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Post by cassiroll on Oct 18, 2015 21:05:18 GMT -6
"But, you can call me Nora." "Nora," Celty nodded at her and looked towards where other member's of their guild seemed to be, gesturing towards them with her chin. "Well, Nora. Let's regroup. And for the love of the gods, get off these aching feet." She started to trek towards them, hoping Gaynor would follow. She cuddled Oxy close to her chest as she walked, noticing the distant look in his eyes. "What is it, little one?" She whispered to him so Gaynor hopefully wouldn't hear. Oxy looked up at her with something that looked like betrayal in his eyes. If pained her greatly to see this. "Don't." Was all he could say. Celty's face turned pale, but she kept walking, "We'll talk about what happened later," she said. Oxy pushed against her and she was forced to stop, putting him down on the ground so he could walk a bit in front of her. He kicked a rock near by and pulled his blood stained cloak tightly around his shoulders. She didn't know what to say to him. She didn't know if he could forgive her. |
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Post by Miki Sayaka on Oct 18, 2015 21:21:10 GMT -6
"Rylan is need for a healer!" Rylan grew starry-eyed! A healer was exactly what he was looking for, and he immediately ran up to the young man. "Uh, hello! I'm Rylan! Might I ask your name? And if maybe you could help me with something?" Rylan was shaking with excitement, gripping the sharpened branch incredibly tight. Once he received a response from the young fire mage Rezza's gaze shot towards her. He soon found a man with, what could be described in fashion terms as, loud hair in his face, giving him no time to react. Rezza studied Rylan as he spoke, Rezza could see he was needed more than he thought. Leaning his staff on his right shoulder and placed his hand on his chest. "Well, Rylan, I do say that it is a pleasure. The name is Rezza Light, my companions once addressed me as Brother Light, and it would be my honor to help you." Rezza bowed slightly before looking back up to Rylan. He awaited what the man had to request. |
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Post by schribbit on Oct 18, 2015 21:23:35 GMT -6
"Then what is it like, missy?" Daryn teased a bit. She sat down next to Manasa at the stream. She barely noticed the discolored water.
"Come on, let me take care of that." She said, taking her pack off her shoulders for the first time in what seemed like ages. She took a few ripped cloths out along with a healing cream she had made a while back. The cream was contained in a small wooden box- one her mother used to use for her abandoned wedding ring. The cloth looked to be cut from the same material as Daryn's bandanna, though these pieces were long, torn, used and reused after being washed in any stream found on her journeys.
"I hope you don't mind the stains, but you're not gonna get much better than this."
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Post by MonkeyandMooseInc on Oct 18, 2015 21:25:13 GMT -6
Rylan smiled, almost menacingly. He was so extremely tickled at what he was about to do, as strange as it was.
"I'm so happy to hear that! Now, this maaaaaay sound a bit odd, but..."
Rylan stared down at the sharpened stick and turned towards them.
"I'm going to need the three of you to hold out your hands and let me take some of your blood!"
His creepy smile continued as he waited for Mimisko, Enoch and Rezza's response
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Post by not u on Oct 18, 2015 21:38:34 GMT -6
"I'm going to need the three of you to hold out your hands and let me take some of your blood!" His creepy smile continued as he waited for Mimisko, Enoch and Rezza's response The adrenaline immediately surged through the Enoch's exhausted body once again, and the glaive that had finally been at rest after the battle now pointed threateningly at Rylan's face. Enoch narrowed his eyes coldly, staring him down. "Start explaining yourself." |
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Post by MonkeyandMooseInc on Oct 18, 2015 21:44:18 GMT -6
Rylan's smile washed away from his face. After this whole battle, Enoch would think Rylan was against them? Rylan sighed out of annoyance.
"Look at this." Rylan motioned towards his arm. "You see this arm? Due to me over using my magic by redirecting meteors and the giant beam Fearos fired, I can no longer move my arm. However, since healing magic derives from Yakoshi, time magic derives from Archex and fire magic derives from Sandor, your blood could help FIX my arm, and partially my leg! So I am in dire need of your help! I can't move this arm whatsoever, and if I don't slow the ash's spread, this arm will become useless, and shortly there after, my leg."
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Post by Miki Sayaka on Oct 18, 2015 21:49:36 GMT -6
Rylan smiled, almost menacingly. He was so extremely tickled at what he was about to do, as strange as it was. "I'm so happy to hear that! Now, this maaaaaay sound a bit odd, but..." Rylan stared down at the sharpened stick and turned towards them. "I'm going to need the three of you to hold out your hands and let me take some of your blood!" His creepy smile continued as he waited for Mimisko, Enoch and Rezza's response Rylan's request hit Rezza rather bluntly. 'Taking...our blood?' The thought ran through his mind as a look of confusion swept over him, then quickly disappeared. He certainly was a little taken a back but it was not the strangest request he had received. Looking over at the large elf, who seemed ready to strike Rylan, while he too wanted an explanation it was not something he would get violent over. "You see this arm? Due to me over using my magic by redirecting meteors and the giant beam Fearos fired, I can no longer move my arm. However, since healing magic derives from Yakoshi, time magic derives from Archex and fire magic derives from Sandor, your blood could help FIX my arm, and partially my leg! So I am in dire need of your help! I can't move this arm whatsoever, and if I don't slow the ash's spread, this arm will become useless, and shortly there after, my leg." Rezza smirked and held out his left hand, that was explanation enough to him. "As I said, mister Rylan, it is my honor to help. It is not like Brother Light to turn down such an urgent request." |
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Post by funnybunnyjay on Oct 18, 2015 21:58:14 GMT -6
(( Jay, hope you dont mind weapon fixing as a part of the current objective)) ((I don't mind at all. That sounds like a great idea. I've updated the current objective. The current objective now has a list of suggestions for things that you all can do before the next battle begins. The list in the current objective, for those who don't feel like scrolling back to that post, provides the following suggestions: - Make your character interact with someone they haven't talked to before
- Start a campfire and have a feast
- Have Rezza heal your character's injuries
- Have Nicolas fix or upgrade your character's weapons
- Grieve the death of Urzul/Build a memorial for her
- Have your characters talk about the battle that just ended
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Post by not u on Oct 18, 2015 21:58:57 GMT -6
Enoch sighed and relaxed, putting his glaive back down, still a bit jittery. He shook his trembling hand a few times, as if to wick away the adrenaline, sighing. "You could've started with that explanation, you know." Instead of being dodgy.
Rylan certainly wasn't lying. His limbs were slowly being overtaken by a strange grey substance. Enoch still didn't have any understanding of this man's powers or their consequences but after such an extraordinary display in battle, he found himself believing the man's words. The elf sighed and frowned, hesitating before reluctantly holding his hand out towards the other priest.
"Make it quick."
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Post by MonkeyandMooseInc on Oct 18, 2015 22:00:02 GMT -6
((Give Blood to Rylan for the ultimate sacrifice))
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Post by MonkeyandMooseInc on Oct 18, 2015 22:02:57 GMT -6
Rylan smiled at Enoch, this time, heart-warmingly rather than unsettlingly. He took the stick and jabbed it quickly into Rezza's hand and Enoch's hand. He turned toward Mimsko, waiting for her response.
"Mimisko, it would truly help me if you would be so kind as to let me use some of your blood as well."
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Post by titee on Oct 18, 2015 22:04:13 GMT -6
"No those will work fine... thank you." Manasa replied as Daryn pulled out a set of worn bandages. She rather reluctantly lifted her feet out of the water, letting them hover above its surface as the scorching pain returned.
"It's a consequence of my actions," Manasa said, looking at her wounded feet as blood began to trickle down her ankles. "My dances back there were..."
Shameful. Disgusting. Disgraceful. Immoral. Depraved.
"Not good enough."
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Post by Miki Sayaka on Oct 18, 2015 22:19:51 GMT -6
A mere prick, and that was all. Bringing his right hand to his face, Rezza whispered a short chant as he curled down all but his index and middle finger. Once the chant was complete he brought his fingers to the minor wound on his left hand and held them over it for a few seconds. Once he removed them his hand was good as new. Rezza turned toward the elf, noticing that he looked rather battered. Pulling on his green attire, Rezza hoped to get the elf's attention.  "Excuse me..large sir. The name is Rezza Light, once known as Brother Light. I could not help but notice you have some wounds that perhaps you would like help with." Rezza continued to speak, whether he had the elf's attention or not did not seem to matter much to him. "I specialize in healing and could, of course, be of service." |
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Post by schribbit on Oct 18, 2015 22:20:26 GMT -6
"From the looks of things, I'd say you worked hard to make sure they came through." She dipped her hand into the ointment. The wounds had been cleaned when Manasa dipped them in the water, so there was no need for Daryn to do so. She noticed the woman's blood was an odd golden color, but didn't think much of it. It wasn't her business what kind of blood another race had, and Manasa surely didn't look human.
Gingerly, she took hold of Manasa's right foot and began to apply the salve where her injuries looked the worst. It wasn't long until Daryn felt a burning sensation in the fingers of her left hand. It quickly got worse.
"Gah, damn!" Daryn shouted, releasing Manasa and quickly submerging her hand in the stream. The previous poison had since drifted away with the current, allowing Daryn's hand safe cleaning. She took her hand out of the water to see small blisters reddening her fingers. It burned and itched.
"What the hell was that?! You should have told me if you were poisoned!"
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Post by not u on Oct 18, 2015 22:41:46 GMT -6
Enoch flinched as Rylan quickly jabbed his hand with the sharpened stick, inhaling sharply and releasing that breath once the initial pain subsided. He examined his hand before sighīng and pressing his sleeve against the small wound. That wasn't too bad at least. His attention shifted downwards as he suddenly felt someone tug at his cloak.
Enoch raised an eyebrow as the small man introduced himself, almost sighing in relief as he mentioned his capabilities as a healer. Thank Archex. "It's nice to meet you Rezza. I would certainly appreciate your help." He knelt down a bit, showing the healer the fresh gashes he'd received across the chest and face, the deepest one in his chest still trickling a small amount of blood. "These are the main concern."
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