Keyra's Story

Keyra followed after Dravon after getting some of her strength back. They seemed to wander down the hall quite a ways before coming to another room. The young Val had ended up last of the group, her body still far from being recovered. Weariness and the occasional swirling of the hall in her eyes kept her footsteps slow as she followed after them. Once they reached the room, her wings pulled up tightly unconsciously though they caught on the entrances' fabric. The touch sent a slight chill down her back, but otherwise she was unfazed.

Halting behind the others, Keyra's gaze narrowed at the woman who approached them. Something about her was off. It gave Keyra the chills and the hair at the base of her neck stood. As she spoke, her tone of voice was even more proof of something not being right about her. In addition to that, the fact that she knew Dravon without him saying anything about himself or even introducing himself to her, had Keyra stepping forward with the intent to defend should she have to. Her golden eyes narrowed at the woman as her jaw set tightly.

With her wings twitching every so often out of unease, Keyra glanced around. The woman's next words as Dravon also sounded surprised that she knew him, put Keyra in an even more tense mode than a moment before. Her hand snaked back to where her blade was sheathed, except it wasn't there anymore and all she grabbed was air. The Val's heart lurched to her throat for a moment before she moved and flared open her wings, despite the slight tinge of pain shooting through her shoulders from them still being a bit tender.

"What do you mean by 'all information is scribed and cataloged for further reference? What have you done?" Keyra all but snarled the words out from her tightly set jaw. It may have been a bit of fear driving her anger. After all, the last thing she remembered was being in a fight with a rather horrifying creature that had clearly overpowered them. Then to be told they were unconscious for six days... The feeling in the pit of Keyra's stomach was less than comforting.

Taking another step forward, she had placed herself just slightly ahead of Dravon, angling herself as she glowered at the woman, "Our weapons. Now. And start explaining. Everything," she hissed, "You also said 'upon entering this world'. Where are we," it wasn't really a question that came from her lips, but more like a demand. An order. One that Keyra expected the answer to.

Elruin
Keyra seemed a little paranoid or maybe she was just cautious because of her previous experience. "If at all possible, we should recover our weapons, retrieve Sevral and leave." Elruin responded with a flat bored voice “We should indeed get going but perhaps it’s better to leave Sevral. If he hasn’t woken up we should let him rest he may need it.” Elruin didn’t care about Sevral and he wasn’t going to wait for him.

The hallway towards this Canoness was odd but it didn’t bother Elruin too much. Dravon entered the Canoness’s room passing through the fabric strips Elruin followed him. There were two constructs inside the room one was the normal nurse but the second seemed to be a special construction. It confused Elruin a little bit that the engineers from Creed gave their constructs ranks but it had to have some function. There was a short awkward silence before Dravon and the nurse shared a few words notably she referred to Dravon as a lord. Dravon had gone from captain, to sir to lord Elruin wanted to sigh if this went on Dravon would be a king in two days. Well maybe it would advantageous to have powerful allies that are respected by the people but maybe the canoness was just very pollite. Keyra was less courteous demanding answers Elruin gave her a glance waiting for her to stop talking before he said “Stop acting like a frightened animal Keyra. This canoness isn't alive, it and the Nurses are constructs.” Elruin looked at the canoness “I’m not sure how intelligent these golems are however.” Elruin was quite curious about Creed’s golems but he wasn’t sure what to do about it.

Enuren followed the others silently. Her eyes roamed over the hall, the ‘people’ and their general surroundings. She found herself feeling extremely uneasy more so than when they had travelled underground. Everything here felt so unnatural. The perspective was off. The woman put a hand to her stomach as if it would somehow centre her.

Dravon’s odd sway in his walk told her that he too was not comfortable with the way the place toyed with ones perceptions. She was grateful that she was not the only one. For a moment she feared she was ill.

Enuren stepped through the opening, Keyra at her back. The woman looked drawn and on edge. Once again Enuren was glad she was not the only person affected by this place and what had gone on.

The sunlight made Enuren blink a few times. She noticed the desk, the people but the lack of other furniture was odd. She looked around with her eyes though kept her head focused forward. She felt trapped despite the large room. The presence of one of the nurses did nothing to ease her discomfort with this place.

The other woman looked at them and Enuren found herself instantly on edge as the woman took a very stiff position. Everything here is wrong. Nothing felt natural in this place and Enuren did not like it at all. The woman’s voice just added an eerie quality to the whole situation.

Enuren found herself wrapping her arms about her body as if protecting herself from some unknown and invisible entity.

She looked to Keyra who spoke, asking questions that Enuren too had been thinking. She watched as the Val stepped forward, demanding their things and an explanation. Enuren stepped in behind her offering a silent support.

Enuren looked at Elruin. “Alive or not they have our things and surely someone here is real and knows what is going on.”

The Canoness looked on at the group as they voiced their discomfort with what was happening with their situation at hand. Her stance and position, centered in the room was more of a position of necessity, then one of authority. But her chiming voice rang out once again as she addressed them.

Her head scanning the group as she speaks "The full image you all see is somewhat less, I am largely more capable then my lesser counterparts, but they all follow my direction and those of my superiors. As for a living being, this hospice has had no need for such attendance in the last decade. This is the way things are in the world of Creeds, I am sure that your companion Sevral would have mentioned this.. if so inclined."

As she speaks it is clear that there is a vast amount of imitation passing in front of them, she moves more fluidly then the other nurses and even motions with her hands given the reason for such. Though there is still a hint of stiff rigidness in her posture from time to time.

"As for your belongings, they have already been sent for after I was given word of your awakening. To be honest, I was thinking that you would stay quite a bit longer with us, even with such healing received. Injuries such as the ones you all possessed were not easily mended on our part."

Dravon could feel a curse pop from his lungs, but the stifling reason in his mind only made the impact arch an eyebrow. "Injuries.." He said flatly.

"Oh yes.. one does not witness such an event from close range and not walk away bear little harm. We spent half of your internment here removing the shrapnel from your bodies and mending the wounds. The crystal pieces were just picked up today by a group from Cabal." The only time she moves from her position is to pick up a sheet of velum from the desk and look it over."Three woman and a scribe."

Dravon bends his head for a moment as he can feel a moment of realization break from his mind and the name of Viya escape his lips with a low drawn sigh.

The Canoness does not miss a moment as she responds with an approving point of her finger. "Yes.. her and the others. We rarely get visitors here from Cabal, not many are trusting of our kind.. which I feel is a double standard."