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Post by Allie on Oct 20, 2015 17:48:18 GMT -6
"OH! I forgot to ask. What are you names?" "Osseus," He responded through fits of laughter, which only got worse as he finally got a glimpse of the two racing on the remains of shell fearen. Seeing the other three join in on the fun, he decided to join in on the fun. "GO! GO! GO!" Osseus shouted, cheering the both of them on when he noticed Altheron's pang of pain during his cheers. He caught the man in his arms and held him upright, giving him his other canteen and some food to eat. "Hey, are you all right?" He asked, hoping the crazy man would be all right. |
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Post by schribbit on Oct 20, 2015 17:56:02 GMT -6
Enoch howled with laughter, nearly doubling over, as if this was the funniest thing he'd ever seen in his life. The tension, the stress, the exhaustion, and now this surprise that had twisted up inside his gut, all manifested at once as laughter and tears. He continued to walk over, his body still quaking with surpressed chuckles, and unrelenting tears streaming down his face, unable to form any kind of questioning words with his mouth. That would take too much coordination that he simply did not care to possess at the moment. He shouted at Daryn "Damn it this is so tiring because my shell sucks! You took the good shell! Give me your shell you piece of shit! This isn't fair!" Kama took off his cape, leaned towards Daryn, and started whipping Daryn with his cape in an attempt to get her to fall off. Enoch saw the whole thing unfold, as he witnessed a once legendary hero acting like some little child fighting over a toy. "The hell, you think this is some kind of game?" Daryn shouted at Kama. "How the heck did you hollow yours out so fast anyway?!" There was laughter in the distance. She stopped rowing. "Of course, of god-damned COURSE!" She shouted, "Stop ogling, stop competing, just let me get to the campfire in peace! Either that, or actually help me out? That would be nice!" |
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Post by ChibiGissy on Oct 20, 2015 17:59:26 GMT -6
"It's nice to meet you two."
Then she noticed Karma riding Fearen shells. She could help but laugh. She hadn't laugh in a long time so it was sweet relief. Until..
Mimisko got worried
"Ah! Are you okay, Altheron?"
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Post by not u on Oct 20, 2015 18:02:23 GMT -6
"Of course, of god-damned COURSE!" She shouted, "Stop ogling, stop competing, just let me get to the campfire in peace! Either that, or actually help me out? That would be nice!" Enoch continued to restrain his laughter, coughing a bit before digging his staff into the ground behind her. Leaning forward and using it for leverage, he started to push her shell forward as he walked towards the campfire. He tried to catch his breath and compose himself, finding himself chuckling again. "I think this is a fair handicap against a legendary hero."  |
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Post by LadyAurablade on Oct 20, 2015 18:06:18 GMT -6
"Ah! Are you okay, Altheron?" The shaman shook his head. He caught the man in his arms and held him upright, giving him his other canteen and some food to eat. "Hey, are you all right?" He asked, hoping the crazy man would be all right. Altheron smiled again to thank Osseus for holding him up. He took the canteen from the boy's hands and tried his best to drink. He knew he had to eat something eventually, he didn't quite feel strong enough to be able to swallow anything solid, let alone chew it. He mouthed a small "thank you" in Osseus' direction, handing him back the canteen. |
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Post by norimo on Oct 20, 2015 18:26:45 GMT -6
Ooro continued to cheer at the two, until an unfamiliar voice could be heard behind her. "Oh!" she gasped, noticing the figure of small stature looking up at her. He's... so tiny... In order to let him see her better, she decided to pull down the hood Osseus lent her...  ...An odd feature seemed to return to her. There were still tears in her eyes from the previous display. "I'm Ooro," she nodded. "I haven't seen one of your kind before," her eyes focused on him to get a better impression. It wasn't uncommon for Ooro not to recognize a lot of races by face, as she had only seen a few from separating herself from civilization for so long. "You are a healer? That's a relief to hear- I'm not completely cutting it on my own here!" she chuckled. "As of right now, my body is just... extremely sore. Is there anything you could do for it? Otherwise, I don't really have injuries that need immediate attention," she motioned to her left arm. "Except, I do have a wound from a hound. I patched it up though, so it's not terrible." However, Ooro was interrupted when she heard questions around her start to circulate. Her eyes darted to the few nearby, to see Altheron on his knees. "O-oh dear! Rezza, do you mind? I'm not an emergency... but Altheron might be." She peered at the shaman with a worried expression. |
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Post by funnybunnyjay on Oct 20, 2015 18:28:15 GMT -6
Kama screamed as he rowed aggressively towards the camp fire "HEY! THAT'S NOT FAIR AT ALL!" Of course Daryn would have managed to get to the camp fire before he did without getting whipped by Kama's cape again. By the time Kama got to the camp fire he sat down panting and exhausted. That was a huge waste of energy.
Now that everyone was at the camp fire (except for Rylan who didn't seem interested in joining them) Kama decided to strike up a conversation with everyone as soon as he caught his breath. Before he could do that however he looked over to Altheron who didn't seem to be doing too well. It looked as if the other guild members were already taking care of the situation, so he just watched silently in concern hoping that Altheron would be okay before starting any conversation with those at the camp fire.
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Post by zenguardian on Oct 20, 2015 18:37:58 GMT -6
During the fight against Fearos, Fallen was busy keeping the lesser fearen at bay so that his teammates could attack Fearos without worry. When the behemoth fell, Fallen's breath caught in his throat. When Kama confirmed that Fearos was indeed defeated, Fallen fell to his knees and let out a big sigh. They had done it!
Fortunately for him, he sustained little injuries. He was mainly exhausted from all of the running he had to do.
Fallen saw the camp fire in the distance. Standing up, he looked at the night sky and closed his eyes. It's times like these that he wished he could return to. But there was a job to be done, and he and the other guild members were the only ones willing to do it. He had just gotten to the camp fire when he saw Daryn and Kama approaching the fire inside of... the shells of fearen???
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This is fine
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Post by Miki Sayaka on Oct 20, 2015 19:09:18 GMT -6
There were still tears in her eyes from the previous display. "I'm Ooro," she nodded. "I haven't seen one of your kind before," her eyes focused on him to get a better impression. It wasn't uncommon for Ooro not to recognize a lot of races by face, as she had only seen a few from separating herself from civilization for so long. "You are a healer? That's a relief to hear- I'm not completely cutting it on my own here!" she chuckled. "As of right now, my body is just... extremely sore. Is there anything you could do for it? Otherwise, I don't really have injuries that need immediate attention," she motioned to her left arm. "Except, I do have a wound from a hound. I patched it up though, so it's not terrible." However, Ooro was interrupted when she heard questions around her start to circulate. Her eyes darted to the few nearby, to see Altheron on his knees. "O-oh dear! Rezza, do you mind? I'm not an emergency... but Altheron might be." She peered at the shaman with a worried expression. Rezza bowed once Ooro addressed him, his tail flapping lightly behind him not straying to far from his body. "Ooro, Ooro... Miss Ooro, it certainly is a pleasure to meet you." Inhaling deeply, Rezza appeared to concentrate deeply for a moment. "You are lucky indeed, I have many techniques that can help with easing pain. Many-" He quickly cleared his throat and corrected himself. "ALL rather quick and painless." His mind wandered to the few lesser healing spells he knew, certainly quick and painless for the target. Spells were, in his eyes, a painful waste of magic. Especially for such minor things. He was quickly brought out of this once he heard voices of concern nearby. Turning his attention to a man clad in all white he listened to Ooro's voice. "Of course," His left hand rose to his temple, as he thought hard. While the man was dirty, there were no visible signs of injury. "I can certainly help you in a moment, miss Ooro." Walking up in front of the man Ooro referred to as Altheron, Rezza scrunched his brow intensely. 'Just what is the extent to which this Altheron needs help?' He asked himself as he took a minute to observe the man's condition. "Mister Altheron?" Concern, confusion, and concentration congregated within his facial expression. "I am Rezza Light, I will try to help you in anyway I can if you can tell me what is wrong." His hands were like a vice wringing his staff as he waited for Altheron's response |
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Post by LadyAurablade on Oct 20, 2015 19:48:28 GMT -6
"Mister Altheron?" Concern, confusion, and concentration congregated within his facial expression. "I am Rezza Light, I will try to help you in anyway I can if you can tell me what is wrong." His hands were like a vice wringing his staff as he waited for Altheron's response Altheron looked down and into the eyes of the small fox-man in front of him. If he were in better shape, he would've gone straight for the healer's ears and tail, but now was not the time. He held his hand back up to his heart and thought of the best way to describe his condition in as few words as possible. "I....," he started, still struggling to inhale, "cannot breathe......" |
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Post by ChibiGissy on Oct 20, 2015 20:17:51 GMT -6
Mimisko started to panic. She looks at Rezza with an all out worried look.
"He needs to be heal right way..."
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Post by Miki Sayaka on Oct 20, 2015 20:33:38 GMT -6
Altheron looked down and into the eyes of the small fox-man in front of him. If he were in better shape, he would've gone straight for the healer's ears and tail, but now was not the time. He held his hand back up to his heart and thought of the best way to describe his condition in as few words as possible. "I....," he started, still struggling to inhale, "cannot breathe......" The tiny man's face started to turn a subtle red. 'Something like this... I really have no choice here do I?' Rezza adjusted his grip on his staff, bringing it in front of his face. 'This certainly is quite the emergency...'
"Do remain calm, mister Altheron. This should be able to ease your problem." He sighed and closed his eyes. With his head cleared of any and all thoughts the gem on Rezza's staff began to glow. His eyes flew open revealing a similar glow to the gem.  In a mere instant the glow dissipated as a faint green aura wrapped lightly around Altheron, the aura fading soon after. Lowering his staff Rezza looked on at the man. This healing spell was one he learned early on, while not the strongest it was good for helping multiple problems. With the vague description he had Rezza would just have to put everything into this spell, he did not want to risk chants with such a time-sensitive issue. "...Are you..." He placed his left hand on his face trying to maintain his expression, as he had seen Mimisko notice it. "...Okay, mister Altheron?" |
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Post by cassiroll on Oct 20, 2015 20:41:08 GMT -6
Manasa walked up to the cloaked woman, She did he best to hide her irritation under a mask of self confidence. "Can I discuss something with with you, It will only take a second." She replied in that smooth, captivating voice that made humans believe her kind descended from dragons. The woman seemed friendly enough, but Celty had a hard time trusting anyone right off the bat. And there was something...off putting about the way she said these words. Like she was trying to mask something. As someone who was good at facades and lying, she picked up on subtile cues by instinct. Perhaps Celty was just skittish, but then she looked to see where Manasa had come from. Her eyes fell on Rylan and her ears twitched back as worry flickered through her features. She put on a small smile. "I'd love to, but I don't think I even know your name." She started, clearly not planning on leaving the campfire. If Manasa wanted something she could do it out in the open. Where everyone would see, especially if Rylan had been hinting at something as he conversed with her. "I'm Celty, I'm here with my son, Oxy." She carefully extended a hand, trying to read the strange woman as best she could. "And you are...?" Oxy finished the next drawing and then looked around at the group shyly. "This one's not as good." He whispered, slowly holding the drawing up like it was a secret he and Gaynor shared. "Mama showed me him one time when we were hiding."  He looked at Gaynor expectedly. "Is it okay?" |
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Post by titee on Oct 20, 2015 20:58:46 GMT -6
"Of course, where are my manner. My name is Manasa, we fought together against the fearen." Manasa replied, recounting the time she aided Celty against a wave of winged fearen. In this exchange, Manasa was the one to be respected, having aided Celty on the battlefield while also commanding what she considered the stronger presence of the two. Besides, from what Manasa has gathered, Celty was turning out to be no more than a brutish bully than anything else.
Manasa looked towards Oxy briefly, unsure of how to react, before returning her gaze back to Celty. "I'm just worried that some of our guild members have been treated unfairly." Manasa made sure not to single Rylan out, or to even show her motivation at all. Right now she needed Celty's word. Needless arguments were ugly and unsightly, and most of all unvishkanyan.
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Post by schribbit on Oct 20, 2015 21:27:59 GMT -6
Daryn flung herself out of the shell when she and Enoch reached the campfire. Relieved to finally be at her destination, she scooted herself across the ground until she was as close to the fire as she wanted to be. Those who were at the campfire seemed to be either chatting or healing each other. There was a small boyish figure who looked to be tending those who needed it most. She knew all she needed was some food and a good night's sleep, so she didn't speak up about her currently exhausted legs.
She opened her pack.
"Hey Enoch, you hungry? I have some-" She pulled out a small leather bag of severely crumbled bread. "Uh, I have some-" she pulled out another bag of smashed fruits.
"Ah, nevermind." She said dejectedly. There was no way she'd offer such meager, destroyed rations to someone like Enoch. "How are you holding up?"
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