They exited Mikeal's house and walked out to the street, Mikeal and
Jake were already hurrying towards the Temple District. They always went to
the temple to attend a service on the seventh of the tenday, but something
semmed different. Neither of them could tell what exactly was different.
After an hour of walking and jogging, and on occasion being asked by
courtesians for their services, reached the Temple District. The two of
them stood outside of the great temple of Helm as masses of people flowed
in like a river of rushing water. Jake went in first followed by his friend
and, more importantly bodyguard. The went trhough a door on their left, the
room held other youth their ages and a few younger. The preist was
different, last time Jake had been here it was a man, who was this woman?
Oh well, like it really matters who teaches it...Just so long as Helm
know's I'm here. Jake and Mikeal each took a seat. Jake secretivly panned
the room, getting a look at each person sitting around him.
He was almost finished with his surveyance of the room, till he noticed a girl she appeared to be fourteen years of age. Although Jake wasn't certain of it, he stuck with his gut instinct. He held his gaze over her and continued to analyze her. The garments she wore bespoke of a noble birth, yet the warm smile of her face said she cared not of her status. Her hair was an exquisite shade of brown, it shimmered beautifully in the light. It wasn't exactly long, but neither was it short, somewhere between the two. Which made her youthful face even more alluring. She was what Jake imagined an angel from the higher planes must look like. Her hands delicate and supple, hands that looked like they could bring kindness, but never pain.
For the rest of the youth sermon Jake sat there lookin at her. He had fallen head over heels for a girl he didn't know, and was noble born. After an hour passed the youth were dismissed for a while before High Watcher Oisig's sermon began. Jake and Mikeal stood outside the temple, Mikeal began to focus on Jake's smile. The young bard looked to his friend and innocently asked,"What? Why are you staring at me so?", "Because I know you. Either your up to something, or something happened and I'm out in the damn dark." Jake just chuckled, "Something miraculous did happen, I hath seen an angel. An angel of love. She stole my breath, and my heart." Mikeal's jovial faced changed to a face you'd only see on a gargoyle. "What the fuck are you talkin 'bout you idiot? You must be jokin, tell me your jokin. Come on Jake." Jake began to pace in front of the temple door. "Did you see her Mikeal?". "Her who? It's not like there was only one girl in there you moron. I can't read your mind like a damn mind flayer." Jake spun on his heel, a grin spread across his face. "The angel in blue! The girl who's lovliness has no comparison!". A bell began to sound deep from deep within the temple, signaling that the sermon was about to begin. "Lets talk about this after the service".
The two friends walked in to find a place to sit. As usual they sat close towards the rear of the temple. Mikeal began to listen deeply to the high priests. Jake instead pulled out a scroll tube, a feather pen, and an ink well from the pockets sown to the inside of his cloak. He uncapped the tube as well as the bottle top on the ink well, and pulled out a clean sheet of parchment. Carefully and slowly Jake etched the words "Beautiful angel in blue, who are you? You have stolen my heart, yet I do not know you. Was this meant to be? Or am I merely lucky? Do you even see me? Though I always see you, even in my dreams. I ask, is this a curse or a blessing? Only in time will we know." He laid out the parchment so the ink could dry. Again, his gaze fell upon her. His eyes transfixed upon her, as if he would die without her. Helm, please just let me know this girl, let me know who this angel is, Jake thought. Jake sat there thinking about her, then Mikeal nudged him in the gut. "Come on Jake. It's over let's head on out." He just merely nodded, and he began to scoop up his wrtiting tools and placed them back in their respective pockets. The bard stood and shuffled out of the pew. Mikeal shoved his way through the crowd as Jake moved deftly through the mass of people, weaving in and out from between the church goers.
The young warrior finally caught up to his friend. "Damn pansy, you could've waited for me." Jake made a pouty face to his comrade. "Yea, I could've waited for ye. But then I told myself, 'What fun would that have been?'" Mikeal lifted his middle finger to Jake. "Fun this."Jake motioned with his hand for his friend to follow. "Where are we going?", "Out to lunch at the Copper Coronet. Aren't you hungry? I am." Mikeal jugged to catch up to him. "How in the Nine Hells are you payin'?", "With my deft fingers and my fathers loose purse strings." Jake chuckled, his father hadn't noticed ten measly gold pieces were missiong from the coffers. "Your sick Jake. Funny, but sick." Jake accpeted the joke with a truly sincere smile. They walked side by side down the middle of the open streets of Athkatla. Chatting nonchalantly as the surroundings began to slowly fall in upkeep. Jake knew they'd be there soon, and he truly wanted lunch right about now. Mikeal was looking left and right for trouble, and he found it.
Two fellows walked deliberatly at them, one was geared in leather armor with a cloak and hood. Whereas the other wore a suit of chain mail and carried a wicked looking great sword. "Oh shit, my boot laces came undone!" Jake bent down to tie them. "Jake get the fuck up, we have company." The two reached Jake and Mikeal as the young bard proceeded to tie his shoe. The big one in chain mail spoke first,"Your walkin' on my street, ye might want to be handin over your gold, afore i run ye through ye filthy currs." Jake was still bent over lacing his boots as he talked to the two thugs. "Now why would myself and my friend want to hand over the money I rightfully stole, only to have it stolen from me? Especially when..." Jake slid his hand into his boot sheath for his dagger. "the dead have no need for money?!" Jake lunged as fast as he could to the big fighter's throat, landing it right on the mark. The would be thug got his hands their one moment to late, as he pulled Jake's dagger free of his throat his blood began to rush uncontrollably all over him. His partner appeared to be the quicker though, the thief jumped back and drew a throwing dagger which landed right in Jakes ribs. Mikeal began to chase the thief down, but then realised his brotther in arms was hurt. "Jake! Are you alright?" Jake gave a smile as he clutched the wound to staunch the bloodflow. "It's just a scratch, at least it would be it was a tiger claw." Mikeal grabbed his only potion of healing, and uncapped it. Then jammed the vial in his mouth. Jake chugged it all, but choked a little on it. Almost immediatly the wound began to close and mend itself. Jake looked down at spot where the wound wasand thought What a fucking day so far...
He was almost finished with his surveyance of the room, till he noticed a girl she appeared to be fourteen years of age. Although Jake wasn't certain of it, he stuck with his gut instinct. He held his gaze over her and continued to analyze her. The garments she wore bespoke of a noble birth, yet the warm smile of her face said she cared not of her status. Her hair was an exquisite shade of brown, it shimmered beautifully in the light. It wasn't exactly long, but neither was it short, somewhere between the two. Which made her youthful face even more alluring. She was what Jake imagined an angel from the higher planes must look like. Her hands delicate and supple, hands that looked like they could bring kindness, but never pain.
For the rest of the youth sermon Jake sat there lookin at her. He had fallen head over heels for a girl he didn't know, and was noble born. After an hour passed the youth were dismissed for a while before High Watcher Oisig's sermon began. Jake and Mikeal stood outside the temple, Mikeal began to focus on Jake's smile. The young bard looked to his friend and innocently asked,"What? Why are you staring at me so?", "Because I know you. Either your up to something, or something happened and I'm out in the damn dark." Jake just chuckled, "Something miraculous did happen, I hath seen an angel. An angel of love. She stole my breath, and my heart." Mikeal's jovial faced changed to a face you'd only see on a gargoyle. "What the fuck are you talkin 'bout you idiot? You must be jokin, tell me your jokin. Come on Jake." Jake began to pace in front of the temple door. "Did you see her Mikeal?". "Her who? It's not like there was only one girl in there you moron. I can't read your mind like a damn mind flayer." Jake spun on his heel, a grin spread across his face. "The angel in blue! The girl who's lovliness has no comparison!". A bell began to sound deep from deep within the temple, signaling that the sermon was about to begin. "Lets talk about this after the service".
The two friends walked in to find a place to sit. As usual they sat close towards the rear of the temple. Mikeal began to listen deeply to the high priests. Jake instead pulled out a scroll tube, a feather pen, and an ink well from the pockets sown to the inside of his cloak. He uncapped the tube as well as the bottle top on the ink well, and pulled out a clean sheet of parchment. Carefully and slowly Jake etched the words "Beautiful angel in blue, who are you? You have stolen my heart, yet I do not know you. Was this meant to be? Or am I merely lucky? Do you even see me? Though I always see you, even in my dreams. I ask, is this a curse or a blessing? Only in time will we know." He laid out the parchment so the ink could dry. Again, his gaze fell upon her. His eyes transfixed upon her, as if he would die without her. Helm, please just let me know this girl, let me know who this angel is, Jake thought. Jake sat there thinking about her, then Mikeal nudged him in the gut. "Come on Jake. It's over let's head on out." He just merely nodded, and he began to scoop up his wrtiting tools and placed them back in their respective pockets. The bard stood and shuffled out of the pew. Mikeal shoved his way through the crowd as Jake moved deftly through the mass of people, weaving in and out from between the church goers.
The young warrior finally caught up to his friend. "Damn pansy, you could've waited for me." Jake made a pouty face to his comrade. "Yea, I could've waited for ye. But then I told myself, 'What fun would that have been?'" Mikeal lifted his middle finger to Jake. "Fun this."Jake motioned with his hand for his friend to follow. "Where are we going?", "Out to lunch at the Copper Coronet. Aren't you hungry? I am." Mikeal jugged to catch up to him. "How in the Nine Hells are you payin'?", "With my deft fingers and my fathers loose purse strings." Jake chuckled, his father hadn't noticed ten measly gold pieces were missiong from the coffers. "Your sick Jake. Funny, but sick." Jake accpeted the joke with a truly sincere smile. They walked side by side down the middle of the open streets of Athkatla. Chatting nonchalantly as the surroundings began to slowly fall in upkeep. Jake knew they'd be there soon, and he truly wanted lunch right about now. Mikeal was looking left and right for trouble, and he found it.
Two fellows walked deliberatly at them, one was geared in leather armor with a cloak and hood. Whereas the other wore a suit of chain mail and carried a wicked looking great sword. "Oh shit, my boot laces came undone!" Jake bent down to tie them. "Jake get the fuck up, we have company." The two reached Jake and Mikeal as the young bard proceeded to tie his shoe. The big one in chain mail spoke first,"Your walkin' on my street, ye might want to be handin over your gold, afore i run ye through ye filthy currs." Jake was still bent over lacing his boots as he talked to the two thugs. "Now why would myself and my friend want to hand over the money I rightfully stole, only to have it stolen from me? Especially when..." Jake slid his hand into his boot sheath for his dagger. "the dead have no need for money?!" Jake lunged as fast as he could to the big fighter's throat, landing it right on the mark. The would be thug got his hands their one moment to late, as he pulled Jake's dagger free of his throat his blood began to rush uncontrollably all over him. His partner appeared to be the quicker though, the thief jumped back and drew a throwing dagger which landed right in Jakes ribs. Mikeal began to chase the thief down, but then realised his brotther in arms was hurt. "Jake! Are you alright?" Jake gave a smile as he clutched the wound to staunch the bloodflow. "It's just a scratch, at least it would be it was a tiger claw." Mikeal grabbed his only potion of healing, and uncapped it. Then jammed the vial in his mouth. Jake chugged it all, but choked a little on it. Almost immediatly the wound began to close and mend itself. Jake looked down at spot where the wound wasand thought What a fucking day so far...