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Anaiya Thorn

Doctor and medicine woman of Windcrest.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, originally authored by Script, as played by Disdain

Description



Name: Anaiya Thorn
Age: 37
Gender: Female
Species: Human
Race: Aeloran
Nationality: Cordelian (Tai'emroth refugee)

Height: 5' 7"
Weight: 141 lbs
Hair Colour: Dark Brown
Eye Colour: Green

Brief Desc.: Anaiya grew up in one of the remaining bastions in Cordelia towards the end of the Orsa wars. Upon its fall, she travelled with her people to Tai'emroth, at which time the Patronus were passing through on their quest. She had no real interaction with them at that time, but put her healing skills to good use in the days to come, working as a doctor in the city. Though she has limited magical healing ability, she is better able to treat patients using medicine and science. Magic is a last, somewhat unreliable resort.

She travelled to Terra to join the Patronus there largely out of a desire to learn of the more modern medicines and methods used in the other realm, and a desire to study the libraries their Temple was reputed to hold. Upon arrival, she made a home for herself in Windcrest - opting not to live at the temple itself - and established herself as a doctor there.

So begins...

Anaiya Thorn's Story

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Character Portrait: Arrow Flight Character Portrait: Rynhart Character Portrait: Derek Adams Character Portrait: Anaiya Thorn Character Portrait: Noah Aldwell
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Just a few short moments later, the door to the barracks swung open and one of the temple's denizens yelled out loud enough for Arrow and Derek to hear him through in the impromptu war room. "We need a stretcher!"

The Aschen medics quickly moved to respond, and not long after they disappeared out the door, they returned. Carried upon their stretcher was the unconscious and bloodied form of Noah. Anaiya was in tow, the robed doctor exchanging quick words with one of the medics.

He was quickly placed on one of the beds being utilised for the more heavily wounded, and the medics got to work. Anaiya hung back nearby with a both worried and baffled expression on her face, sighing.

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"Derek Adams," the Aschen Commander replied to Arrow while he skimmed over the assortment of maps laid out for him. "How many men do you have?" he asked the Patronus Captain.

"Most of my knights are down in Windcrest," Arrow replied, "I have maybe twenty here at the Temple, along with any volunteers amongst the rest of the Patronus."

Derek spared only a single side glance for Noah as the wounded lad was ushered through the room on a stretcher. With as many wounded as where at the temple, Noah was just one of many.

Meanwhile it didn't take the medics long to assess that Noah's injuries were too severe. A black x was marked on his forehead before the medic waved for the others to move the stretcher. "Put him with the others," the medic instructed. Those too far gone to be saved.

At Noah's arrival, Arrow's reaction was more dramatic. He swore under his breath, losing his composure for a moment and breaking off from the conversation to move to the boy's side. "You're giving up on him?" he asked incredulously as the medics marked him with an X. Exasperated, but managing to keep his tone level and respectful, he shook his head. "Surely there must be something you can do, Rhea has lauded the Aschen for their medical advances to no end, I..." Arrow struggled for words, something that he could say to change their minds.

Rebellious thoughts of 'you brought this on us, you owe it to us' crossed his mind, but he knew that saying as much would achieve nothing. "Is there really no way?"

Derek glanced up at Arrow and then to the lad that was being moved. He thought a moment before answering. "He might survive, if we got him to an immersion tank," Derek replied.

One of the men who had arrived with Derek interjected. "Sir, we have our own wounded to worry about." The translation was more than apparent. He's a terran.

Derek cast him a hard look. "Wounded that by my reckoning would be dead by now if not for their wounded." He shook his head after a moment more of thought to weight the situation. "He won't survive the trip. It's a several hour hike through those mountains to reach my ship. We need to focus on the people we can still save."

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"We have people that can get him there, orthodox methods or not," Arrow insisted, "If you can save him, I implore you. Let us worry about getting him there."

"Arrow is right." Rynhart spoke up from those gathered. "If you can show us where you need to get him to. Our portal room is still unstable, but it's functional again."

Derek looked again to the wounded lad. He couldn't have been more than eighteen or nineteen years old. Many of the wounded Aschen soldiers weren't much older themselves. "How many can you get out?" he asked.

"With enough time?" Rynhart asked. "All of them."

"How much time do you need?" Derek replied.

"Four, maybe five hours?" Rynhart answered. "It's still unstable, I wouldn't send more than a couple people at a time through. We'll need to recheck the calibrations for each group."

Derek nodded as he slid the map over for Rynhart and Arrow to see. He pointed to a region to the south, just beyond the mountains. "There. If you can get my men there, I'll do what I can for the lad."

Arrow nodded his head to Rynhart appreciatively. "We'll make it happen." he stated determinedly.

It was at that moment that the entire barracks was rocked by an almighty roar, as a multitude of devastating explosions shook the mountain range. The nuclear ordinance deployed by the Taiyou created a powerful shockwave that resonated across the landscape, but thankfully, the distance between the Temple and the blasts left only a rush of hot air coursing through the courtyard and rattling the windows of the various structures.

The thunderous booms quieted the conversation throughout the barracks as soldier, patient and patronus alike waited to see if anything would follow. The silence hung in the air, thick with tension. Every so often the building would shake again as as another bomb was dropped.

It was Derek who broke the silence as the orbital bombardment continued unabated. "I don't think we have five hours. Get the critically wounded out first," he barked at the Aschen men. "Move it."

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Character Portrait: Arrow Flight Character Portrait: Rynhart Character Portrait: Derek Adams Character Portrait: Anaiya Thorn Character Portrait: Oriel Garcia Character Portrait: Noah Aldwell
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"Arrow!" Oriel's voice was alarmed, frightened as he ran into the barracks, red cloak trailing out behind him. "What the hell is going on? There were gunshots and then... there are mushroom clouds everywhere, the mountains are being blitzed!"

Arrow turned to face the wide-eyed, slightly younger soldier with a nod as he approached, breaking off from the main group who were discussing the blasts and holding up a hand in the face of his garbled questions. "It's the Taiyou," he explained, "As you probably guessed. We don't know why they've escalated things, but," he gestured to where Noah lay, "The shots were at Noah."

Oriel noticed the fallen mage for the first time, scowling furiously. He hadn't spoken with Noah himself, but he'd seen the teenager around with Rhea and the other mages at the temple - lively, spirited and totally naive. "Wait," Oriel looked back sharply at Arrow, "Tessa was with him out there. Where is she?"

Arrow's heart fell, "She might be here, I-"

"It was only the boy that appeared in the courtyard, sir," a nearby knight informed him. "Tessa is missing."

"Maraé's breath!" Oriel cursed, "She must still be out there, we have to-"

Gently, Arrow's hand came to rest on Oriel's shoulder. "There were two shots, Oriel," he said softly, "Noah only has one wound. You've seen the decimation upon the peaks. Even if she'd survived the shot..."

"No!" Oriel's protest was weak, half-hearted. He brought his hands up to gesticulate angrily. "After everything we went through, just to get caught in the crossfire between two bastarding armies... I don't believe it, she ... she must have gotten herself out somehow, one of her demons could have helped! Or..."

The younger soldier trailed off, the anger in his eyes fading to be replaced by sadness. "Void take it all. This isn't our war, but we're paying for it in blood." he swore, hands coming to rest limply against Arrow's breastplate.

After a moment's awkward hesitation, Arrow took Oriel into a brief embrace, resting a hand on his long-time friend's back. "I'm sorry, Oriel." he said sadly, as the blonde boy rested his forehead onto his shoulder.

"We should have turned them away." Oriel whispered.

"And then what kind of guardians would we be, to turn away the injured and persecuted merely for the political ramifications?" was Arrow's only reply.

Oriel scowled into his shoulder for several moments longer before he pushed away, turning back towards the exit. "I need... I need some air," he muttered, drawing his arms about himself and stalking towards the door.

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Character Portrait: Arrow Flight Character Portrait: Rynhart Character Portrait: Vena Kenshi Character Portrait: Derek Adams Character Portrait: Varden Expeditionary Theater Character Portrait: Anaiya Thorn
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A Varden APD twisted and turned, entering the Temple Barracks swiftly and moving from person to person as if it were attempting to locate an individual. Its silver shell was covered in ash and marred as if it had been cast into a furnace. Eventually this drone stopped in front of Arrow as if it recognized him. Arrow's features had been recorded as a person of importance when the fleet admiral had first encountered him.

"Prerecorded message.", a synthetic female voice said. "This is a prerecorded message for Rhea of the Patronus from Vena Kenshi of the Varden. I am sorry I could not contact you directly or come in person. I have reason to believe that our people have witnessed the untimely end of at least one of your companions.", the drone sounded with Vena's voice and then displayed four holographic pictures. These pictures were of Tessa Cartner, Noah Aldwell, Vule, and Nedra as they were when they were alive and well. Apparently the Varden were not aware that Noah Aldwell lived.

"If any of these people are members of the Patronus you have my condolences. The Varden's attempt to protect and rescue these four people resulted in an escalation of force with the Taiyou. Our attempts to neutralize the Taiyou threat in this area resulted in their retaliatory strike with nuclear armaments. A Varden fleet is currently attempting to draw the Taiyou fleet away. A small number of ground forces have remained in the mountains in an attempt to deter any more hostilities against civilians and other non-combatants. I am among them."

"We will send aid when we can if it is requested but we will be out of contact for at least the next twenty four hours. If a more detailed account of the incident is requested this drone will comply and display such an account. Commands have been given to this drone to remain at the temple unless dismissed. Through it we can be contacted. We do not request your aid and ask only that you and your people remain safe. May He bless you and keep you."

The prerecorded message ended.

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Arrow observed the drone with wary interest as it approached him and began to speak. Where once he would have been uncomfortable around such technological wizardry, time spent on Terra had led to becoming more familiar with what the people of this world - this galaxy - could do without the aid of magic. He had been quick to ensure that no technology, not even the theories behind it, was to pass back to Aelora.

He had seen the destruction that the new technologies of this age wrought, and Light, long may Aelora remain technologically primitive. The power of magic alone was bad enough on the battlefield.

The drone's message was listened to in silence and without visible reaction, aside from a tightening of his lips when the images of Vule and Nedra appeared. So it seemed that Tessa was not the only fatality. He had not spoken with the dwarves, but any loss to the Patronus was a loss to him.

"Come with me," he instructed the drone, "I wish to receive a more detailed account elsewhere."

Starting forwards towards the exit, Arrow moved with purpose, before pausing to glance back at Rynhart. "Should you or any others need me, you will likely find me in the training yard. I should not be long."

He turned his gaze to Derek, then. "When Noah is to be moved, send for me. I will accompany you in transporting him to your ship."

And then he was through the door and out into the courtyard.

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The Varden APD floated behind Arrow, following him just as if he were a warden and had issued a command.

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A robot named Rick rolls into the barracks. After some careful maneuvering though the crowd, the little white turret, which had some how gained a brown fedora during this transit, plugs himself into a power outlet.

The setting changes from Temple Barracks to Temple Infirmary

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The infirmary interior was, like the rest of the Temple, constructed in traditional manner with stone and carvings aplenty that would have been at home in a history book, but fitted with modern furnishings and facilities. Technology and tradition were blended, particularly in a practical facility such as the infirmary, where modern medical equipment was required. There were a few busy looking healers making their way between the beds of the few patients there, non-uniformed but easily identifiable by their mannerisms.

"That is most strange," Aiedai remarked, raising an eyebrow, "But these are strange times. Rends are torn in the fabric of reality in the middle of populated cities and nobody bats an eye, it seems. Perhaps there is some greater power at work in bringing you here, or perhaps it was merely chance. Either way, I think we will certainly be more accommodating than the cold ocean floor. I am sorry for the loss of your crew."

As they spoke, an older woman made her way over to them, inclining her head politely at each in turn. "Lady Nasazura." she said in greeting to Aiedai, her voice thick with an accent that sounded like it firmly belonged here in the northern mountains. "And by what should I address your companion?"

Aiedai smiled back at the woman, "His name is Nereus, Anaiya. He needs his wounds treated."

Anaiya's eyes fell on Nereus' wounds, then, and she frowned. "Hmph. Pleasantries can wait, then. This injury must be treated before it is infected. How long has it been open?" The woman turned on heel and gestured for Nereus to follow her towards one of the beds, "Sit!" she instructed, turning to examine the wound more closely to check whether it was still bleeding. "Your blood is golden - what species are you? I don't want to use anything that might cause adverse reaction - do you have any allergies? Substances you know to be poisonous to your kind?"

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Nereus looked fascinated at the makeup of the infirmary. He had never seen anything quite like it in his entire life. Glancing around the room, he would pause for a few moments before turning to answer Aiedai. "Not to sound disrespectful, but I think I was sent here as punishment. Forsaken by my father, if that makes any sense." The anger in his voice was obvious, but that was the only thing that gave him away. His face still resembled a blank, emotionless mask, completely ignoring the remark about his lost crew.

Now focusing his attention on Anaiya, he held back a grin. "The wound has been open for a couple of days now, but I'm not worried about an infection. My body is unaffected by such things. Disease, hunger, and even thirst. If I don't consume calories my body will become weak, but I will not succumb to death." He replied, looking down to inspect the injury. The vertical cut on his shoulder was completely clogged by the golden, sappy liquid, which had the consistency of thick honey.

"Where I am from, I am considered an ancient god. There is much confusion among the common folk as to who my parents actually are. My blood is that of the Olympians, not the Titans as many have assumed. Information of my past has been deluded, and not by accident. That isn't very important, though." Shaking his head now, he realized this information was useless. "There are no substances that have adverse reactions to my body. None that I know of."

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Anaiya raised an eyebrow, "A god? That is new." she remarked, chuckling and shaking her head. She wasn't entirely sure if she believed it, but if the wound was this unsullied after days of being open and untreated, there must have been some truth to his resistance to disease and infection. "Well, it is lucky for some, then. Hopefully you are not resistant to anaesthetics, or this may hurt. Stay still, once I have cleaned the wound, it will require stitches."

As the doctor went about cleaning, stitching and dressing the wound - utilising a numbing injection of local anaesthetic if permitted - Aiedai tilted her head questioningly at Nereus.

"The Olympians? I have read of them, though accounts differ from place to place. I understand your people were not local to Terra? You are the first god I have met personally, or at least, the first who is referred to as such. The strict definition of a god varies from culture to culture, realm to realm. I am sure in some places the spirits who cohabit my body would be considered gods." the corner of her mouth quirked up in a smile, "I would hazard a guess that in others, they would be baffled at the concept of a god bleeding."

She paused in thought for a moment, before continuing. "If you are the son of the sea, then that would make your father the one known as Poseidon, correct?"

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Nereus nodded at Anaiya, standing behind his statement as if it was nothing out of the ordinary. "In the short time I have been here I've seen beings that match or surpass my power. I suppose calling myself a god holds no value in a place like this...oh, and the anesthetics are a welcome gift. Thank you." He watched as the needle pieced his skin, letting the woman do her job. The man would flex his arm a few times to ensure the drug carried out its purpose.

"My world goes by the name of Gaia, not Terra." He replied, turning his head to Aiedai as he invited himself to sit on one of the many beds in the infirmary. He looked incredibly relieved to finally be on a soft surface, not even bothering to take his sheath off of his back before laying down. "I may be immortal, but I am not invulnerable. I have had many brushes with my own demise. I've even met the being who governs the realms of the dead. I'm sure your spirits know something about him. He's infamous for trying to exit his own realm." Ignoring the question about his father, his blank face soon bore a resemblance to a man betrayed; angry and bitter. Without warning, his aura sparked to life once again, filling the air with the scent of vanilla and a silky mist. His emotion seemed to hold some weight in this action.

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"Gaia, then. That name is familiar, though my knowledge of the world does not extend beyond its existence." Aiedai said, nodding her head thoughtfully. "How you ended up here from there is anyone's guess, but no doubt magic was involved, be it your father's or anyone else's."

She paused, "But, I see that he is a sensitive subject. I will avoid mentioning him."

Fixing the last of the stitches in place, Anaiya finished tending to Nereus' wound with a satisfied nod. She deposited the materials used to clean the wounds in a sterile jar and set them aside. "Don't put strain on the shoulder, or else you'll break the stitches. Take it easy for a week or two, depending on how fast you heal. You should be perfectly fine before too long. You're welcome to rest here, or I presume there is a bed available in the temple dormitories, if you'd prefer a more homely atmosphere." The doctor shot Aiedai a questioning glance, and the girl nodded in turn.

"There is plenty of room," she said, "I can take you there now, if you wish, or use the opportunity to show you the main temple. I am sure you have questions about our order, if you intend to remain while you recover and decide on your next move. I am happy to answer anything."

While Aiedai spoke, Anaiya moved off into the rest of the infirmary to busy herself with other patients and tasks.

The setting changes from Temple Infirmary to Windcrest Market Square

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A short distance from the main debate area, a slender and eerie young woman was sat. Clad in thick furs as shelter against the bitter chill, the pale girl sat alone but for a single knight of Le'thorian keeping vigil over her. Aiedai Nasazura was a familiar face to the people of Windcrest, one of the better known - and more distinctive - of the Patronus from the nearby Mountainside Temple. It was difficult to forget the way her skin seemed to give off its own ethereal glow, and her decidedly alien mannerisms on the rare occasions that she chose to speak to someone at any length.

As she sat, her mind was not focused on her own location, but rather spread like a blanket over the entire area. She brushed with the lightest touch over the minds of those assembled, gleaning snatches of thought and emotion from them with every passing moment. The psychic was on the lookout for anything that might suggest malicious intent, and every so often she would focus her net in on one or two individuals based on a spike of emotion or a stray thought, listening into their surface thoughts briefly before retreating away.

Not all in the crowd were susceptible to such eavesdropping, protected by technology or magic, but every little safety net helped.

Amidst the crowd itself, other members of the Patronus were positioned - not necessarily as security, but in the full knowledge that their role might find itself transitioning from spectator to protector at any given moment. Near the front, Cináed was stood, dressed in a t-shirt and jeans as though he were on a beach in Southern Aslund rather than the icy peaks of Windcrest. The cold didn't seem to be bothering him in the slightest.

With him was stood the taller and more practically clad Anaiya Thorn. One of Windcrest's doctors, the woman was a native to the region and as such had grown up under the Olafsons. She shared what was likely the opinion of many of the locals in being dubious about these debates and elections, but unlike some, she was not entirely close-minded to the possibility of change.

"Some of the children from the orphanage were talking about you." she said, glancing across at the blonde teen to her side.

Cináed looked up at her, blinking. "Oh?" he replied questioningly, raising an eyebrow.

"Aye, I was there the other day tending to a boy with the flu." she said, "He and a few of the others were talking about 'the boy that could make fire'. A girl was regaling a few of them with a story of you fighting off a horde of slime monsters." Anaiya smirked in amusement.

Cináed laughed, running a hand through his hair. "Oh, yeah, I've been telling them the few stories I have. In my defence, they asked! I wasn't just bragging!"

Anaiya paused. "You mean you actually did fight off a horde of slime monsters?"

"Oh, I had help, but yeah. Definitely slime monsters. They were nasty."

"And there was me thinking the kids were making it up. I suppose I should have expected as much from someone who's joined up with the Patronus." the older woman nodded her head thoughtfully.

On the edge of the crowd, the black-and-gold armour-clad figure of Anria was stood, her halberd grasped firmly as she spoke with a bundle of cloaks that might somewhere in the middle have contained the pointy-eared form of Talren.

"It's cold." the roguish man stated irritably.

Anria chuckled with amusement. "Pah! Hardly cold enough for you to be wrapped up in blankies like a babe, elf!"

"C. O. L. D. It is cold. Very cold. You're just ..."

"Possessed of more hardiness than an anorexic pixie carrying heavy shopping?" the warrior suggested.

"... stop mocking me. I like my cloak cocoon. And when the winter is over I'll emerge from it like a beautiful butterfly, and then you'll be the one who looks stupid."

"Aye, I'm sure."

"I will!"