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 Posted: Fri Apr 10, 2009 4:02 pm
"Ok I'm ready to go for Eyris. You also ready Valter? We will head off together, unless ye want to be alone."
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Posted: Fri Apr 10, 2009 4:04 pm
"Whoa, hey there. We're searching the area around Eyris, not the city itself. But yeah, I'm ready. Let's go."
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Posted: Fri Apr 10, 2009 4:05 pm
"The people in there will need help, yet all right."
Nometal heads for the door, opening it, and heading for Eyris.
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Posted: Fri Apr 10, 2009 4:36 pm
"Good luck you two." Aran waved a bit They may need it if anything evil is lurking around.. Heck, right now we ALL need it. So many bad things happened around here, although he wasn't sure of the liveliness of the events was a good thing.
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Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2009 5:04 am
"So, it's me and Alihi then." Sue nodded. "Well... let's go. We must warn the others... especially... Abel." The nomad felt a twinge in her heart when mentioning her informant, before calling the tactician to ride upon her steed with her. Once again, she was parting ways with Valter and the others with short farewells, but she hoped that none of those goodbyes were permanent.
{Alihi, when you read this... come with me to Blade of Fury.}
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Posted: Sun Apr 12, 2009 2:44 pm
A shadow passed over Fefga's, and its maker settled in the courtyard with a soft thud. Siegell, champion Wyvern Lord, slid off of Shastah's unsaddled back and dropped into the mud ungracefully before falling on his face.
His face!
Would they even recognize him without it? Probably not. But he wanted them to. He wouldn't let them see his face. They had to stay in the dark. Shastah was already on it, and had cut the leather cord around his neck so that the bag of essentials dropped into the mud. Still bleeding, Siegell rummaged around inside until he found one of his spare masks, miraculously unbroken. Carefully, he fitted it to his face, and then he took a vulnerary and raised it to his lips.
Empty... there was a crack in the bottom. Damnit! He turned, clutching at the pouring wound in his shoulder as he made his way toward the door. "Urgh... b***h... will pay..."
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Posted: Sun Apr 12, 2009 3:03 pm
Amelia sat on her bed after a little while, door safely closed. With a bucket from the washroom, partially filled with lukewarm water, and a cloth, she cleaned off the wound in her chest and her side. A Vulnerary from the corner was rubbed into her side, then across the gashes in her torso. Both sizzled and mended more, and Amelia relaxed. Better, but she knew what she really needed was rest. Amelia put the Vulnerary away before wrapping up her side, then her chest. "Gonna have a scar..." she murmured, tying the loose ends together. Amelia had finished kicking her ruined shirt into the corner of her room and tugged on a new shirt before she looked up. Had she heard something outside?
"...Probably imagining it," she murmured, smoothing out the fabric. She felt unsettled now, running a hand over her paled face. Tired... need to rest... She sat on her bed, leaning into the wall as she closed her eyes.
[[Because both Bittersweet Return and Troubled Beginnings are in Fefga's house, I'm posting here. 8D"]]
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Posted: Sun Apr 12, 2009 3:49 pm
Siegell groaned as he staggered to the door. Even clamping down with his hand, he still couldn't stop the blood pouring from his shoulder. His fist rose and thumped heavily twice on the door before he fumbled around and managed to find the handle, then twisted it and all but fell into the foyer, barely catching himself on his fingertips and dropping onto his knees. Blood spread into the carpet as he kneeled, panting, and hissed, "Need a healer... now... You guys... owe me for winter..."
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Posted: Sun Apr 12, 2009 4:44 pm
She couldn't bring herself to go.
She wanted to go, if only to support Amelia and to understand for herself why Rei and Amelia fought, but she hadn't been able to face the fighting. Instead, Ninian had wandered, staring at the forest, doing nothing.
I'm so useless! I can't even bring myself to watch a battle when I've seen so many before now. . . .
She returned to FEFGA's when the sounds of battle ceased. It seemed that at least a few people had returned here as well. She saw Siegell as soon as she entered the house, kneeling on the floor, bleeding profusely.
"Siegell!" she cried, half surprised to see him, half shocked at his condition. "Oh, no! Wait--I've a vulnerary here!"
Quickly, she knelt beside him, helping him over to a chair before starting to apply the healing salve to his wounds.
"Siegell, what happened?"
[[Posting here because 1) I'm not entirely sure where to post, and 2) Siegell needs help. ^^;;]]
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Posted: Sun Apr 12, 2009 5:19 pm
[[Ninian, your font is... very bright. xD"]]
Amelia had gotten rather relaxed, reclining against the wall with her arms folded loosely in her lap, eyes closed, when she heard the door slam against the wall, then a muted thud. A few moments passed, and she heard Ninian shout. "Siegell!"
Amelia's eyes opened wide. Siegell? Siegell was here? Why was he here? She grunted and pulled herself off of the bed to her feet. Her wounds had been healed enough to let her move around. Rest could wait for a little while; if he was honest trouble, she was pretty much obliged to help him. He had really helped them at Christmas, and he hadn't meant to give Nils that cursed flute. Not forgiving him for the kiss, though. Amelia stood still on her feet for a few moments, then made her way back to the main room.
...Did not expect to find this. She had assumed that maybe he had just decided to make a dramatic entrance; she hadn't thought that he would be in a chair, being cared after by Ninian, gripping a deep shoulder wound with more gashes across his chest and stomach. Amelia stared at him for a moment, eyes wide, then disappeared again into the hallway. A few minutes later, she was back with what was left of the Vulnerary she'd been using earlier. "I'm going to assume you've already asked him what's going on," Amelia murmured. She went over to where Ninian was, yanking out the cork.
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Posted: Sun Apr 12, 2009 5:52 pm
Siegell hissed, leaning heavily on Ninian as she helped him sit up in a chair. By the time he was seated, blood had run from his shoulder down hers and was soaking into the top of her dress. It coated his hands, and everything he touched was left with a long, sickly red smear. The first application of the salve was heaven.
Six seconds later it was agonizing, and he sat shuddering in the chair as pain lanced from his shoulder straight up and down his spine, spreading through him like fire. "A-a-aahhh," he finally managed, followed by a deep inhalation between his teeth and an "O-ohhh..."
His eyes were closed tight, but when he opened them again, the sharp, pale gold was clouded with pain. His knuckles were white beneath their crimson coat from gripping the arms of the chair. At the very least, though, his shoulder wound was beginning to seal up. Finally, panting softly, he offered an explanation. "Lizard b***h... with a sword... Rrrf, gods... I'll kill that b***h... swear it..." He closed his eyes again, working through the pain as the salve was once more applied to his shoulder.
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Posted: Sun Apr 12, 2009 6:01 pm
Amelia decided that Ninian had caring for his shoulder wound taken care of, so she focused her attention to the gashes across his pecs (Stop staring at them!) and his abs (Don't look at those, either, goddammit!). She shook some of the Vulnerary into her hand, then rubbed against the first wound, keeping her eyes focused on the cut. Judging by his reactions to getting his shoulder tended to, at least, he was actually in more pain. Stupid Vulneraries... why aren't the Bishops helping yet?
She paused as Siegell spoke, then continued to tend to the gashes. "Lizard b***h... with a sword... Rrrf, gods... I'll kill that b***h... swear it..."
"Yeah, yeah. Focus first on not bleeding to death," Amelia told him, her voice a little gentler than it would have been, had he not clearly been in pain. "You've lost a lot of blood. You'll need to rest somewhere. We've got plenty of open beds, so pick one when we're done here, savvy?"
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Posted: Sun Apr 12, 2009 6:11 pm
Rhys, meanwhile, was finally getting up to date with the assistance of Renault, bringing himself up to speed. He'd heard the "Siegell" scream and everything, but what Renault was saying--mysterious woman, attacks out of nowhere, people going berserk--was (and he felt horrible to admit it, knowing a wounded man was entering the house) indeed very important to know about.
The lecture done, Rhys turned back into the room. So this is "Siegell"? He--wait! Yes! He was with us in that blizzard way back when!
"Okay, okay, stand back. Let me handle it," Rhys said to Ninian and Amelia, taking a good look. Wow... underneath the armor, this man was a FIGHTER. He certainly had the build of one, and the scars to prove it. Or perhaps, lack thereof--other than the fresh ones, there didn't appear to be many, suggesting that this man hardly lost. Hell, he hardly ever got HURT.
Men with such strength were fairly easy cases to handle. Heal staff in hand, Rhys focused the healing energies over the warrior's wounds, closing them with small effort.
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Posted: Sun Apr 12, 2009 6:11 pm
Ninian froze when Siegell cried out, but pressed on. If she and Amelia could get most of the wounds healed with their vulneraries now, it would be less for the healers to do later; they could save their strength for those who were severely injured, should things get any worse. From the sound of things, Siegell had been attacked by some sort of lizard.
Could it have been what attacked Rei and Nils? Ninian wondered.
Her vulnerary used up, she waited for Amelia to finish, biting her lip. Fortunately, Rhys entered, taking over the healing of the injured Wyvern Rider.
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Posted: Sun Apr 12, 2009 6:12 pm
Chad looked over the injured man as the two women cared for him. He was very fit, very muscular, a trained soldier or maybe a mercenary. Either way he looked as if he was very capable of handling himself in a fight, so who, or what could of done this? Chad listened to the man's description of his assailant "Lizard b***h... with a sword" Now that was weird, yet no one else in the room seemed that bothered by the description. "So, judging from the reaction, or lack of, coming from you lot I assume this isn't the first incident invovolving said 'Lizard b***c'. Anyone want to clue me in as to the situation around here?"
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