[Yael PRP] Knights to the rescue [Fallon/Jolanta] - FIN

[Heras Box]

Orpheus Solon

(( Fallon has been missing from the sanctum for over a week and Jolanta was asked to search for her in the last place she was supposed to be. <3 ))

A violent shiver racked her body and caused her to wince. Fallon was awake again and feeling the pain of the arrow still in her shoulder. She'd tried to take it out but only managed to twist it and cause more damage. More than likely it would need to be pushed all the way through or cut out. Both would hurt and she wasn't able to do either. Days had passed since she had gotten shot so the blood was dried but it also meant there was an infection setting in and she was plagued with a fever.

Her teeth chattering together made her curl her legs up farther so that they were completely covered with the skirts of her dress. The rest of her felt cold from loss of blood but she couldn't do anything about that. Fallon was tired. All this time she thought she was going in the right direction, which she was, but she hadn't made it back to the sanctum yet.

She shifted her position so that she was leaning against the tree in a more comfortable way. Her head lulled to the side then forward, jerking her more awake for a small moment. The young priestess gave a groan then closed her eyes more slowly trying to go back to sleep.  

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Jolanta wasn't the sort to voice his feelings to a lot of people, especially not those of the Sanctum as he was their servant and not their better, but at the moment he had to admit he was a bit miffed. He'd been around so that wasn't even an excuse for the fact that he hadn't been warned a lot earlier then he had that Priestess Fallon was missing. Sure, there were a fair number of people in the Sanctum to keep track of but when a Priestess went missing for not an hour or so but for days... Well, he felt that he should have been told and sent out a lot earlier then he had. A thought that he kept to himself though the displeased and severe look on his face might have given them a clue.

After he'd been given the task of going out of find her he was quick to fetch his sword before he was on the hunt for the missing Priestess. He would head for where she was supposed to go and start from there, seeing if he could pick up some clues as to her whereabouts, where she was last seen, and what direction she'd gone off in. She had to be out there somewhere and he feared for where exactly that might be given her track record. The time that he'd spent with her had shown him that either his curse had rubbed off on her or she was a terrible klutz herself. Either way that meant that she could have ended up lost, fallen down a ravine, chased up a tree by a wild beast, or something else just as ill fated.

He had to find her, bring her home, and see to it that from now on that the Priests and Priestesses that went out traveling started to take escorts. Even if it wasn't him he wouldn't even mind! So long as someone went with them that would be a weight off his mind.  

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Orpheus Solon

Her attempt to go back to sleep was thwarted by the throbbing in her shoulder. So she lifted her head and opened her eyes to stare at the underside of the tree top canopy. Her lips were dried and cracked and her stomach let out an awful sounding growl reminding her that she needed to find something to eat. Fallon was grateful for her knowledge of plants then. It had allowed her to stave off hunger for the past couple of days.

She was trying to think of where she was. Fallon knew that her home village had only been two days away so how had she managed to get so turned around? Granted she had run in the wrong direction from the start but she thought she had corrected that. It was just too bad she didn't know or realize that she was only a days walk away from Pajore.

Her eyes closed again and she reached a trembling hand up to the arrow in her shoulder. Fallon wanted to try one more time to get it out. Sadly when she touched it, it moved, and the soreness made her entire body go rigid. Instantly her hand let go and she stayed in that position for a moment breathing heavily until the ache dulled down. It seemed she would be stuck with the thing for a while longer.  

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Jolanta search continued for some time, with him finding and following trails that might bring him to the one that he was looking for. Many of them ended up being dead ends though or turned out to be paths that lead him to a beast, not a Priestess, which was just as bad as those dead ends. He was worried for the Priestess, wanted to find her and get her home, but such things didn't show on his face. Instead he merely continued to walk along, looking around for any sorts of signs that she'd come through when he spotted something that instantly put him on edge... spots of blood. Taking one knee he inspected a leaf that had a couple drops of blood on it that looked... old. It was dry, no longer tacky, and for once his serious face slipped to show a bit of fear.

There were many dangers in these woods. There were beasts that could have gone after her but those aside there were also the outcast Alkidike and their strangely colored offspring as well as mainlander invaders. It was something that caused him to surge to his feet, moving forward as he lifted one to his adjust his glasses before he called out, "Priestess! Priestess Fallon! Can you hear me?" He walked forward a distance before repeating the call, his need to find her growing now that he'd found the blood, worried that he might have been sent out too late to do anything more then to bring her remains home.  

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Orpheus Solon

Her ears didn't hear the first call or even the beginning of the second. What she heard, or thought she heard, was a deep voice calling her name softly. With her fever in full effect she turned her head to try and listen. "Lurin?" Fallon called weakly. Something in her thought it was her god speaking to her. Did that mean the arrow had finally managed to drain her?


Fallon moved and did her best to get up. "I'm here." She coughed out. Doing everything that she could the young priestess managed to get up on shaky legs, though her balance was horrible. Placing her good hand against the tree she tried to locate where Lurin's voice was coming from. With such a dry throat she wouldn't be able to call out very loudly. "I'm here! Her attempts to be louder resulted in a cracked squeak and a coughing fit that jarred her shoulder and brought enough pain that she sank back down to the ground.  

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Jolanta paused, cocking his head to one side, his ear giving a little twitch as he heard a faint voice calling out. It was hard to hear and he wasn't quite sure where it was coming from... but the second call was louder and he was instantly racing in that direction, "Priestess? I'm coming!" He called out, wanting her to know that he was on his way. She just had to hold tight and he would be able to get to her, to help her, and he couldn't help but to thank the God and Goddess for allowing him to find her.

Upon spotting her Fallon he quickened his pace that much more, rushing forward, and then slid to a stop in front of her, falling down to one knee, "Priestess Fallon?" He murmured, giving her a once over before his eyes came to rest on the arrow in her shoulder, his eyes widening. The worst it would seem had come to pass, someone had attacked a Priestess, shot her with an arrow, and left her to die... a sight that made his heart clench with anger and sadness, "Priestess... don't worry, I am here now and I will get you back to the Sanctum, I assure you."

Digging into his pack he got out his water skin, uncorking it, before he held it to her lips, "Here, drink. You look as though you need it."  

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Orpheus Solon

"Lurin." She said as Jolanta appeared before her. A small smile fit neatly on her cracked lips. "You are here." Her fever was clouding her mind. She saw her God rather than her knight. So Fallon reached out a hand, using her good arm, and went to touch his cheek. "So perfect."

The presence of something at her lips made her take her hand away from his face and go to his hand instead. The priestess had meant to grab the skin that held the water but it didn't matter to her. She tilted his hand and her head at the same time to get the water that she craved. Her first sip was good but her second was a failure. Too much water pooled and she flinched causing herself to choke and eventually cough. Fallon pulled her head away and turned so that she could expel what had gone down the wrong pipe.

Again her body felt the pain. "Ahh, take the pain away, Lurin. Please." Even with the water to soothe her dry throat her voice was hoarse.  

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Lurin? To be called by a God's name was something that made Jolanta extremely uncomfortable, as though taking his place, even if by accident, might incur the displeasure of the deity. Given that he was a the 'Light' though he would pray that Lurin would understand that the poor Priestess was out of it due to her fever. She meant no harm by her words so everything should he alright he told himself. As she laid a hand against his cheek, declaring him to be 'perfect' he had to wonder exactly what her fevered mind was seeing at the moment. No matter, if it made her more at ease then he would allow this for now.

Jolanta watched as she tried to drink from the offered water skin, seeming to only be able to get a single sip down before she started to cough. The fever was messing with more then just her mind, it seemed to cause her motor skills to be a bit of a mess as well. He really did need to get her back to the Sanctum, as quickly as possible, so that they could see her tended to. Here was to hoping that not all of the doctors would be tied up with that invader that the Sanctum had taken in for unknown reasons when someone far more important would need all their attention.

As she asked him to 'take the pain away' Jolanta did so that very, very rare for him, he gave her a smile and said in a soothing voice, "Soon. You need only endure a little while longer and we will have you feeling better, Priestess Fallon." If she thought they were the words of Lurin, all the better he thought to himself as he moved to gather the woman up into his arms, picking up up as carefully as he could, minding her shoulder. Jostling it too much would cause more pain, meaning the trip back might be slower then he cared for. Still, the moment that he saw anyone from Pajore he'd send them ahead to the Sanctum so that those within would know what to expect when he arrived with the Priestess. As he went he couldn't help but find it a tad strange that he'd carried around two priestesses in as many days. A thought he mentally waved aside so that he could instead focus on the situation at hand.  

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Orpheus Solon

Endure the pain for a bit longer? Fallon wanted to cry. "I'm sorry I kept the pearls. I know you are angry with me." When he picked her up she let out a cry. Her shoulder had moved. "Let me keep them! Please! I will never tell Jola how I feel if you let me keep the pearls." Fallon had been feeling guilty about her selfishness and her fever was making her think Lurin was punishing her for it. Her hand went to the string of pearls at her neck and held onto them.

Another jolt of pain and she whimpered, but her mind found a small bit of clarity. The sanctum. He'd mentioned taking her there. So she shook her head. Fallon knew that some doctors were busy there. "Tacrith. Take me to him." She turned her head to try and look around. All she saw were trees. Why did she see so many trees? "Land of the forgotten...?" She whispered. Was Dafiel going to be the one to judge her? She held onto the pearls a bit tighter.  

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"Pearls?" He asked as he walked along with Fallon in his arms, heading slowly and carefully back toward Pajore. She pleaded with him to let her keep the pearls, saying that she would 'never tell Jola how she felt if she could keep them'. It was one of those comments that caused Jolanta to fall silent for a long moment before he finally said, "You should keep them, Priestess, they suit you." While he wasn't sure exactly what she felt he knew that it wasn't going to be anything that he could accept if it was anything passed friendship. She was an important member of the Sanctum while he was a mere servant. It might be best for her to keep the feelings to herself so that she could remain protected from any strange rumors.

At the mention of one called 'Tacrith' he said, "I will see to it that he is summoned if you need him." He said, not quite certain who that was but if a Priestess knew his name then surely others in the Sanctum would know of him as well, right? That's what he hoped at least.

Jolanta fell quiet as he walked along, down the path that would take them home. He glanced down at her as she mentioned the 'Land of the Forgotten' and he gave a shake of his head, "No, just the forests of Yael, Priestess. Nothing that you should worry about. Just take deep, even breaths, and we will be back in the Sanctum in no time."  

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Orpheus Solon

She could keep them? Fallon seemed to relax at that though her grip on the necklace didn't let up. She shivered again as her fever made her warmer than the air around her but she didn't seek Jolanta's body heat. Instead she closed her eyes. "Tac.. in Pajore. Take me to his.." Before she was able to finish her sentences she was lulled to sleep by the motion of being carried. Since she was exhausted her body lost all tenseness and eventually her hand let go of her necklace, the pearls that Jol had picked up in his trip back to the beach, then fell to dangle at her side.

Her body still hurt and it wanted more water but she was in no condition to drink on her own without coughing. The infection in her shoulder was slowly poisoning her. An infection that would send a rancid smell up to Jolanta's nose as he carried her. The arrow needed to come out and soon.  

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"Tacrith in Pajore, don't worry, Priestess. I will get you to whoever that may be." While he didn't know the name he knew that others would meaning that he just had to find the person was all. So long as the person could help he would see to it that she was brought to him for his aid. As she seemed to slip out of consciousness, her body going limp, Jolanta felt a moment of panic, "Priestess?!" Oh no, was he going too slow? Was he too late? Had she...?

Lifting her up a bit higher he dared to rest his ear against her chest, listening for her heart beat. It didn't sound as it should, seeming as though it were weak... and then there was the scent that came from her wound. It was a sickening sweet scent that spoke of her being ill. Infections tended to be even more dangerous then the wounds themselves, meaning that they might be running out of time. It was in this moment he found himself torn. He could give pause, remove the arrow, rinse the wound, and wrap it which might help to buy her time... or he could rush back to Pajore and hope that Tacrith would be able to cleanse her of the infection.

Could he chance that though? He didn't even know Tacrith, he could just be a childhood friend or something. What if he wasn't a doctor? What if he had no healing powers at all? It might be a wasted trip altogether. So he should help her then? It wasn't something that he wanted to do but it might be something that he had to do.

Gritting his teeth he took a knee, easing the unconscious Priestess down. This might be the best time to take care of the arrow because she was out. There wouldn't be as much resistance after all. After glancing from side to side, and offering up a pray to Lurin and Dafiel, he set to work. First off he had to tear away the clothing she was wearing from her arm. A quick inspection of the wound allowed him to figure out its placement. It went all the way through at least. It sounded back but that was actually a good thing. "I am so sorry." He murmured, certain that what he was about to do was going to hurt like nothing else as he reached up, snapping off the front of the arrow before he pulled it free as swiftly as he could...  

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Orpheus Solon

She was so blissfully unaware of everything. Fallon was finally resting again. That was until her body felt a small jolt. Had she heard something ripping? No. There was no way she was going to wake up again. Not now. Lurin was taking her home and she didn't want to be bothered. But then she heard something, some words. Fallon slowly surfaced from the darkness but the movement of the arrow caused her chest to seize up. When the front was snapped off and the arrow pulled out her lungs filled instantly with cold terror that was unleashed in an ear splitting scream. Her pain and confusion was clearly heard in the wail. Why was Lurin hurting her!?

The wound started to bleed and leak pus from the infection as she trembled and curled up. Her good hand trying to pull at the ground and drag herself away from Jolanta. It couldn't be Lurin that had her now. Was it Dafiel? Was she angry? Whimpers mixed in with hoarse cries soon formed words. "I'm sorry, Dafiel. I'm sorry." Fallon continued to try and get away but her other arm was useless and she had no actual fight left in her. "I love him and I'm sorry.." Her head shook in jerking motions. Even her legs didn't seem to want to work.  

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Giving a bit of a wince at the sight of the infection showing itself Jolanta found that he was actually... glad that he'd done it. While he felt awful given the sound that the Priestess made, a scream that left his ears wringing, the fact that the poison was leaking from the wound meant that much less was being held inside her body. It would give her more time! Here was to hoping that maybe one day she would forgive him though. His job was to do basically the opposite of what he was presently doing. He was supposed to help those of the Sanctum, to protect them, he didn't want to cause her pain... but that seemed to be what he had to do to help her. It was something he hated himself for.

"There is no need to apologize. I need to tend to the wound or you might not make it back to Tacrith." As she mentioned 'loving him' and that she was 'sorry' about it he found himself wondering if that was it. Was Priestess Fallon wanting to go to Tacrith because that was her lover? Did Priests and Priestesses have lovers? Was the one called Tacrith even worthy of her? Questions that really weren't up to him to ask. Those sorts of things were up to those in charge at the Sanctum to ask. Hopefully they were more thorough with that sort of thing then they were with rescuing missing Priestesses he thought to himself as he reached out to Fallon, daring to rest a hand on her good shoulder.

"I need to rinse your wound. After that I will bind it and we will continue on our journey to Pajore and to Tacrith, as you requested. I need to see the wound so I can do so though, Priestess Fallon."  

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Orpheus Solon

She shivered again and looked at Jolanta with a pleading look. For some reason though it was easy to tell that she didn't see him. Fallon whimpered and tried to move away from him again. "I'll keep my promise, please. I'll never tell Jola I love him. Just make the pain stop." Her chin quivered as she was close to shedding terrified tears.

The hand that touched her shoulder gave her a start and she gasped, bringing her hand up shakily to grab at his wrist. At first she wanted to take it away but he'd mentioned Tacrith and she calmed some, swallowing hard so that she could nod to him. "Okay. Okay.. Tacrith is a doctor and can help." Yes. That was her goal. To get to her friend that was a doctor. Fallon had to focus on that. At least she was no longer trying to get away from Jolanta. Her fever had her sweating and shivering all at once so she seemed more focused on that than anything.