[@Inertia][b]Kanza[/b] - Your head throbs in time with your heartbeat and your body feels as heavy as if it were cast from solid steel. With effort you move, but your reaction times are sluggish. You are not sure how long the effect will last, but for now you should perhaps opt to avoid activities that rely on your reaction time. [@DuskSong] Eilidh Ua Briain You start tending to Kanza in the healing tent, but it soon dawns on you this strange affliction is like nothing you've heard about from your experiences or your teachings. It slowly becomes clear this is a magical affliction, and it is unlikely even your teacher will be able to remove the effects. Still, you do what you can for him, and are able to soothe the headache if only slightly - but the slow reaction times, it seems, you can do little about. What a strange case... [hr][hr][@Melo] An unwise move to show your enemy your trump card. He waved his arm and that strange unnatural heaviness swept over your body once more, more potent then before, the music rising in your ears as the creatures around you take to it. It drains through your flesh and fills your bones, imprisoning your mind in a body that might as well be lead. Your hands drop to your sides as the strange white creature approaches you with the saucer of glowing green liquid once more. [color=lightslategray]"Your childish human tantrums weary me, Ylonia. Your ignorance to your true self would perhaps amuse me, if it weren't so tragic. The time for pleasantries is over, and I care little for what the voice of your human puppet has to say. Speak with me as equals, Ylonia, when you have returned to me in all your magnificence."[/color] [center]and the saucer was raised to your lips...[/center] [hr][hr] [@Sarcelle Reinard] [@RedxCross]The march to camp is an uneventful one. A few Wolfrahg notice you, but many seemed too wrapped up in this recent news to notice. Reimir was barking orders this way and that when you approached him. He turned a sunken eye towards you, weighing you up, but didn't bother with the political nature surrounding your choices as some would. He cut straight to the point. "[i]No one has any idea where she's gone. We need to find her. [/i]Now.[i] Before the Karill gets heavily involved and starts sending out slaves and slavers and talking politics.[/i]" A loud growl, too close for comfort, catches your attention. You snap round to see Rimguage, two wolves attached to his limbs. [center][b]Rimguage[/b][/center] They'd been following the scent of several fresh kills, but they knew better then to wander into the camp, following their prey on the back of an elk. Most of the pack stood at a distance, but two had been scoping out the area, and they found a mark they liked. A pack usually hunted together, but one was desperate enough to try anything for a meal, and the other was ambitious and young, in it's prime. One minute Rimguage was on his feet, the next, a ferocious growl filled his ears and they were upon him. They came out of nowhere. The young male lunged at the chieftain's son, wicked fangs sinking deep into the calf of his left leg, leather and chord and flesh and all. Rimguage bellowed in outrage as he raised his staff in hand. As if on queue, the raggedy gnarled wolf - decrepid and underfed - hurled itself through the air and chomped down on his right bicep. A gruff grunt from Rimguage as he gritted his teeth through the pain, trying to save face at this sudden onslaught, blood curling down his arm and leg. He swivelled his staff in hand and slammed his force back against the beast near his shoulder. It's grip light, it's teeth snaggled, it went hurtling through the air. There was an audible crack as it's spine collided with a nearby boulder, blood splattering out it's mouth as it collapsed to the ground in a still-living heap. It's glassy eyes swivelled in it's cranium, terrified by it's sudden inability to move. Had a predator got it in it's jaws? It did not understand. All it could do was twitch, having lost it's mobility, and suddenly the old creature was even worse off then before. It's companion growled and Rimguage cried out as the beast's teeth sunk further into his flesh, finding bone and the sweet succor of a delicious fresh meal. It was young, and Rimguage swiped at it, his furskin soaked with his own blood. The wolf nimbly swerved, undetered and unmoving from it's place. It shook it's head around, clearly attempting to detach the man's shin from his body if it continued. The pain was starting to get to Rimguage. It had all happened so quickly that no one could of stopped the attack, but now the viscious beast was well and truly dug in, and both the Wolfrahg and Numas had taken notice of this sudden onslaught. Rimguage himself looked unsteady on his feet, unable to fully make use of his battle knowledge when his main arm was lightly wounded. Perhaps if it had been that alone, he could of held his own - but the wolf was unrelenting, and Rimguage was in dire need of assistance.