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 Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2009 9:29 pm
The Picts surrounding them did not move, they did not flinch. The all lowered their heads as if mourning, and a few split ways as to let the group through.
Farskon winced, he had not killed a real person, as it was a simulation of the past, but it felt real. The blood, the exhaustion, the fear.
He sighed, and slipped the ugly Pict sword back into his sleeve.
"So Hrothbert, can you take us to Emma?" He muttered a last.
[[Oh Nyrk in the simulation you don't have your normal gear, and or
weapons. ]]
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Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2009 9:32 pm
He nodded curtly. "She's close."
And still breathing, thank the gods, he thought as he set off again, replacing the dagger up his sleeve.
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Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2009 9:38 pm
[Alright. I fixed all my posts.]
Lacking a weapon, and instinctively wishing to hold something to defend himself with, Nyrk took the man's massive axe, dragging it along as he followed Farkson.
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Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2009 9:44 pm
It was another half hour before the group found Emma's location, the Picts now no longer attacked the group, but they pointed and whispered at them.
Some even retreated from the sight of them.
When they arrived at Emma's holding place, a random hut; the Pict guarding went away in fear.
Farskon peered inside to see Emma, and other Elves tied to a post.
He stepped back to let Horthbert take care of it.
The Paladin turned to the exorcist, and asked."So, how did you get in here?"
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Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2009 9:46 pm
"You'd have to ask the Doctor. Though I'll admit the first time I'll serve as his guinea pig will also be the last." His tone sounded joking, but Nyrk's face kept stoic. He wasn't amused by his current state of events by much. "I had heard about the magics going on about the Black Villages, but I hadn't the maps nor directions to reach them, I'm afraid. Luckily, the Doctor knows quite a bit about esoteric subjects such as these. I just wish he had developed an escape route."
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Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2009 9:48 pm
He was already gone.
Hrothbert had crossed the area in what seemed like an instant. The ropes holding the other elves loosed themselves, allowing those that were conscious to escape and aid those that were not.
Emma's own bonds were cut at the same time, but with the recently produced dagger. She was bruised and battered, but very much alive. Still drifting in the void of unconsciousness, the enchantress did not stir as her rescuer held her close, murmuring words of comfort and reassurance.
He dropped to his knees, laying her out upon the ground as gently as possible, examining the bruises and shallow cuts that covered her body.
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Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2009 9:56 pm
Nyrk entered soon behind the saxon. It took his mind a few moments to deduce that this man was Hrothbert, but when he realized, Nyrk managed to keep himself from idiotically saying "oh." As that moment passed, the exorcist found himself irritated that he hadn't even a single vial of holy water to assist the injured sorceress with.
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Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2009 9:58 pm
Despite the situation Farskon smiled. A straying thought when he said Doctor, made him think of a certain Doctor he had seen on TV when he was growing up in London.
His expression went to concern as he saw Emma."She gonna be ok?" He asked Hrothbert hastily, and then chaos broke loose.
A trumpet was heard as a militia's worth of Elves, and Trolls charged in and shot hordes of arrows at the Picts.
The Elf that the group had first met in the simulation called to them in the now forming battle. "We thought you would need back up going in small numbers!"
His voice was cut off as he had to focus and fire arrows at some incoming Picts.
"We should leave, now." Farskon said urgently. He dodged a stray arrow.
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Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2009 10:02 pm
He looked up from the pattern of bruises, a rather strange expression on his face. "Right. Of course..." Lifting the still-out-old elf-woman, he kept her close to his chest as they fled, the joy at having found her giving his steps greater speed.
They were soon outside the encampment, safe from the pursuing hordes.
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Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2009 10:08 pm
Farskon panted, and recovered his posture. "Oh man did we 'complete' the simulation?"
He looked around for a sign if they did, and kicked a rock in annoyance."Guess not."
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Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2009 10:13 pm
Nyrk was preoccupied with himself at the moment. Someone close by would hear the exorcist praying with just a hint of worry right now. He sat cross-legged, moving his hands over his salvaged axe, trying to invoke some evidence of God's existence within the simulation.
It was of incredible worry to Nyrk; The possibility that within a hypothetical plane of existence, God might have no influence. His sacred words grew a bit more frantic, though his conviction managed not to waver in reciting. Nothing tangible could be observed, however, and this was clearly disturbing the exorcist.
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Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2009 10:16 pm
It would seem that the two older men were both preoccupied: Nyrk with his prayers, and Hrothbert with Emma.
Emma was currently nestled in his lap, her head in his hands. Silver and blue flowed over her body like a mountain stream, closing the cuts and vanishing the bruises, bringing a healthier color to her pale features.
But she did not wake.
Something was keeping her unconscious.
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Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2009 10:27 pm
Farskon paced around, and decided to go looking around, to his delight he found a muddy and blood crust eleven chest armor. He put it on, and was surprised by it's flexibility.
He continue searching hoping for a sign of exit until he found a door, it was white, and standing in the middle of an edge of woodland.
"Hey I think I found something!" Farskon shouted over to the men.
He looked at the door it had Darkling language engraved in it.
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Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2009 10:30 pm
A frustrated Nyrk marched up to the door, dragging his axe behind him. He looked at the language, then at his axe he had spent so long trying to consecrate. There was one way to find out whether it had worked. For a moment, Nyrk stared down the door. Then, without provocation, he swung the mighty axe upon the door, not concerned with what heretic cared for the door's well-being.
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Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2009 10:34 pm
Hrothbert had not moved at Farkson's cry, but instead was bent over Emma, still cradling her head in his hands. But, this time, his eyes were closed, breathing slow and steady as he entered her mind, gently pulling her back into consciousness.
The enchantress stirred, her body responding instinctively to the magic that now coursed through her veins like her own blood.
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