The Root, Fantasy RP

WhiteDragon · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **WhiteDragon** on Sat Mar 29, 2008 12:12 pm

SandraLyn felt the man lay her down and releashed her hold on her bag. She then felt someone place a hand on her forehead, and then a wet rag. The rag felt so good to Sandra, and she was thankful that someone had chose to help her. The last time the curse had effected her, she had almost died, since no one had been there to help her. She opeaned her eyes, and saw that the man was the one with the rag.
"Thankyou." she said in his language, then closed her eyes again.

Muser · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Muser** on Sat Mar 29, 2008 1:25 pm

Xavish simply nodded, and continued to gently sponge her forehead with the rag, every now and then reaching down to re-dampen the rag. He sat on one side of the bed, facing the door, acting as a guard over this poor woman until Emerahl returned. Sitting in silence, he could not help but think this a strange turn of events. He had never spoken to anyone outside of his own country before arriving in The Root today, and now he was sitting in an abandoned home, dabbing a strange woman's forehead and neck with a wet rag, waiting for another strange woman to return.

They would never believe this back home.

He turned his attention to poor SandraLyn, and was pleased to see that she was lying peacefully still, but continued to drew breath into her lungs. He, unfortunately, had no skill with healing fevers and sicknesses like he assumed Emerhal did; he could bandage a wound with no problems, and he could set a broken bone easily enough. But fevers were beyond him. He dabbed at her forehead and neck again, and began to sing very softly to her. It was a song of healing he had heard many of his elders sing to those of his country who fell deathly ill. He hoped it would bring comfort to SandraLyn.

WhiteDragon · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **WhiteDragon** on Sat Mar 29, 2008 6:42 pm

SandraLyn slightly heard the singing, and would have smiled, but then the second stage of the curse's spreading hit. This was the painful part, to her it felt as if a thousand swords were etching symbols into her arms and chest. The markings already on her started to glow red, and slowly spread, inching to the center of her chest, and perhaps up her neck, or down her stomach. SandraLyn's whole body now felt to her as if it were on fire, and not able to hold it back any longer she started to scream.

Muser · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Muser** on Sat Mar 29, 2008 9:04 pm

The song died in Xavish's throat, as the strange markings and symbols on the woman's skin began to glow bright red, etching its way across her body like blood filling in the gaps on a cobblestone street. He stared in horror at this, the damp rag falling from his hand to the ground.

She began to scream.

At first, Xavish covered his ears with his hands, so shrill and horrifying was the sound. He had no idea what to do for her, and his first instinct was to cover her mouth with his hand, but fear gripped him. He took a few deep breaths, inhaling the stale smells of the abandoned house. He leaned over her carefully, and gently placed his hand on her cheek. His other hand slowly stroked her feverish forehead and her sweat matted hair, and he began to whisper calmly to her.

Menelvir · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Menelvir** on Sun Mar 30, 2008 6:21 am

Emerahl returned to the abandoned home just in time to hear the woman start screaming. She screamed with such agony that it pierced Emerahl's heart. Running upstairs, she threw the door open. The red glow within hurt her eyes. Shutting them, still clutching her pouchful of freshly picked herbs, she made her way to the bed. She fumbled with the fastenings of the pouch. Finally having undone them, she pulled out handful after handful, searching for the plant she needed. She finally found it, and put it in her mouth, chewing vigorously to break the leaf surface and get the juices flowing. Then she spat it out, put it between the woman's open jaws, and clamped them shut.

Emerahl had never seen symptoms like the woman's but she hoped the anaesthetic plant would help her pain.

WhiteDragon · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **WhiteDragon** on Mon Mar 31, 2008 11:43 am

SandraLyn slightly heard and felt Xavish, through her screams, she could hear him whispering something. She also heard footsteps and knew the woman was back, the woman spat something in her mouth, shutting her mouth. Sandra forced herself to swallow the herb, hoping that it would help.
The markings on her body dimmed, but still continued to spread, Sandra stopped screaming, and instead moaned. She prayed that the spreading of the curse wouldn't last as long this time, the last time it took two days for it to stop.

Muser · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Muser** on Mon Mar 31, 2008 1:29 pm

Xavish glanced up at Emerahl, watching as she stuffed the herbs into SandraLyn's mouth, the glow from the woman's markings dimming ever so slightly. He picked up the rag from the floor, dampened it once again, and dabbed at her forehead and neck as before, his ears almost welcoming the sound of whimpers and moans instead of harsh, shrill screams. He folded up the rag and gently placed it on her forehead, then stood up.

He crossed to a half boarded up window in the room, and glanced outside. He could only see the streets outside the house, and luckily, they were empty. He silently prayed that no one had heard the woman screaming, and was struck by the realization that that thought had just crossed his mind. Turning back to the woman in grey, Emerahl, he spoke slowly in basic.

"She... will.. heal, yes?"

Menelvir · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Menelvir** on Tue Apr 01, 2008 12:14 pm

Emerahl hesitated at the man's question. "I do not know," she answered, speaking slowly, so that the man could understand her. "I have never seen wounds like those before..." She chewed her lip, wishing she knew what to do.

Grabbing the pouch of herbs, which she had thrown to the floor in her urgency, Emerahl said, "I will boil some medicine to bring her fever down. That, I think, is the best I can do."

Muser · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Muser** on Tue Apr 01, 2008 2:20 pm

He nodded to her, taking just a few moments to comprehend her language. He appreciated her understanding, and smiled softly at her. Like a sudden flash, he got an idea. He quickly opened the satchel he had carried at his side since his leaving of his home, and began to search around inside of it. Out of it he pulled a waterskin and a small pouch out.

"Wait!" He called out to her just as she was turning away. "Use... these... they maybe help?" He stood up and held them out to her. The pouch contained a number of things from his home land, things he had seen the Shamen using on ill people. Perhaps they would help this woman, perhaps not. He had to do something to help, rather than sit here and watch the woman suffer.

WhiteDragon · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **WhiteDragon** on Wed Apr 02, 2008 11:09 am

SandraLyn had slipped into a kind of fog after her marks had dimmed. She wondered if it was because of the medicine, she also wondered why she didn't feel as much pain as the last time. 'Perhaps it is because people are helping me?' she thought to herself, she could still feel the markings as they spread, but now it felt as if only one or two knives had taken place of the swords. It was still painful, but not as painful.

Village Alchemist · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Village Alchemist** on Sun Apr 06, 2008 4:18 pm

The call led Wayanet far off any marked trail. For most any Human, the forest would be innavigable at this time of night. Here at the edge of the Dashkari River Valley, the thick trees grew densly and at weird angles. The land sloped upward irregularly, sometimes like a plain, sometimes like a mountain range, sometimes like a series of canyons.

Wayanet, however, knew this place be heart. No dark cranny was a mystery to her, born to this land and raised in its study. On this clear night, the shaman made suprisingly fast progress towards whomever had sent the distress cry she heard.

She came to the mouth of a cave in the side of a hill. The tall shaman had to duck to enter the small entrance.

A robed figure was slumped against one of the cave walls, breathing slowly. She knelt beside the stranger and put a hand on its shoulder. "Hello?" she spoke to him, "Can you hear me?"

braioch8201 · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **braioch8201** on Sun Apr 06, 2008 10:52 pm

Braioch jerked slightly at the sound of the voice and turned towards the figure kneeling next to him. He shuddered away, the fight still raw in his mind. He jerked his sword feebly up and put as much power into his nearby hand as he could muster and raised it toward the woman.

"Who are you? Why do you come to this cave? If you answer my distress signal, show me a sign that you are not of that loathsome cleric order!" he ordered fighting with what was left of his strength to maintain his magic and blade aimed at the woman. Silently he prayed that he wouldn't have to use the magic, the light clerics blow had been nearly lethal, and if this woman wasn't here to help him, he was doomed.

Village Alchemist · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **Village Alchemist** on Mon Apr 07, 2008 8:33 am

The woman reached for her back, and grabbed the staff strapped to her shirt there. It was a twisted, curling thing. At the end of it was an unlit candle surrounded by wicker. "I am Wayanet," the woman introduced herself, "Shaman of Ahsewyah. I'm here to help."

braioch8201 · **Tips:** 0.00 INK by **braioch8201** on Mon Apr 07, 2008 12:46 pm

Braioch sighed deeply and released his energy and his sword, the latter clanging loudly on the stone floor of the cave reverbarating throughout the depths of the cavern. He gazed up at the woman and her gnarled staff and tried to smile feebly. "Cleric order, gathering up people, innoncent people, had to help, used light magic on me, got me good, its in my system, tried to hold it off..." he managed to gasp out before slumping against the wall in a tired heap trying to catch his breath.

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