Chapter Three: Onto the War

[Radaroc]

Radaroc watched in awe as magic filled the air and the two mages fought.  It seemed to him that Gararion began to throw more and more of his energy into attacking the witch than what had been protecting.  

Gouts of flame flew from the druid in all directions.  The trolls green eyes widened in fear as he saw a rolling ball of fire fly towards him.  He dove away but was scored badly on his back.  Radaroc roared in pain and fury.

Radaroc's vision darkened for a few seconds before it cleared.  His eyes opened to see the charred body of Rhas and the limp form of Gararion.  He struggled to his feet, leaning heavily on his sword to keep his balance.

In the begining I was weak.  Now I have purpose.  Stay me from my path and the Gods themselves cannot save you.

[Shaint]

"WHAT IS C'OO'RS NAME!!!!!!!" Shaint shouted loudly in Elvish in the quick state of shock converting to his Native tongue 'Keelin!' Shaint thought quickly as he tossed his body over hers as a fireball blew the backside of the wagon to bits the old man unfortunatly going with the explosian soon after came a giant wall of fire engulfing the wagon, The ring seemingly exploaded the wagon from it's power and force to protect Keelin Shaint received the greatest pain agony he has every felt,

"GYYAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" Shaint eyes filled with water as he closed them tightly and gritted his teeth allmost to the point of making them shatter under there own clenching force, as the flames raced over Shaint's body igniting his shirt and boot's and for the most part all clothing on his body, large portions of his skin gained boils from the heat but as soon as it came it passed Shaint's clothes still afflame his shirt had burned completely away into ass around him as luckilly his leathered pants did not assist the flame as it died out, Shaint's hair had been charred and the end turned bright yellow in color and smelt of smoke,

Shaint's body rolled off of Keelin and to the left form it's own weight Shaint's face wet from the tears of pain, as a large portion o fhis back and chest could only be defined at c'oor's face...his eyes slowly opened still in pain, but it soon turned to numbness as most of his body he couldent move or feel, as his left hand was clenched it slowly opened from the lack of control the ring rolling from his hands out onto the ground and spinning in the circular motion of something right before it would fall and fell flat on the ground....

He who lives by the sword Lives with Pain Anger and Sorrow,

But he who lives by the sword lives not with regret for he who lives by the sword lives with Redemtion

[KeelinElf]

Keelin sat up and shook her head. Wha? She looked around, trying to get her bearing after being knocked into the ground and screamed at, and spotted Shaint next to her. Ava, not again! She turned and got to her knees, panicked and pissed off. She waved a hand in front of his face to make sure he'd noticed her and signed: 'Where's it hurt?'

There isn't enough time to do everything and too much time to do nothing.

[Radaroc]

Feeling his strength returning Radaroc heaved his sword up.  He stalked over to where Rhas was.  "Alright witch, time to die." he stated matter-of-factly.  Bringing his sword about a great arc he swung.

With a sickening THUCK" the fire druid was bisected at her ribs.  His deed done he let his sword drop.  Stumbling over to Gararion he unslung his water bladder, unharmed as it had been hung over his back as he faced the flames.

Kneeling he pulled the elf's head up and let some of it drip over his blackend face and lips.

Expect the worse, that way, you're never dissapointed.

[Gararion]

As the troll pulled the elf's head up, it seemed heavy, to hevy for a elf.  As he poured the water into the elf's mouth, it found a route through his throat, though it seemed not to help the elf, at least for now.  The elf still remained limp and motionless.

       

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[Radaroc]

Finding this course useless Radaroc moved on, to Shaint sprawled near Keelin.  "Is he alright?" a plaintive tone in his normally hard voice.

Expect the worse, that way, you're never dissapointed.

[Raoneth]

And the wind grew stronger, as did the heat. Raoneth made his decision. Why am I here. Money? I see no money. Forget me, they will. Ignore me and leave, taking their money with them. In the interests of my money and safety I leave. Sounds right. Sounds defencible.
 Raoneth turned and walked, the sand crunching unhearably yet feelably underneath his feet. He put back his hood, the wind helped it keep on, for once the wind allways flies against you. Why is that really? Rule of movement, even without wind it would seem as the wind was against me perhaps. No, not fast enough.
 A slight but unnaturally uncomfortable wave of heat (yet of a quite comfortable temperature) hit Raoneth's back. In spite of himself he turned to see if everything was all right. His hood knocked back by the wind. He kept it off as he walked on.

Raoneth - Me

[Gararion]

( OOC:  Is this a post saying that you are no longer playing or just a regular post hoping for some reaction? )

       

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[Bobbo the Beggar]

Tristin The Tristin walked over to his fallen warrior and knelt beside him next to Bobbo.  He put his hand on the man's forehead and said, "May the gods receive you and take you to eternal bliss, for you were a great man in life."

Qui said nothing, his ability to speak already passing.  As his eyes rolled into the back of his head, the Tristin bent over his motionless head and kissed his forehead.''

"You will be remembered always," he said tears in his eyes.

He closed the eyes of the dead man and rose to his feet.

"Two of my dearest friends have died because of this affair.  Oscar and now Qui.  Curse you, Troas and you Rhas!" he said.

Robert  Robert watched silently as the Tristin gave Qui honorable death.  Suddenly, Lucirina jumped to her feet, grabbing Qui's sword and mounting a horse.  Robert did not seek to stop her, but picked up his own sword, which was lying nearby, and stood by her side.

"As you said, Lucirina," said Robert.  "If we die, we will die with honor, for I would not allow you to face evil alone.  Qui would not have done so, even had it been me who had died."

He raised his sword, preparing to attack, when suddenly fire came shooting everywhere.  Fireballs shoot all around him.  Then a ring of fire shot out from the center of the city.  It was so quick, Robert had no time to duck.  It hit him square in the face, giving him a nasty burn and sending him flying to the ground.

"Ouch!" he cried, bringing his good hand up to his face and feeling the char.

Luckily his eyes had not been hit and he was not struck blind.  However his nose was black and burning and his mouth was dry.

Getting slowly to his feet, his muscles responding slowly due to the shock of the sudden fire, he looked around in silence.  Many were hurt from the ring.  Horses lay on the ground neighing in pain.  Many men were on the ground, some with worse wounds than Robert's.  Some had been struck in the eyes and were now blind.

The Tristin had raised his sword to cover his face and, amazingly, the sword had blocked the flame from charring his face.  His hair was a little black and burnt, but he was in good condition.

Looking closer to where he stood, he saw Lucirina's horse lying on the ground screaming in pain.  Nearby was Lucirina, apparently being thrown from the horse in its panic.

Rushing to her side, he turned her over.  She was heavily bruised, both from the fireball fall and the horse fall, but she was alive and would heal.

"You have done enough this day," he said to her tenderly, "You are wounded, weary, and heartsick.  I trust that the mage who had called forth that windstorm has defeated Rhas.  It is time you rested."

Not waiting for a reply, he picked her up in his arms and walked into the city.  As he continued, he saw the body of Rhas with a bloody sword lying nearby.  He nodded, his suspicions proving true.  Lying nearby was a slumpt form of a mage.

Finding an inn, he talked with the startled innkeep and got a room.  Taking Lucirina upstairs he laid her on the bed.  It was a rather comfortable bed, this being one of the best inns in this part of the city.  The room was clean and sparkling.  There was little furniture, but all necessities were met.

"Now you stay here and rest," he said to her, "by order of Lord Robert Junakin.  To betray would be treason."

He smiled at his kidding and tried to get Lucirina to smile.

"You know, laughter is the strongest medicine to a great many hurts and woes," he said, "but I will send a healer to you as soon as I find one.  Don't worry about me!  'Tis nary a scratch as they say.  I promise you I'll be fine.  You need no worry now, so rest.  I will see you as soon as I may."

With that he left.  His heart was filled with woe at all these happenings.  He remembered the night when Oscar died.  He didn't think Lucirina had ever forgiven him for not trying harder to save Oscar.  Now she would probably not forgive him for allowing Qui to die.

What is a man to do?  I am not perfect.  There are far better men than me in this world.  Oh, woe to me that I should be faced with such evils!  he thought in his darkness of soul.

Walking out of the inn, he said aloud to himself, "But there is much work to do. I cannot be inactive any longer.  Many need a healer or an apothecary.  We must find them."

Finding his way to the men, who were still trying to nurse their wounds, he shouted to them, "Those who are able, go throughout the city and the surrounding territory and find as many healers and apothecaries as you can.  Let the well help the sick."

The Tristin nodded at him for his wise order.  Then the Tristin himself went and knelt at the side of Gararion.  The compassionate king felt the fallen mage's forehead.  It was blazing with heat, but the Tristin knew what ailed him.

"Master troll," the Tristin said to the troll that stood nearby, "This man is in need of bedrest.  His spellcasting has sapped his strength.  He is to be honored when he awakes, for he has saved us all.  Would you mind taking him to a place of rest, sir?"

Robert came to the side of Shaint.  He looked down at him and nodded.  Looking about desperately, he found a small plant shooting through the stones of the road.  He pulled it out.  Finding a bowl and a horsetrough of water, he put the water in the bowl.  He then place the plant in the water and stirred it around with his fingers.

He brought the bowl to Shaint and brought it to his lips, allowing a little of the medicinal water to drip into his mouth.  As it went down his throat, he immediately began to lessen in heat.  His breathing returned to normal and his burns began to return to the tint of his skin.

"This may sting," said Robert, "but it will lessen the pain."

He took the rest of the water and rubbed it on his burns.  They began to lessen in pain.

Tell me which is better:  to die defending your country or to live and watch your homeland die?
Ralai, King of Adylius

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