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Adelon: Steeling the Faith [Open!]

@shylarah Well Zander is in a pickle now... He may know his healing stuff, that doesn't mean he knows how ever thing fully works like the Oath and the such. He'll learn though... The hard way. LOL @Vena Sera T.T" that's one way to get him moving then again I'm not sure what I'mma have him do... KILL HIM!!! *chuckles* Wait no please don't LOL I like him even if he's being a crapsicle atm I foresee him being difficult in this upcoming parts lol

Adelon: Steeling the Faith [Open!]

Its not broken. He's being a... Whats the polite term to use on here.. AH a douchebag! He thinks its broken its not :D Zander really isnt a very nice person. He's spoiled and thinks himself better than everyone else. He's that one character in a TV show you either hate or love and when he changes its rather dull so i plan on leaving him as is for a while... Thus his anger at a young girl saving her own life. Sorry if thats even more confusing... >.<

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So changed the bandits that Zander was scuffling with to head back onto the ship since it was pointed out that them running away would be rather... redundent... and stupid >.<" My bad!!

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His dash backwards sent him stumbling down over the fallen bandit that he had headbutted. He felt the wind get knocked from his chest, and rolled to get to his feet quickly. The bigger bandit hadn't moved to attack, nor had the one with the quarterstaff, their attention was on the new arrivals.

Before he could even call out a warning to the one with the ax, he cringed as the lightning coursed through the bandits body. That was more then a stunning effect, that was meant to maim if not kill. As he was brushed off Zander had two options in front of him, one of which was slaughtered when he heard Amuné's cry. His option was to check on the girl and turn the bandits onto those in the tailored suits.

Before he could even move again; however, he felt like he had been slapped. The moorcat had carried Amuné on its back and unto the deck of the ship. His staff lay in the bush, forgotten in their haste, and Zander now had a reason to dislike the girl and the beast. Seething on the inside he turned his attention to his own predicament. Turn the bandits on the suits, or turn on his heel and leave. The young girls actions had in a sense broken the Healer's Oath in a sense. He was left to fend for himself. Oh he would use that if they got out of this intact. Nymira seemed to be the most sensibly to such things, he would prey on her sense of honor.

Shaking the thoughts from his head, and staring at the other three with the Demacite Armament, Zander froze. They weren't church members, he would have been slain on the spot just to clear his family's name. No, these were either resistant members, or rogues looking to make a profit off lesser foes.

"What did you plunder fully," Zander asked the bandit gasping for air at his feet. "Food, cloth and if I had to guess by those four, Demacite as well. Resistant Members against the Church come to rain fire upon your worthless skulls. Fools, the lot of you. Your Magi might have stood a chance against our small group, but against four with Demacite Armament... No. Tis true folly, as a Healer I shall pray for your safe passages to the Saints Nine."

The bigger bandit had heard the last of the statement and smirked, "She be enough to take down de four here. OI! Matey's ignore the young'ns take down da fancy!" The expression on his face was priceless when he heard little uproar in return to his mighty call of force. Rage gleamed in his eyes as he turned to look at Zander. "Ya worthless whoresons! I 'member this for days ta come!" Turning to the bandit with the quarterstaff and the one with the bow, he nodded. The three took off unto the boat, not even looking back to see if anyone followed.

Zander sighed in disgust, "Thieves of no honor are worthless then the air they breath unto the lands and seas." Looking at the three still outside the boat, Zander clasped his hands before him as if in a prayer and bowed low. The bandit at his feet kept gasping for air through his bloodied nose cavity and Zander let out a breath.

"You're lucky I know that your lot has stayed at Olga's Inn..." standing up from his bow he addressed the last of those with the Demacite. "Lo friend of no party here. Friends I have upon the boat, to get the Peddler Lazlo's silks and such from this ship. They should not attack, if you do no harm to them."

Turning his back to them and placing a Seal Paper to his chest, a very minor elemental ward, it would lessen any damage to him if they struck and would probably drain him of the rest of his magic. Caution would be the better part of valor this day. Kneeling to the right side of the bandit he had struck he scoweled.

"Olga would scold you and your captain for not getting further away," he scolded. "Daft pirates you lot are.."

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Zander didn't agree at all with this plan of attack. They were way out numbered, if they were injured he wouldn't be on hand to heal them either. He could have pressed, and it clicked. Looking down at his pouch, he nodded. The ones on the ground would be alerted if the attacking party was spotted. The ones already off the ship would stay there, possibly scattered out to make sure no others would be coming. A small attack force would make even the dumbest of bandits look for a larger group. He would have a small window of opportunity to knock those not on the ship out cold with his Seal Papers.

"Be careful!" He agreed with the statement but kept his mouth shut. This wouldn't be the time for well wishing. Nymira, Ethan and Cecil would need more than that to keep them safe. As they left their small hiding place, Zander waited patiently.

Placing his staff on the ground he looked at Amuné, her eyes closed, her lips moving in silent prayer. When she glanced at him, he tried to smile. Reassure her in any way he could. He was acting off, but his Healer's Oath bound him to be civil, and he had nothing against Amuné either so that helped calm his frayed nerves.

"I'm leaving my staff," he told her. "If you have to, swing it if anything comes around to you. I'm going to try to knock those not on the boat out cold." He gripped three papers between his fingers. "They'll be alert, but I should be able to call on the land to help me."

He looked at the Moor Cat, he could tell the beast was more wary of him. "Keep her safe. If something comes around, yowl. I'll try to come back."

He didn't wait for the beasts response, leaving the bush, he tried to keep as low to the ground as possible. He had some speed on him, his wooden sandals gripping into the hard earth. He didn't pause when he heard someone call out about intruders. His time window was closing and quickly. If someone looked down at the ground as he sprinted, he was a goner.

"OI! Stop!" Zander cursed. One of the bigger bandits had looked back. "Don' take a step closer." Zander didn't stop though. This one would have to be knocked out harder then the others. For now, he was close enough to one of the other bandits. Before the fiend could unsheathe his sword, one Seal was firmly on his neck. The man didn't so much as whimper, but his head would be sore when he was awoken from his enchanted sleep.

One down... two to go. Lunging for the next one he slapped his two free seals on the man. Calling on the earth, he made sleep seem like a wonderful idea on this hotter day. Down like a lamp, went that one. Twisting out of reach from the larger bandit's sausage like fingers he danced back a few feet. That would be his first mistake.

He wasn't fast enough to dodge the arrow, he felt it cut into his left arm. He hadn't even heard the twang of the string. His magic instantly went to heal the wound and attempted to purge the poison he felt some invade the gash on his upper arm. Zander was nimble for his smaller size but the poison would slow down his movements if not treated. He scolded himself for not having brought out more Seal Papers. Gripping the wound tightly, to make it seem like it hurt more than it did would buy him some time.

"Shoulda list'n'd now shouldn' 'ave ya," the bigger bandit called out. His friends around him laughed, the one on his left lowering the bow to his side. "Pretty lamps... Nimble, aye, probably flex too..." The grin was not a pleasant one. Zander widened his eyes in a show of fear, inside he scowled. He was hoping none of his companions caught sight of this. He didn't need them to think rescuing the healer would be a good idea.

Feeling his body ache from whatever poison the arrow head had been dipped in, Zander was forced to use some of his own magic. Even in the bright daylight, one could still see the aura whip up and down his arm. The skin threaded itself together as he removed his hand, the poison pushed out before it fulled sealed.

"Magi... We got un of dose too," his grin turned feral. "Aye, she a looker and when she strike, ya not gonna know it." The bandit lunged for Zander, and all Zander could do was leap back once more.

I have to get him to call for help... Move them away from the ship... Damnation... That spell took more out of me... Ethan's body held more toxins then I thought. His retreat was slower with each leap back or sideways to evade this bigger foe. A game of cat and mouse, and if Zander was caught, he would only add to their burden. He refused to go down like that. He couldn't help the feral grin that spread across his own face, "Too slow! Too slow. Should call for help before our help arrives."

"I don' need no bloody 'elp," the man hollered. "Rabbit blooded Magi! Ain' gonna play, jus' slit ya throat!" His holler brought at least two more bandits down the gang plank. Zander dodged again, and wiped the sweat from his brow. One with a sword and dagger; the other with a quarterstaff. That was his second mistake, but also a slight blessing.

Arms gripped around his torso from behind, one of the bandits had stayed in his blind spots to dance behind him just for this. The larger bandit hooted at the sight and walked lazily towards Zander. The mouse gritted his teeth and in a move he slightly recalled Geoffrey using on a rougher patron, slammed his skull into the bandits nose. The noise almost made Zander upchuck what little he had eaten today. Slamming his foot into delicate regions for good measure, Zander dashed backwards once more.

He pulled out three more Seal Papers and gasped for air. He was out of shape and his only thought was, In for a bronze, in for a gold...

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@shylarah I'm making it that he's bound by his words when he's fully acting as a healer and not a whining brat like he was in the mayors office. He'll still be whiny for now, that'll change over time when he gets to know everyone better. It's basically saying that in a sense when he said about everyone's life being in his hands he meant it to the point that if someone were to be majorly hurt under his watch something would happen to him. I kind of went off the Doctor's Oath to always render treatment, but with a magical twist.

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Zander held up his hands towards Cecil, in the universal gesture of 'I am un-armed.' He wouldn't continue to pressure the boy for all he knew, Cecil always looked tired and he was just making him even more nervous. Shaking his head and thinking of old advice from his mother he let out a slow sigh and turned back to Amuné as she asked him what the Seal Papers actually were.

"Strips of paper," he said pulling on out as the slowed their pace when the ship came into sight. "With ink made with Demacite Crystals crushed into the ink well. It allows me to draw on the land to use magic. Using special symbols and one for my Saint, it let's me act as a Magi. It's only useful in healing and warding mind you. Good for little else." He lied, he didn't have to use symbols, but they didn't need to know that. His real power came from within him. The Papers were just the illusion to make it seem less like a Magi to hide from the Church.

He stopped talking as Ethan and Nymira spoke in length about what to do and how to go about it. He was going to offer himself as a decoy and stopped when he heard Cecil ask about the ship being alive. He couldn't help himself when he let out a small chuckle, and snorted again when she heard Amuné speak to the Cecil as well. If he had to guess, he would assume those two were siblings then again, it didn't fit into his already thought out... His head hurt thinking of who was related if at all in the small group he was roped into this small adventure with.

As they crouched down and kept all eyes locked on the boat, Zander spoke softly to keep his voice from carrying, "I'm going in with you as well I presume? I can guard the young one if you wish, so long as no one aims with a bow, my staff can be used as more then just a walking stick." He winked at Nymira. Hopefully she got the pun and scowled. It would make him laugh more. "I can also use these," he pointed to the pouch at his waist. "To make quick Seal Papers to make some of the goons pass out. After all, can't heal a patient that needs attention if they are awake and refusing a healing. Or so my father always said. Then again it only works when they aren't aware of something going on..."

His face was that of a serious person, he didn't want to be brushed off. Their lives were in his hands as he had promised. His words then had been a binding Oath. Ethan's acceptance had been the major binding factor. If even one of them died, he would be maimed or killed himself. It was not something he wanted to face.

"So..." Zander asked softly again. "What is our plan of attack to get the goods, the ship, the mead, or just the goods and the mead? Stealing a ship back might be harder..."

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Zander followed along, close enough to hear them converse with townsfolk about a missing ship, but far enough back to not be apart of the conversations. A few children passed by and pulled at Zander's kimono, a grin and off they were again. It brought a small smile to his face, to see a few that he had brought back to full health.

As they talked with Lazlo, Zander stood by the door and scoffed at the fine cloth the man peddled. His parents would buy rolls from this man, and then some. It was something Zander found wasteful and pulled at his own clothing. Rags compared to what he once wore, so lost in thought he wasn't really focusing as they moved on and towards the northern path out of town. He had come in this way, when he arrived at the port town of Orosi and shivered as they walked along the roadway. Part of him screamed to turn back and hide in the Inn again. Blasted woman dragging me into her mess, Zander thought. Perhaps if I had ignored her I could have continued on my way and been back with Olga and watching how her sickness progressed again...

His eyes scanned the four people he was walking with. Ethan was most definitely the leader of the small band, his easy smiles and carefree face seemed to have a calming effect on his urge to run. Nymira was hard and focused, and he hated her for that. Part of him was admittedly jealous of the woman. A small part of him said those traits reminded him of his aunt and her ability to verbal abuse his mother up, down and center. He would have to tease her more, just to see if his comparison was right. Cecil, was odd to his senses. He could feel something there, and the augmentations he sported made him seem like he was a body guard to Nymira. He didn't rightly have someone to compare him too, but he gave off the loner vibe and the 'I'm deadlier then I look' vibe as well. Part of Zander wanted to touch him, to feel the skin and see what ailed him physically but he refrained. The youngest of the group, Amuné and her beast gave him pause a few times. What he felt earlier in the mayors office was fleeting, and he brushed it off. What could a little girl do against these thieves? Would he be set to guard her or would the princess tell her guard to do it.

Shaking his head of his inner thoughts, he caught the tail end of the conversation. His first urge was to tell Nymira that not all who drank were cowards. How the mental trauma of battle could leave unseen scars and fears of the oddest things. Zander's magic could not heal such things outright, but took gentler paths to sooth those memories.

"Nobles drink to show power," Zander spoke softly, unsure if they would hear him. "The older the ale, the bitterer the wine or even the sweeter are signs of power in this land. If a noble offers you a drink, it is a test of merit and humility. To decline without reason or to accept with humbleness is why they do. Or to just get a high from it and deal with the shoes some noblewomen wear."

Zander shrugged and looked around himself. His eyes once more landing on Cecil, he wanted to offer a Seal Paper to him, one to allow vigor to return at a faster pace. If they were to fight, he didn't want to have to heal on the spot, but at the same time he had no way to get any of them to trust him to carry a piece of the paper. No one had asked for that matter how they worked. It made him nervous. Please do not let them be Magi...

"Then again members of the Church are known to drink as well," Zander mused allowed and let the sentence fall. His eyes leaving Cecil to land on Amuné as she said the name of the ship. He couldn't recall if the peddler had mentioned the name, then again he hadn't been paying to much attention at the time.

"You never know," he answered the girls question. "Some may be known to the townsfolk, come back on land to sell the silks at a cheaper price. Depends on their leader and their own cunning." He talked slowly to her, and felt like an arse for doing so. What was wrong with him? He had no grief with this group and here he was being rude. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "My apologies... Amuné correct? I did not mean to belittle your intelligence with my slight snark."

She was a child after all, and he probably frightened her. He wanted to offer healing for her as well, to see what was wrong with her as well.

"Cecil," Zander turned to him as the continued to walk. "Are you certain you are feeling well? A Seal Paper would be enough to check, without me touching you if that is what worries your mind."

There, he was being polite. Nymira could bite him... on second thought, it might kill him. He could always try to go through Ethan and get the leader to trust him. When did I decide to keep following them though...

Adelon: Steeling the Faith [Open!]

Yup yup :D

Adelon: Steeling the Faith [Open!]

I'm gonna wait for you two to post then I will... It's for Zander's character frowth... A little anyway haha