~The Knight, The Cormyrean and The Bard~

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Late in the night there is a commotion and flurry of whispers throughout the Temple of Love Beauty.  A dark haired Cormyrean man rushes inside the door.  The unconcious body of a bearded bard lays over his shoulder, his blue outfit ruffled and soiled with mud, his arms dangling limp.

An older man with the the stature of a dwarf wearing red plate mail with a red gate depicted on the chest as well as a tower shield with a red chess piece painted on it, follow's the Cormyrean to ensure that Ashton is okay. He sighs heavily following the him into the temple still muttering that playing his mind games with Azzelas was probably his worst mistake yet, and something that at least THIS might have knocked some sense into Ashton.  

Rolliah looks around the temple seeing one of the priestesses and politely asks her to take care of his friend, if she takes him he also asks to inform him when the bard it awake. He then attempts to strike up a conversation with the  Cormyrean who carried Ashton all this way.

 "Thank you sir for carrying this fool for me, it was very kind of you to do so. Might I learn your name so i can inform him when he awakes"

The Cormyrean heaves and ho's tossing and dragging the unconscious Bard grumbling the whole way from the store house at the dock to the boat then half tossed/drug him into the boat. Once Ashton was set down and safely secured Tarik reached up and wiped some sweat from his brow and begun untethering the small boat once Rolliah had safely got on the boat and untethered his side from the harbor.

"Join the military they said.. Travel the world they said.. Honor and riches they promised... Instead I am here dragging a drunk who freely let a man clobber him.. Boy was I lied to." Tarik would mutter under his breath before tossing the rope into the boat and hopping in before pushing off the harbor along with Rolliah.

Once they docked down by the temple Tarik would stare pointedly at Ashton giving him a baleful glance when Rolliah wasn't paying attention. He would wait until the boat was safely secured before hopping out and dragging the unconscious bard grunting and grumbling muttering under his breath the whole way until they had successfully brought Ashton inside the temple where Tarik would most likely be given odd looks for bringing in some one who most likely smelled strongly of alcohol draped over his shoulder by the security. He would only glower at them and try to pay them little heed as possible.

When Tarik finally managed to place the unconscious Ashton on the last bench in the altar room he watched as Rolliah went off engaging one of the Priestesses to aid Ashton's injured head. He would move up and gently sit down on the bench ahead of Ashton and rest his back against the back rest as well as leaning his head back and closing his eyes trying to catch his breath. He could already feel his muscles tightening up and more then likely going to be sore in the new few hours. Before Rolliah came back with the priestesses Tarik again would mutter to himself.

"I hate my life."

Tarik opened his eyes as the two approached and he let the others take care of Ashton before Rolliah begins to speak to him.

"Thank you sir for carrying this fool for me, it was very kind of you to do so. Might I learn your name so i can inform him when he awakes".

Tarik gaze follows Rolliah's gesture before he looked back to Rolliah and bobbed his head and made a dismissive gesture before responding after he had finally managed to catch his breath and wipe away some sweat running down the side of his face.

"Its not a problem, I'm actually one of his friends it was the least I could do. As for my name, it's Tarik Colvic. Might I inquire your name, good knight?"

[ Assuming this is open to a little interruption given where you've placed it.  If not, ignore me; move on! ]

Some level of commotion would likely be stirred by the arrival of injured parties in the otherwise semi-remote and largely quiet temple.  It wouldn't be long at all before word of the (somewhat) infamously scruffy bard's state managed to murmur its way through whatever stupor Niamh found herself in on that particular day.

While she was of no mind get in the way of proper healers (Her own skills there limited at best) and put a potential slow on his recovery.  The gleeman was of a mind to aid in her own way.  She settled  in on a nearby bed/sofa/whatever offered some level of comfort, and struck a few idle cords on her lyre.  It wasn't long at all before she had swept into proper song, the lilting notes filling the general area with literal positive energy -- Using Inspire Regeneration.

Either of Ashton's apparent saviors would be offered a nod in greeting before she did any such thing, of no particular mind to step into their dealings.

Rolliah smiles and replies, "I am Sir Rolliah Kross, Knight Quartermaster of the Order of the Red Gate in Shadowdale, a pleasure Master Colvic." With small smile and a polite dip of his head.

He then takes seat on the bench beside Tarik, resting his shield against the end of the bench. He sighs, shaking his head in disbelief, keeping an eye on the injured bard.

"Always seems to stir up trouble whenever I run into him, that mad fool." Rolliahs turns to Tarik. "Does he always act that way? You seem to know him better then I."


Rolliah would look to the bard and nod, acknowledging the bard and her effort but if she doesn't strike up a conversation he would continue doing what he was doing.

Ashton’s lean dancer’s form lay before those gathered, his normally bright eyes closed, his breathing heavy and rough. The wound to his head shows signs of swelling, the beginning of a viscious and large knot forming towards the back of his head where he was struck violently. With a sudden tensing his body begins to shake. Sporadically at first, his arm bouncing, a twitch of the face. Like a sudden strike of lightning his body is soon shaking violently on the pew before them.

Wild and uncontrolled his arms flail, legs bouncing. The bard’s head turns violently back as spit drips from his mouth. Just as suddenly as it began, the shaking stops. His instrument cases and traveling packs fall heavily to the stone floor of the temple with a loud crack. Four glass bottles, each with a rolled parchment inside, cascade in a clinking cacophony from the force of the fall along with a startled silver haired weasel. The sleek animal tumbles head over feet a few times, catches his footing and scrambles atop Ashton’s chest. Sprawling it’s feet over the unconcious bard, it hisses and growls at each, watching each of them with beady, passionate eyes.

Tarik looked to Niamh as she begun striking the cords and singing. He would just watch her a moment before dipping his head in greetings or atleast acknowledging her presence, he wouldn't wait for a response before turning his attention back to Rolliah.

"I am Sir Rolliah Kross, Knight Quartermaster of the Order of the Red Gate in Shadowdale, a pleasure Master Colvic."

Tarik would shake his head with a light smile dancing upon his lips for a moment before going placid once again whilst making a dismissive gesture towards Rolliah.

"No, no. Just call me Tarik, Sir Kross. I am no master in any sense or form. Not even of my own fate."

He chuckles a bit after his voice trailed off a moment. Tarik lowered his arms to his laps and slid over so that Rolliah could comfortably sit down with out encroaching on his personal space. His hands folded over neatly resting in his lap almost like that of a proper gentlemen.

"Always seems to stir up trouble whenever I run into him, that mad fool."

"Does he always act that way? You seem to know him better then I."

Tarik furrowed his brow in thought as he unfolded his left hand and reached up scratching the stubble on his chin. His pause seems long and over drawn as if seriously debating something before offering up a faint smile once again.

"Well.. He is a bit misunderstood and most think of him as just a bumbling drunkard but he does has a sense of truth hidden with in the contexts of his ramblings."

He would dip his head after his response as if agreeing with something though more so to himself.

"As for knowing him.. How can one really know some one when they don't really know themselves?"

He cants his head to the side with a lopsided grin twitching at the edge of his left lip corner while looking to Rolliah. It would be around that time that Tarik would notice that Ahston has begun writhing in a wave of seizures/convulsions.

"By the gods.. We really aught to do something about that.. Perhaps we should try to hold him down and prevent him from biting his tongue off."

He would quickly press up off the pew and get to his feet trying to make his way to Ashton as quickly as possible to restrain him. Of course by the time he got to the unconscious mans side had already ceased his violent convulsions and the weasel would have jumped on Ashton's body.

"Uhm.. Well.. I'm not sure what just happened but he really needs to be seen by some one with more medical expertise then myself.. And something should be done about that vicious.. Creature."

He stepped back a bit and watched the weasel warily more then aware of what such creatures could do to some one when backed into a corner.

"Well.. He is a bit misunderstood and most think of him as just a bumbling drunkard but he does has a sense of truth hidden with in the contexts of his ramblings."

Rolliah would say nothing but raise an eye brow at the comment not in disbelief, but in the fact that someone might understand Ashton's mind as Rolliah, more often then not, had written Ashton off as really drunk and slightly mad.

"As for knowing him.. How can one really know some one when they don't really know themselves?"He cants his head to the side with a lopsided grin twitching at the edge of his left lip corner while looking to Rolliah.

At this sudden understanding dawns on Rolliah. Why wouldn't someone who calls himself friend to Ashton speak in abstract philosophies and probably riddles as well? He would then sigh again, being that he always preferred straight honest answers then a game of words.

Rolliah upon hearing or seeing Aston convulse would jump up from his seat, leaving his shield behind, and try to get to Ashton as fast as his armor would let him arriving little afterward Tarik. If the staff here were rushing to Ashton's side he would quick moving the things that had fallen to the floor out of their way so they would not get trampled. If they weren't coming immediately he would try to examine the swelling head wound, weasel willing, and start chanting a strong healing spell over Ashton's head.
If help were not to arrive immediately and the weasel didn't allow Rolliah to examine/try to heal Ashton he ask Tarik too try and distract the weasel so Rolliah could try to assess the swollen wound. In latter scenario he wouldn't wait for Tarik's answer and hope that he would do as ask.

The weasel’s silver hair rose on end as it hisses at anyone that comes close to the unconcious man’s body.  It guards the bard with bared teeth and snaps visciously at any hand that comes near.  The animal moves with lightning speed, hopping and leaping, hissing.  As one pair of hands gets close it swipes and darts, jumping from pew to Ashton’s chest, swiping again and darting to the floor.  Launching itself at a firey haired and beautiful Ruby Rose woman who seems particularly worried, the weasel hops from her hand, swirling around her arm and behind her neck, racing down her other arm, moving her away.  The weasel jets to the floor, a silver haired blur, skittering to find it’s footing, it’s sleek body knocks one of the bottles on the floor and it clacks and rolls to the feet of the singing bardess.  As another priestess is fended off, the second bottle is upset and twirls in the wake of the protective weasel to the feet of Rolliah.  Regaining it’s footing atop Ashton’s steadily breathing chest, the weasel hops, guarding, growling and eyeing anyone that would dare come near.  Two more bottles remain where they fell with rolled up parchments carefully placed in all four.

While traveling back from...wherever she has traveled. Kendra steps inside the Temple with a bright smile, quickly turning it to a frown when she sees the commotion. She watches the weasel, looking to Rolliah and Tarik questioningly, then to Ashton as he lays on the bench. Her eyes are full of concern. She is careful not to do anything to upset the weasel, speaking in a smooth tone.

"What has happened to him?" She tilts her head and looks into the weasel's eyes. Holding her hand out with her palm down, she doesn't step over to Ashton to make the weasel angry. She is more attempting to gain the weasel's trust.

"What has happened to him?"

Tarik looked to Kendra then to the weasel and shook his head.

Miss Kendra, I'd stay away from the weasel. I'll take care of it. As for you question we are trying to tend to Mr. Ashton.

He stepped up closing in on the weasel and Kendra but not getting to close, keeping his wary eyes on the weasel for any signs of quick movement.

The weasel sits up at the woman’s soft concern. Its tiny nose sniffs furiously in her direction, his light whiskers wiggling up and down. The animals paws dangle as it moves its head, watching her with curiousity. The weasel’s pure silver eyes search the woman a moment and look back at her. He let’s out a questioning chirp.

She looks to Tarik.

"Don't worry about it. I can handle with the poor thing. He's just protecting that which he holds dear."

She looks back to the weasel and gives him a soft smile.

"There's no need to be upset. They only wish to help Ashton. He was hurt, I take it. They can help. I'm sure you want him to wake up alright, yes? And smile again and dance before the statue here, drinking and smiling merrily?"

Speaking to the weasel as if she knows it's intelligent, she doesn't make a move towards it, still holding a hand out towards it.

"You should let them take care of him. I will make sure no harm comes to him. Or you. You have my word."

Paying a visit to the temple, Amatria enters the room, surprised at the commotion. She looks over the scene with concern.

"My apologies for intruding, but.. What's going on? Is there anything I can do to help?"