Dragoknighte

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Durin awoke to find himself in a dark room. He tried to sit up and found himself strapped down. This immediately kicked his mind into the past. He checked himself for any wounds from the last fight, and for where they could have taken his possessions. There was a faint ache in his chest, right by the left shoulder, but he felt otherwise fine. All he was wearing was a gown and some pants. Durin shifted, rocking the surface he was strapped to quite a bit to test the strength of the bindings. Even his great strength was not enough to free him. The band across his ribs did not feel metal, so this band of leather must be secured very well to bind him. Durin rocked a few more times just in case before checking the rest of the situation.

He could spot several other people lying like him. Other gladiators no doubt. The room was also rather large, enough to fit 3 score people if you tried hard enough. Durin flexed his hands, they felt strong, but his left was a bit slower than the right, probably from the injury. The leather binding him was firm, but the mistake everyone made with him was underestimating how slippery a dwarf could be. With about 12 minutes of dedicated shimmying Durin found himself freed of the contraption. The pathway leading to the outside did not seem to be guarded, the fools, as stealthily as he could, Durin crept towards safety.

Until he found his path blocked by a young human girl who looked tired and rather irritated.

"I knew I should have stopped her from using the belt." she said, rubbing her eyes.

"Out of my way girl, do not speak of this and I'll let you walk away from this." Durin replied, his eyes darting around for any more guards that were inbound. A girl such as her did not deserve to be ended.

"You're not well enough to leave yet. Your gnome friend arranged a meeting at the inn at dawn while Lady Kayleth operated on you. She left after we finished up hours ago. You were still out after we finished treating the last of the guards from the afternoon's battle, and she did not want you walking out without knowing about this, which is why she used the strap. Now could you please just, go back to bed." the girl explained before walking off into the Dark. Durin stood there confused. Battle? What battle could there have-

There was a bunch of skeletons attacking the town. There was an ugly demon shooting icicles. It ran off. He led the gnome and human broads here. Rubbing his forehead, Durin returned to his spot in the clinic and went back to sleep.

@The Fated Fallen

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Well Durin's in the middle of being operated on. He should be ready to travel in the morning.

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@The Fated Fallen I thought we were pretty well done for today in the clinic. Unless @IcePezz wants me to initiate the time skip

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

Shrugging as the man called his horse and rode off after the gypsy woman left, Kazuo popped the piece of meat in his mouth and placed his palm back to its resting place on the pommel of his sword. It was quite good, but seeing it chewed up not one minute ago made it feel worse in his mouth than it should have and he was not inclined to have more. His other hand waved at Shela, declining the meat she was offering him. Still, the bit of food helped him relax, his body visibly loosening as he leaned back and studied the odd people he found himself sitting with in the cave. Trombe exhaled loudly behind Kazuo as Shela spoke in its direction. The horse didn't seem to like her.

"Easy, easy." Kazuo said softly to the beast. He patted the flank of the horse a couple of times before returning his attention to the conversation at hand. Cinder sickness? He was pretty sure he had heard of it before. If he was thinking of the right thing, it was like getting burns from the inside. Nasty stuff. Seemed kind of odd for such a simple task to need so many people. Cinder sickness didn't really have a reputation for being that hard to cure. It wasn't his business.

"So what brings you to this part of the woods, Shela?" It was pretty obvious that everyone in this cave but him and Shela were a bit on edge. Maybe her telling a bit more about herself would help defuse the tension. Or the question might backfire and piss off everyone even more. It was worth the gamble. After all they'd only have to make it through this night. The weather did not seem like it would keep up into the next day.

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

Kazuo sat back watching the whole scene play out. Seemed like the lady-dwarf was making it her business to piss off everyone else in this cave, making "advances" at random men, insulting appearances of people trying to converse, showing her chewed up food to the guy with the weird scarring. She did give him ale though. With his spare hand he grabbed the flask and looked at it. His mother had taught him to not drink alcohol. It dulled the senses and ruined your coordination and ability to think, perhaps your greatest strength in a fight. Also it smelled rather foul, but he wasn't going to say that aloud.

Shela's reward for her stunning behavior was having half a boar carcass dumped on her lap. Kazuo looked at the thin slice of meat in between his fingers, at the carcass, at the scarred man, then back at his meat. He had made sure that the slice was so thin as to be less than a mouthful, nothing that would be missed but...

"If you want it back, I don't mind." Kazuo extends the meat out. The emptiness in his stomach wasn't worth the enmity of the guy with his big sword out.

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

The wet squishing of hooves walking through the mud was the only sound in the forest asides from the quiet howl of the wind and steady drumming of the frigid rain. The steed, dark as charcoal strolled through the woods carrying its master, a lean looking man in common street clothes, who looked mildly annoyed, but other than an occasional blink did not seem to acknowledge the weather around him. His left hand loosely held onto the reins of the horse, the right resting on the pommel of an odd sword sheathed on his hip.

For the past hour he had been traveling towards a large pillar of light he had seen. He had been riding for days. He wasn't really sure where he was going, but that had been his modus operandi for the past 4 years.

Eventually he saw a small trail of smoke rising in the air rising from the woods. Perhaps an encampment? He directed his steed to weave through the trees, coming about to a great tree-cavern filled with quite the number of colorful characters. He walked his horse into the cave, careful not to bump into anyone or anything and dismounted. He had the face of a foreigner, with pointed eyes, tan skin and hints of elvish pointedness in his ears that stuck out of his hair. It was difficult to tell much more about him, since his shoulder-length hair was soaking wet and covered much of his head.

"I hope I'm not encroaching. I would greatly appreciate a bit of your food." As he said this, the man walked over and carved a slice of the hog meat without waiting for a reply with his utility knife. He walked back over to his horse, now laying on the floor and sat down cross-legged, his sandals poking up into the air. "Name's Kazuo." The man points at the horse, "This is Trombe." The horse whinnies a greeting to the rest of the people in the cave,

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"I shall have the Dwarf's operation done within the next hour. After a night's rest, he should be able to be part of your meet-up. However, he will also be assisted by either myself or Ashara." From the sounds of people's voices, the way they walked, breathed or shifted their weight, Kayleth had a pretty good idea of how the conversation had gone done both vocally and physically. Covered to her wrists in blood though she was, such a giant man making a ruckus acting like he owned the place was distracting ant it ticked her off. The arrogance of it all almost made her want to slap him, but that wouldn't be very ladylike.

"Look," she said, her tone of voice changing to something more akin to tired resignation, "I don't know you, I don't know what medical skills you have, for all I know you might be a psycho looking to poison my patients, but seeing how Ashara and I are swamped with work as it is, I will make an exception this once and let you help. Ashara and I will be keeping an eye on you. Don't think you can easily hide something from the ears of an elf."

@The Fated Fallen @The Harbinger of Ferocity

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

"I would be glad to converse with you, Derrix. I rarely have a chance to speak about such things. Most I try to bring it up with believe me to be an evangelist." Vaeri leaned back and watched the meat cook. As great as the food smelled, it did not serve to make Vaeri feel famished, but made the cave feel cozy and inviting. She had guessed she wouldn't feel tired until dusk, but the bitter cold of the rain made one feel weary down to her bones. As she watched the meat cook, she found it harder and harder to keep her eyes open. Vaeri never got the chance to tell Sana that she had clothes that could use hanging, because by the time the gypsy asked, she was already lying out on the ground, unconscious and breathing softly.

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

There's room, but a Necromancer probably wouldn't go well given the make up of the party.

Cinder Sickness - A DnD style classic RP

Vaeri accepted the shirt from Derrix with her free hand, she nodded at him in silent appreciation of the gesture. With one hand she fumbled to get the shirt on, but managed to get it on in less than a minute. The last thing she did as she adjusted the shirt was pull out her necklace from underneath the shirt. Even while topless she had kept on her holy symbol. Derrix's shirt was large on her. It may have even been possible to fit another one of her in this shirt and the neck line was designed for a large man lead to it hanging down to show off a bit more of her chest than Vaeri would normally (none at all). However, it was dry and warm, which is all that mattered.

Vaeri reclined back to allow her pants and feet to better dry as she pondered Drizzak's question. While there certainly evil and unholy people in the world, most of them probably did not think of themselves as such. And they almost certainly would have some measure in good in them, affection for loved ones, an ideal they held dear, but did that make them good? And were they irredeemably evil? Are some people simply born evil, or did the circumstances surrounding them drive them to it? These questions were cut off when Fiona replied she was fine.

"Oh. That is what you meant. I am feeling sufficiently well. I've been better."