LAST WISHES Anduin glances aside at the ghost who has requested this last wish to be carried out and steels himself. In principle, it isn't all that difficult a wish to carry out. In reality... Anduin wonders whether he will in truth ever live this down.
Gently, he clears his throat, waiting until he has gathered the attention of the majority of the crew and those gathered.
"If you will excuse me, I have... A song, that I would like to share, on behalf of another who cannot sing for themselves tonight..."
Better just get this over with. He wets his lips before he begins...:
"Ohh the-- barman's lass has mighty fine ass But you won't hear that from me-- 'Cuz if he knows that I've been eye'n her up There'll be no more drinks for me--
Ohhhh the-- barman's son is built like an oak And I'd like to trim that tree-- But the barman better not hear 'bout that, Or there'll be no more drinks for me--..."
And so it continues until the song has ended. Anduin's face may or may not be bright red by the end.
RITUAL Anduin clutches the blue amulet that the priests have given him in one hand, a brazier of incense in the other. The protection wards that the priests have taught him to draw are foreign, and despite their kindness, as Anduin has learned from them, one priest to another, it feels wrong to pull from their magic when he has magic of his own to use.
Walking out to the darkened center of the deck of the ship, Anduin closes his eyes and begins to murmur a prayer to the Light underneath his breath. In response to his words, a soft glow starts to radiate from Anduin himself, filling the deck around him with warm light, and anyone nearby with the sense of...
Peace.
SHOT IN THE DARK Anduin trained in archery before he trained in -- pretty much anything else. Even before he became a priest, for that matter. So when the priests offer that one of the ways that he can assist them would be to shoot arrows, dipped in this mixture they have prepared, of course he accepts.
Anduin has always been willing to assist, where help is needed.
The priests instruct him to light the arrow on fire and then shoot it toward the sun, which seems simple enough. Setting his own arrow aflame, Anduin does just that. Aiming towards the sky, he sets his arrow loose, firing off several more before he frowns. It was only three arrows, but he feels as though he has just fought a great battle, and when he reaches for his mana...
Anduin staggers slightly, reaching for the rail of the boat to steady himself. Something is not right.
Anduin Wrynn
Anduin glances aside at the ghost who has requested this last wish to be carried out and steels himself. In principle, it isn't all that difficult a wish to carry out. In reality... Anduin wonders whether he will in truth ever live this down.
Gently, he clears his throat, waiting until he has gathered the attention of the majority of the crew and those gathered.
"If you will excuse me, I have... A song, that I would like to share, on behalf of another who cannot sing for themselves tonight..."
Better just get this over with. He wets his lips before he begins...:
"Ohh the-- barman's lass has mighty fine ass
But you won't hear that from me--
'Cuz if he knows that I've been eye'n her up
There'll be no more drinks for me--
Ohhhh the-- barman's son is built like an oak
And I'd like to trim that tree--
But the barman better not hear 'bout that,
Or there'll be no more drinks for me--..."
And so it continues until the song has ended. Anduin's face may or may not be bright red by the end.
RITUAL
Anduin clutches the blue amulet that the priests have given him in one hand, a brazier of incense in the other. The protection wards that the priests have taught him to draw are foreign, and despite their kindness, as Anduin has learned from them, one priest to another, it feels wrong to pull from their magic when he has magic of his own to use.
Walking out to the darkened center of the deck of the ship, Anduin closes his eyes and begins to murmur a prayer to the Light underneath his breath. In response to his words, a soft glow starts to radiate from Anduin himself, filling the deck around him with warm light, and anyone nearby with the sense of...
Peace.
SHOT IN THE DARK
Anduin trained in archery before he trained in -- pretty much anything else. Even before he became a priest, for that matter. So when the priests offer that one of the ways that he can assist them would be to shoot arrows, dipped in this mixture they have prepared, of course he accepts.
Anduin has always been willing to assist, where help is needed.
The priests instruct him to light the arrow on fire and then shoot it toward the sun, which seems simple enough. Setting his own arrow aflame, Anduin does just that. Aiming towards the sky, he sets his arrow loose, firing off several more before he frowns. It was only three arrows, but he feels as though he has just fought a great battle, and when he reaches for his mana...
Anduin staggers slightly, reaching for the rail of the boat to steady himself. Something is not right.