#hauvell

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promptly hides behind abbot

There seemed to be a ridiculous number of people behind the Ironclad, who was backed up against a wall.  Hauvell, a couple of party churchgoers, the Smelter Demon itself were all cowering behind Abbot now, all with the frenzied captain yelling at them that nothing was going on, they were wrong, stupid, and Ady would tell them so too.

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and hauvell chokes on his snack

“What, do you have something to say, Hauvell?  Do you?”  The Captain rounded on the poor knight, who was sitting with Abbot.  Both of them backed up a bit.

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As the hours passed, the ground began to move, not as if shaking in anger but rather quivering in fear. The shadow loomed over the keep, unmoving. A terrifying presence, but a scant shudder in comparison to the mind-rending horror behind it. In the distance they could make out quivering flesh, undulating with each ponderous step, releasing noxious gases from folds more aptly described as chasms, and a hideous visage, containing all the parts of a face yet being indescribable as one.{][}

“Hold your positions, Hauvell, you’re on H-duty, keep the great bow on point.  Abbot, go and smack the others into coming out here.  Hold their attention lead them in circles if you have to.  Just get them here.”  The captain showed no other emotion;  there was no point.  Either the thing coming attacked, and they fought it and maybe died, or it didn’t.  Worrying about it caused nothing but sloppiness, something that they never were known for.

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A shadow looms over the Iron Keep, seeming not only to block light, but absorb it. A foul darkness, seeming to dull the glow from the lava and thoughts from the mind. The sun has risen this day, but with it, a hulking form on the horizon. The figure, distant and shapeless, advances steadily upon the Keep, obscured by the rising sun behind its back. The shadow seems more than the creature blocking the light, as if its evil were projected through space to rest on its unfortunate destination. {][}

Hauvell was the one that made the report to the captain, who was out of his office and down to the long cobble path leading to the primal bonfire of the Iron Keep, his sword in hand, armor sealed, and Abbot clunking out from some other corner of the Keep, its mace in hand.  The other knights stood in their positions, harmless but at least looking impressive.  The clank of the boots of the unit all melted into one loud, thudding metal roar.  The fog gate parted for the three of them.  “Take positions, watch, but do not engage.  You all know the rules, so abide by them.”  Those were the instructions.  Wait to engage the figure until it was ascertained if it was a threat or not.

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sends hauvell back significantly drunker

“…Please tell me they didn’t give you the ‘party special,’ Hauvell.  Just…Just go lie down.  I shall handle your duties today.”  The Captain dismissed the drunken knight, and groaned.  Damnable Party Church.  “Abbot, please see to it that the walkways are empty.  I’ll be cleaning them shortly.”

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“Have they ever had, or ever would consider, a threesome?”

Bryndol:  “No.  Not unless there was a DAMN good group for it.  Get back to work, Hauvell.”

Hauvell:  The knight blanched.  “B-But captain, it wasn’t even my question.  I didn’t say I wanted a threesome-”

Abbot:  The Ironclad patted Hauvell on the shoulder, that ringing bell sound echoing out again.  Bryndol was long gone before it, and Hauvell just stood there confused.

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Truth!

25:  What do you think your parents would say if they could see you now?

Bryndol:  It had been a long time since he had thought of parents.  Or family really.  He paused on the ladder he was climbing down, and replied once he started down again.  “All of our parents are dead.  Who cares?”

Hauvell:  The knight chimed in after that, coming down the ladder after the Captain.  “Right you are sir, so we should really take time to reflect on them.  I think mine would probably have wished that I settle down, maybe-”

“Hauvell, I said who cares.  Just get down here before-”

Abbot:  There was a loud snapping, and then a crash as the Ironclad broke the ladder attempting to climb down.  He MAY have shrugged once before it.

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❣?

“How many people they have kissed?”

Bryndol:  “…Not that it really concerns anyone, but nobody.”  The captain coughed, his embarrassment and fluster barely hidden beneath his clipped tone. “I-I never really have had cause to with anyone here, and I focus on my work.  Isn’t that, you know, a sign of affection or love?”  Someone had never read courtly romances before.  Clearly.

Hauvell:  The knight looked up briefly, his attention now divided between some list he was going over and the question.  After what seemed to be an entire minute of silence, he answered.  “If I had to guess, at least four.  Maybe five.  Nobody’s business, but there you go.”  He nodded and ticked a mark, his dirty tunic hanging over a nearby fixture, starting to smoke.  “And don’t listen to what the others say.  We all love the courtly romances here.  It’s one of the few extraneous things I’m allowed to budget in.”

Abbot:  The Ironclad made a noise like a ringing bell, then patted its gigantic mace.  Whether or not that meant that it was a target for kissing was up for interpretation.