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« Reply #15 on: November 29, 2005, 12:05:22 AM »

Ichwe listened and quietly handed the elf a cup of tea and set before the elf a platter of steaming meat, vegetables and some fruit.  Ichwe did not like meat, but he knew that most did, so he offered it to the elf.  "The creature whom you had the misfortune to run into was like yourself. I mean he was a man or a woman.  The difficulty is that creatures such as these have not been seen in decades.  Usually the first one is conjured up by a very powerful magician, but even they cannot hold such a creature for long. More than likely the creature turned upon the magician and that is what you ran into."  He paused as he sipped some tea, "Yes, to have succombed to the poison running rampant through your bloodstream would not have been pleasent."  

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« Reply #16 on: November 29, 2005, 04:18:22 AM »

Tythle took the tea and the plate of food gladly, with a small smile of thanks at Ichwe, and quickly set it before him on his lap before he burnt his hands. He began to eat, small bite from each part of food on the dish, enjoying each as he ate. He stopped only to tuck some hair behind his ear that had fallen forward.

"I'm curious Ichwe, what is going on in the city? There were many guards at the main gate, it seemes the city is expecting a attack." The elf looked over with a slightly worried look on his face, causing line of worry to appear on his youthful face. Tythle hoped not, there were may innocents in the city, he hoped that whatever the reason was for the extra guards was not war.

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« Reply #17 on: November 30, 2005, 02:25:22 AM »

Ichwe nodded. "Though we at the temple hardly interfere with or interact with those of the city except to heal we do hear things.  You can be rest assured there is no war, but there was a foiled attempt upon King Cedric's life.  That is why all the gates are closed and no one goes in or out without being searched and asked for names by the city guards.  It was the Kings orders."  Ichwe poured himself another cup of tea, and then sat back down again and leaned conspiratorily toward Tythle, "Though I have heard rumors about Lord Voltigar being in the city, though he keeps his presence hidden.  He and the King have been bitter enemies ever since the King deposed Lord Voltigar ten years ago.  Many citizens would love to have Lord Voltigar as King once again."  He paused as he took a sip of tea, "He was a hard King but a just one, unlike King Cedric, his cousin Trelor, the Warden of the dungeon and his royal attendant whos name escapes me at the moment."  Ichwe paused again as he stared into his cup. "But those things a healer must not discuss. Idle gossip, they are..."How are you feeling?" He asked as he raised his eyes.

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« Reply #18 on: December 01, 2005, 02:41:22 AM »

"I am feeling better thanks to you and Nichea's help, for which I am again very grateful for." The ranger mulled over the information that Ichwe gave him. "So the city is in the mist of a revolt?" Tythe looked at the healer, knowing that Ichwe most likey didn't want to speack more but the elf felt the need to know more. If he had entered the city at a time like this, who know who he would run into, or who would try to recruit him.  

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« Reply #19 on: December 01, 2005, 02:53:22 AM »

"Yes, I am afraid that may be the case. But like I said, we healers should not talk about such things.  When you are better, I suggest if you wish to know more to go to Arth's Spot. An inn off of Cedric's street, it seems to be the place for information. Most of the citizens go there for food and ale. Unless you go down to the docks, the inns are much less cleaner and cater more to thieves and sailors.  But that is your choice.  However since the sun has set and it is now dark I suggest that you stay here until you are fully healed and then be on your way.  We usually do not ask for money for our services, as we heal all, poor or rich, but we do ask for donations if you please."  Ichwe pointed to a small wooden box hung on a post in the room.  "I will leave you now so you can rest unless you have more questions, that I can answer, no more idle talk please, I have talked more than I should have already.  Master Nichea will not be happy with me if he finds out."

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« Reply #20 on: December 07, 2005, 07:19:22 AM »

Tythle nodded after Ichwe finished talking. "I wonder if I may try to walk around the room a little?" Tythle pointed to a near by window. "Might I try to go to the window?" He hoped so Scion had taken off as soon as the ranger has been brought to the temple entrance, but now that Tythle had been cared for and was mending he wanted to see his friend again. He sat up a little more off the cot that he had been lying on waiting to see if the healer would let him or not.

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« Reply #21 on: December 29, 2005, 01:16:22 AM »

Ichwe replied, "Yes you may walk around. But for only short periods of time, until you are stronger.  Walking will help the body to heal, it seems that by walking it makes the blood in the body go around in it faster.  It has something to with the heart, I do not know all, but I am learning.  This is something my studies are just touching on."

Suddenly the door opened and other students rushed in followed by Nichea who was followed by the strangest people Ichwe had ever seen.  He knew they were elves, by their physical apperance, but the color of their skins were totally different, one was a golden and the other like moonlight.  They carried a man upon a litter.  Ichwe hurried over. "Master, what has happened?"

"The Commander has been shot. He has lost alot of blood. Quickly we must attend to him."

Ichwe nodded and rushed over to the shelves filled with all sorts of medicines and herbs and began to prepare several concoctions at once.  In the meantime Nichea pointed to another cot, near where Tythle lay, "Place him there gentlemen if you please.  I must see to my apprentices work to help him along.  We have not much time."

NIchea nodded at Tythle as he passed, "I see you are up and about that is good.  I would like to speak with you somemore, but as you can see I have another soul to save. Later...after I have taken care of the Commander...perhaps we can talk."

Nichea left without waiting for an answer and walked over to oversee Ichwe's preperations.

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« Reply #22 on: December 29, 2005, 09:23:22 AM »

Ratdragon helped Taka carry the commander inside the temple, following the priest. Laying him down where another man indicated, Ratdragon stood and glanced around the room. It was obviously a temple, and its most notable occupant was another elf, Qualhoirhim by the appearance.

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« Reply #23 on: December 29, 2005, 01:57:22 PM »

The ranger did not bother to respond to the head healer for he and now his apprentice had another, in grave condition to tend to. Tythle noticed that the others that came in with Nichea were elven, one was from the same tribe as him. Nodding at the somewhat staring elf he sat up slowly and walked to the window and looked out at the city as the light faded. He stood still unsure whether to call Scion or not seeing as it could up set the healers and their work, so he simply look in the sky hoping to see his feathered friend.

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« Reply #24 on: December 31, 2005, 02:06:22 AM »

Tilath and Turin were completely exhausted by the time they reached the temple doors. They did not bother to knock but burst into the main area where to Tilath's surprise he saw Damien being taken care of by Nichea.  Nichea and Tilath went way back. It was one of the reasons why he knew so much about healing.  He smiled up at Grunok as other healers who noticed the blood and wounds upon the Orc were rushing to help them. "See Grunok, Damien is not dead, just wounded like you are.  These healers will help you with your wounds, if you let them.  I think you can sit in this chair now." Tilath said motioning to a nice big wooden chair near a roaring fire place set in an alcove off to the left of the main room.

Turin and the rest of the guards, weary but alert stood watch at the door when the report of the King's death rang out.  There were several gasps of astonishment from some of the healers and some suspicious stares at Grunok and the others, but nothing was said outloud.  Nichea was so busy with Damien that he did not even notice the newcomers.

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« Reply #25 on: December 31, 2005, 05:30:22 AM »

Ratdragon nodded back to the Qualhoirhim elf, turning his attention to Damien. He was in good hands now, and hopefully the healers would be able to take care of him.

Turning at the sound of footsteps, the elf was surprised to see armed men escorting a wounded orc. Ratdragon nearly drew his sword at the sight of the creature, but quickly realized that this must be the orc that Damien told him about, this must be Grunok.

Hearing shouts of the king's death, the elf smirked. The king that Damien wanted to dethrone was dead. The smirk quickly turned to a frown however, as the elf realized that he hadn't been able to fight at all. He had been looking forward to at least one exciting battle. Sighing, the elf turned back to the healer.

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« Reply #26 on: January 01, 2006, 04:06:23 AM »

Hearing the news of the king's death Takashi mutters to himself.
Well, I guess this puts me out of work here.
Takashi stands back as the orc enters. He'd known some orcs in his time. Not all of them were mindless killing machines. And if this one was a friend of Damien, then he had no quarrel with it.

In death there is life, I bring death, to those who are deserving of it...

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« Reply #27 on: January 03, 2006, 10:04:23 AM »

Grunok's head swam the whole way from the dungeon to the Temple and he leaned heavily on Tilath and the younger man.  Blood ran freely from his three wounds and the armour he wore rubbed the one under his arm, making it worse than perhaps it would have been otherwise.  

Finally they arrived at the Temple.  Grunok was half guided, half-carried in by the two guards.  As they burst between the doors Grunok caught a glimpse of many people milling around or prone but didn't bother to identify them as his wounds drained him.  He was looking for a place to sit when people started to converge upon him and then Tilath said "See Grunok, Damien is not dead, just wounded like you are. These healers will help you with your wounds, if you let them. I think you can sit in this chair now."

What!?
thinks Grunok in shock, a grunt of surprise leaving his lips as his legs buckle beneath him.  He sits down hard upon the floor as the medics finally reach him but he bats them away, craning his neck to see who it is that lies upon the bed Tilath had indicated.  Half-crawling, half scooting along the floor, he pushes himself up high enough to see over the bed.  

Black hair, bloody but recognisable spills over the side of the bed.  The slim, muscled frame and the face which had so quickly imprinted itself upon Grunok's mind; these are grey with blood loss, not unlike Grunok's own pallor, but still belong to... "Day-me-unn," Grunok breathes, his gold eyes wide with mingled confusion, worry and relief.  

Grunok's eyes flutter and he sits down again, the victim of a wave of dizziness from the shock and the blood loss.  This time he will not fuss when the medics come for him, but his eyes stay fixed toward the bed where Damian lies.

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« Reply #28 on: January 03, 2006, 11:25:23 PM »

Nichea was just finishing putting the last of clean bandages upon Damien and was about to pour some blood enhancing herbs down his throat when he noticed the comotion: An Orc was throwing his people around like rag dolls trying to get to Damien.  Nichea did not have any weapon of sorts; but he tried to protect Damien, until he realized the Orc just wanted to see the Commander.  When the Orc did, he just said his name, collapsed and then allowed his people attend him, but the Orc would not leave Damien's side.  He looked at Tilath, recognized him as well as some of the other guards and asked. "Do you know this Orc, Tilath?"

"Yes Nichea, his name is Grunok and before you ask, yes it was him and I that killed the King and his cousin, Trelor.  Actually Grunok did most of the work, but it was a righteous killing."

Nichea frowned. "I do not believe the taking of one's life is righteous, necessary maybe, but righteous?"

Tilath just shrugged his shoulders. "Whatever you may call it, it is done and good riddance to both of them." He spat.

A young apprentice quickly cleaned up the spittle. "How many times have I told you Tilath that the temple floor is not a spitoon." Nichea said.

"Sorry, can some of your healers look after my men?"

"They already are.  I will see to the ministrations of this Orc, Grunok."

Nichea watched as his young apprentices worked feverishly over the Orc, who would not leave Damien's side.  Nichea decided to drag a cot over to Damien's side, hoping Grunok would get the message and lie upon it. It would make trying to heal the Orc easier for sure.   He turned and went back to his shelves and began searching for the herbs to help make an Orc, recover his blood. Peculiar, I have never seen such devotion, I wonder what the Commander did to create such devotion?  He thought as he found what he was looking for and began his preperations.

Ichwe addressed the two elves. "Gentlemen, I thank you for your help. Does any of you need anything? Food? Drink? Are you wounded in anyway?

Tilath sat down wearlily as some healers came over and put small bandages upon his, mostly self-inflicted wounds: the crushing of Trelor's machines of horror, had caused some splinters and Trelor's rats had attacked him as well. He looked wearlily over at his small group of men and weakly smiled, some smiled back the rest kept a wary eye upon the temple door.

Nichea headed for Grunok. "Gentlemen, you know we do not allow drawn weapons in the temple, either sheathe them, or go outside." He said nonchalantly to Tilath's men.  The men looked at one another for a moment and then sheathed their weapons.  They knew better than to disobey Nichea.  Though Nichea had no visable weapon, they had all heard stories that he possessed some sort of magic and they all feared magic.

Nichea approached the wounded Orc waiting for him to get upon the cot so he could minister to him.  His healers had done the best they could but now it was his turn.

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« Reply #29 on: January 06, 2006, 11:40:23 AM »

Grunok moves on to the cot obediently, still keeping one eye on Damien to see if he would wake up or acknowedge him.  He ignores the healers while moving when they require it so that they may tend to him as they see fit.  For him, the reason for his being there is no longer about being healed, but about seeing Damien.  Although he feels it, it is beyond him to grasp that these are really one and the same.

Damien is alive, thinks Grunok, the concept finally taking root in his mind.  He survived.  Grunok puts his head back and lies still for a while, staring at the ceiling and letting the clerics do as they would.  Eventually his brain puts all the pieces together, but the picture he comes up with is very strange to the orc.  Humans are odd, he says to himself.  I don't think I will ever understand them.  Although, he muses, just look how far I have come already in one day.

His head turns back of its own accord to look at Damien as he thinks over the events of that day, especially of the morning when he had made his first human friends.  His musings remind him of Thai, and he wonders how his first friend is doing this night.

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