
As Fedor lay dying, Rushing, the naïve young druid, knelt and supported Fedor’s head.
Fedor croaked, “Alas and alackady, for now I shall be unable to follow you, my brothers and sisters into glorious combat with that most wicked of Sorcerers, Tornaga!”
The gathered adventurers murmured their assent as Rushing tried to reassure Fedor that everything was going to be ok. Sir Bocking started to say something untoward but was knocked into politeness by one of those wooden billy club looking things you see on the rails of sailing vessels.
“Do not vorry, Fedor my friend – ve shall have ze cleric cure your wounds; I’m sure vee haf many healing potions!” Penna the younger added gravely, looking round at the Admiral’s younger brother, Carolus Quintus.
Carolus Quintus replied after a moment, “Uh, well about dem potions, uh, I had to give them to Sir Bocking – he had a really bad tummy ache.”
The scene was about to get ugly but Fedor broke in and called for the Admiral to come closer.Fedor spoke, his face a portrait of nobility, “Admiral Rossaroni, I’ve got to tell you, I’ve solved the Kobayashi Maru test – chart the parabolic course through the merman neutral zone (cough) – chart – the – parabolic course THROUGH the merman neutral zone – its our .. no, your only hope!”
Sir Bocking and Schott, a second level fighter, interrupted, “But crossing Merman territory - that is MADNESS!!!!”
Fortunately Lady Lyme Weoghe settled the matter matter-of-factly with a simple, “Would you two shut up! Can't you let Fedor at least die with some dignity”
At her ladyship's direction, the two cads were silenced and the group’s attention then returned to Fedor.
Fedor, flooded by a reddish glow on the rain-spattered deck, raised his glinting, silver mailed sword arm to the sky, his aura glowing brightly as Wagnerian incidental music played.
Upon the conclusion of his speech, he passed away and crossed the rainbow bridge at Asgard so to speak. The remaining crew and party members doffed their helms in respect. Funeral music played and everyone reflected on how they would be nicer to one another from now on and not hog all the healing potions and try to pay closer attention to tech orders and acquisition processes.
Hmmm...it is a shame that Turnips isn't a world class cleric. He'd have been able to heal young Fedor.
ReplyDeleteHannon, had he been there, would have made short work of Fedor's wounds.