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I'd like to post, but I think my next one might take a bit, and I don't think I'll have time tonight. I'll make one tomorrow, hopefully early. Goodnight.
Lyn and Ssarak Dyreackthanose
Lyn’s heart clenched deeper into her chest as if someone had squeezed it tightly, inwardly prayed her idiotic actions hadn’t worsened things. If only she had asked Lucilia more about the little vials before the vampire helped smuggle her inside, then maybe, despite the reality, she could’ve braced for the downward spiral. At least grabbed a hold of the wagon’s edge first.
Why…why wasn’t she better at this? Lyn inwardly scolded herself.
Her drowning eyes peered up, her body still shaking, when she felt Alaira move. The half elf pulled out two strange stones, each marked with a series of sigils and symbols, a blue glowing ink filled the creases, into a complex circular pattern over the flat face. In the center was a star. Both rune looked crude and rather silly, however they held an intermediate’s artist’s pride and soul which to heal several types of wounds. For a moment Lyn’s tears had ceased to look at the item in awe before it was placed upon her forehead. Warmth, followed by a pleasant tingle swirled from where the rune came into contact with her skin. Her skin took on a soft, slight glow that made her outline a bit fuzzy in its check over her. Other than a few bumps and bruises, the rune didn’t find anything life threatening to heal. However, instead of fading back to its original state, the blue ink glowed a slight red in response to something unknown.
Something beyond its design to heal as the cause was unknown.
It was a brief display, one so short and subtle, that in Alaira’s condition it was reasonable she wouldn’t have paid any thoughts to it. Or noticed it. Lyn had never seen any of Sam’s healing runes do that before, but then again she hadn’t had one used often on her. Usually her mother wanted her to heal naturally, to boost her own immunity, and gain some toughness in her skin from it. Even broken bones, a rarity with everyone’s, namely Alaira and her father, observant eyes and quick actions, had requested to remain for a few days before being mended. It was a lesson well learned though only for a few weeks before she started to climb once again.
Once the rune deactivated, Alaira’s words started to peer through her rattled emotions.
“I-I’m so sorry Lyn…So sorry…”
What did she have to be sorry about? Lyn wondered, worried her Aunt had done something bad but quickly tossed the notion away. Alaira wouldn’t do anything bad. She was a good person, even if she had her flaws, Lyn’s arms tightened to squeeze what little comfort into her care taker. To say it was going to be alright. However it seemed to help very little while Alaira continued, her throat rattled and blood specks were thrown up from the harsh sound.
"Lyn... M-mei's fine, Lyn... Stop crying..." Lyn felt a wave of guilt again edge into her heart.
She hated to see Alaira’s state. Gently she felt her hair stroked and gave a forced smile, her hands gripped tightly about the rune placed into her hand. Then slowly she was lifted, listening to each word and growing more tensed with each cough, then placed to the side as Alaira collapsed. Quickly Lyn placed the rune down and tried to shake Alaira. She whimpered, fearful her caregiver wasn’t going to wake. Gently she leaned her head down, her ear strained for any sign of life, rewarded by two glorious things: a heartbeat, faint, but strong followed by shallow breathing. Lyn lifted her head to looked pleadingly to Darius, missing his glare at Alaira earlier, for help yet the man had already turned his back to deal with the driver.
It was then, Ssarak’s voice filled with soothing and reassurance. ‘Do not worry, little one. Meirin and I are alive, we merely need to find a way back up.’
Lyn nodded, but while the guilt had faded, the worry hadn’t. Please hurry... Lyn said, using the name she had heard once before used for the young woman. It likely would be rather clear to them Lyn hadn’t had any experience with severe cases of Blood Sickness, even her own was mild compared to Alaira’s action. She didn’t know she was witnessing a severe reaction due to overexertion and past consequences, the latter from a time she was too young to understand.
Ssarak could still hear Lyn's voice, her fear, in his mind. He had only caught a glimpse of Alaira before he dove after Meirin, but from the thoughts he could hear from the others, he could tell she was not in a good position. His eyes darted around the landscape until he spotted a section of the hill by the river that seemed just shallow enough for them to climb. "We need to get up to the others; I believe Alaira is in trouble." Ssarak informed Meirin. He did not like moving on without assessing her injuries, but the situation did not afford them the luxury of time. Regardless, he kept a close eye on Meirin and gave help when needed.
Given that Alaira was unconscious for much of the trip, she stayed in the wagon while Ssarak carried Lyn. Although she could walk on her own, with what Lyn had been through, Ssarak assumed that she would be exhausted. His outward armored appearance might not suggest it, but Ssarak was surprisingly gentle in handling Lyn. After having gone through raising three children of his own, he knew exactly how to hold her in order to keep her comfortable, despite his armor. Indeed, unless there was something fundamentally different about her that he was not already aware of, then caring for her would be well-within his skill set.
Ssarak heard the caravan driver's objections to Lyn's presence, but he mostly remained silent and ignored them. No matter how much he shouted or argued, it would ultimately be up to the guards on how to proceed, as it was they who had the position of strength in this situation. He could not continue on without them, and it would even be dangerous for him to just try and return to the college alone. Despite this, Ssarak did agree at least partially with the caravan master. He did not believe it safe nor wise to complete their mission with Lyn. He was hardly going to abandon her or anything, but he did feel that it would be best just to turn around and head back to the college. They could try making the trip again later, and whatever they would gain by proceeding with the mission could not be worth risking Lyn's life.
As they entered the town, there were a fair number of issues to deal with. The caravan master was handling their rooms, and Ssarak did not believe his own injuries serious enough to warrant paying for the physician, but Ssarak was concerned for the health of Meirin and Alaira. Even if she had nearly caused their deaths, he did not wish to see her harmed. After she recovered, however, they would need to confront her about her recklessness. Lyn was someone she cared about deeply, so perhaps hearing how she had nearly caused her death would be enough to force her to listen.
Outside the inn, Ssarak walked alongside Meirin as they were leaving the wagon. She had appeared to be shaken up after falling from the bridge, and he, of course, wanted to know if her condition had improved. "How are you feeling, Meirin? Do you think it will be necessary for you to visit a healer?"
Lyn’s heart clenched deeper into her chest as if someone had squeezed it tightly, inwardly prayed her idiotic actions hadn’t worsened things. If only she had asked Lucilia more about the little vials before the vampire helped smuggle her inside, then maybe, despite the reality, she could’ve braced for the downward spiral. At least grabbed a hold of the wagon’s edge first.
Why…why wasn’t she better at this? Lyn inwardly scolded herself.
Her drowning eyes peered up, her body still shaking, when she felt Alaira move. The half elf pulled out two strange stones, each marked with a series of sigils and symbols, a blue glowing ink filled the creases, into a complex circular pattern over the flat face. In the center was a star. Both rune looked crude and rather silly, however they held an intermediate’s artist’s pride and soul which to heal several types of wounds. For a moment Lyn’s tears had ceased to look at the item in awe before it was placed upon her forehead. Warmth, followed by a pleasant tingle swirled from where the rune came into contact with her skin. Her skin took on a soft, slight glow that made her outline a bit fuzzy in its check over her. Other than a few bumps and bruises, the rune didn’t find anything life threatening to heal. However, instead of fading back to its original state, the blue ink glowed a slight red in response to something unknown.
Something beyond its design to heal as the cause was unknown.
It was a brief display, one so short and subtle, that in Alaira’s condition it was reasonable she wouldn’t have paid any thoughts to it. Or noticed it. Lyn had never seen any of Sam’s healing runes do that before, but then again she hadn’t had one used often on her. Usually her mother wanted her to heal naturally, to boost her own immunity, and gain some toughness in her skin from it. Even broken bones, a rarity with everyone’s, namely Alaira and her father, observant eyes and quick actions, had requested to remain for a few days before being mended. It was a lesson well learned though only for a few weeks before she started to climb once again.
Once the rune deactivated, Alaira’s words started to peer through her rattled emotions.
“I-I’m so sorry Lyn…So sorry…”
What did she have to be sorry about? Lyn wondered, worried her Aunt had done something bad but quickly tossed the notion away. Alaira wouldn’t do anything bad. She was a good person, even if she had her flaws, Lyn’s arms tightened to squeeze what little comfort into her care taker. To say it was going to be alright. However it seemed to help very little while Alaira continued, her throat rattled and blood specks were thrown up from the harsh sound.
"Lyn... M-mei's fine, Lyn... Stop crying..." Lyn felt a wave of guilt again edge into her heart.
She hated to see Alaira’s state. Gently she felt her hair stroked and gave a forced smile, her hands gripped tightly about the rune placed into her hand. Then slowly she was lifted, listening to each word and growing more tensed with each cough, then placed to the side as Alaira collapsed. Quickly Lyn placed the rune down and tried to shake Alaira. She whimpered, fearful her caregiver wasn’t going to wake. Gently she leaned her head down, her ear strained for any sign of life, rewarded by two glorious things: a heartbeat, faint, but strong followed by shallow breathing. Lyn lifted her head to looked pleadingly to Darius, missing his glare at Alaira earlier, for help yet the man had already turned his back to deal with the driver.
It was then, Ssarak’s voice filled with soothing and reassurance. ‘Do not worry, little one. Meirin and I are alive, we merely need to find a way back up.’
Lyn nodded, but while the guilt had faded, the worry hadn’t. Please hurry... Lyn said, using the name she had heard once before used for the young woman. It likely would be rather clear to them Lyn hadn’t had any experience with severe cases of Blood Sickness, even her own was mild compared to Alaira’s action. She didn’t know she was witnessing a severe reaction due to overexertion and past consequences, the latter from a time she was too young to understand.
Ssarak could still hear Lyn's voice, her fear, in his mind. He had only caught a glimpse of Alaira before he dove after Meirin, but from the thoughts he could hear from the others, he could tell she was not in a good position. His eyes darted around the landscape until he spotted a section of the hill by the river that seemed just shallow enough for them to climb. "We need to get up to the others; I believe Alaira is in trouble." Ssarak informed Meirin. He did not like moving on without assessing her injuries, but the situation did not afford them the luxury of time. Regardless, he kept a close eye on Meirin and gave help when needed.
Given that Alaira was unconscious for much of the trip, she stayed in the wagon while Ssarak carried Lyn. Although she could walk on her own, with what Lyn had been through, Ssarak assumed that she would be exhausted. His outward armored appearance might not suggest it, but Ssarak was surprisingly gentle in handling Lyn. After having gone through raising three children of his own, he knew exactly how to hold her in order to keep her comfortable, despite his armor. Indeed, unless there was something fundamentally different about her that he was not already aware of, then caring for her would be well-within his skill set.
Ssarak heard the caravan driver's objections to Lyn's presence, but he mostly remained silent and ignored them. No matter how much he shouted or argued, it would ultimately be up to the guards on how to proceed, as it was they who had the position of strength in this situation. He could not continue on without them, and it would even be dangerous for him to just try and return to the college alone. Despite this, Ssarak did agree at least partially with the caravan master. He did not believe it safe nor wise to complete their mission with Lyn. He was hardly going to abandon her or anything, but he did feel that it would be best just to turn around and head back to the college. They could try making the trip again later, and whatever they would gain by proceeding with the mission could not be worth risking Lyn's life.
As they entered the town, there were a fair number of issues to deal with. The caravan master was handling their rooms, and Ssarak did not believe his own injuries serious enough to warrant paying for the physician, but Ssarak was concerned for the health of Meirin and Alaira. Even if she had nearly caused their deaths, he did not wish to see her harmed. After she recovered, however, they would need to confront her about her recklessness. Lyn was someone she cared about deeply, so perhaps hearing how she had nearly caused her death would be enough to force her to listen.
Outside the inn, Ssarak walked alongside Meirin as they were leaving the wagon. She had appeared to be shaken up after falling from the bridge, and he, of course, wanted to know if her condition had improved. "How are you feeling, Meirin? Do you think it will be necessary for you to visit a healer?"
Sure, link it to me.
Do you wish to see if it would be appropriate to collab?
Fallenreaper said
Shouldn't be long. I'll let your post bring Lyn into the village then, unless you want to see if we can combine our posts in a small collab?
Perhaps. Mine is mostly finished, so I don't know if it will really work, but we could see.
Ah, I may need to edit the one I'm writing then. I assumed she would be exhausted after exerting her magic like that, so I was having Ssarak carry her to the village. I suppose I'll just wait for you to finish.
Although, I don't think he would want to leave her unattended. Given he played a role in her creation, he would be rather concerned for her.
Although, I don't think he would want to leave her unattended. Given he played a role in her creation, he would be rather concerned for her.
Rtron said
I mean, come on, what is Arcadius, the skeleton of a barbarian?
No, he is an elegant skeleton for a more civilized age.
Hmm, now I need to figure out exactly what to do. Free, do you think Alaira will be conscious by the time we reach town?
I still have a few hours before I am going to be home. Speaking of which, I need to go to class.
Meesei nodded affirmatively, then immediately turned her head to Ahnasha, as she was the most skilled among them at remaining hidden. She did not even need to ask for Ahnasha to understand.
"Once we get close enough, I can scout ahead at what we're walking into." Ahnasha confirmed.
Vinaremo crossed his arms with a skeptical expression. "Very well, but do not be seen. If you needlessly compromise our element of surprise, then our Masters will not look favorably upon you."
Ahnasha gave a chuckle. "If you can see me, then it is because I want you to see me." She said with a bit of arrogant pride.
Vinaremo ignored Ahnasha's comment as he began to lead them in the direction of the ruined village. "Come, let's get this over with." As he walked along, he glanced up to the canopy of the trees above him at the small beams of light that just barely managed to pierce through to the ground below. His Masters' magic negated almost all of the negative effects of sunlight, but that would not be so once they traveled beyond it. "I hate traveling in the day." He grumbled, pulling his hood over his head.
Just as Vinaremo had said, it only took a few hours of walking before they were close to their destination. It was about noon, and while the trees of Black Marsh caused the entire province to seem darker than usual, hence the name, it felt like a sunny day in an open field in comparison to where they had came from. The air no longer felt as heavy, and without the fog covering the ground, they could actually see a fair distance in front of them. The vampires in the group, however, were significantly less relieved. It was almost humorous to see them walking with their heads down, trying to cover any bit of flesh that was exposed to the light. Regardless, once they reached a good place to stop, Ahnasha went on ahead to scout the village and help them form their plan of attack.
Meanwhile, Vinaremo began the preparations for their ruse. The tireless skeletons they had brought along had also been serving the role of pack mules by carrying bags full of supplies. He and a few of the other cultists took the bags and took out four worn sack robes, then put them on the skeletons over their armor. To finish off the disguise, they put an execution hood on each of the skeletons' heads and hiding their undead nature.
"These will be our 'prisoners'." Vinaremo began. "We are to meet in the courtyard of the ruined town for the exchange. If we are lucky, then they will take them before they betray us, so the thralls will be able to attack them from within their lines. Oh, and you will need these." Reaching into one of the bags, Vinaremo produced a small stack of folded black robes similar to his own, which he dropped on the ground in front of the pack. "If you are not taking part in this ambush you are planning, then you will need to put these on before we head into the village, as you need to blend in with the rest of us. You can discard them when the fight starts if they interfere with your fighting; We just cannot have you sticking out from the rest of us."
Ahnasha was cautious and patient in her observations of the ruined village, so it took about an hour for her to return, but the information she gained was quite detailed. As soon as she was back with the group and filled in on the plan, she gave her assessment of the situation. "I was able to get a good look at most of the village, or at least the part we are concerned with. The courtyard we are meant to meet in is fairly open, which can work for or against us. From the direction we are going to be entering, there is a hill to the left of the courtyard, and on that hill there are two buildings that are still structurally sound enough to make good vantage points for archers. Of course, these mercenaries already know that, because I saw a few of their archers trying to hide up there. Myself and Fendros could sneak up there before we head into the town and take out the archers on one of the buildings silently. We could take their spots, then, once the fight starts, we could shoot the archers off of the other building and use it as our own vantage point. I think the buildings are a bit out of the range of Sabine's weapon. There is a burned out building on the right side of the courtyard, but again, there are a few mercenaries already lying in wait there. I don't think she could take them all out alone."
As soon as Ahnasha finished speaking, Vinaremo pointed to two of his people, a vampiric Argonian male and an Argonian female. "Mirisk-Kei, Nuulanth, you two join the girl." He ordered quickly before turning back to the pack. "They are skilled enough at remaining hidden to help...Sabine, is it? If we can not only eliminate, but capture both of their vantage points, then we should be able to end this quickly. Are there any objections, or are we ready to begin?"
"Once we get close enough, I can scout ahead at what we're walking into." Ahnasha confirmed.
Vinaremo crossed his arms with a skeptical expression. "Very well, but do not be seen. If you needlessly compromise our element of surprise, then our Masters will not look favorably upon you."
Ahnasha gave a chuckle. "If you can see me, then it is because I want you to see me." She said with a bit of arrogant pride.
Vinaremo ignored Ahnasha's comment as he began to lead them in the direction of the ruined village. "Come, let's get this over with." As he walked along, he glanced up to the canopy of the trees above him at the small beams of light that just barely managed to pierce through to the ground below. His Masters' magic negated almost all of the negative effects of sunlight, but that would not be so once they traveled beyond it. "I hate traveling in the day." He grumbled, pulling his hood over his head.
Just as Vinaremo had said, it only took a few hours of walking before they were close to their destination. It was about noon, and while the trees of Black Marsh caused the entire province to seem darker than usual, hence the name, it felt like a sunny day in an open field in comparison to where they had came from. The air no longer felt as heavy, and without the fog covering the ground, they could actually see a fair distance in front of them. The vampires in the group, however, were significantly less relieved. It was almost humorous to see them walking with their heads down, trying to cover any bit of flesh that was exposed to the light. Regardless, once they reached a good place to stop, Ahnasha went on ahead to scout the village and help them form their plan of attack.
Meanwhile, Vinaremo began the preparations for their ruse. The tireless skeletons they had brought along had also been serving the role of pack mules by carrying bags full of supplies. He and a few of the other cultists took the bags and took out four worn sack robes, then put them on the skeletons over their armor. To finish off the disguise, they put an execution hood on each of the skeletons' heads and hiding their undead nature.
"These will be our 'prisoners'." Vinaremo began. "We are to meet in the courtyard of the ruined town for the exchange. If we are lucky, then they will take them before they betray us, so the thralls will be able to attack them from within their lines. Oh, and you will need these." Reaching into one of the bags, Vinaremo produced a small stack of folded black robes similar to his own, which he dropped on the ground in front of the pack. "If you are not taking part in this ambush you are planning, then you will need to put these on before we head into the village, as you need to blend in with the rest of us. You can discard them when the fight starts if they interfere with your fighting; We just cannot have you sticking out from the rest of us."
Ahnasha was cautious and patient in her observations of the ruined village, so it took about an hour for her to return, but the information she gained was quite detailed. As soon as she was back with the group and filled in on the plan, she gave her assessment of the situation. "I was able to get a good look at most of the village, or at least the part we are concerned with. The courtyard we are meant to meet in is fairly open, which can work for or against us. From the direction we are going to be entering, there is a hill to the left of the courtyard, and on that hill there are two buildings that are still structurally sound enough to make good vantage points for archers. Of course, these mercenaries already know that, because I saw a few of their archers trying to hide up there. Myself and Fendros could sneak up there before we head into the town and take out the archers on one of the buildings silently. We could take their spots, then, once the fight starts, we could shoot the archers off of the other building and use it as our own vantage point. I think the buildings are a bit out of the range of Sabine's weapon. There is a burned out building on the right side of the courtyard, but again, there are a few mercenaries already lying in wait there. I don't think she could take them all out alone."
As soon as Ahnasha finished speaking, Vinaremo pointed to two of his people, a vampiric Argonian male and an Argonian female. "Mirisk-Kei, Nuulanth, you two join the girl." He ordered quickly before turning back to the pack. "They are skilled enough at remaining hidden to help...Sabine, is it? If we can not only eliminate, but capture both of their vantage points, then we should be able to end this quickly. Are there any objections, or are we ready to begin?"
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