[centre] Niraph, Village Hall [/centre]

The moon was high over Naqah when the Village Council convened. Many of Niraph's important figures were there - The Elder, the Guard Captain, the Chosen, the Healer and a few others. Normally, these meetings happened during the day, but the Healer couldn't turn up until the three Demonrexa were asleep.
The Elder cleared his throat before starting.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I think we all know why we are here - we need to discuss these Fomorii."
A general mutter went through the gathered group before the Elder signalled for silence. He went on
"Obviously, the continual safety of Niraph, and Naqah as a whole, is our most important issue, but I am loathe to harm these creatures before we learn their intention. This council is called to decide our next move"
The Chosen was the first to speak "I believe we should send a messenger to Drakar at once. Perhaps they could send a detachment of Imperials, maybe a few more of Luna's Chosen -"
"Why are you always crying to Drakar for help?" the Guard Captain interrupted "We have a baracks and guards, don't we? We don't need to involve that tyrant Luna and her fottiti (Plaything, slave) Lyrus."
The room went deadly quiet at the treasonous comment. The Chosen bristled, but after a momrnt or two, she replied calmly
"What are you implying, Captain?"
"I'm not implying anything. I'm saying it plainly - Tailin is a coward, Pinkara is a simpleton, Lyrus is nightmare-driven and Luna is a Wildling in disguise. The only sane member of Crowthorne House is Aelia."
"I'm going to give you ten seconds to apoligise for your comment" the Chosen said, fury making her shake but her voice staying calm "Or I'll have you hung for treason."
The captain merely chuckled "Of course, Lyrus has an excuse. He's a fair, just ruler. Anyone would have nightmares if they'd been through what he'd been through. If your precious Luna stopped using the poor stronzo (Sod, fool) to satisfy her -"
The blacksmith was the one who interrupted "One, there is no evidence that Lyrus has been abused by anyone in the House. Two, whether he has or not is not relevant to the issue at hand. May we please get back on topic?"
"Wise words" the Elder said "If anyone else wishes to bicker, they may leave this meeting to discuss their stupidity further. My good smith, have you analysed the weapons and armour taken from the ship?"
The smith frowned "The metal they use is strange. It is strong, and slow to blunt, but fragile. One hard strike and it cracks. A few hard strikes and it shatters completely, but it can cleave through just about anything without damage. It's almost like they want to kill their foes before they have a chance to fight back."
"I agree" the Healer muttered "The three I have seem to care little for clothing, whether it is cosmetic or defensive. The female, for example, seems to dislike having the blankets on the bed around her. They are also remarkably warm - I'm not sure if that affects the weapons and armour, but I'm sure it will have something to do with their lack of clothes."
"Interesting" the Elder mumbled "Have you uncovered anything else"
"Yes, of course. The small one and the female have remarkable agility - the sinews and muscle structure shows that. The big one seems to have a thick hide that almost negates the need for armour, but that may just be proportional to our own. Either way, it seems one would have a hard time hurting one without specialised equipment or being in a crowded area. They also seem to turn those nearby into one of them, but slowly. I performed an experiment-"
"Hold up. Are you saying that me and my men are going to turn into Fomorii?" the Captain was furious, but even he couldn't keep the scared tone out of his voice
"Not quite. The process takes time. As I was saying, I performed an experiment. After the first couple of nights, I noticed the bedside plants were exhibiting strange properties - giving off heat, for example. It was irregular and hardly noticable, but it was happening. So, I moved one of the plants away and the left the other where it was. The results were staggering. The plant beside the Fomorii is exhibiting more unusual properties more regularly, whilst the other seems to have reverted back to normal."
"What about you?" the Chosen said in a curious tone.
"I think that I, too, may be turning into a Fomorii. I have already noticed radical differences in my body temprature and pallour. If I cannot discharge these demons soon..."
There was no need to finish. Everyone in the room knew that the kindly old healer would not stop until his patients had recovered fully, regardless of the consequences. He would not leave them just so he wouldn't turn.
"In short, we need to contact them." the Elder mused "Find out what medicines work best and what will slow their healing. I won't stand idly by and watch my healer become a Fomorii."
"It wouldn't be so bad if I could say the effect wouldn't spread" the healer said quietly "But I can't garuntee it. If I turn, I may have to give up healing."
The Elder thought about it for a minute, then nodded "One more day. Chances are, the others have noticed the ship is missing. If they don't show up by this time tomorrow, or the Fomorii haven't recovered, you take a five-day break and we reconvene to decide our course of action. Dismissed"

[center] Niraph Healer's [/center]
The Healer returned to his office slightly irked. One day! One day of waiting for more of the Demonrexa, and if they didn't show up, it was game over. He had so many questions! And the demons had started to recover! How was he meant to wait for five days to restart the healing process? Five days and they'd be dead.
May as well check up on them, he thought, as he entered the room. He was reassured by the gentle snoring - if they were asleep, they couldn't ask for more medicines.
There was something wrong with the female, though. He couldn't be sure, but it looked like she was crying.
"Is everything alright, Shenda?" he asked softly - he had long since learned his charges names.