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 Posted: Sat May 03, 2008 8:30 pm
Doina grit her teeth as the spawn let out its death screech and seemed to shatter like thin glass. It’s legs moved rapidly, like a spider’s legs does when it’s turned on its back. Her muscles were tense, prepared to attack again even though she didn’t have enough energy for another magic attack. As the water died away the shield she had fell and slowly her muscles relaxed themselves as she sank to the ground.
They did it, they had killed the Water Spawn! Again they encountered a spawn and came out with their lives. And it wasn’t like the last time as the spawn turned and ran. No! They killed the monster! Doina’s eyes closed and her head was bowed as she silently offered up a prayer of thanks to her gods. It was a sheer miracle that they were alive.
Slowly she got up, her muscles protesting, and accessed the damage caused. It was…horrible. The beautiful buildings and houses that once surrounded the area were merely piles of rubble and debris. It was hard to imagine that a celebration took place hours ago in this same spot.
‘B-but its over now. The village had sustained a lot of damage but it can all be fixed with time.’
Doina then looked over at her comrades, to see how they were doing. Overall everyone looked exhausted and she could see bruises and cuts developing . Like last time, Blade looked the worse out of the group. Would the leader always throw herself into such danger that she ended up hurting herself more than the enemy did? The shadows that still clung to her body scared her but she began to walk forward, intent on helping her and the others. But she paused in her steps and her skin began to lose color as her eyes caught sight of something else. There was a bird there…the most beautiful bird she had ever seen but it frightened her, much more than Blade and her darkness. She felt her knees shake and she nearly fell to the ground. It was the Wind Spawn!
‘No…not now. We can’t fight again! We’ll die!‘ she cried mentally.
But it just looked at them, chirped and then flew off. She was still shaken, but a part of her recognized the second miracle they were blessed with and made her legs continue their course to the group. Her walk turned into a run as she saw the blood spill from Blade’s lips and her scream of agony pierced her ears.
She knelt down beside her as the leader fell to her knees. Her hands hovered over her form that was twisted in pain. She didn’t have enough power to heal Blade magically, and right now she really needed that. But her training as a healer did prepare her to make bandages and tourniquets out of anything. She tore off pieces of her dress, oh how she wished she brought her bag with her, and worked on stopping any more blood from pouring out of the other woman.
“Blade! Wake up, you can’t black out okay? If you do you won’t wake up again!”
She began to wrap up the cuts she could reach, the rest of her clothing being stained by the pool of blood surrounding Blade. These wouldn’t do much so she turned to the rest of the group.
“Silver! Falconer! Please help me! We need to get her out of the cold and we need a healer quick!”
Damn it, she wished she hadn’t wasted all her energy in fighting. Her job was to heal, but if she hadn’t would they even be alive at this point?
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Posted: Sat May 03, 2008 9:06 pm
Doina's voice echoed through her skull, practically smashing against her brain. Blade's eyes fluttered open and her jaw tightened, stealing a glance up at the young elf. She kept her eyes open, although vertigo continued to seize her and she was fighting not to let her eyelids shut.
"" Laquemil's deep, warm voice pierced through her thoughts, bringing some peace to the chaos that her mind was going through.
He let out a soft sigh as he bent over, studying the small pale object that was resting in the snow. After a few seconds of solemn silence he reached out and grabbed it, its cold metallic-like surface meeting his skin. He lifted it up and looked down at the odd shape.
"" he muttered sadly to himself, closing his fingers around it and pulling his arm into his cloak. He stood up, looking up at the walls that surrounded the now torn settlement within. His nostrils flared to suck in more of the cold, mind-numbing air before he shut his eyes. When he opened them he was inside, his back to a house that had managed to stay intact. Or some of it, at least. Laquemil tilted his cloaked-form over, blinking away a snowflake while he watched an elfin maiden lean over Feritae and begin to rip off her own dress as a bandage. There was blood... everywhere. And she was slipping. ""
He stepped out from his hiding spot, checking to be sure that his hood was in place as he stepped in closer to where the damage area was. Then he ran over, sliding to a stop and leaning over Feritae.
"" Laquemil told the other healer softly, ignoring his own dislike for being around people. His pale hands stretched out from the white cloak her was wearing. His own silvery orbs met Feritae's, and he gave a somewhat cracked smile. He laid his hands on her body, the smile slipping away in exchange for a more concentrated expression. ""
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Posted: Sun May 04, 2008 2:42 am
He hit the water with an all mighty splash and began slowly sinking to the bottom and allowing himself to be carried away by the water...
"And now its time for the customary flashbacks and for life's mysteries to stand before me explained..."
Slowly immersing himself with his past, he almost didn't notice the fact that the water was stopping and a loud annoying scream had filled the air...
"Strange, I thought the afterlife was peaceful...then again I am a very loud person...maybe this is the Gods' way of telling me that I feel at ease most with others who are loud?"
Slowly opening his eyes, he was greeted to the strangest image of his small, insignificant yet somewhat eventful life. The Spawn had collapsed, staring at the Leader with its creepy eyes of it. He was tempted to go over and wave his hands in front of them in order to get a reaction, but squashed the thought as the bloody thing melted and faded away.
"We won? WE WON!"
His shout of joy stopped as a large bird flew overheard, chirping at them before flying away...
...as the Leader suddenly spewed out blood and collapsed. Two things flew through his mind.
"s**t, is she okay?"
and...
"Crap, that Spawn just melted! My knife was in that spawn! It melted too! SON OF A b***h"
Deciding that the latter was off less importance, he rushed forward to the bleeding lady in pain.
"Silver! Falconer! Please help me! We need to get her out of the cold and we need a healer quick!"
Placing a hand on her shoulder to stop her, he stated slowly and clearly "As much as I like the idea of women -literally- shredding their clothes off when I enter the area, as a dude, I can't allow you continue to do so. Public nudity isn't cool for women. "
He proceeded to take of his cold shirt-it was wet and was making him miserable- and stated seriously "A wet T-shirt is the strongest thing in the universe."
He was just in the process of ripping the damn thing into bandages-while ignoring any reactions he got from the whip, sword, magic and...other marks on his back-when the creepy guy in a hood walked forward and began talking to Healer lady. In some other language.
"Right, magic time then?" he grumbled, holding the shirt and Sock Rock in his hands. "Fine, I'll let it go this time too, cause everyone else is to buggered up to help her! But damn it, if she dies you will be beaten to death with 2 wet pieces of clothing! WET CLOTHING IS THE STRONGEST THINGS IN THE UNIVERSE, NAY THE MULTIVERSE!"
He proceeded to sneeze and watch Hood get to work with Healer on Leader.
"I really need to learn some names..." he grumbled.
"This is the strangest afterlife ever..."
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Posted: Sun May 04, 2008 8:05 pm
Doina was trying very hard not to freak out. This was the first time she was in a situation where she couldn’t tap into her healing powers. The bottom of her dress was ruined, a large tear in the front from the piece she tore off already. She was getting ready to tear another piece when a hand landed on her shoulder. Her green eye looked up at the kid Facloner when he offered to rip his own shirt into bandages for her.
She was grateful, really she was. The wet shirt would work better as bandages than the material of her dress. She nodded and was about to thank him when a stranger came along. He was dressed in white robes, robes as white as the snow that surrounded them. She was on guard and clutched Blade closer to her as he ran towards them.
Her defenses dropped a little as he spoke in elfin tongue and told her that he was a white mage. A white mage…here? Was he from this settlement? White mages were very high in the levels of magic users and because of their power and the nature of it, they tended to be distant and aloof. But where he came from and why he was here didn’t matter! Blade needed help.
He placed his hands on Blade and asked Doina what he needed to do. Accessing Blade’s body quickly she analyzed which problem needed to be taken care of first.
““
The arm that Blade had been using to channel her energy was badly injured. She moved over to that arm, looking at it more closely. Gods, Blade’s magic was dangerous. Those shadows had just about stripped her skin off, leaving the pink muscle to contract and convulse in the open.
She coughed up blood to, it could be a sign of some internal bleeding, the white mage would have to take care of that as well.
“Thank you Falconer, for the shirt. Could you find a safe and clear place that we can place Blade at now?” she asked the boy.
““
She felt so…useless right now! She was a healer, something like this, while she wouldn’t say it would be easy, this was what her powers were for!
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Posted: Sun May 04, 2008 8:44 pm
He snorted, unimpressed with the spawn's dramatic death. However, his attention turned to his fili, only to find her strength almost completely gone. He bound over, wrapping his body around hers, a soothing growl echoing from his chest.
"Wari..." Silver whispered softly, not even aware of the chaos and devestation around her. She gripped the icy fur, trying to anchor herself as her vision became blurry. I will not faint. I will not! she thought stubbornly, but it was in vain. She slumped against her summons as she lost consciousness, her strength completely gone. Her breathing was even, almost like she was asleep.
He looked at his fili's companions. Most were ensnared in the condition of their leader, which he had to admit wasn't in the best of shapes. Only one hadn't rushed to the fallen human's side. He snarled, capturing the male half elf's attention. The words he spoke echoed through the once battlefield, "Naru ner canliri ma fili." And obvious order, he also made sure to project the meaning of those words directly into Seraphis's mind.
You will protect my daughter.
With those words, he began to fade from sight, almost like a ghost. As he did, the female half-elf leaning against him, his precious one, began to slip through him towards the ground, and he could do nothing to stop it. He had stolen enough of her strength...
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Posted: Sun May 04, 2008 8:55 pm
He nodded at what the female said, flexing his fingers before pulling out magic from his core. He moved as well, using his body to block the light from touching Blade. Immediately her skin stopped dissolving, something that would help take the edge off of her pain. His fingernails, now tinged with blue from the cold that they were being exposed to. The air around his hands waved, as if surrounded by heat. He pressed a hand down on Feritae's arm, commanding the skin to sew itself back together. She gritted her teeth and dug her fingernails into the frozen and bloodied ground, coughing. "{Stay awake, shadow; stay awake....}" He muttered in response, eyes shutting while his hands shook as they moved from her arm to over her heart. He pressed down below her breast, feeling an internal organ beat weakly underneath his palm. His other hand was set down on her stomach. Again he began to channel his white magic into her body, struggling to force it past the dark magic that was clinging to her. Bit by bit he banished it away, letting the healing aura pass through and patch up the worst of the damage.
Almost exactly a minute later he let out a heavy, sudden breath, leaning over even further while the fingers that had been tight loosened. "" He wiped away the sweat that was glimmering on his forehead, eyes closed. "" He glanced up at the violet-haired elf, sighing as he noted how round and young her face was. "" Now he looked down at Feritae who, he was noting, was staring at him with unusual intensity; her jaw tight and her body trembling from the chill and pain. ""
She responded to Laquemil's question with a glare, albeit weak one, one of her hands gripping part of his cloak. It was ******** cold, something that wasn't doing anything to help edge off the pain. Her eyes rolled back and she coughed, specks of blood flying out. She heard Laquemil make an odd sound and place a hand on the side of her head. ""
"" He whispered back, finding her remark to be absolutely ridiculous. What was it about that gender and their dresses? "" He looked up at the summon, eyebrows pushing together as it said something to the half-elf male before starting to disappear like snowflakes being caught up in a weak breeze. He frowned, looking back down at Feritae and then back to her arm. It was still bleeding- she shouldn't have channeled so much black magic into it to save that boy. Not that there was much else that she could've done, but.... He pushed a little more magic into the arm to try and stop the bleeding, but what the limb really needed was to be wrapped. "" Laquemil ordered, pointing at Feritae's arm before looking over to where the female elf was also laying on the ground. Hopefully she wasn't injured- he would go up and check himself, but Feritae was in critical condition and he didn't dare move himself. He was the only thing before Feritae and the threatening light. Another deep breath and he began to channel more healing magic into Feritae's body while looking over at the other collapsed female. ""
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Posted: Mon May 05, 2008 8:24 pm
The battle was over... They had won... By the gods, they had won! And everyone was still alive! Despite his obvious fatigue, Seraphis smiled. The first step in his revenge had been taken and it was exhilarating. He heard Silver's summoned beast say something in that strange language. By the way it was looking at him, Seraphis knew that the beast was addressing him. Then a voice sounded in his mind.
'You will protect my daughter,' it said. Seraphis was stunned for a moment. Did it say daughter? That would mean... He shook off his shock and gave the beast an affirming nod.
"Of course I will," he promised, "With my life." With that, the beast faded and Silver began to fall. Seraphis moved to catch her, but was too weak from casting and she slipped through his hands. He hoped that he had softened her decent with his attempt.
""
Seraphis turned to see the source of the shout. There stood a strange man with alabaster skin. Seraphis didn't need to be told twice. He took a moment to summon any extra reserves of strength he had left and gently lifted Silver off the ground. He slowly made his way to the rest of the group, taking a moment to gaze upon her face. Gods, he hoped she would be alright. Reaching the group, he gently placed her on the ground and looked to the albino man. He was a stranger, but he seemed willing to help. That was enough for Seraphis right now.
"Can you help her," he asked softly.
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Posted: Tue May 06, 2008 12:56 pm
"Can you help her?"
Laquemil looked up at the man who'd asked the question, blinking. He didn't know human tongue very well, although he was familiar with the word "help." Seeing the man's body language and the fact that he'd brought the female over, he could guess at what the half elf wanted. "Yes." He responded with a curt nod, hoping that he'd gotten the translation correctly. He leaned over, stretching past Feritae in order to study the next body in front of him. He stretched a white hand out, setting it down on the silver-haired maiden's stomach and above her heart. His hands glowed softly, eyes lowering and growing distant for a few seconds before he pulled away. "" '<-by some miracle->' "<-but she's extremely fatigued.>" He now moved his hand up and pressed it against Seraphis' chest. After a second of silence, he added: "" Laquemil gestured towards Silver and could only hope that Seraphis could understand what he was saying. He was elf, but only half according to the way his ears were structured, so there was a chance that he might not know elven.
Wasn't there people in this area? As Laquemil turned his attention back over to Fertiae, he could also sense the presence of elves. There were people here, only they might be too afraid to come out. He grabbed Doina's arm, pushing some of his long, strait locks of hair out away from his face. "" He looked back down, foggy breath coming out as he sighed deeply. He rested his hand on Feritae's forehead, eyes lowering. Her eyes were open but looking off in a different direction, eyelids drooping every few moments. “” He patted her cheek gently, trying to draw her attention. “” She mumbled something incoherent in response and he sighed. He reached out and grabbed Doina’s arm, looking up at her. “”
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Posted: Tue May 06, 2008 2:26 pm
Seraphis listened to the albino's words and nodded to indicate his understanding. Looking back, he should have responded to the man in elven, but he was so distracted by Silver's poor condition that he unintentionally responded in his first language.
"" he said softly, switching over to elven. Wasting no more time, he summoned his strength again and gently lifted Silver off the ground. Slowly and steadily, he set off toward Silver's childhood home. He stumbled many times along the uneven path, but through his force of will, he managed to remain standing and did not drop Silver. After what seemed like an eternity of trudging, he reached the house. He gently maneuvered Silver in his arms so he could free his hand to use the latch. The door opened a crack and Seraphis used his booted foot to nudge it the rest of the way open. He walked in, nudging the door closed with his foot and put Silver's form to rest on the sofa in the main room. He turned to the fireplace. The albino said to keep her warm. His first impulse was to use a simple fire spell, but he suddenly remembered that other thing the albino had said.
"No magic," he said softly to himself. Standing, he moved to his bag and pulled out his flint and tinderbox. He carefully laid the tinder on the charred, but not quite spent, logs and began striking the flint. Eventually, one of the sparks caught and he gently blew to fan the flames. It wasn't long before they spread enough to where Seraphis was confident that the fire would be fine on its own. He moved to his bag again and pulled out a blanket. He brought it over to the sofa and covered Silver's unconscious form with it. Hopefully, this would be sufficient. It was the best he could do with what he had. He gazed at Silver's sleeping face and brushed a few strands of her pale hair to the side. The albino said it was just extreme fatigue, but that didn't ease Seraphis' worry much. He placed hand on her cheek and caressed it gently.
"Come back to me, Silver," he whispered, a hint of sorrow mixed with fear in his voice, "Please..." Seraphis sighed softly and crossed the room. He returned with a simple wooden chair and placed it beside the sofa. A part of him cried for rest. For sleep. But he knew he couldn't do that just yet. He eased himself into the chair and began his silent vigil, watching Silver closely for any change in her condition.
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Posted: Tue May 06, 2008 3:33 pm
Laughing and twirling around, Silver looked into the mirror and smiled. It was her naming day! She would no longer just be Silver, but would have a bird name, like all the other adults in the village. For the occasion, her mother had asked the newest seamstress, a female elf named Rose Dove who was barely seventeen, to make her a dress. It was soft blue wool shift with white roses embroidered around the hem, with layers of petticoats underneath as well as white stockings. Her shirt was also white, with blue ribbon cuffs that matched the wool shift. Carefully, she had braided her silver-like hair into twin braids, with blue ribbons tied into bows at the top of each braid. Downstairs, her mother was waiting with her boots to help her lace them.
Awkwardly, Silver walked across the room, her leg dragging behind her and making her clumsy if she moved too fast. As she walked downstairs, she though over the coming day. Her mother had her heart set on Silver being named a Lark, but, secretly, Silver wanted to be a Crow, so she could be like Sage Falcon, the only female elf to be named Falcon ever. She was old now, but the stories of her greatness were told to all the girls. However, she knew her leg wouldn't make that possible. Sighing at the base of the stairs, Silver called, "Mother!" There wasn't an answer, but she could see the edges of a violet skirt hanging over the edge of the sofa. Rolling her eyes, she walked over to the sofa.
There lay Red Raven. Her hair was scarlet, bright like flesh spilled blood on white sheets, and her skin was naturally a very dark tan, darker than even Silver's skin. If her eyes were open, they would reveal dark, almost black eyes that could pierce a soul, or so it seemed to Silver. She was dressed in her favorite white shirt and violet skirt, her boots as well as her daughter's laying by her hands. She looked like she was asleep. Smiling, Silver ran up, or ran as much as she could, to her mother's side and shook the woman's shoulder. "Mother. It's time to go."
The woman didn't stir.
Silver tried again, "Mother? Mother!"
"Mother..." Silver woke up, gasping. Sweat had formed on her forehead, and she had been muttering in her sleep. Sitting up, she tried to figure out why she dreamed of that day. All she could think of was how sad her younger self had looked. The little half-elf had barely been able to walk, her leg fighting her every step she took. It had taken her a couple of years just to learn how to stand; walking had been an even more difficult skill. She looked over and saw Seraphis, making her heart almost stop. He looked so tired... "Seraphis?" she said, her worry obvious. Then she remembered the spawn. "What happened...? Did we...?"
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Posted: Tue May 06, 2008 4:51 pm
Seraphis had been on the verge of dozing. He tried with all of his might to keep his eyes open, but he could feel his body slowly shutting down. It was only a matter of time before he succumbed to sleep and he knew it. Still, he resolved to fight it till the end. Then he heard Silver softly utter the word 'Mother'. He barely had time to wonder at this as she woke up with a sudden gasp that nearly made him jump out of his skin. Combined with the small fright she gave him and the fact that Silver was awake, Seraphis' adrenaline was pumping once again, allowing him to shake off much of his urge to sleep. He hurried to Silver's side.
"What happened...? Did we...?"
"Yes!" he replied excitedly, a wide grin forming on his face, "The spawn is dead. We won! Falcon's Ridge was damaged in the fight, but I believe most of the citizens still remain safely locked away in the temple. By and large, the Ridge is safe now." He looked into her eyes for a moment, positively beaming. Then, suddenly, he threw his arms around her, wrapping her in a secure embrace.
"Thank the gods you're alright, Silver," Seraphis said softly, his voice laden with emotion, "I was so worried that I'd-...That we'd lost you."
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Posted: Tue May 06, 2008 6:32 pm
Doina watched, amazed as he set to help Blade. She could feel the power of his magic from where it was, it was warm and brushed against her. She noted everything that was going on, from his fingernails turning blue to the way Blade’s skin was mending itself. The last time she had been this impressed she was watching her master.
Suddenly she remembered something Blade had told her before. When they were traveling to Falcon’s Ridge, Blade had told her that other magic would react badly with her shadow magic. But this guy, he didn’t seem to be having any trouble with healing her at all! Doina’s eyes narrowed and she looked a little more closely at what he was doing. Her suspicions were raised again.
She snapped her focus back to him as he gave her instructions on how to care for Blade. Okay, that much she could do right now. If she could go back to Silver’s home she could get her bag with all the bandages and salves she had and patch up the rest of the injuries. That went for everyone else as well. She looked down at Blade as she and the white mage talked for a little bit. They seemed to know one another.
He spoke to her again and she looked down at Blade’s arm, nodding and taking the strip of cloth she had in her hand she wrapped the arm.
Then the man was brought Silver by Seraphris and Doina looked over at the two. Everyone was tired but out of the group Silver and Seraphris were the most exhausted, excluding Blade. The white mage placed his hand on Silver and accessed her condition. The man spoke to Seraphris for a little bit, before the elf half male took Silver away, probably back to her home. Damn, she should have asked him to bring her bag back. Though with the condition Silver was in and their relationship, Seraphris wouldn’t be leaving Silver’s side.
She looked down at the pale hand that was on her arm, green eyes wide. He wanted her to go and get help. She bit her bottom lip as she thought that over. She wasn’t sure if the villagers would help her, being an outsider. But what made her the most hesitant was leaving Blade with this person. He had helped but he had appeared out of nowhere. She didn’t even know his name…
But she nodded and got up as quickly as she could went to the less damaged areas of the village. She looked around, it seemed that everyone had either fled or were in hiding. The farther she got away the less damage she saw but it was still pretty bad. She had knocked on a few doors, that still remained, but hadn’t gotten an answer. She stopped and leaned against the crumbling remains of a way, breathing heavily. Her fatigue was catching up to her. She had a burst of adrenaline when she realized Blade was hurt but now it was gone and she was feeling tired.
“Someone please help us! The spawn has been defeated and my friends are in need of assistance! If anyone is out there please….help us.” she called out.
She hoped that at least someone was still in the area.
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Posted: Tue May 06, 2008 7:55 pm
Silver breathed a soft sigh in relief when Seraphis told her that the spawn had indeed died. She coudln't help stiffening in surprise when the male half-elf pulled her into an embrace. However, she soon relaxed and wrapped her arms around him loosely, tucking her head in the crook of his neck. "I'm alright..." she said softly, though she had to fight a yawn. "Just tired still. The summons drains my strength the longer I maintain it, just like a spell would for you. To be honest, I've never held it here for so long..." Silver couldn't help but shudder as she thought of what would have happened if she had been forced to keep the summons here any longer; she most likely would have started using up her lifeforce. She pushed those negative thoughts aside to focus on the warmth of their embrace. Her cheeks had flushed slightly. Whether he knew it or not, she had caught his slip; he had been worried about losing her. What she worried about now was whether that was losing her, a friend and traveling companion, or something more... Her trip to her mother's grave had made it clear to her. She wasn't her mother, and Seraphis certainly wasn't her father. There was no reason for her to hold back, just because her parents hadn't worked out. But she wasn't going to push him, either...
Meanwhile, the door of the temple opened and Wit poked her head out. As soon as she caught sight of Doina, she hurried outside and she came to the elven girl's side. "Come inside and rest for a moment," she said kindly. "I'll have someone escort you back to Silver's home here in a moment. Meanwhile, I'll be sure that your friends are brought here to the temple for healing." Wit couldn't help saying dryly, "And I'm thankful I can send the villagers home now. All of us crowded in the temple isn't exactly comfortable." She offered her hand to Doina, making it clear she would physically help her get to the temple if she needed the aid. She called over her shoulder to the still open door, "A few Crows, grab a stretcher or two and head back towards the marketplace for the wounded." Obediently, two elven men came out moments later, thick canvas tarps stretched over metal frames stacked in their hands, two of them. They moved in fairly cooridinated movements towards the former battlefield. "They'll be there soon, and be back with your friends so the Ravens can see to them," Wit assured Doina. Meanwhile, Fal took this as his chance to sneak away, an unfamiliar elven male dressed entirely in black right behind him. They were heading straight for Silver's home, obviously intent on answers.
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Posted: Tue May 06, 2008 8:34 pm
Now with the elven girl gone, it was only him, Feritae, and the boy. He sighed while watching her leave, steel eyes flickering over to look at the boy. He was standing, albeit shirtless, and from what Laquemil could see he wasn't injured too badly. And, from the way he was standing, nothing was broken or causing him any large amount of pain. "" he was cut off when some elven men came out from around a corner, carrying something that would be perfect for Feritae. "" his eyes lowered, shoulders bent, and looked back down at Feritae. She was still hazing in and out, and he was certain that if he wasn't channeling steady ripples of magic through her that she would be unconscious. He frowned and moved a few pieces of hair away from her face. She was still bleeding, badly, despite what he'd done. ''
As the two men came closer Laquemil drew in a breath. With a wave a glowing white platform appeared underneath Feritae, floating steadily up. Once the stretchers were out he sat her carefully on it, releasing the spell when she looked like she was safe. He stood up, glancing down at his now bloodied cloak. The tattered ends of it swayed gently in the air by a light, gentle breeze. "" he told the two other males, making a small gesture with a hand towards her. "" He wasn't even sure if they would listen, but it was worth a shot. '' He had, at the least, been able to help Feritae. He could only hope that the half-elves had been able to make it out alright, although the man seemed like he had just enough energy to make it back to shelter as long as it wasn't too far.... Viral magic truly was troubling.
'' This was usually his cue to disappear. But he was also the one who knew how to best treat Feritae, and the people may still need help. He didn't usually lend his services to strangers, but considering it had to do with the spawn and that a large chunk of the settlement had been turned to sawdust, many people had to be injured. '' Heaving a heavy sigh he started following after the men, his mind made up. He would stay, if only for a while, until things were reasonably resolved. Or until Feritae was better. Aside from that, there was no other reason for why he should stay. White mages were notorious for being loners and, unfortunately, he'd picked up on the habit himself. Not that that was the only reason, but.... '' ""
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