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 Posted: Mon Apr 12, 2010 8:40 pm
Still wrapped up in his depression, Thanos nodded silently at Astalder, and began to follow him toward the infirmary. As he trudged along listlessly, he began to mutter softly to himself. "I have done nothing. Nothing for my father, nothing for anyone...not even myself." With a tiny, nearly-inaudible whimper, he concluded, "I am ... worthless."
Then, with a miserable look up at Astalder, he inquired slowly, "Why should I follow? You think I'm insane, so will everyone else...what if I am? I have nowhere to go, nowhere to belong." With that, he turned around and, taken again by grief, rushed off down the tunnels, intending to get as far from everyone as he could.
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Posted: Mon Apr 12, 2010 8:46 pm
-Rushia looked in shock at the sudden urgancy Fam had and she chuckled after Fam left thoughtfully on how there chat did help her not to think about her wings as much.-
"Savior...? I don't recall.. never mind."
-it was unusually quite again and she just didn't feel like looking at her wings right now so she lowered her head and looked at a pebble on the ground and lightly blew it seeing if she could roll it.-
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Kiddo Seanchain Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Apr 12, 2010 10:01 pm
Blade muttered something as Thanos left, obviously swearing, but in some language that hadn't been spoken for a long, long time. He cut off in mid-sentence and quickly swapped back to his normal tongue.
"---ahh, so, keep going then?" he asked of Astalder, "The Stewards will probably take care of that one."
He looked a bit agitated, torn between looking at where Thanos had departed and the direction that led towards the ward.
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Posted: Mon Apr 12, 2010 10:04 pm
With both nod and bow, Lucien, Padar's bound, hauled the shackled man back up over his shoulder to the location he would meet the guards who would assist. From there he would leave the man in their care to watch him and to make sure the wound on his arm would be tended to. It would not do to have the man bleed out before learning anything. As it was, Lucien had only wrapped it with a sleeve that he tore from the white haired man's shirt before they had left for Gen'yiel.
After having left his bound and spoken with Lierce, Padar turned to make his way toward the infirmary to get the spot just below his eye dabbed at where the damaged helm had cut into the skin.
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Posted: Mon Apr 12, 2010 10:28 pm
Astalder frowned as Thanos ran off practically in tears. Shaking his head, he paused for a moment as he could have sworn he heard Blade say something strange. It sounded rather foreign, but for now he just dismissed it as mishearing what the man said.
"Yeah. If he is really mad now, hopefully it'll be something that can be fixed up before he grows much older," he muttered before heading towards the infirmary.
It didn't take them too long to reach the place, and soon enough the black dragon spotted the wounded one not too far off.
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"Urgh...." groaned the white haired man as he started to come around. His head throbbed quite a bit, and it took him several moments to get a feel of where he was and what was happening.
Once his mind cleared up, he realized he was being tended to. The area around him seemed familiar, which made him think that for a moment everything that happened earlier was all a bad dream and he had just fallen and bumped his head or something along those lines. However, he soon saw that he was surrounded by several knights and guards, and that he was shackled. The latter part of that was a greater concern to him.
Glaring at the men around him, he tried to called out to Astalder once more to no avail. He didn't see the dragon anywhere nearby, so he wasn't even sure if he was within the same vicinity at all. Then, gritting his teeth, he attempted to kick the nearest guard so that he might try to escape.
He absolutely hated being in captivity with a passion.
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Posted: Tue Apr 13, 2010 11:45 am
Fam's first source of information was going to have to be the knights. Though the Order sometimes wasn't as cooperative with the Stewards as she would want, ultimately the Steward organization had seniority and therefore, the Knights were bound to answer to them. Of course, being a flightless adolescent, Fam's position as a Steward was sometimes ignored.
'Not this time, not if I have to face off with Master Lierce himself,' she told herself.
As luck would have it, she caught the scent of a Knight and managed to intercept him on his way to the ward.
"Padar!" she cried happily, "Good to see you! The elder tells me you were out searching for the white-haired stranger - did you... oh..."
She tilted her head in confusion.
"Sir," Fam said respectfully, "What happened to your face?"
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Blade-not-Blade made a noise that could have been agreement.
"His father is dying," he said as they entered the ward, dropping his voice a bit, "That could have a lot to do with it."
While Astalder was looking for Rushia, Blade ducked into the cave holding the dying fallen. The dragon raised his head as the human entered and Blade knelt before him. There wasn't any light in the small area but there seemed to be a glow surrounding Blade's wrists.
"It is all as I suspected," Blade said softly, unwinding what appeared to be a piece of string from seemingly nowhere, "You could have been... so much more. But that time has passed and your time on this mortal coil has to end."
He held the string with both hands and with a sharp gesture, snapped it in two. The fallen's eyes closed and sighed, and did not breath in again. Blade hurried to his feet and slipped back out into the main room, narrowing his eyes to see if Astalder had seen him leave for a moment.
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"Lahmear's fire!" swore the human squire the kick was aimed at, leaping back out of the way, "What sort of bobcat did you bring in, Lucien?"
A sharp glance of disapproval from Hammand and the squire went back and knelt on 'Blade's' legs. Someone else got a knee across the neck, enough pressure to hold him still while one of the Order's healers unwrapped the temporary bandage around his arm. They were inside Gen'yiel, in the portion the Knights reserved for their use, specifically in their own infirmary - much smaller than Gen'yiel proper and not equipped to do more than basic healing.
"So what did you bring in?" the healer asked as he worked, cleaning the wound, "Eeh. This is going to need stitches."
"Hostile mage," Hammand replied with a shrug, "Pretty damn powerful. Get him fixed up so he won't bleed out and put a guard on him."
The knight glanced at Lucien and gestured for him to follow, stepping a few paces away from the injured man.
"Pretty powerful," Hammand said in a low voice as he walked, "Except your bobcat didn't use magic to defend himself. That's really odd, don't you think, Lucien?"
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Kiddo Seanchain Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Apr 13, 2010 2:43 pm
Once he spotted the wounded dragon, Astalder began to approach. He glanced away for the moment to see if Blade was coming, finding him coming out of one of the tunnels.
"Where did you go?" he asked. The black dragon never actually saw the Fallen or knew which area he was being kept so he didn't realize that's where the man just came from.
Turning his attention back to the wounded dragon, he noted that a good deal of the membrane had been replaced. They looked rather frail still, but it was better than nothing he supposed.
"How are your wings now?"
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Before he could get up and bolt off, the knights began to pin him back down. The 'bobcat' as one of the squires had referred him as gritted his teeth and let out somewhat of a strangled cough as one of the others placed their knee across his neck. He tried to flail away, but he didn't get too far with that. At least he settled down somewhat as the wound was being cleaned. No sense in struggling against that he supposed, but it didn't change the fact that he was frustrated and uncomfortable with what was going on here.
More like an agitated thief who's been stuffed into the body of a hostile mage... he thought bitterly after hearing Hammand speak. Not that any of them could know. However, he was confused as to why he wasn't able to call onto any magic earlier, or contact Astalder for that matter. Being in a different body shouldn't affect his bond with the dragon after all. To an extent he was still able to feel Astalder there, just distance.
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Posted: Tue Apr 13, 2010 3:17 pm
"Nothing those of the ward cannot patch, young Fam," Padar answered encouragingly, though indirectly to the ever exuberant Steward of the hills. "Speaking of the elder, is he still in? I wish to speak with him if he has a moment."
He most certainly had to speak to the elder at some point. He should be told of the 'white-haired stranger' that was found and find out about those that were seeing him in their dreams. Maybe there was more learned here while he was gone outside Gen'yiel that would help unravel the confusion he and his bound shared on the matter. He might get another reprimand about questioning it all, but bound he was and bound with Lucien he hoped to remain.
And also, he didn't want to be the label for another disease.
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Lucien refrained from answering the struggling squire, watching the men work with an ill unease he could not bury since the man had first been taken down. He only watched quietly, observing. It was only when Master Hammond motioned for him to follow that he picked up his helmet before leaving the room to match paces with the Head Knight.
"More than unusual," he confided just as quietly. "The fight should not have ended as far in my favor if the winds were truly his doing. And even yet, it concerns me more that the man overheard Padar speak with the other dragons we traveled with. If someone found a way to train that ability into those with magic potential..."
Lucien shook his head. Gods forbid that this was someone from Yvette's Keep or even Shavelle. Neither of them needed that ability on a mass scale in his opinion. There were enough problems already and both areas had larger numbers than their were Knights in their ranks.
"Both that and his level of magic combined is not good," Lucien continued his thoughts. "But he doesn't strike me a common mage. This far out, alone, carrying himself as if he was well traveled? None of it makes any sense."
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Posted: Tue Apr 13, 2010 8:09 pm
-Surprised that someone came to visit other then Fam she smiled.-
"Honestly I haven't looked at them yet, I am told not to move or I could still damage them, and sitting in one spot is makeing me restless but I do want them to heal properly."
-she looked at the familar two that she hasn't exchanged names with yet.-
"What brings you two here, you don't really strike me as the social type?"
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Posted: Tue Apr 13, 2010 8:40 pm
"The elder is resting," Fam told Padar, "Healing the dragon with the broken wings was really hard on both him and his Bound so they're sleeping it off. I can see if he's up to seeing you though. I'm sure he'd want to hear what you have to say... or you could tell me and I'll relay it to him as soon as he's awake!"
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"There we go," the healer said as 'bobcat' calmed down, "A few more stitches... and done. Now, don't be trying anything or that'll rip open and you'll bleed to death. I swear by the gods if that happens I'll get you chained to a wall or something."
The attending knights hauled him to his feet and started guiding him out of the infirmary and down some halls that grew steadily larger and more intricate. There was an open area up ahead, lit like it was daylight. Banners covered the walls with the heraldry of the knights. Even the dragons inside seemed small in contrast to the vast open space and the vaulted ceiling. Various relics of the Order were displayed along the walls of the hall. At the very back, standing in front of the largest of the banners, was an orangish-brown dragon in armor that had been crafted a long time ago. Master Lierce.
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In another part of the Knight's area Hammand listened intently to Lucien's assessment.
"This is... not good," he finally said, "Something just isn't adding up here though. We don't see too many mages of the caliber we're assuming in the Borderlands, much less around Gen'yiel. And anyone with half a brain would think twice before attacking a Knight. You searched him, right? Did he have anything on him... like a holy symbol? The only thing I can think of is perhaps he's a devotee of one of the minor gods."
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Kiddo Seanchain Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Apr 13, 2010 9:34 pm
The 'bobcat' glowered at the knights as he was ushered out of the infirmary. The place he was taken to was one he had never been to inside of Gen'yiel, and quite frankly he was rather surprised with the vastness of the area. He never knew there was an area as big as this in the circle.
With a huff, he just observed everything around him while trying to think of how he might get out of this situation. For now, there really weren't any opportunities for him to break away.
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"We just got back from helping one of the Knights investigate the deal with the Fallen dragon. Blade here wanted to check up on you," replied Astalder. He couldn't help but feel a little bad for the wounded dragon, being unable to move more or less. Something like that would probably drive his bound crazy for an extended time.
"But hopefully your wings will heal up soon enough."
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Posted: Tue Apr 13, 2010 9:53 pm
-She looked over at Blade-
"That was kind of you, even though your kind is responsible for this. but then your not all a like."
"Almost like us."
-she then clawed the dirt and closed her eyes as she felt an itch-
"I hope they will be strong. Even if what I saw was just a dream about the white hair man."
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Posted: Wed Apr 14, 2010 7:05 am
Lapis came to a rather hurried landing outside Gen’Yiel. She had taken a fairly bad wound to her belly while hunting, and while she knew the wound itself was not likely to be fatal, she feared that any infection could become serious at such a depth. Entering the mountain, she hurried toward the infirmary.
Thanos continued his grief-stricken dash through the halls of the mountain, periodically muttering, “I have failed…I am worthless.” Some small part of him knew that the last part wasn’t true, but he ignored it in his pain. The dragonet didn’t notice that he was on a collision course with the leg of an older dragon until it was too late. “Ouch!” he yelped, slamming headfirst into the other’s front leg.
“Watch where you’re going!” Lapis scolded, looking down at the small dragon who had crashed into her. As she looked at him, however, she sensed that the young one was overcome by grief. Mentally, she addressed her Bound. <<I don’t know why, but this young one is very upset>>, she said. <<Kiara, you find out what’s wrong, while I head to the infirmary to get my wound cared for.>>
With a nod at her draconic companion, Kiara floated down, wielding Lapis’ magic for a nearly effortless landing. She watched as her friend hurried onward, then turned her attention to the dragonet, wrinkling her nose at first upon seeing his small Fallen wings. Nevertheless, the young one was upset, and surely he deserved to have someone hear him out. “What’s wrong?” she inquired softly.
“I’ve failed!” Thanos burst out, his grief flowing over onto his tongue. “Everyone thinks I’m insane…you will too, before too long. But I know what I saw…or at least, I think I do…that man, he switched bodies with my human friend, his dragon doesn’t know about this, couldn’t sense it…what if I’m wrong, what if I am crazy?” Going around the human, Thanos bolted off, still fearing the label of “insane”.
Kiara frowned. At first, the dragonet’s words did sound rather…out there, but her lifelong gift of spirit magic convinced her that there might be some truth to his story. She hurried off in the direction the dragonet had come from, and found herself in the infirmary. Spying a black dragon and a human, apparently visiting one of the infirmary’s patients, she somehow knew right away that this was the pair the dragonet had spoken of – something was off about the human, and his bond with the dragon. Deciding to try and speak up for the little one, in the hopes of clearing his name, she walked over to the two. “Pardon me,” she said softly. “I ran into a little dragonet in the hall, and he told me he thought … something strange had been done to your Bound. While I’m not totally sure if he’s right, there is something quite a bit … off, about your human,” she addressed the black dragon.
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Posted: Wed Apr 14, 2010 8:26 am
"That's for certain," replied Astalder with a nod. However, when the mention of the white haired man came up, he paused and tilted his head. Why would she dream about that guy of all people? Was he the one that had destroyed her wings in the first place?
"You dreamed of the white haired man? He wasn't the one that did that to your wings was he?" he asked, "If that's the case I don't think you'll have to worry about him much more..."
His attention was taken off of the injured dragon when a human had come up to them to speak. It was about Thanos apparently. The young Fallen must be blabbing about the events earlier or something along those lines. With a sigh, he looked over at 'Blade' momentarily before looking back at the other human.
"Look, I don't know what's with this story that's floating around with Thanos or what his problem is with my bound," he started while shaking his head, "The kid claims that Blade here has been swapped out by another human. No human has that sort of power."
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