Brentonus: Cured?

[Gradrel]

Brentonus smiles unpleasantly, his crooked teeth splitting his acne-ridden face.

Thranithiwyn nods slowly.

Brentonus says with a nasal wheeze, 'W-w-were you trying to avoid a rogue of some s-s-sort?'

Thranithiwyn says 'You finished your spell?'

Thranithiwyn says 'Hrm.. aye, I thought there was someone in the shadows.'

You nod.

Brentonus says with a nasal wheeze, 'I h-h-have not finished it. But it is coming along n-n-nicely.'

Thranithiwyn nods.

Thranithiwyn says 'Hrm.. these spells..'

Thranithiwyn nods.

Brentonus says with a nasal wheeze, 'At your p-p-pinnacle already?'

Thranithiwyn says 'Greetings there'

You chuckle at his joke.

Grush says 'YUhZsz, iI iis..'

Brentonus says with a nasal wheeze, 'Seems I didn't d-d-disrupt you too much.'

Thranithiwyn says 'He's been busy.'

Thranithiwyn grins evilly.

You nod.

Brentonus says with a nasal wheeze, 'He was upset, because I s-s-slew him.'

Thranithiwyn raises an eyebrow.

Thranithiwyn snickers softly.

Brentonus says with a nasal wheeze, 'Then he was more upset, because I slew his h-h-hunting partner.'

You smirk.

Brentonus says with a nasal wheeze, 'Still, s-s-sacrifices must be made to gain power - I'm just glad that they're the ones being sacrificed.'

Thranithiwyn says 'You don't look like you could slay much..'

You grin evilly.

Brentonus reaches up and pops one of the pimples on his face. He promptly sticks his fingers in his mouth and sucks off the ooze.

Thranithiwyn mutters something quietly to himself.

Brentonus says with a nasal wheeze, 'I am s-s-stronger than I look.'

Thranithiwyn grimaces in distaste.

Thranithiwyn says 'Aye, you must be..'

Thranithiwyn says 'If your still alive.'

Thranithiwyn snickers softly.

Brentonus clears his throat violently, then rasps hoarsely, 'I try.'

Thranithiwyn says 'Hmm.. your not well..'

You shrug.

Brentonus says with a nasal wheeze, 'We are all unw-w-well in one way or another.'

Thranithiwyn taps his chin thoughtfully, narrowing his eyes in concentration.

Thranithiwyn says 'Perhaps..'

Thranithiwyn says 'But perhaps I can help..?'

Thranithiwyn says 'The fiery one has more power than we can hold.'

Thranithiwyn says 'He may be able to cure you.'

Brentonus frowns, his own eyes narrowing. 'I am uncertain. P-p-perhaps.' He shrugs his shoulders.

Thranithiwyn says 'Hrm.. let me see..'

Thranithiwyn takes the large black tome from his belt.

Thranithiwyn opens up the tome and scans through the pages, turning them slowly and poking his tongue out as he focuses intently on the pages.

Thranithiwyn says 'Hmm.. I see..'

Brentonus eyes the tome with moderate interest, then returns his focus to the ground at his feet.

Thranithiwyn strokes his beard.

Thranithiwyn says 'But.. what is your problem?'

Brentonus reaches up and pops one of the pimples on his face. He promptly sticks his fingers in his mouth and sucks off the ooze.

Thranithiwyn gazes up at you from his tome.

Brentonus says with a nasal wheeze, 'Mmm. That was a b-b-big one!'

Thranithiwyn chuckles politely.

Thranithiwyn says 'You have a lot of red things on your face for one..'

Thranithiwyn bites his lip contemplatively.

Brentonus says with a nasal wheeze, 'M-m-mother always said it would go away, in t-t-time.'

Thranithiwyn smirks.

Thranithiwyn says 'Mother says a lot of things..'

Brentonus nods his head in agreement. 'What did that old b-b-bat know, anyway?'

Thranithiwyn nods his head emphatically.

Thranithiwyn licks his lips.

Thranithiwyn says 'You always have the splotchy red things?'

Brentonus says with a nasal wheeze, 'E-e-ever since I turned... oh, twelve or t-t-thirteen.'

Thranithiwyn nods.

Thranithiwyn says 'I'll see what can be done if you wish it..'

Thranithiwyn raises an eyebrow at you.

Thranithiwyn says 'The fiery one can help you..'

Thranithiwyn says 'Unless..'

Thranithiwyn suddenly peers at you, his eyes narrowing suspiciously.

Thranithiwyn says 'Hrm.. '

Brentonus says with a nasal wheeze, 'U-u-unless?'

Thranithiwyn looks down at his tome and then back at you.

Thranithiwyn says 'Unless you know more than I think..'

Thranithiwyn says 'Unless you are a soulless one.'

Thranithiwyn shifts uncomfortably.

You frown disapprovingly.

Thranithiwyn says 'Do you.. do you follow the fiery one?'

Thranithiwyn narrows his eyes.

A confused expression crossing his face, Brentonus asks, 'Whom do you mean by the f-f-fiery one?'

Thranithiwyn scratches his head, obviously not seeing any reason to be confused.

Thranithiwyn says 'The fiery one.. the winged fire..'

Thranithiwyn says 'Thranithiwyn.'

Thranithiwyn peers about him nervously.

Thranithiwyn says 'I'm not supposed to speak of him as that..'

Thranithiwyn says 'You better not get me in trouble.'

Shrugging his shoulders, Brentonus clearly does not understand. 'I am uncertain. But p-p-perhaps you could ask for his help anyway.'

Brentonus says with a nasal wheeze, 'These things do get rather... itchy, at times.'

Thranithiwyn nods slowly.

Thranithiwyn says 'Hrm.. I will try.. but if you aren't what you seem..'

Thranithiwyn mutters something quietly to himself.

Thranithiwyn says 'I won't be happy.'

Thranithiwyn grumbles something under his breath.

Brentonus says with a nasal wheeze, 'Well, I h-h-hope not to disappoint.'

Thranithiwyn says 'Hmm.. it won't be that.. it will just be.. wrong..'

Thranithiwyn says 'Hrm..'

Thranithiwyn says 'I will see.'

Thranithiwyn once more looks through his tome, before closing it and returning it to his belt.

Nodding once, Brentonus plants his feet and straightens his posture, as if preparing for... something.

Thranithiwyn takes a small stone figure representing a dragon from his belt.

Thranithiwyn braces himself.

Thranithiwyn mutters something quietly to himself.

Thranithiwyn regains his composure.

Thranithiwyn says 'Let me see..'

Thranithiwyn raises the dragon in front of his chest and presses it between both his hands.

Thranithiwyn closes his eyes.

Brentonus peers intently, and somewhat nervously, at the dragon statuette.

As Thranithiwyn moves his lips, no words are audible, and his mumbling becomes more and more garbled.

A dark, ominous aura gathers around Thranithiwyn's hands enclosing the figurine.

Thranithiwyn bows his head as his body shudders, sending soft tremors through the ground around him.

Brentonus stumbles, and quickly regains his footing. 'W-w-what's... what's going on?'

Thranithiwyn lifts a hand before him, gripping the statue in his left hand, and presses his right onto the top of your head.

Instictively shying away from Thranithiwyn's touch, Brentonus quickly regains his composure and stands perfectly still.

Thranithiwyn stabilises his touch on your head, shifting a step closer so he towers above you.

The tremors increase as a strong and extraordinarily hot wind rips through the area, causing Thranithiwyn's skin to shimmer with heat and his eyes to flare orange and red.

Thranithiwyn opens his eyes.

The wind dies down as Thranithiwyn steps away, an uncertain look on his features.

Several leaves whip around Thranithiwyn's feet as the remnants of the hot wind blow northwards.

Thranithiwyn says 'Hmm..'

A few of the pimples on Brentonus' face disappear, and the general red splotchiness of his face lessens to some degree.

Thranithiwyn rests his hand on the black tome at his belt.

Thranithiwyn peers at you intently.

Thranithiwyn says 'He chose to help you.. a little..'

Brentonus smiles as he raises his hand to touch his face. 'Well! It's not p-p-perfect. But it's better!'

Thranithiwyn shifts uncomfortably.

Thranithiwyn says 'Hrm.. I need to know..'

Thranithiwyn peers at you intently.

Thranithiwyn says 'Who is your master?'

Brentonus says with a nasal wheeze, 'The L-l-lady Anume, and through her, the L-l-lord of Demons.'

Thranithiwyn grimaces slightly and drops the dragon statue.

Thranithiwyn swears : #@*"*&^*#%@*&! !!!!!

Thranithiwyn picks the statue up and places it back in his belt.

Thranithiwyn says 'Your not one of me..'

Thranithiwyn mutters something quietly to himself.

Thranithiwyn peers around himself intently.

You frown disapprovingly.

Thranithiwyn says 'This was wrong..'

Thranithiwyn mutters something quietly to himself.

Brentonus says with a nasal wheeze, 'W-w-well... I apologize.'

Thranithiwyn grumbles and growls. You wonder what's wrong...

Thranithiwyn says 'You're different is all..'

Thranithiwyn mutters something quietly to himself.

Thranithiwyn says 'I shouldn't have interfered.'

Brentonus smiles sheepishly. 'Y-y-your help, if nothing else, is much appreciated.'

Thranithiwyn says 'Hrmm.. that's fine.. as long as he doesn't punish me for it.'

Brentonus coughs softly, lowering his eyes once more. 'At any r-r-rate. I have some w-w-work to attend.'

Thranithiwyn lets out a deep and disgruntled sigh.

Thranithiwyn nods.

Brentonus inclines his head in a nod of respect. 'T-t-thank you.'

Thranithiwyn says 'If you..'

Thranithiwyn peers around himself intently.

Thranithiwyn says 'If you meet him..'

Thranithiwyn seems to be very uncomfortable.

Thranithiwyn says 'Let him know I will not interfere from now on.'

Thranithiwyn nods.

Brentonus says with a nasal wheeze, 'I w-w-will.'

Thranithiwyn seems more at ease.

You nod at Thranithiwyn.

Thranithiwyn says 'Aye, my purpose is a different one..'

Thranithiwyn nods at you in agreement.

Thranithiwyn says 'We will meet again.'

Brentonus says with a nasal wheeze, 'I b-b-believe we shall.'

Brentonus says with a nasal wheeze, 'Until th-th-then.'