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Post by Tino on Dec 30, 2007 17:12:52 GMT -5
"That should be enough," the healer said. He received the glass with one hand and poured half of the purple powder in with another. The water began to sizzle.
Corking the bottle back on, he snapped it back in place on the right of his belt. With the same hand he reached behind and pulled out a flat glass mixer, which he used to speed up the sizzling in the now-pink water.
After a few minutes of bubbling, the half glass of water turned into a soft, pink paste. Using the flat side of the mixer, Tino smoothed the paste over the imp's burns.
The er hoc then stood up and walked to the other side of the bed, using another bottle of herbs, this time gray-white, and sprinkled it on the bruise with its trailing blood now getting thick. He reached into his backpack and pulled out a few sheets of webbed bandages, lightly smoothing them to the open wounds. Taking the rolls of bandages Casidaen has just returned, the er hoc then covered the healing parts of the imp's arms.
After his job was done, Tino came to realize something.
"Where are you going to sleep tonight?"
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Post by Rethen Kel'Sviet on Dec 30, 2007 19:50:07 GMT -5
"That's very impressive alchemy you're doing! Have you ever considered going to Fasemoor to learn more? I hear there's a large academy dedicated only to that!" Rethen paused in his alchemy for a moment and let his grin drop ever so slightly.
"I've heard that such a place existed in Facemoor," the wood elf replied quietly. He shrugged and applied another burst of magic to the table he was reconstructing. He had not been back to Facemoor since he left the island nearly three long years ago.
"I may apply one day," he replied calmly, smiling lightly. He knew they didn't want him back. They were still scorch marks in the quad from his experiments.
He smiled and kept working, nodding slightly when Casidaen said he would be right back: he was too caught up in his memories of Facemoor.
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Post by Alaric on Dec 30, 2007 22:23:21 GMT -5
Alaric coughed a little as the concoction the er hoc had done bubbled. He could smell the light odor coming from the liquid in the glass. As Tino applied it to the imp's burns, and as he added some other things tot he wounds and bandaged the imp, the elf stood there motionless.
Alaric could feel his eyelids getting heavy as Tino was doing his job, for a few seconds he drifted off to dreamland..
"Where are you going to sleep tonight?"
The words the er hoc had said surprised the young elf and pushed him back to reality. Gaining back his composure the elf replied,
"I guess I can sleep out in the hallway. The bed wasn't of much use to me anyhow." he gave a little smile.
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Post by Caine Faerin on Dec 30, 2007 22:49:51 GMT -5
I watch as Casidaen goes back down the stairs. I know I need the sleep, after all the walking and flying I did today, but I'm wired for some reason. I start pacing the length of the hallway, pausing many times outside the room Tino, Alaric, and the imp are in. Each time, I debate on whether or not I should see if everything is alright. I don't trust imps- never have, never will.
I finally stop in front of the door and fidget indecisively. Should I knock? Or should I just leave?
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Post by Casidaen on Dec 31, 2007 0:59:03 GMT -5
Casidaen sprinted down the stairs, untying his hair as he went. After all this mess was cleaned up, he was going to go straight to bed and pass out. His knee joints hurt from bending so much today, and he was going to have to slap some heat pads on them tonight.
The elf watched quietly as Rethen finished up a table that was split in two. It wouldn't be such a bad idea to drop the forest elf off at Facemoor while Casidaen stayed there for some healing studying. And he could use the company..
Then it was decided. He inhaled and exhaled a few times, feeling nervious. He wrung a towel that he held in his hands and walked up to the smaller elf. "Rethen, how would you like to travel with me to Facemoor?"
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Post by Rethen Kel'Sviet on Dec 31, 2007 1:17:33 GMT -5
Rethen turned about and blinked, a look of shock in his eyes.
"M..Mr. Erwje! Are you sure you sir?" the young elf asked quietly. "I...um...I don't know if I'd be a terribly good traveling partner.." He smiled and turned about, playing with a bang nervously. It wasn't often someone startled the energetic forest elf into silence. But Casidaen had managed to do just that.
"I..." the boy paused and looked up at Cadidaen. "Yes. I will gladly accompany you to Fasemoor," he all but whispered. "I have to mix some blasting charges for a mining company before we leave...but if you will take my company, then I shall be more than willing!" He smiled brightly, his energetic personality instantly masking the feelings swarming around him.
'Home? Can I really go back there? Will I even be welcome?' he thought frantically. It had been three years, and he did not know if that bridge to that past life was even still standing.
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Post by Casidaen on Dec 31, 2007 1:39:46 GMT -5
"Great then! I will stay as long as you need for the company! I am in no rush to get there!" Casidaen couldn't hold his feelings back and he grinned happily at the forest elf. He had never had a traveling partner before, so it was definitely going to be an interesting experience.
He mapped out everything in his head. Tomorrow, he'd go downtown to get supplies. Then whenever Rethen was done with the company, they would had off for a week's journey to Itis harbor. Itis.. His eyes widened. Itis wasn't a very safe place, it was even rumored to be cursed.
"We'll be stopping in Itis for a day. Do you think you'll be alright?" Casidaen frowned with worry.
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Post by Rethen Kel'Sviet on Dec 31, 2007 2:19:50 GMT -5
"I can handle Itis," Rethen murmured lightly, eyes twinkling lightly. It had been an interesting few nights when he passed through that confusing country, but he had managed for the most part. His hand inadvertently reached up to trace the scar under his right eye. "I've handled it before..." he whispered.
"Oh...um...Mr. Erjwe, do you need a place to stay? I heard that you gave away your blanket and my house is more than large enough..." Rethen trailed off and shrugged. "I figure I could at least offer you an elven bed to sleep in." He smiled and looked around the room, dusting his hands on his outer coat. He reached over and pulled up his bag of stones and components.
"At the very least, can I offer you something to eat?" the boy asked, his smile back on his face.
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Post by Casidaen on Dec 31, 2007 14:47:30 GMT -5
He furrowed his eyebrows. Even if the forest elf could handle it, he still felt uneasy by it. If he was there with Rethen, surely no one would come near them for the sheer size of the northerner. And if there was a fight, with their combined strengths, they could take out anyone who came along. He nodded then.
Casidaen played with his cup of forgotten cordial, taking sips.
The dark elf smiled warmly. "I think I shall sleep here for the night. I don't think an elven bed will quite fit me any longer. I've already payed as well, but the thought of food sounds most delightful!"
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Post by Rethen Kel'Sviet on Dec 31, 2007 15:22:26 GMT -5
Rethen grinned happily. Everything that had been weighing him down left in an instant. Rethen loved company. And it had been a while since he had anyone he actually had to gaze up to meet their eyes. He bounced up and grabbed Casidaen's hand, puling him towards the door of the inn.
"Excellent! I know I have a stocked kitchen! I'm sure I can fix you something!" the boy babbled excitedly. "I put on a pot of stew before I left this morning. And there are fresh greens and a fresh brewed barrel of ale." He giggled excitedly and looked up at Casidaen.
"Shall we?" he asked, bouncing lightly on his heels, still holding onto the dark elf's hand.
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Post by Tino on Dec 31, 2007 16:27:07 GMT -5
Eyeing the unconscious imp, Tino turned towards Alaric. He had just checked his pulse again. Something was bothering him.
"...If you want," he hesitated, a little unsure about his decision. "you can sleep in my room tonight. I want to sleep in the hallway..." He trailed off, unable to come up with a creative excuse.
The er hoc was getting sleepy. He was sure everyone else is, too. And he was also sure that of all the people he knew here, only him and Casidaen may have the immunity to wake up in the middle of the night without the need of heavy disturbance. He suppressed a yawn.
This is why I don't use instant sedatives...
"Go on, you're free to use my room," he urged.
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Post by Caine Faerin on Dec 31, 2007 22:34:05 GMT -5
Pacing the hallway has finally worn me out. I walk into my room and sit down on the bed.
It's been a long day, and then all the ruckus in the bar earlier. Not too mention the whole summons my father sent. I hope he isn't planning on setting me up or something; I don't think I could handle it.
... Nyosik! I. Need. Sleep!
I pull of most of my clothing, disgusted at how much dust and grit has gotten on them. I lay them across a chair, and stretch out on the bed. As my tense muscles relax, I eventually drift off into sleep.
Further into the town, unfamiliar shapes wander into the open, seemingly out of the shadows themselves. A couple of drunken dwarfs unlucky enough to be in the vicinity are quickly and silently overwhelmed, leaving nothing behind.
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Post by Alaric on Dec 31, 2007 23:08:45 GMT -5
The elf was a taken aback by the suggestion that the er hoc had made.
"No, i'm fine really I wouldn't have much use for your bed anyhow, you see I am quite too big for it" he motioned to his long stature.
Really, no one would like to sleep in the hallway..
"But.. Sleeping in your room would be much better than in the hallway." he paused for a bit, "So you take the bed and i'll sleep on your floor?" he then gestured Tino to follow him out the door as he himself went out to the direction of Tino's room.
Now, Alaric had to sleep before anything bad happened.
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Post by Tino on Dec 31, 2007 23:44:26 GMT -5
Blast.
Tino looked at the high elf and then lowered his stare to the floor, his mind now racing. He wanted an excuse to stay out in the hallway, but it wasn't working. Nothing's coming up.
He swallowed that one down.
"Sure," the er hoc said, casually. "Sounds good to me."
Following the blonde boy, they came to Tino's room to settle down for the night. Tino undid his cloak and headband, laying them neatly on the tiny desk in the corner of the room with his backpack. Slipping his white gloves off, only a gray long-sleeved shirt remained in the upper part of his body. He stood in front of his clothes and paused for a second.
Making sure Alaric wasn't looking, he slipped a few bottles from the right of his belt and tucked it into his pocket before laying his belt with the rest of his clothes.
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Post by Alaric on Jan 1, 2008 0:05:45 GMT -5
Alaric sat on the cold hard wooden floor, he reached for his katanas that were on his back and placed them in his hands. After all, one cannot be too careful. He looked at Tino who was now getting ready for bed.
Even if he looks harmless, he is still a stranger.. then he remembered the poison earlier from the er hoc. I have to be careful...
He let out a soft yawn and leaned his head on the hard concrete. He watched the er hoc for a while before eventually closing his eyes and drifting off to dreamland.
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Post by Tino on Jan 1, 2008 1:08:20 GMT -5
Underneath Casidaen's blankets, Tino listened intently to Alaric's breathing. He urged himself to stay awake, despite the flowing sedatives in his bloodstream.
Focusing in, he ran through the facts:
First, by the looks of it, Caine was already in bed.
Second, Alaric is falling asleep in my room.
Third, Casidaen seems to still be downstairs, perhaps drinking in the bar with the forest elf.
Fouth, everyone upstairs had breathed in the sedative, that includes myself, Alaric, Caine and Casidaen.
Fifth, the people who's breathed in the sedative should have some trouble waking up in the middle of the night...although me and Casidaen may be more immune to the substance.
Sixth, the imp doesn't look like he's gonna sleep until dawn. In fact, he should be waking up in a few hours.
He bit his lips, thinking as he waited for Alaric's breathing to turn into a deep rhythm.
What did he take? That sedative I mixed shouldn't have been countered...
Tino glared at the bathroom door, feeling offended as if the imp was standing there again, mocking him. After he heard Alaric's breathing deepen, he sat up in his bed and slipped out a bottle.
He unsealed it and quietly blew air from the bottom of the device, spreading the powder that instantly dissolved into the air and melted into the room. Sitting there and taking deep breaths for two minutes, he slipped out of bed and silently stood at the door.
This should be enough to keep me awake...
The er hoc glanced one last time at the high elf, now breathing in the antidote in his sleep, before heading out to his room. It had been a while since he set himself up for some backup.
He slipped out into the hallway and sat himself against the door in which the imp was kept.
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Post by Askyre on Jan 1, 2008 1:26:36 GMT -5
Askyre hit the ground harshly, holding up his arms in front of his face in his only attempt to slow the ground connecting with his head. Letting out an anguished cry, the imp quickly turned around, searching the area frantically, while running amidst the panicking townsfolk. His icy blue eyes were watering.
"Kitla! Kitla! Kit-!"
Askyre was shoved to the ground once again, his leg smashing against a large rock painfully. Wincing, he stood yet again, taking to the rooftop of the neighboring house in order to search for his sister.
Up ahead, he saw a circle of Beast-Men in the directed that everyone was running from. Terrified, his eyes widened as he heard shrieking pleas of distress.
"No! Stop! Please, someone help! Help! Askyre! Ask-!"
Letting out a cry of rage, the imp leaped down from the rooftop, using a sharpened dagger he'd found discarded by a dead Beast-Man earlier to attack. In a sudden blur, everything turned hazy; Askyre's vision, hearing, and even time, as he was seized by the arm mid-jump and thrown to the ground. He watched shakily as the Beast-Man loomed over him, eyes slanted, teeth bare. The young imp's eyes were welling up, and he raised his arms as the creature let out a hungry noise, leaning down to-
"AHH! STOP! No, don't! Please, don't hurt my sister! Kitla! Help! Mom! Dad!"
Askyre hit the floor heavily, elbows and knees absorbing most of the impact. He watched shakily as a perspiring bead left his noise, splashing onto the hardwood floorboards beneath him. The blankets, still tangled around his waist, gave him the uncomfortable feeling of being trapped. Terrified, he ripped them from his body.
"..anyone.." The imp sobbed, clutching himself, clenching his eyes shut to the surroundings.
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Post by Tino on Jan 1, 2008 1:43:52 GMT -5
"Hungry?"
Hearing his nightmare, Tino was already standing at the door, staring at the imp emotionlessly. He pointed towards the tiny table beside the bed from which the imp has just fallen. There was a plate of soup with a spoon and a glass of water.
Feeling unfriendliness swelling up from the dimly-lit room, he said plainly, "Drink some water at least. You're not gonna last very long if you kill me and escape into the dwarven city."
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Post by Askyre on Jan 1, 2008 1:54:42 GMT -5
Askyre turned his head sharply, his hair falling loose, a braid hitting him in the side of the face. Quickly regaining composure, the imp hardened his face, lifting himself to a kneeling position, face turned around to the Er Hoc.
"Thank...you." He managed, glancing uncertainly between the bowl and the visitor. "But.. why?" Askyre hung his head ashamedly. Lifting himself, he took a step towards the bedside table, before sighing and pivoting on the spot. Attempting to appear harmless, he took a few cautious strides over to the Er Hoc, who watched his movements closely. Slowly lifting his arm, he spoke,
"Askyre."
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Post by Tino on Jan 1, 2008 2:07:19 GMT -5
Not feeling the need to flatter his assumed enemy, the healer stood still.
"I do not trust you," he said, making his stand clear.
"I am here to ask you about what you took to counter my drug."
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