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Long into the evening, hours past sun down the Chapter Marshal returns from his duties with his newly renewed scowl present, moving towards the dining hall in the upper chambers of the Cathedral to enjoy his meal, casually.
It is near this time that the squires change shifts... Two moving to the Library to study, one to relax in the town center, and one to the dining hall to join Gill.
Gill seems to have an odd aura about him, despite his recent events, even more... Odd, quiet, as if two walls were grinding against him in his head. He finishes his meal quickly.. Then retreats to the Barracks.
The barracks seem empty, aside from a single, deeply asleep Novice, looking as if he had been drinking that night, intoxicated within his slumber. Gill frowns at this, but allow him to sleep, his scolding will come from the Inquisition soon enough.
He draws his Bastard Sword at his hip, and eyes for a while, each ornate engraving, his personal litany he put upon it so that all may feel the wrath of the Prayers to Kelemvor when his steel touches their flesh.
His scowl deepening, he turns the blade for it's hilt to rest upon the ground, glancing at it, staring.... Contemplating...
Kelemvor, Judge of the Dead, my Lord, forgive me for this waste of life...
Eugh!"
He falls upon his blade, his armor clattering as he lands on the ground, completely run through as he idly stares at the wall... His blood running cold quickly.
To avail, however, the Squire in the neighboring Dining Hall ran in at the sound of Gill.
"Chapter Marshal, M'lord!"
He quickly runs to Gill's side, and slides to his knees, quickly removing the blade, and looking Gill in the eyes, knowing he will die any moment... He begins to utter prayers under his breath, praying, hoping, pleading to Kelemvor that he grant but a Squire the power to heal Gill. He places his hand over the wound, as it glows brightly, Gill's wounds suddenly becoming cured to the Squire's amaze. He looks in awe at Lord Kelemvor's abilities he has granted him as he puts his hand on the back of Gill's head.
"Chapter Marshal, what is it that has felled you? Yourself?"
"..Yes... Or... Attempted to, Brother.."
Gill coughs, and goes silent... The Squire raises an eyebrow and takes a seal of Sacred Doctrine from his pack, and reads it.
"Dehinc, óminus Kelemvor dinem, gratiam hunc morbum trepident, semper salva est."
Gills eyes blink as he looks around, and he stares at the Squire, his scowl deepening even though his life was just saved.
"Wretched heretics and their mind trickery.. Stand, and unhand me. Patrol the deserts once your are well rested."
With that, Gill left the Barracks, leaving his bloodied blade there forgetting he even drew it.
The Drunk Novice shifts in bed to the ruckus, and snores further.
_________________ Herra Tutteri wrote: Silvarus wrote: Well that is awkward, since Gagis is actually a little girl. So he's a pale-skinned calm man with loads of money... who thinks he's a little girl... Oh dear Lord! Gägä is MICHAEL JACKSON!
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