Tuesday, November 3, 2015

Amulets and Hammers

Marpenoth 19, 1367 DR - Year of the Shield

Coryn tied the small pouch to his belt, “Many thanks milady, I only wish we could have been faster.”

 “Yes, thank you milady,” Remenissions agreed.

Baroness Cromm nodded, her body waivered but her feet remained planted on the ground.  One by one the fellows bowed their heads and turned back to their waiting horses. Haeming sat atop his, having returned to it the moment after he received his pay.

            Remenissions checked over his gear while staring at Haeming, as the other fellows climbed back into their saddles. 

Justian checked his jaw movement after once more donning his helmet, “Cleric, have you an idea what that ring does?”

Coryn shifted in his saddle, “It is magical and that is the extent to which my skills allow.”

“Haeming might know something about it,” Remenissions sneered as he climbed up onto his dappled grey stallion.

Haeming shook his head and shrugged, "my knowledge is limited to weapons and armor, mostly."

“We should take it to a sage in Daggerford,” Justian offered, “perhaps we can learn more there.”

“Indeed,” Coryn agreed, “shall we be off to report in and then speak with Ironeater?”

 “Aye,” Dorian replied, turning his steed back toward town.

“Go to town if you wish,” Remenissions snarled, “I'm going to destroy this thing and toss it in the ocean. Anyone that wants to come with is more than welcome.”

            Dorian looked behind back toward the paladin, “Pass.”

 “Remenissions,” Justian trotted his horse near the paladin, “only the amulet needs to be destroyed, not the ring.”

Remenissions stared at the young warrior while he flipped the amulet around his finger by its chain.

"I have better things to do than ride hours to the ocean,” Haeming replied.

“I agree with not going to the ocean,” Justian nodded towards Haeming, “I think we should destroy it here and now.”

 “I'm with Justian,” Dorian said.

 “And do what with the pieces?” The paladin asked.

"Who knows,” Haeming once more shrugged, and glanced at Remenissions, “you might just pocket it without us knowing."

Remenissions looks at Haeming, wide-eyed, “I am a paladin of the Order of the-” the paladin cut himself off midsentence and sighed, “fine.”

“Order of the Assassins of the Helpless,” Justian scoffed.

Dorian laughed, “That's pretty good, kid.”

Justian smiled, his face turning stark red, “Once smashed we can all take possession of a piece of the remains and dispose of it how we like. As long as I know my piece went into the town forge, I will be satisfied.”

Remenissions dismounted and walked to a nearby slab of broken masonry, setting the amulet on top of it. With a fluid motion born of discipline and practice the paladin removed the warhammer from his back baldric and smashed the amulet, cracking it into four pieces.   

One by one the fellows dismounted and took a piece off the slab, all kept their eyes on Remenissions.

 “Now if you fools will excuse me,” Remenissions snarled, “I will meet back with you in Daggerford.”

Remenissions leaves the party, again.

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