Harp's day cont.
Subject Harp's day
Does that include Kal?
From: Kevin
Subject Harp's day
Sir, I started the journey off poorly. We had an encounter with some orcs, and my baser instincts almost cost us dearly. I must still work on controlling my desires. As the journey progressed, I learned much from Ran and Salix. I learned the power of nature from Salix - it is truly awsome the powers he has at his command and we were well served by his presence.
As we travelled, I became aware that others were depending on me. That was a concept that I had not truly grasped before then. I am unsure if it was because the others were willing to accept me (at least after a while) or because we had a common mission, but it was true none the less. By the time we encountered those creatures on our return, we were almost fighting as a team - using each other as support, helping the other get an adavantage and such. I was greatful of having the power of Heironius available to me, albiet in small measure. There were times when I wish I had been more studious in my devotions.
Mostly, I am glad that I was not an embarrassment to you. I know you said that many in the Order did not think I was ready for such a mission. I hope that I have acted in way supported your decision to select me.
From: Mark
Subject Harp's day
Kal was not part of the original party, so no they would not have talked to him about what had happened.
From: Mark
Subject Harp's day
Anglewing replies "I think you have done the order proud." He takes out a small set of bars and throws them at Harp. "In recognition of your service you are being promoted to sergent. Take the next sevenday off and then report back to me. Congratulations sergant Harp." He stands and holds out his hand.
From: Kevin
Subject Harp's day
Harp, stuttering, looks in amazement at the bars in his hand. Sargent? A promotion? Just a few weeks ago, he had been getting off of work detail for failure to follow orders. And here he was, getting promoted. With a somewhat flabbergasted look on his face, Harp stands, takes Anglewing's hand, and takes leave of his commander.
Slowly, he wanders his way back to his quarters. Sargent. All because he had finally, in a small way, learned to follow orders. Harp thought back to his early days. He had fought everything he had been taught. Following rules did not come naturally to him, a fault from his fathers side, he was sure. However, these past few weeks had shown him that there was indeed a time for rules, and that following them could lead to a greater success. It seemed that when he did so, things seemed to work our well for him. Hieronious had answered his prayers when he needed, had provided his support and blessing, even on those who did not believe or follow him. He would have to think, and pray, long and hard about this revalation.
OOC: Mark, I am guessing that Harp will be the only one likely to want to do anything with the full plate armor they captured. I would like him to be able to take the suits to the Orders armorer and see if they can adjust them to his size. I am unsure how long of a break we will be taking in game tiime, so I do not want to wait until the last minute before I ask for that to be done.
From: Mark
Subject Harp's day
The time from when they got home to the next main meeting will be about 9 days. Plenty of time for the MU to get new spells learned and recorded, and for others to have stuff repaired and made, if they wish.
From: Kevin
Subject Harp's Day
As Harp thinks about his recent trip, and his more recent promotion, he remembers his early days. How far he had come since that time. He owed all to the member of the Order who had taken him in, had showed him what life could be like. They had accepted him, well, at least most of them, though they were unsure if he would be able to overcome the troubles of his birth. It had been through the grace of Heironious that he had been able to succeed, in spite of himself. It was then that Harp realized that he should do some extra sacrafice to prove to his lord that Harp recognized the trust that he had been shown.
" I will do a 48 hour fast and prayer. That will be the sacrafice." He called a page to his quarters and informed the page to come collect Harp at the chapel in 2 days time.
With that, Harp stripped off his heavy clothes, put on his simple supplicants robes, and headed for the chappel. Once there, he knealt down and began to pray. He began with the first Analect, the first teachings of Heironious he had learned so many months ago. He started there, and then slowly worked his way through all the rest. Upon completing the first repetition, Harp began to more closely study each one, trying to relate it to what he had learned on his journey. After his second repetition, he went through all of them again, this time adding what he had just thought about to what he had learned in his initial training. It was by this repetition that Harp would open his soul and heart to the teaching of the Battle Lord. The third time through Harp began to try and connect each Analect to the one before it. This took what seemed like hours. Eventually, Harp's mind began to loose some focus, becoming one with his passion.
It was in the middle of this thought that the creature appeared. Harp was thinking to himself, considering the 34th Analect, when he felt a presence. Disgruntled at being disturbed, Harp opened his eyes and was suprised when he thought he saw Heronin standing in front of him. He started to speak, but the creature raised his hand and spoke softly to Harp - "Stop. Do not speak. What happens here is between the two of us Harp." Harp is overwhelmed at the feeling of good exuding from the creature in front of him. It looks vaugely like his Knight Captain, but Harp had never felt such a "presence" before. He had no worries, no concerns, things were just good.
The creature spoke again."I am, like you, a servant of the Battle Lord, Heironious. I have been sent because your recent activities have not gone un-noticed. The Battle Lord is pleased with you Harp. You have brought glory to his name and have frustrated the aims of his brother Hextor. Your situation is unique Harp, there are no others of you type who have ever followed this path before. My lord has seen your struggles and seen your valor in battle. He is also familiar with your willingness to sacrafice your own well being for the benefit of others. Because of this devotion to the ideals my Lord stands for, he has decided to grant you some slight bit more of his favor. But be warned. Do not be frivolous with the gifts of the Battle Lord. He expects his followers to hew to his path. You have a wild side about you that you must learn to control.
When you see Heronin alone next, tell him of this vision. He, alone of your companions, will understand what has been said here."
With that, the figure in front of Harp seems to glow with a radiance that soon becomes painful for Harp to watch. He crams his eyes closed, and then feels the glorious presence vanish. When he opens his eyes, the figure is gone. Harp blinks his eyes. What had he just seen? He had heard about "visitations" before, but they had always been to important clerics of the Order, never a lowly corporal - no, sergant. Harp shakes his head, and looks over at the hour glass. He has 4 more hours to go. With a sigh, he resigns himself to repeat the Analects 2 last time before the page comes to get him.
Harp lost track of time