Now the tide had truly turned. The mercenaries' lines were not reforming and now all that remained was to kill as many as they could until they were routed. Janius stepped up beside Kaleeth and accompanied her in charging towards some of the mercenaries that were keeping their distance. A lightly armoured Argonian with a shortsword in each hand was Janius' first victim. The mercenary perceived their charge just enough to try and swing to ward Janius off, but Janius was a step ahead and parried before cutting his arm and then his throat. The next had recovered from Meesei's spell more quickly; an orc with heavier armour and an axe in one hand. Janius swung at him, but he managed to step back and act in a way that Janius didn't expect. The orc stepped up, grabbed the edge of Janius' shield, and spread magical frost swiftly along its surface until in encompassed Janius' arm completely in a numbing pain. Janius tried to struggle and swing at the orc's head, but the orc simply hooked their axes together and snarled into his face as the frost drained him.
"It worked! They're failing!" Sabine observed from their position alongside the battle. Just as well, too. Sabine was stooping for stones to sling amongst the rubble of the building at this point. There was plenty of material, but her shots weren't as consistent. Still, between herself and Mirisk, the mercenaries' numbers were being sufficiently thinned by their fire.
Fendros quickly alternated his fearful look between Ahnasha and the Breton as Ahnasha slowly slipped out of consciousness. At this point, Fendros was overtaken by anger. Before the Breton could touch him, Fendros raised a foot to his stomach and pressed him against the edge of the carriage. "If you so much as harmed her, I swear upon the reclamations, I will...I will tear you ap-..." Fendros trailed off. Even though the mage was now winded and the other guards in the carriage had levelled their crossbows at Fendros, the mage seemed to have no trouble casting his spell through Fendros' leg. Fendros gritted his teeth and tried to stay awake, but soon slumped to one side as the last of his energy left him. He took one last look at the now sideways Argonian and Breton before the carriage went dark.
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Dear Mr Curly,
I have done little travelling lately because I have been so dreadfully weary. Can it be true as the old Ecclesiastes said; that all things lead to weariness? Surely not. Perhaps the opposite is true: that all nothings lead to weariness. I have a peculiar feeling, Curly, that I am worn out from something I haven't yet done and the more I don't do it, the more exhausted I become. How strange. Could it be something I haven't realised? Perhaps it's something I haven't said? Something I haven't finished! It must be very large and true whatever it is and a lively struggle in the doing but I look forward to it immensely. I know I need it. First, however, I must curl up in my chair and sleep deeply with the duck. Perhaps I'll dream of this thing and wake up refreshed and do it. My fond wishes to you Mr. Curly, and to all Curly Flat.
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In an unthinking reaction, Janius raised his shield to block the incoming arrows. He braced for the pain that would come from them impacting his body, as he wasn't quite fast enough to stop them, but Meesei put herself between him and the projectiles before he could register how she did it. She was hit by one, but not too badly by her reaction.
Now with his situational awareness in a better state, Janius caught movement to one side. A spearman going for Meesei. Janius didn't even think about what could happen if the spear found its mark, he simply threw himself forward and struck the side of the shaft his shield, redirecting the thrust to one side and nullifying the spearman's initiative. Janius didn't have time to get past the spear's reach, so he settled for throwing a firebolt at the mercenary's chest. The impact caused the mercenary to flinch in a belated attempt to dodge, then shout in pain as the spell burned through his armour. He began to withdraw, too wounded to continue for the moment.
With his shield now poised for any more surprises, Janius started to step back towards the cultists' formation with Meesei. "Thanks," he said quickly between breaths and feeling like he should add some clever line. With how hectic the battle was, though, being witty was decidedly more difficult.
Sabine gave a quick blank glance to Mirisk after his response. She didn't think her outburst would be interpreted as a request. No matter, she spun another stone over her head and tried for another shot. She missed again, this time even more widely than before. However, after swiftly loading another stone, arrows fell upon the commander from the other direction. It must have been Fendros and Ahansha's work. Their shots found the commander's leg, thankfully, and Sabine was quick to capitalise on the commander's new limp. She very nearly found the commander's head with the next hurl. The stone landed on his upper back and was at just the right angle to daze the commander. Soon, he stumbled and was felled by arrows and spells alike. Sabine showed her teeth and exhaled sharply in triumph.
As soon as the commander fell, Fendros truly felt that the battle would only stay in their favour. This was why it was such a terrifying surprise to suddenly be paralysed and captured by a small group of newcomers. They were lead by an Argonian whom Fendros believed to be the noble in charge of hunting the cult. Apart from showing a face mixed with worry and anger, the worry showing more clearly when he looked at Ahnasha, Fendros didn't communicate in any way. He had no choice but to give in and be bound by the wrists, but he knew that the less he talked right now, the safer everyone would be.
Now with his situational awareness in a better state, Janius caught movement to one side. A spearman going for Meesei. Janius didn't even think about what could happen if the spear found its mark, he simply threw himself forward and struck the side of the shaft his shield, redirecting the thrust to one side and nullifying the spearman's initiative. Janius didn't have time to get past the spear's reach, so he settled for throwing a firebolt at the mercenary's chest. The impact caused the mercenary to flinch in a belated attempt to dodge, then shout in pain as the spell burned through his armour. He began to withdraw, too wounded to continue for the moment.
With his shield now poised for any more surprises, Janius started to step back towards the cultists' formation with Meesei. "Thanks," he said quickly between breaths and feeling like he should add some clever line. With how hectic the battle was, though, being witty was decidedly more difficult.
Sabine gave a quick blank glance to Mirisk after his response. She didn't think her outburst would be interpreted as a request. No matter, she spun another stone over her head and tried for another shot. She missed again, this time even more widely than before. However, after swiftly loading another stone, arrows fell upon the commander from the other direction. It must have been Fendros and Ahansha's work. Their shots found the commander's leg, thankfully, and Sabine was quick to capitalise on the commander's new limp. She very nearly found the commander's head with the next hurl. The stone landed on his upper back and was at just the right angle to daze the commander. Soon, he stumbled and was felled by arrows and spells alike. Sabine showed her teeth and exhaled sharply in triumph.
As soon as the commander fell, Fendros truly felt that the battle would only stay in their favour. This was why it was such a terrifying surprise to suddenly be paralysed and captured by a small group of newcomers. They were lead by an Argonian whom Fendros believed to be the noble in charge of hunting the cult. Apart from showing a face mixed with worry and anger, the worry showing more clearly when he looked at Ahnasha, Fendros didn't communicate in any way. He had no choice but to give in and be bound by the wrists, but he knew that the less he talked right now, the safer everyone would be.
Thank goodness for that, I was getting a little worried. I went through and backed up the RP as well. Welp, doesn't look like the worst happened. I'll put up the post I had before.
And yep, I've still got that titanpad. It's the one with the conversation with ryonara, right?
And yep, I've still got that titanpad. It's the one with the conversation with ryonara, right?
Janius was prepared to take the initiative and slam the shield bearer in front of him off balance once in reach, but he was surprised and momentarily blinded by Meesei's lightning-wreathed form bursting forth from behind the lines. Janius almost lashed out in defense before he recognised the shape as Meesei. Behind her, many of the mercenaries fumbled over their own feet, some outright falling over as they lost control of their nerves for a moment. Janius saw the opportunity and ran forward to take it, felling the nearest shield bearer in front of him by a swing to his neck. So focused was he on taking advantage of the situation that he didn't see the archers levelling their arrows towards him and the lines behind him. He needed warning.
Fendros loosed another arrow towards what looked like another mage. A miss. He stopped before shooting again to look down Ahnasha's arm, trying to spot what she was pointing out. The officer looked like he was the one barking out the commands. If they could kill him, the mercenary lines would soon falter. Fendros nodded firmly, then drew another arrow aimed in the commander's direction, "Alright, on your count," Fendros said.
Mirisk's target was a difficult one for Sabine to pick out at first, but as soon as she saw the commander, she placed another stone in her sling. "I could hit him if there weren't so many people running in front of him, but I will try," Sabine said without being sure. She spun up the stone and released it, the trajectory right to the commander's head. Before it reached him, though, the commander shifted without warrant and the stone whizzed behind him, finding the shoulder of an armoured mercenary nearby. The stone glanced off the mercenary's pauldron and left not only a jarring blow, but a sizable dent. Regardless, the commander was still up. "Make him still!" Sabine raised her voice in frustration, then readied another stone.
Fendros loosed another arrow towards what looked like another mage. A miss. He stopped before shooting again to look down Ahnasha's arm, trying to spot what she was pointing out. The officer looked like he was the one barking out the commands. If they could kill him, the mercenary lines would soon falter. Fendros nodded firmly, then drew another arrow aimed in the commander's direction, "Alright, on your count," Fendros said.
Mirisk's target was a difficult one for Sabine to pick out at first, but as soon as she saw the commander, she placed another stone in her sling. "I could hit him if there weren't so many people running in front of him, but I will try," Sabine said without being sure. She spun up the stone and released it, the trajectory right to the commander's head. Before it reached him, though, the commander shifted without warrant and the stone whizzed behind him, finding the shoulder of an armoured mercenary nearby. The stone glanced off the mercenary's pauldron and left not only a jarring blow, but a sizable dent. Regardless, the commander was still up. "Make him still!" Sabine raised her voice in frustration, then readied another stone.
After the stealthier members of their element moved into the room, Shiva hung onto the ladder underneath Shuo. His exosuit gave him not only more firepower, but more shock and awe. He would be better to take point with the noisy part. Shiva found a spot she could use as cover via the drone's video feed to the PDA on her wrist, then braced herself to move. With all the attention on Shuo or any other distractions, Shiva would easily be able to lay down some fire on the allocated group, adding to the noise and confusion.
Shiva took a deep breath to focus and reached around to her holstered weapon to double check the motion to draw it once she was a the top of the ladder. "Shiva, Ready," She mumbled over her comms.
Shiva took a deep breath to focus and reached around to her holstered weapon to double check the motion to draw it once she was a the top of the ladder. "Shiva, Ready," She mumbled over her comms.
Taking Ahnasha's advice, Fendros looked for targets near the rear of the mercenaries' rapidly recuperating formations. He had less arrows than there were enemies on the battlefield, but there were always the arrows of the dead archers to use if he needed them. In any case, he would have to make his shots count. His eye was first caught by the Redguard who turned the skeletons around. Naturally, it seemed that these people were prepared to fight the undead and spellcasters. Fendros lined up his shot carefully, then released an arrow aimed at his neck. With all the chaos down below, it was hard to predict movements from this distance and angle, but it was a better set of conditions than if they were on the ground with them all.
Sabine dropped the arrow. If the wound wasn't closing with just that potion she provided to Nuulanth, and she wasn't vulnerable to silver, then the arrow might have simply caused more damage than Sabine had estimated. All in all, she wasn't used to treating wounds without the assistance of magical healing as well, at least not wounds as bad as this. At least Nuulanth could still breath.
Not wanting her to sit dying, Sabine pulled out another flask from her satchel with a weak regenerative effect and pushed it in to Nuulanth's hands. "Drink this as well. Don't die," Sabine said plainly, though with a hint of sympathy after witnessing her and Mirisk's apparent relationship. Having done all she could, Sabine backed away and went to pick up her sling. All the chaos of the battle was making her uneasy, and when she grasped her sling in her hand, she had to scrunch her eyes shut to not yelp at the pain in her left wrist. It would heal quickly, having not been silver, but it still hurt. She might have mitigated the pain with a potion, but she only had one left on her person after treating Nuulanth. All the rest were in the hands of the pack. Nevertheless, she was still able to pick targets across the courtyard and attempt to hit them with slung rocks. Shots to the head were most effective.
The main fight was starting to shift in advantage now that the skeletons were out of the picture. Janius saw them forming up and rallying. After fending off the spearman for a moment longer, he stepped back and withdrew behind his friendly lines, Giving Janius to step back as well. The previously off-balance Nord had been overcomitted and was felled by a powerful firebolt from one of the cultists. Janius stood by Kaleeth again and kept his eyes on the advancing shield wall. There were too many to flank them, and the initial destruction spells against their surfaces proved fruitless. Janius even tossed a fireball of his own into the mix, but apart from halting one of the shield bearers for a step, no damage was done. They soon came close enough that the long spears that stuck out between the shields began to threaten them. Janius had to rely on his neighbours for protection from other spears, but from his front, he was able to trap one spear under the beard of his axe and snap off its head under his own strength. They were only a few paces away from the weapon reach of the shield bearers themselves. When that happened, the real melee would begin.
Janius could feel his heart beating hard. A battle on this scale was bigger than the slayers' lair near Vos. This was probably the biggest battle he had ever been a part of.
Sabine dropped the arrow. If the wound wasn't closing with just that potion she provided to Nuulanth, and she wasn't vulnerable to silver, then the arrow might have simply caused more damage than Sabine had estimated. All in all, she wasn't used to treating wounds without the assistance of magical healing as well, at least not wounds as bad as this. At least Nuulanth could still breath.
Not wanting her to sit dying, Sabine pulled out another flask from her satchel with a weak regenerative effect and pushed it in to Nuulanth's hands. "Drink this as well. Don't die," Sabine said plainly, though with a hint of sympathy after witnessing her and Mirisk's apparent relationship. Having done all she could, Sabine backed away and went to pick up her sling. All the chaos of the battle was making her uneasy, and when she grasped her sling in her hand, she had to scrunch her eyes shut to not yelp at the pain in her left wrist. It would heal quickly, having not been silver, but it still hurt. She might have mitigated the pain with a potion, but she only had one left on her person after treating Nuulanth. All the rest were in the hands of the pack. Nevertheless, she was still able to pick targets across the courtyard and attempt to hit them with slung rocks. Shots to the head were most effective.
The main fight was starting to shift in advantage now that the skeletons were out of the picture. Janius saw them forming up and rallying. After fending off the spearman for a moment longer, he stepped back and withdrew behind his friendly lines, Giving Janius to step back as well. The previously off-balance Nord had been overcomitted and was felled by a powerful firebolt from one of the cultists. Janius stood by Kaleeth again and kept his eyes on the advancing shield wall. There were too many to flank them, and the initial destruction spells against their surfaces proved fruitless. Janius even tossed a fireball of his own into the mix, but apart from halting one of the shield bearers for a step, no damage was done. They soon came close enough that the long spears that stuck out between the shields began to threaten them. Janius had to rely on his neighbours for protection from other spears, but from his front, he was able to trap one spear under the beard of his axe and snap off its head under his own strength. They were only a few paces away from the weapon reach of the shield bearers themselves. When that happened, the real melee would begin.
Janius could feel his heart beating hard. A battle on this scale was bigger than the slayers' lair near Vos. This was probably the biggest battle he had ever been a part of.
Fair enough. G'night!
"Right!" Fendros agreed, peering out of the window facing the opposite roof and drawing his arrow. He released shortly after Ahnasha did at the second mercenary he saw, but the impact of Ahnasha's first arrow was warning enough for the second mercenary to duck and weave away from Fendros' initial shot. Fendros drew another arrow and stayed aiming until the mercenary poked her head out. She was fast, though, and released an arrow without much time to aim before ducking back behind cover. Fendros pulled back behind the wall and heard the arrow whizz through the window and clack against the opposite wall. Quickly, he stepped and tried another shot. The folly of the last archer was trying to shoot again once Fendros had taken cover. She didn't have time to pull back and aim fully before Fendros did. Shortly after releasing his arrow, Fendros saw it fly straight to where the mercenary squatted and witnessed its shaft angle upwards as her head did, before her body slumped back.
Fendros drew another arrow and aimed at the tower for a moment. "Was that all of them?" He asked, "I'll need to get down to the courtyard if we are going to trap any more of their souls."
In the courtyard, Janius wasted no time in pulling back his hood to reveal his helmeted head, drawing his axe, and holding his shield out in front of him in a defensive posture. It was tempting to go into the fray and kill as many as he could while the mercenaries were disorganised, but he knew that he had to protect the pack and the cultists. Besides, the cultists were the ones with offensive magic on their side.
Trying to wrest some control from the situation, a nearby stocky Nord in heavy looking steel armour charged towards the cultists with a large lustrous sword in two hands. "Silver," Janius breathed. Janius shuffled his position and feinted at the Nord to stop his charge. Clearly enraged, but not without some self-preservation left, the Nord slowed and brought his attention to Janius. He swung down heavily at Janius' shoulder, causing Janius to step back and deflect the blow with his shield. The Nord hit hard, and was fast enough to reel back and swing at Janius' side before he could retaliate. Janius blocked this blow as well, then closed the distance between himself and his assailant and chopped at his middle. The Nord tried to step back, but wasn't fast enough. Janius' axe hit him with a muffled metallic thud and the Nord stumbled backwards with a large scratch on his cuirass for his troubles. Janius would have finished him off if not for the spear wielding, more nimble-garbed Argonian stepping up to strike. The Argonian thrust his spear at Janius with only just enough time to deflect it. He was forced back again while he struggled to be everywhere at once.
In the building on the other side, Sabine was beginning to look incredulous at Nuulanth's wounds. "The potion, it's not...It's supposed to help more." Sabine's mind tried to find a solution. Was it poison? Argonians are not supposed to be affected by poison as harshly as this, perhaps she was a vampire, and...Sabine scuttled over to the arrow she had pulled from Nuulanth and held its head up. She tried wiping away the blood that was left on it and winced as the contact with her skin burned her. She pulled back her finger and looked at the redness now on it, then turned her head to Mirisk. "Is Nuulanth undead, or a lycan?" She asked.
Fendros drew another arrow and aimed at the tower for a moment. "Was that all of them?" He asked, "I'll need to get down to the courtyard if we are going to trap any more of their souls."
In the courtyard, Janius wasted no time in pulling back his hood to reveal his helmeted head, drawing his axe, and holding his shield out in front of him in a defensive posture. It was tempting to go into the fray and kill as many as he could while the mercenaries were disorganised, but he knew that he had to protect the pack and the cultists. Besides, the cultists were the ones with offensive magic on their side.
Trying to wrest some control from the situation, a nearby stocky Nord in heavy looking steel armour charged towards the cultists with a large lustrous sword in two hands. "Silver," Janius breathed. Janius shuffled his position and feinted at the Nord to stop his charge. Clearly enraged, but not without some self-preservation left, the Nord slowed and brought his attention to Janius. He swung down heavily at Janius' shoulder, causing Janius to step back and deflect the blow with his shield. The Nord hit hard, and was fast enough to reel back and swing at Janius' side before he could retaliate. Janius blocked this blow as well, then closed the distance between himself and his assailant and chopped at his middle. The Nord tried to step back, but wasn't fast enough. Janius' axe hit him with a muffled metallic thud and the Nord stumbled backwards with a large scratch on his cuirass for his troubles. Janius would have finished him off if not for the spear wielding, more nimble-garbed Argonian stepping up to strike. The Argonian thrust his spear at Janius with only just enough time to deflect it. He was forced back again while he struggled to be everywhere at once.
In the building on the other side, Sabine was beginning to look incredulous at Nuulanth's wounds. "The potion, it's not...It's supposed to help more." Sabine's mind tried to find a solution. Was it poison? Argonians are not supposed to be affected by poison as harshly as this, perhaps she was a vampire, and...Sabine scuttled over to the arrow she had pulled from Nuulanth and held its head up. She tried wiping away the blood that was left on it and winced as the contact with her skin burned her. She pulled back her finger and looked at the redness now on it, then turned her head to Mirisk. "Is Nuulanth undead, or a lycan?" She asked.
Hurried along by Mirisk, Sabine quickly found a skin full of a healing potion, then began her work as fast as she could, wiping her dagger clean. It was unfortunate that neither cultist was using magical healing, as that was what Meesei normally did while Sabine assisted in healing. They would just have to make do with what they had. Sabine started by cutting strips from Nuulanth's robe, taking her entire sleeve. She cut off one section of the sleeve to use as a bandage, and used the rest to bundle up and use to absorb the blood. Both were put aside for now.
Sabine had to work one handed around the wound to make sure their blood would not mix, so cutting her robe where it obstructed the arrow was difficult. Once Sabine had some space to work with, he guided one of Mirisk's hands to the base of the arrow and instructed him with a firm whisper, "Hold open," She looked to Nuulanth, "Don't scream." Sabine then guided Nuulanth's hand back over her mouth, held the other side of the wound open with her cleaner hand, then slowly pulled the arrow from Nuulanth's shoulder, making sure the broad head didn't damage her flesh any more than it already had. Blood quickly inundated the area on and around her shoulder. Once the arrow was clear, Sabine tossed it aside, opened the potion, used her (now only relatively) clean hand to wipe some of the blood away, and poured some the potion over the wound. The next instruction Sabine gave Mirisk came after guiding his hand to hold the swaddled fabric onto her wound. "Hold closed." Frantically at this point, Sabine began to wrap the cloth against Nuulanth's wound with the makeshift bandage she made before, tying it closed tightly.
Nuulanth had lost a lot of blood. Sabine didn't know whether she was a vampire, or whether that would make any difference, but her potion would only do so much to help her recover. Before she forgot, Sabine placed the potion skin up to Nuulanth's lips, trying to get her to drink the rest. "Don't touch your lips too far up the bottle neck. My blood is on it." Sabine said quickly.
Sabine had to work one handed around the wound to make sure their blood would not mix, so cutting her robe where it obstructed the arrow was difficult. Once Sabine had some space to work with, he guided one of Mirisk's hands to the base of the arrow and instructed him with a firm whisper, "Hold open," She looked to Nuulanth, "Don't scream." Sabine then guided Nuulanth's hand back over her mouth, held the other side of the wound open with her cleaner hand, then slowly pulled the arrow from Nuulanth's shoulder, making sure the broad head didn't damage her flesh any more than it already had. Blood quickly inundated the area on and around her shoulder. Once the arrow was clear, Sabine tossed it aside, opened the potion, used her (now only relatively) clean hand to wipe some of the blood away, and poured some the potion over the wound. The next instruction Sabine gave Mirisk came after guiding his hand to hold the swaddled fabric onto her wound. "Hold closed." Frantically at this point, Sabine began to wrap the cloth against Nuulanth's wound with the makeshift bandage she made before, tying it closed tightly.
Nuulanth had lost a lot of blood. Sabine didn't know whether she was a vampire, or whether that would make any difference, but her potion would only do so much to help her recover. Before she forgot, Sabine placed the potion skin up to Nuulanth's lips, trying to get her to drink the rest. "Don't touch your lips too far up the bottle neck. My blood is on it." Sabine said quickly.
With the events that unfolded before her, the archer was at such an angle that slinging a stone at him was impossible. Sabine had to make the quick decision to spring herself up and over the wall, letting go of her sling as she fell. She landed on top of the mercenary and sent them both sprawling onto the ground. On one hand, the mercenary wouldn't be firing another arrow, but on the other, Sabine had to wrestle to keep the man from reaching his own blades or getting up. However strong Sabine was, she didn't have the mass to hold the man down. He was able to lift himself to his knees while Sabine kept his head pressed to the floor with one knee and tried to restrain his arms. She managed to get one arm twisted, but the mercenary quickly pulled out a dagger from his belt and thrust up roughly to where Sabine's lower back was. Noticing the shift in movement, Sabine was just able to move one arm to deflect it, but caught a deep cut to the side of her arm before she was able to grab the offending wrist. She gritted her teeth to bear the pain and to restrain her own screaming. She had to kill him now, before he made any more noise. In a quick movement she released his twisted arm, pulled out her own dagger and pushed it into his throat. The free arm was winding up to try and strike Sabine, but the shock of being stabbed caused him to try and pull at her arm in an effort to keep the blade from going any further. His eyes glazed over in front of her and soon his grip loosened.
Sabine couldn't stop yet, there was still the paralyzed one. She looked to him, pulled herself to her feet, then leaped upon him and cut his throat. She stood up, breathing quickly and shaking as she just started to notice the warm blood running down her arm. Adrenaline still ran through her, but she knew that the pain would soon come. Now she just had to check on the cultists. With wide eyes, she looked to Mirisk and saw that he was fine, then approached the edge of the floor and looked down at Nuulanth, arrow sticking out of her shoulder and all. She wouldn't regenerate like Sabine would, so she had to be healed immediately. Sabine made her way down the ladder two rungs at a time and knelt down beside her. She would probably have her own magic, and Mirisk might help, but Sabine still started to look for a healing potion in her satchel. She would just have to be careful not to get her own blood on Nuulanth's wound.
Sabine couldn't stop yet, there was still the paralyzed one. She looked to him, pulled herself to her feet, then leaped upon him and cut his throat. She stood up, breathing quickly and shaking as she just started to notice the warm blood running down her arm. Adrenaline still ran through her, but she knew that the pain would soon come. Now she just had to check on the cultists. With wide eyes, she looked to Mirisk and saw that he was fine, then approached the edge of the floor and looked down at Nuulanth, arrow sticking out of her shoulder and all. She wouldn't regenerate like Sabine would, so she had to be healed immediately. Sabine made her way down the ladder two rungs at a time and knelt down beside her. She would probably have her own magic, and Mirisk might help, but Sabine still started to look for a healing potion in her satchel. She would just have to be careful not to get her own blood on Nuulanth's wound.
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