Dragoknighte

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

"Think nothing of it. I'm only doing the right thing." Vaeri told Sana as she passed. What kind of cleric would she be if she sat by as slavers and the pinnacle of an unholy man attacked the town and threatened the lives of innocent people and children? Not to mention being able to engage in battle was just delicious icing. It had been several months since she had fought last and it was beginning to itch at the back of her mind.

Vaeri sat in the dim light, reading her book as if the lack of lighting didn't even register to her. As she nibbled at the end of a plain wafer, she noticed the stranger try to read what she was reading over her shoulder. He quickly gave it up and went to stand guard.

"I'm not surprised you couldn't read it. Most humans can't even speak elvish, let alone read it." Vaeri turned another page in her little book. "It's an examination of gods specific to certain races and a dissertation for this phenomena written by High Priest Glorfindel. It focuses mostly on Corellon Larethian but talks about a couple of other gods like Garl Glittergold and Moradin. I find the book interesting, but Glorfindel's arguments are flawed and poorly thought out."

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@The Harbinger of Ferocity Are you still in the hospital? Because there's no hallways in there. There's the front/store, the back/operating room, and a few side rooms containing their stock.

Waeldeshore 1.0 [CONCLUDED]

If @IcePezz wants to post, I'll wait for her. Otherwise I can have a post up by the end of today

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

@knighthawk Hell hounds are classed in D&D, as Outsiders. Dealing with their blood in the first place, as a good-aligned character, is a bad move. Its like handling radioactive waste. MAGIC radioactive waste. SOUL waste.

We don't have the proper protection to be handling contaminants of this sort. But oh well, now we've got bad blood.

@Horrid

Well, outsiders don't leave a body to extract blood in the first place if we're going by D&D rules. Their body dissolves into whatever essence comprises their bodies, usually positive, or in a hellhound's case negative.

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

"Thank you for your concern Sister, but I've had enough rest to last me awhile." After she said this, there was a loud gurgling from her Vaeri's stomach. She paused for a second, a rose tint slightly coloring her scarred cheeks. "Maybe a small meal would do me good. I will leave you be. Farewell." Vaeri turned and left Lob, Wyslan and Agnes to their own devices. She estimated that sleepiness wouldn't begin to affect her again until just before dusk. It suited her just fine. After all, the likelihood of tomorrow being as eventful as today was rather slim.

As she left the Apothecary, Vaeri looked at Sana cradling the child, surrounded by a surprisingly large group of people. Vaeri walked past without breaking stride. She was bad enough with humans, let alone children. She'd probably frighten or upset the girl further. Of note among the crowd was the armor stranger from before, now with his helmet removed. Coincidentally, his face was scarred like hers, but whereas her scars were each rather small and compounded into a large network of disfigured skin, his were much larger and easily noticeable. What an odd man. From her bag she pulled out a package of travelling rations and small book. Vaeri walked over to the front of the inn and sat down in front of it. There she read her book, enjoying an impromptu picnic in the twilight.

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

Vaeri gathered the claws she had collected and held them in her two hands cupped together, like how one would collect river water to drink without a waterskin on hand. The claws were fairly large, too large to easily carry the half dozen she'd harvested from the hellhound in one hand. Lob had taken the body of the beast into the apothecary. He was an odd one. Perhaps he identified more with beasts than he did with people. There had been a few people like that in Lianyu, but they would disappear to become druids rather than mimic the beasts themselves. They were also far less fun to be around. Anytime you'd eat meat around them they would begin lecturing you on ethics and the value of all life.

Fiona decided to take the anti-paladin's sword for herself, a decision Vaeri didn't approve of, but wouldn't discuss. If it were up to her, everything about that man would be left in a ditch and forgotten, but she could understand the use such a weapon would be to someone like Fiona.

"I am not familiar with him. Perhaps Sana knows who he was. She did stay behind to work out some personal issues." This armored man on a white steed was mysterious, he reminded Vaeri of a few human stories she heard. They would sometimes feature a knight in shining armor coming to save the day. It was an odd fixture, but this man had an obvious appearance of nobility. She turned from the armored man and entered the apothecary. The claws were deposited at an empty spot on the counter were hopefully Wyslan would see.

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

Vaeri plated the base of her axe onto the ground and took a few seconds to catch her breath. She had hoped that the holy flames would be enough to off the unholy warrior, but it being the catalyst to his defeat was acceptable. She placed her right hand over the gash in her left arm and made a silent prayer as golden light glowed from her palm. To her surprise, there was no wound to heal. When did that get fixed? Vaeri vaguely remembered her arm feeling weird when Sana began singing, that was probably when the wound was mended. She looked around saw that the only ones injured now were the two dead unholy ones. Justice prevails. Vaeri walked over to the antipaladin's corpse and spat on it before turning to the body of the hell hound.

"I will extract the claws from the hound. I'll be right back." Vaeri walked back to her room, her bag sitting open on the floor. She shoved her weapons back into the magical pack and pulled out her carving knife. The cloak was retrieved from the floor and shaken a few times to remove any dust or dirt that had accumulated on it before she put it on. She decided to keep her face revealed, however. It wasn't cold, the skies were clear and everyone outside had already seen her face. The elf returned to the battlefield twirling the blade in between her fingertips. She was a skilled, practiced hunter. She'd been hunting since she was 25. Granted back in those days she was firing a toy bow at the local squirrels the sly beasties always managed to avoid the arrows no matter how well she aimed. It still counted. Something as simply as removing a few claws should be child's play. Still, Vaeri couldn't completely shake the thought that asked "What if you ruin it now?"

It may have been doubt, it may have been unfamiliarity with skinning canines, but Vaeri actually did screw up her first few tries, causing first two claws to snap instead of coming out cleanly. By the four claw, she had found her stride and extracted 6 of the beast's claws before feeling satisfied. Maybe they only needed one claw, but it was better to have too much than too little.

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

Because that's basically what it is.

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

Vaeri laughed as the anti-paladin's strike was intercepted by Lob. So far in this fight he had had great timing, first dismounting the fiend and now potentially breaking his arm. And now a newcomer joined the battle a mysterious armored warrior on a brilliant white horse. His blow knocked the unholy warrior into a vulnerable position and she could feel the divine magic starting to fade, so she took a hint from Sana's magical music.

"Nobody approach the unholy one! Burn to ashes! Flame Strike!" Vaeri gestured towards the antipaladin, a beam of light signalling where the holy flames would strike him.

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Kayleth patiently waited for Durin and Isabaeu to disrobe as she got ready for any impending surgery she may or may not have to perform. She knew her hands were clean, but the blood stained the otherwise pure white skin of her hands. She knew it would take a day or two to disappear, but a lot of people were unnerved by it in the meantime. Simply looking at the dwarf she could easily diagnose that the only problem with him was blood loss and the hole in his chest. It didn't pierce through, so it wouldn't be as difficult as it could be. The human on the other hand would be simpler but more difficult at the same time.

Ashara touched Tirarrian lightly on the shoulder. In her hands were two large loose-fitting white tunics that were obviously of a finer make than most cloth available in Waeldeshore. Surprisingly, she had made almost no noise approaching the gnome from behind.

"I must ask you to please wait in the front of the store. Your presence here could distract the doctor." She spoke in a soft, high pitched voice. One that didn't sound older than a 16 year old human.

"As long as she remains quiet and doesn't stick her nose in my operation, she should be fine," Kayleth interrupted as she got to work on inspecting Izzy's body. "That includes looking through any of my tools or medicines and bothering any of my patients. They need rest if they're too recover." Ashara nodded and handed the clothes to Tirarrian, leaving to tend to the rest of the wounded. Kayleth's hands worked quickly, giving on the lightest of touches as they danced across her skin. They were reminiscent of a spider weaving a web in the dim light of dawn. Her hands were cold, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. Occasionally the fingers would pause, pushing or pulling the skin as Kayleth looked a bit closer, but soon enough they would resume their journey to all of the wounds on Izzy's body. After a few minutes the elf took a step back.

"With proper treatment and rest I can have these completely healed in 2 days. Not a trace of scab or scars. If you don't want to bother with waiting here for that long, you can leave immediately after I finish. You'll need to keep the bandages on for 5 to 7 days though. You must not remove them before 5 days have passed." Kayleth then addressed the dwarf. "You I will need to stay here for three days at least unless you want to lose the function of your left arm. We'll prepare for your surgery immediately after I finish with her."

@IcePezz @The Fated Fallen