Finished moving and back into it again.

Raphaelus awoke some time after morning, the rays of Sol crawling slowly through the dusty window. His back ached, as usual, worse now thanks to the poor bedding. At least he had slept till a respectable time, he thought. The dreams that plagued him were but a memory now. He got himself dressed and ...

Raphaelus closed the door behind the man, fastidiously checking the locking mechanism and hinges, before taking a seat at the desk. The room was suited to his needs, he mused. He was used to spartan lodgings, and this was certainly preferable to the stinking canvas tent the expedition had supplied h...

Raphaelus pored tirelessly over the documents; finding them of a singularly historical caste. The Battle of Crimson Lake was described in minute and painstaking detail, but there was scant reference to the beliefs of Drachenfeldt, or his followers. Raphaelus sighed. The details of the region's milit...

No worries man. Good news.

Raphaelus was surprised that his research had not yielded more fruit. Clearly, there was a wealth of knowledge here, but his efforts had unearthed little detailed information on local Svalsing deities and customs in the repository. Most books had nothing to say other than that ancient customs were h...

[Continued from Old town.] Raphaelus made his way quickly to the noble district, the afternoon glare of Sol causing him to shield his eyes. There were less people on the streets here, but many horse-drawn carriages clattered along, carrying people of wealth and dignity. Raphaelus began to realise h...

Raphaelus nodded. He suspected the shop-keep of removing several of the more inflammatory tomes from the shelves, noting that even the tattered copy of Torquemada was missing. No matter. He would be sure to call again. Raphaelus paused to ask the man about reputable accommodation in Sinestadt, befor...

"Ah yes, the Cleric from last night. How may I help you at this far more civil hour?" It is obvious from his drawn look and the clothes he wears that he has not retired to sleep since last meeting the scholar. "Scholar." Rapahaelus corrected him with a forced smile. He wondered ...

[Continued from the Warehouse District] Raphaelus arrived in Old Town before noon, the bustling streets a far cry from the nighttime traffic of miscreants. Merchants, making a roaring trade from a steady stream of customers filling the streets, shouted the superiority of their wares above the din. ...

Raphaelus wandered the burnt out encampment, unable to sleep as Sol rose ever higher in the sky. He sought the Doktor, but he was nowhere to be found. Most passers by he asked were either too busy dealing with their own problems, or had no idea who the Doktor was. [Averaged Int and Fel with a -10 pe...

Raphaelus listened to Shultz's speech with a blank expression, but his eyes glinted with opportunity. With the expedition floundering, he would be able to continue his research in the city. He looked around for the Doktor, but could not see his face among the discontents. Perhaps he had taken leave ...

Raphaelus watched the men leave with cold eyes. He did not miss Shorn's veiled threat. Why the man had chosen to take exception to him he could not fathom. More interest in the chest was the last thing he needed. Walking down a darkened alley, his mind repeated one damning interrogation. How could h...

The woman screams falling away from Raphaelus in a rush to escape. Turning and seeing the gun is real, she panics, shedding her stolen possessions before frantically running away gibbering in fear. Raphaelus becomes aware that several peoples attention has been drawn towards him and the pile. Rapha...

Yet the woman before him continues to rummage through the pile of belongings, oblivious. Raphaelus is unsure if she failed to notice the sound over the confusion around her, which is very possible, or if she just doesn't care. Raphaelus pressed the loaded pistol hard against the small of the womans...

Oddly, a woman who appears to be a local is also picking through everything, no doubt looking to pocket whatever she finds. Ignoring the old scholar, the woman continues her frantic sacking of the ventures possessions. It is with near physical terror that Raphaelus spots the corner of the small woo...

All this barely sinks in as Raphaelus comes to the damning realisation that the things he had fought so hard to save are not near his person. Panic sets in as he looks around in vain for his treasured possessions. Searching frantically, the old scholar is just one in a throng of panicking people as...

Raphaelus' arms were bound. He couldn't move. He tried to look around but smoke obscured his vision. Smoke. Where was the smoke coming from? Hadn't he escaped the fire? He looked down. His legs were also bound, bound to the stake behind him. Smoke billowed from dry wood underneath as the chanting a...

Dorian wrote:you could always give up all your faith points to have Raphaelus awake and run back into the fire to save more knowledge in a mad smoke induced delirium

The mad saviour. That's me.

Raphaelus swerved around several burning wagons, narrowly avoiding the fiery death that surrounded him. The smoke was thicker and more intense in here, and the precious little air untouched by smoke was dry and hot. Making it to the intact wagon, he frantically began his search. The carriages next t...