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by Reverend Norv » Fri Nov 20, 2020 9:10 am
For really, I think that the poorest he that is in England hath a life to live as the greatest he. And therefore truly, Sir, I think it's clear that every man that is to live under a Government ought first by his own consent to put himself under that Government. And I do think that the poorest man in England is not at all bound in a strict sense to that Government that he hath not had a voice to put himself under.
Col. Thomas Rainsborough, Putney Debates, 1647
A God who let us prove His existence would be an idol.
Dietrich Bonhoeffer
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The man let out a loud hiss at the removal of the glass shard. He tried to raise his hand but stopped as he squinted in pain from his wrist and elbow, forcing his hand back on the muddy ground. The bounty hunter began to open his eyes and from his blurry sight he saw a dark opaque figure standing over him. However with his mind still not yet being able to fully process everything around him the hunter did not show any reaction to the strange shape.
"Wh.. What.." the man slurred out before he stopped for a few seconds. Blinking away moisture that was accumulating in his eyes. "What.. happened?" the man weakly asked as he was starting to feel his mind finally starting back up and his vision slowly adjusting back into manageable levels, the blurry shape becoming more solid and defined, revealing an old man who the hunter was now starting to suspect was trying to rob from him. What with him looking like a begger who has never slept in a proper bed in years.
The man would keep hissing with each removal of the glass shards. "Bloody Infernium, would you stop that already! How about you get an actual doctor instead of cutting up my face more!" the hunter complained as he was unaware of what Maryn was doing.
The bounty hunter would realize that the sounds of conflict within the tavern was now silent. "Hey. What happened to the others? Did they catch that maniac?"
The bounty hunter sighed. "Fucking idiots. Leaving me behind with that lunatic." the man complained. "We were hired to bring in this dangerous criminal who threaten to kill the king and nobles of some state. The guy is a bloody anarchist and a radical one at that. We were trying to bring him in but the wanker took out his sword and threaten to start killing people. I thought with our numbers we can take him on but that bastard was a lot tougher than he looked. If the others left that means he manage to get some goons working for him. Either he got them to believe in his nonsense or he is paying for their help."
The man rolled his eyes. "Obviously they avoided windows after what just happened to me." the bounty hunter dryly stated. "But we need to get those guys back. That lunatic needs to be taken down before he starts slaughtering people."
"I bloody know that. But I want that bastard to pay." the hunter shouted. "That lanky fuck just got lucky that he caught us by surprise. If we strike back he won't be so lucky. We'll get our revenge."
The bounty hunter let out a loud scream as his leg was being snapped into place. The man was shouting out every curse he knew to the heavens as his leg was being fixed. From the window a woman's voice could be heard.
"Quit your whining! You're giving some of us a migraine!"
And indeed people reacted as from the streets townsfolk got out of their homes to see what was the commotion. A few women were gossiping with each other on what they were seeing while a few men looked at the scene with pensive looks, as they suspected that more trouble would come to them. Even from within the bar some of the patrons looked outside to see where the screaming was coming from.
"Break his arm!" one drunk patron screamed as he thought the mage was breaking the hunter, not healing them. "Can you do that somewhere else? Some of us are trying to enjoy the fact that peace has returned." another patron yelled out, a few others joining him.
The bounty hunter was still lying on the mud as the pain began to subside. The man was now taking deep breaths as he looked up at the dark sky. "Yeah. I'll leave. When I can feel my legs again." he told the old man as he remained on the ground. The two would hear some of the bar patrons cheering when they realized the screaming was now done. All of them would resume with their previous matters as though nothing has happened.
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“Sir...excuse me.” she started in her accented Common. “Might you be interested in sharing a drink with me?”
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