lay left was a field of men, each one, though bloodied and bruised, still living and recovering. The Karrn stood there, extending a hand to where that mysterious figure once stood, to a person who might just have saved not only Sharn, but Breland, Thane, and the entirety of Khorvaire. That day, council talks went errant, Karrnath was blamed, and fires raged. But in the end, no damage was ultimately done, after a bit of moping and complaining, the Council decided to advise the king of Breland to agree to peace talks. Sure, damage was done. but ultimately, progress was made that day.