Time: 11 a.m.

Location: Beach in Riverport

Interactions: [@potter] Rue, [@Helo] Bowyn, [@Tae] Eris 

Mentions:, [@princess] Annya [@potter] Saoirse [@kazemitsu] Kharne,

Equipment: Axes

Amas: 899

In plain view of every eye of Riverport, a human, the only being able to harness the powers of the elemental forces of Avalia, hung amidst a raging vortex of gale force winds.  Some stared transfixed at something many of them had not seen in their mortal lives.  Perhaps only a few of the long lived elves had even witnessed such power.  Some ran away in fear, others, such as the big lizard Kharne and the princess of the light elves Annya, actually ran towards the chaos.

Arn’s eyes were only fixed in Rue.  Her porcelain skin beaded with sweat and a white tinge that was not her usual snow pure tone.  He knelt next to the fairy lass.  His knees first touching the melting snow, something that perplexed him for a second before he realized or inferred that Bowyn, another winter fairy, probably possessed the ability to generate such a substance, even in this tropical climate.  The snow was not deep enough and soon his knees felt the familiar sandy floor.  

The furious winds around them still did not drown out Bowy’s animosity at saying his name.  The medic turned to the winter lad, who was desperately trying to keep up a frosty wall that kept on being assailed by the dangerous winds, bits and pieces crumbling off.  The dwarf store a glance at the floating human.  Was that one of the girls who had been in the beach with the princess?  The white haired one?  Remembering the greeting she had given him the time he had run into the princess and the Red headed fire sprite the night before, perhaps it made sense that the girls inner turmoil would manifest itself. 

Even despite the scene before them of a power that had not been seen in Avalia for thousands of years and only been read in books found in dusty tomes, Arn was more surprised at Bowyn’s declaration to help Rue.  The young soldier’s surprised look solidified into one that showed determination.  He nodded to Bowyn that he understood the task. 

When the winter lad turned his back to Arn it was the single most sign of trust that had ever been placed upon him.  Even those he had saved in the battlefield had not trusted him with their lives.  They had been grateful yes but none had ever put their lives in his hands as Bowyn was trusting Rue’s into his.  The dwarf took a deep breath of determination.  

His fingers dung into the sand under Rue’s body.  She was light, as light as the unique snowflakes found in her homeland.  Even with strong legs to propel him forward, the sand made his retreat a bit precarious.  He had to hug the maiden against his chest.  Despite the snow that Bowyn had produced, Arn could feel Rue’s skin was warm.  His quick mind discerned that a winter fairy such as her might not have acclimatizes enough to the tropical climate.  [color=0054a6]“Heat Stroke”[/color]  he huffed as he moved away from the winds and the shrapnel flying around.

It was only then that he noticed the other elf lady with red hair and green dress.  Arn remembered her being with Bowyn and Kaleb last night.  She started talking to Bowyn about taking care of Rue.  The Winter lad stubborn as always moved away from the elf lady.  The young soldier had not time to watch them quarrel as he walked away. 

A medic’s first job was to evacuate the wounded from the X.  He spotted a nearby building.  It had been a place for Slime Day participants to get refreshments.  He was making progress towards it when he heard Eris call out[color=598527] “Your turn.” [/color] He looked back in time to see a ring rushing towards him.  In a instant, his next step landed on hard wooden floors rather than shifty sand.  It took him a second to figure out what was happening.  The ring disappeared and he was inside the Inn where all of them had breakfast earlier that day.  

He noticed Bowyn, a few feet away.  The medic shook his head.  He would never understand magic.  His people had a healthy dose of distrust in it and after experiencing first the whirlwind and now the portaling, he could not blame them.  Still, rue was his first priority.  Spotting the bar, he moved towards it.  A few people crouched behind it too as a few of the windows that looked out to the beach had been shattered by the strong winds.  “Excuse me” He told them.  Nobody questioned what he was doing or why he had an unconscious lady in his arms.

The soldier moved to settle Rue behind the counter.  As gentle as a dream he set her down, taking care to not fold a wing under her.  Then he located some cold drinks and placed them on either side of Rue’s neck, where her arteries were.  He also placed some under her armpits.  Looking around, he found some towels and placed one under Rue’s head and a few more to elevate the legs.  This done, he chanced look over the edge of the counter.  Immediately he had to duck back again as a flying piece of something shot into the room crashing behind them.  
Taking Rue’s hand into his he began to massage her palm with thumb and fore fingers trying to facilitate blood flow.  Hopefully the cold packs he had placed would soon begin to cool her off.  [color=0054a6]“Come on Rue”[/color]  He whispered to her, encouragingly.  The soldier risked another glance over the counter at the scene before them.  He looked around the counter to Bowy.  [color=0054a6]“Don’t do anything rash.  Rue needs you alive.”[/color]  Though he knew that the best bet of survival was to somehow bring the white haired girl under control.  

Bowyn was not somebody to take things laying down or forced to do anything he did not want to do.  Being forced into the Inn by the elven lady was not going to sit well with him.  [color=0054a6]“Do what you must, just please be careful”[/color]  He remembered Eris apologizing for the probability of Bowyn being pissed off.  [color=0054a6]“Oh that lady has no idea…”[/color]  Suddenly he had a realization.  [color=0054a6]“Where the hell is the wolf?”[/color] Arn was sure that Rue would be deathly worried about the canine companion of hers.  With a raging storm outside and demons running amok the dwarf hoped the wolf would be ok.  "Well, shit..."  was the only thing he could say looking down at the poor winter lass.