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Tanyeera groaned as a familiar voice interrupted her first deep meditation in months.

"Oh Tanyeera dear, could you just come up here a moment? I've got a teensy-weensy little problem..."

Sighing mournfully, she enforced the wards around Darkness and left her body behind as she ascended into heaven.

A familiar face awaited her. "Hello, Tany dear."

"Hello Bellaream." she sighed. "Weren't you asleep?"

"Oh yes, I was sweetie, but then this faithful follower of mine..."

After a few hours of listening to her talk incessantly and never quite get to the point, Tanyeera decided to just cut to the heart of the matter herself.

"So, basically, you want me to go along with these cursed ones of yours to help them in your name so you can look good."

Bellaream was looking a little uncomfortable. "Err, well... you are quite competent. And the journey will be greatly eased with your help. Furthermore, it may be my power will help you get rid of your Darkness."

Tanyeera just gave Bellaream a skeptical look. "And you're hoping that forever after that, people are going to be awed by the wondrous power of Bellaream's Servant and thus assume that you're a mighty goddess. This is despite the fact I'm the spare hero all the gods call on when there's trouble in their world and no other hero around to save it."

"But you've got heroes in that world, this bunch of cursed people that have gathered in your name. Why should I go along with it? The Rules enabling you to force me to do your bidding include that I'm only supposed to be called on when a world is in danger and there's no hero around to save it."

"Actually," Bellaream corrected. "the Rules say we can also call on you if our existences are in danger. Mine is. If I go back to sleep, I might not wake up again and isn't that the immortal equivalent of dying? I need this mission to succeed."

Tanyeera looked at Bellaream suspiciously. "Alright, who are you and what have you done with the real Bellaream? There's no way you could thinkt hat much sense by yourself."

Bellaream looked sheepish. "Err, I asked the god of wisdom for help and he told me to memorise that and tell it to you as soon as you brought up Rules. He seemed certain that you would."

Tanyeera ground her teeth together. Curse Apollo. "Fine. Then, by the Rules, I'll do as you command, milady Bellaream. I ask only one favor. Tell them that I'm coming, alright? They're not going to believe I'm your Heavenly Servant unless you tell them so yourself."

Bellaream's face broke into a sunny grin. "Of course! I'll defintely remember! But um...d'you remember the god of wisdom's name, by any chance? I promised I'd give him a present for helping me."

"Its Apo-" Tanyeera stopped and swiftly reconsidered her intended ending to that sentence. "Apoliatris."

"Thank you!" she said cheerfully. She whisked off in a blaze of light.

Tanyeera snickered as she watched her go. That would teach Apollo. She'd probably search for the imaginary god Apoliatris till the end of time and Apollo would never get his present.

There were perks to getting called on by gods on a regular basis.

Aranai bobbed her head in a sort of a nod. She agreed with Cerdik's choice to go back. Besides, she really felt silly in this blanket. The hole was wide enough, she shook her head and looped her long neck down, sliding out of the dark covering. If she had smiled, it would have been sheepish.

"Yes, I believe it should be."

Dang the walls, she wanted to fly, not bob about the ground like this. She tried to keep her strides as dignified as she could, and managed some sort of graceful flow, her tail trailing behind. Thankfully, she could hear people talking and followed the sound. As she rounded the corner, she relaxed a little more. Obviously Adencia was weakened and hurt... her transformation must have been serious. Aranai hung back for a moment, aware of the shifting light that glowed from her body to the wall. She seemed to have dimmed a little, which was odd. She had never noticed that before...

Cerdik strode alongside the Phoenix-form of Aranai quietly, his legs seeming to become more steady as they went. The explanation was plain to Cerdik, but he did not share it in thought or sound. Instead, he kept his thoughts on the others, contemplating how everyone was holding up. Most of his guesses were on the mark, and the others close. Garren was still inside Isarelle's mind as seemed to be their curse. One by day and another by night, just as was Aranai's curse. The only other man there (in the physical sense), Khnui, had fallen asleep, a small piece of metal falling from his hands.

Curiously, he crossed the room, although reluctant to leave his circle of warmth, and picked up the rod, inspecting it. After letting his hand and mind rove over it, he slipped it into one of Khnui's pockets carefully then stepped back to look at the others. Isarelle was faring well, but Adencia was in horrible shape, and had taken the time to explain why. Cerdik's ears had caught it all whilst he and Aranai had been returning to join the others.

He quietly wandered over now to Adencia. "Magicks, though weak in me they be, cannot be reduced from their finesse," he murmured, placing a hand on Adencia's shoulder. "Kurmus min trenta, sum hern trenta." There was no light nor was there any mystic wind, but Cerdik felt some of his energy leave him, and knew it had been properly given to Adencia. "Not the greatest of healings, but one to support your needs, no?"

After leaving Adencia with that rhetorical question, his focus came to the door which he had so startlingly knocked over. He squatted in front of it, and placed a hand on the edge. "Mirsen sum nenna rijin." The door creaked as it rose from the floor and placed itself within the large frame once again and the hinges rebolted themselves. As it did so, Cerdik gave an exasperated sigh and dropped onto his butt. "There. My debt's repaid, and deeds have been done with goodness at heart." He rolled onto his side, laying on the stone (or is it wooden?) floor, and closed his eyes. "I'm tired."

Gaian Username: fey_girl
Name: Caraeth Muireann
Age: 22
Curse: Caraeth’s curse is double-sided: while it grants her extensive healing powers, whenever she does use them, wounds manifest themselves on her. Caraeth is also protected from another, perhaps darker side of her curse that none, not even herself, know of.
Weapon(s): Caraeth can’t bear to see pain. She is completely incompetent with any form of fighting.
Appearance: While not ugly, Caraeth is average looking. She has brown hair and pale green eyes, a height of 5’4” and hovers near a weight of 125. She prefers to wear clothing that conceals her many scars, including gloves, wrappings and a cloak.
History: Caraeth does not remember her parents, nor indeed, any of her childhood. When she hit puberty, all memories prior were erased, and Caraeth awoke one morning to find herself… herself. She discovered her healing skills, and their drawback, when she was 16, and so travels the land curing diseases and regrowing limbs (an extremely difficult, and painful, if not impossible, task). The one thing that remains from her childhood is a small, violet tattoo/scar directly between her breasts, a crescent on its side, points coming together at her breastbone.
Strengths: Caraeth knows that her suffering is worth the pain she alleviates. For her, nothing is more rewarding than the gratitude of those she helps. As such, she has a great strength of will and an overwhelming need to do good. She is also extremely knowledgeable in non-magic healing.
Weaknesses: Caraeth is usually physically exhausted and ill herself. The healing she does causes real harm to herself, despite her attempts to ignore it. There is also a hidden, caged inner darkness that will eventually attempt to make itself known to Caraeth.
Quirks: Caraeth likes to hum to herself when working, which can sometimes be extremely annoying. She is also very shy when it comes to interacting that doesn’t have to do with her gift. Caraeth usually ignores her looks, partly due to the amount of scars her body holds. Favorite color is blue, doesn’t eat meat, carries at least two lemons or other citrus fruit with her at all times. Never been kissed.

((Well . . . what do you say, guys?))

((The only problem is that Blade and Chalice hasn't been on for a couple weeks and we won't know when she'll be back on. We won't rightfully know who she will allow to take over her characters and the RP. Right now we need to decide what the characters will do in the mean time. Any ideas?))

((Sounds good to me. Let's just say Blade and Chalice's character went to the town to get . . . provisions . . . ? Mabey. And, uh, won't be back for a while. So our characters are sitting in, uh , somewhere {don't really care where} getting to know eachother . . . ? Kind important that they know eachother, ain't it? How does that sound for now?))

(Well, that is easily solved. Belleream will just simply screw up again and give my character the vision. It will solve a double purpose. Your character will be able to come in and mine can wake up. Plus, my character's people have a belief system that is more or less based in celtic mythology. So he wouldn't disregard a vision in his sleep.)