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Jaster looked took the medicine, and felt overwhelmed. The peace, and healing feeling he felt was astronomical. It didn't come without it's price though, the pain of the bolt was still there. It would have to be removed and cleaned later. As he watched Kernyel fall to her back, sound asleep in the mud, he took his pouch from his side and set it under her head. He whispered, "Thank you. I feel much better. I hope this sets us even."

The sun came out, and he saw Alhana. He also saw a new player. He had Alhana held, and defenseless. Jaster was in a sorry, sorry, shape, but he was more than willing to do this again. He looked at this new person, and said nothing. He made no move towards him, and only acknowlegded his existence. His eyes, however, said something quite different. His eyes asked this newcomer why. Why, why have you kidnapped this woman. What has she done to you that you must use such deadly force?

Then his eyes turned to fire. He knelt down and one knee, and set his sword into the ground before him. He bowed his head, and said a prayer. As he did so, a beam of white light encircled him, and then faded away. In it's aftermath, his longsword glowed a brilliant white, and what could only be described as mystic runes shone against it on the steel. He whispered, "When there is darkness, let me give light." With that, his sword flashed an incredible white light, then faded back to it's previous state. He held it before him, and watched the new player with firey eyes, but made no move to attack. He waited for a move to be made on him, and was ready to defend himself.

His red eyes glared at them all. He knew there was no way top avoid battle. The girl he held, could easily grab his energy blade holding arm, dislocate it at the shoulder and flip him over her shoulder, from the way she was standing as he held her. He relized this girl was of no use anymore, she had the upperhand. So he unsheathed his energy blade back into his wrist. From there he punched her in the back knocking her into a cold dark slumber. He layed her aganst the wall of the building. He then looked at the ones who opposed him. He unsheath all of his energy blades from his back and arms. He looked at them with no emotion on his face and said, "You care for this girl's life do you not? Yet you bring emotions of anger and purhaps friendship into battle. Low life bandits as yourselves can not hope to win a battle with those on your side... before I do what I most do, know this... Emotions that get into your way will destroy you, secondly, darkness is something that you will never hope to defeat, it will always come back, it never dies, letting emotions run wild will lead to you to pure darkness overtime. Then... other have to pay for it." At that moment Shad looked at his energy blades then looked at the enemys before him. He sheathed his blades and turned around. "She will be fine, just give her a day or two then she'll come back to you. She is lost in dreams, her hope will lead her back. The rain, had stopped and Shad walked away into another house looking for clues.

As the man turned and walked away, Jaster's sword faded to it's usual cold steel. He sheathed it and thought on it. He didn't like showing his edge and not using it. Every bit his enemy knew about him made the enemy that much more dangerous.

He turned to Arkayid and said, "The name's Jaster, sir. And I've no idea what that was about. I presume if I did know, I'd be on his side, and not ours." He flashed a toothy grin and added, "Though next time if he engages these 'low life bandits' in battle, he won't be so lucky."

He listened in on what he could of their conversation, and smiled inwardly at Alhana's comment. Though he didn't understand it, Arkayid said enough to make it crystal clear. He limped off to where Kernyel lay sleeping, and knelt in the mud beside her. He put his hand on her forehead; it felt warm. Then he checked her heartbeat on her neck, and found a pulse. Smiling to himself, he said a prayer for her recovery, and waited for her to come to.

Jaster looked up, and Kernyel was standing. She seemed groggy and out of of it, but standing nonetheless. He looked back to Alhana and Arkayid and asked, "Either of you know anyplace nearby? The last time I came this way I was leading an attack force." He grinned a bit and said, "We were the stealthy ones, we didn't really have time to stop and rest. I know there's a small village a good few miles to the north, but that was years ago, and their Inn may not be well equipped."

He walked back over to the ground where Kernyel had laid and picked his pouch off the ground. He winced at the crossbow bolt protruding from his abominals, and then stood. He looked down at the platemail and sighed. He should have known better than trust Alexander to take his time and make a stong, well built piece of equipment. When they got to Domachi, he would need to have a word with his old friend, and show him the 'damaged merchandise.' And if that wasn't enough to convince him to make a new set, Jaster may just have to resort to showing him the other piece of steel. The one he carried in the sheath on his back. Extortion? Yes. But at least it'd get the job done. For now though, some polishing and perhaps some jury-rigging repairs would solve it. Maybe he'd just take one of his foot-plates and weld it. Nah, he thought. He'd just leave it as it was.

He picked up his dented shield, and then went to the others. "Alhana, Arkayid, Kernyel, are you all alright? My damages are minimal, thanks to your potions. I pray your damage is as minimal. And unless either of you knows a better place to stay, perhaps we should be headin' out North?" And with that, he looked up to the heavens and whispered loud enough for only he to hear, "Thank you."

Vrinn and Nera sat by a tree, Vrinn with his spellbook and Nera napping.
"Ah, it's been a while since I looked at this. Good thing I can now, or else I might lose some spells from my memory." He looked around at the scenery. "Well, this is very pleasant, I wish I had the time to relax more often."
Enjoying your rest, are you?
Ah, Kail, you've finally showed up.
No thanks to you ditching me.
It all turned out fine, right?
Whatever. "Let's just go." Kail said from behind them.
"We're meeting up with the others."
"Why?"
Nera woke up. "Hi, Kail! Good to see you back!"
"Because it's safer with a group."
Kail said a quick "Hi." and then; "Fine. Just don't let them know about your specialty. You'll take all responsibility."
"Of course. Let's go."
You just like having company, right?
How can you read me so well, Nera?
'Cause I'm your familiar?
They all set off, in search of the other people Vrinn and Nera had started their trip to Domachi with.

Jaster was injured, and suddenly someone else stood between him and Arkayid. grasping the bolt lodged between his ribs. He blinked, and realized this person was none other than the assailant that had taken Alhana hostage. His instincts took over, and his warrior training kicked in. He heard nothing of what this monster said, and instead spun and bent this being's wrist backwards until it let go of the bolt. Like a cat, he leapt back a few yards and drew his sword. He looked squarely at his assailiant and whispered, "Where there is hate, let me bring peace."

At this point, the steel should have erupted into blazing white fire. But nothing happened. It stayed cold steel. The only way this could have happened is if the assailant wished no harm upon him or his allies. He let his sword fall to his side, but did not sheath it. He narrowed his eyes at this man and asked, "What is it that you want? Why do you ambush us so? Ambushing a group of wanderers is not very good for your general health, and more so for this group here."

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