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Post by Zaph on Jun 26, 2011 8:40:53 GMT -6
Taking his key, Zaph nodded cheerfully. "Yeah. We'll need to wake pretty early, I'm guessing. Anyways, goodnight you guys. I need sleep." With a yawn, Zaph turned and shot up the stairs, getting to his room as fast as his already-tired feet would take him. When he reached the top of the stairs, he turned to the left, looking for his room. When he found it, he stuck the key in, and walked into the room.
The room seemed rather nice to just be part of an inn. The sheets on the bed were ornate and beautiful, and there was a large trunk at the foot of his bed, and a wonderful window view of the city beside his bed. There was a small table with two chairs in the corner, where Zaph leaned his lance and set his cloak. He removed his armor, proceeding to set it in the trunk at the foot of his bed. After securing his things, Zaph plopped down on the soft bed and let out a sigh of pleasure. It had been a while since the young rider had slept anywhere but the cold and damp forest floor with his wyvern...
As he lay his head into the pillow and shut his eyes, Zaph couldn't help but miss Dopey even more. What if the wyvern thought no one was coming for him? Zaph's stomach lurched. He didn't know how he'd live without his wyvern. He was more than a traveling companion. He was Zaph's best friend...
Eventually, the young man fell into a restless sleep. ----------------------------------------------------------------- "Seems like a good idea to me," Isabella spoke, directed towards Erasmus. "It wouldn't be too smart to go charging in there, after all. Right, Zaph?" She turned her attention to him, worried that he missed his wyvern enough to blindly charge into the cave in a desperate attempt to see his wyvern again. However, Zaph had already disappeared up the stairs. Isabella sighed.
The young woman walked toward the stairs, then stopped, and turned toward the monk. "Thank you for your help today. I know that if we don't make it to Ilia, it won't have been worth much, but you did save my life." She stared at him for a moment, studying him. He was a monk. Etrurian. He shouldn't feel obligated to help anyone, especially someone from Lycia. She held high respect for this Erasmus already, though she barely knew him.
She offered the monk a warm smile, then slowly turned away, paused again, and climbed the stairs silently, finding her own room. Inside, she tucked away her own things, removed her outer layer of clothing, crawled into bed, and slept, dreaming of the idea of flying to Ilia to obtain the only thing that could sustain her life.
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Post by Erasmus on Jun 26, 2011 12:12:31 GMT -6
As the group parted ways for the evening, Erasmus wandered up the torch-lit staircase, room key in hand. He received a small shock when Isabella was waiting at the top. He gave a polite smile when she thanked him for his services. He maintained that demeanor when he responded.
"As I said before, it was the least I could do. I have faith in you and Zaph, and I'm sure we can recover his missing wyvern. If we do, then Ilia is not a far cry."
As Isabella turned away, smiling, Erasmus continued the short trek to his room. Upon entering the compound, he immediately knew why Isabella's mind had dwelled on this inn so excessively. To put it simply, the room was beautiful. The bed was decorated with fine ornate maple, the kind royalty would consider a blessing to have. The cloth blankets were exquisitely collaged as well. In addition, the walls were not only constructed of top quality stone, but they were also dyed a pleasing light grey. This, by all means, had to be the work of a master craftsman.
Erasmus removed his cloak, leaving him in his pale tunic and leggings. He flopped onto the luxurious bed, admiring its tender softness. He closed his eyes for a few moments before retrieving his tome, which was still hidden within his shed cloak. Looking through a few of the pages, he blessed himself for being able to decipher such difficult passages. Wielding magic proficiently required a massive amount of mental capacity, as well as critical reasoning. Although Erasmus was only a novice in the course of magical warfare, his intellect was a powerful force to be reckoned with.
The young monk closed his eyes, mindlessly fiddling with the tome's pages out of boredom. After a while, he set the thick book aside and extinguished the room's vivid set of rare scented candles.
Tomorrow... a term used to refer to the future... an indefinite term as well...
Erasmus had an odd habit of analyzing simple words in his mind when preparing to go to sleep. It was more or less a defense mechanism, with the sole focus of warding off the nightmares he experienced as a child. Tonight would be an exception, though...
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Post by Zaph on Jun 27, 2011 9:12:47 GMT -6
The sun peeked above the horizon shyly, casting a warm pink glow across the morning city of Santaruz. It immediately woke Zaph, who felt as though he hadn't even gone to sleep in the first place. He groaned heavily; even sleep couldn't overtake his grief at this point. He hoped that Erasmus and Isabella were already up and downstairs waiting for him, as he felt as though he really couldn't wait any longer. He needed Dopey, and was sure Dopey needed him as well.
Getting out of bed, Zaph dressed himself in his armor, wrapped his cloak around him, and took his lance at his side, using it as a walking stick for the time being. He made sure his room was the way he'd left it, even though he knew the sheets and things would have to be washed. Once everything was in order, he quietly stepped out of his room and shut the door, proceeding downstairs, where Isabella was already seated at the table.
"Good to see you," Zaph said with a warm smile, "now, what plans do you have?" ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Isabella was up and alert before the sun was. The moon was falling back into the sky; surely it was very, very early morning still. Isabella, however, could not sleep. Not only did she want to help Zaph find his wyvern, she also wanted to find the wyvern because it would save her life in the end. She packed her things quickly and carelessly, rushed out of her door, and shot down the stairs.
She picked a table and sat down, tapping her fingers along its edge like a drum. Impatient and anxious, Isabella stared at the staircase for what seemed like hours, waiting for either Zaph or Erasmus to make their way down. Her day would likely be action-packed, as she had already formulated a plan of attack. A strategy that, given the ability of the two men was great enough, would succeed without even the slightest chance of failure, or so the young thief thought.
She sighed heavily. She desperately hoped that they hadn't already offed Dopey. Fortunately for her, Zaph came bolting down the stairs at just that moment. As he asked her about the plan, she laughed. "Let's wait for your friend, so we can go over it together. Are you ready?"
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Post by Cen on Jun 27, 2011 10:25:13 GMT -6
Cen walked into the Santaruzian- Santaruzen? tavern/inn/restaurant very early in the morning. With literally no sense of direction, it had taken him some time to get here from Ostia. He wanted something to eat, but he didn't have any money. He'd mostly come in, to have a seat and rest, maybe find some honest work. He remembered his dad explaining honest work as work no one who has a choice will do. As the Squire's stomach growled he realized he might no have a choice.
He looked around the room, to see if there was anyone who looked like they needed work done. Sadly most of the people seemed to be looking for work themselves, although they looked more like Mercenary-Types than Laborers. Cen would be willing to do work like that, though he doubted anyone would want someone as green as Cen.
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Post by Erasmus on Jun 27, 2011 10:31:41 GMT -6
As the sun sent its first few rays above the horizon, Erasmus felt himself awaken from his slumber instantly. He had fallen asleep quickly, but his rest was anything but comfortable. A certain nightmare plagued him restlessly, but when he had awoken, he could not remember exactly what happened in the dream.
Without a sound so as not to wake any other people staying at the inn, Erasmus filed down the staircase, fully equipped with his cloak and tome. He immediately glimpsed Zaph and Isabella already seated at the small table.
"Good morning, friends..." he said with a yawn. "I trust you both are prepared for the task at hand. Do either of you have a plan set in place?"
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Post by Zaph on Jun 27, 2011 11:55:36 GMT -6
OOC: Just for this post, because it's more important for me to get a quality Zaph post, I'm starting with Isabella's post.
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Isabella smiled at the monk as he took a seat with them, welcoming him to the table. "Sleep well everyone? Well, here's my idea..." She began, leaning her arms forward on the table. She looked around cautiously to make sure there were no ears listening in on their conversation. "Zaph, if you let me borrow your cloak, I can approach the group disguised, pretending to be a wyvern merchant, ready to buy Dopey from them. These Slavers we'll be facing are well informed, and will likely be expecting SOMEONE to come looking for him to purchase. So, I'll be that someone. Right as they trust me as a merchant, you two will storm the cave, and I'll take them on with you. Given the situation, there isn't much beyond a surprise attack that we can do. At the very least, they'll let me inspect the wyvern, and I'll cut his ropes. That should start confusion too, once you two storm the cave. Sound good?"
As Isabella finished, she leaned back in her chair and sighed heavily. "It's risky, and will fail-- if we don't kill every single one of them and flee Santaruz immediately. These guys don't mess around. When they don't report in, someone will come looking for them. Someone more important, and much, much more dangerous. We'll have to prepare for departure before we even storm the cave. We're short on time, because we also have to hope that someone hasn't already come by to see Dopey."
Isabella stood, adjusting her gear, and headed towards the door. "If you have any questions, let's talk about it on the way. Let's go." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Zaph listened intently to the plan that Isabella had. It seemed like it would work well, given the fact that there were three of them, and Dopey would be-- hopefully-- free before they even revealed themselves. He watched her carefully as she explained, gaining faith in this plan.
If things worked, of course, he'd be able to repay her by taking her to Ilia to get her medicine. Zaph smiled. Things seemed to be working out rather well, especially considering the fact that the night before, Zaph had no hope for anything.
As Isabella stood, Zaph followed suit, and motioned for Erasmus to join him. They filed out the door, following Isabella, towards the gates of Santaruz. The morning sun was still apparent, and the weather hot. It was humid as well, providing for a most uncomfortable day to be outside.
As they approached the city gates, Zaph grew eager. He was ready to beat down the oppressors that had taken his only friend, caring only about the slave trade and money for themselves. It angered the young rider, and made him even more excited to take them down. He smiled with anticipation.
Isabella led the group to the outskirts of the city, along a dirt path, and Zaph grew more and more excited. She turned quickly onto a side road, and in the distance, a large cave could be seen. Nothing more, however. "We're here?" Zaph asked.
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Post by Erasmus on Jun 27, 2011 14:19:42 GMT -6
Erasmus actively listened to Isabella's plan, admiring her perk for strategizing. It would certainly be a risky venture, and Erasmus frowned upon killing the slavers, but it appeared to be their only credible choice. On the bright side, however, Isabella seemed to have a flair for stealth. After she finished, Erasmus joined her by the door, merely nodding at her. Zaph seemed keen on the idea as well, judging from his facial expressions.
When the three filed out of the inn, the hot summer sky rushed out to greet them with its high humidity, the stone streets still slightly wet from the previous night's downpour. Isabella was naturally designated as the navigator. She silently led the group the way Erasmus had come in, out through the city's gates. A small dirt path seemed to encircle the city's outer perimeter.
After a short distance of walking, Isabella took another path that branched off from the current one, which appeared to lead to a large but fairly well-hidden cave. Zaph seemed to be shivering with anticipation. Isabella remained silent, and Erasmus merely sighed.
"This is the most probable place," he said. "I'd imagine anyone who attempts to operate such a risky business would base themselves in a secretive area such as this."
He then turned to Isabella, giving her a wary nod. "We'll remain out here until you signal us somehow. I see a couple large rocks Zaph and I could use to hide briefly. You'll need to come up with a discreet signal to give us."
After Erasmus finished speaking, he instinctively cocked his head upwards, gazing into the mysterious heavens above, far above the atmosphere.
May St. Elimine watch over us all...
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Post by Zaph on Jun 27, 2011 16:17:27 GMT -6
Zaph listened to Erasmus speak about rocks, then spotted them himself. They would be wonderful to hide behind, though anything audible from inside the cave would be difficult to hear, and would likely require absolute silence from the two. The rider nodded, making his way quickly and quietly towards the rocks, following Isabella, who was leading them.
At the entrance of the cave, Zaph gave Isabella his cloak, and she quickly put it on, hiding herself and her face inside of it fairly well. She looked like she could be almost anything; moreover, Zaph would have likely believed her had she approached him saying she was a wyvern merchant. He smiled gleefully. Surely this plan would work.
Gripping his lance tightly, Zaph hid behind the rocks, taking an offensive stance for when it was their time to enter the cave. He met Isabella's eyes and nodded, then Erasmus's. This plan would require 100% accuracy and caution to the extreme, and even the slightest mess up could result in complete and total failure.
"Good luck," Zaph whispered. Isabella nodded. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Isabella lead the two carefully towards the cave mouth, being careful to stay quiet so that she would alert whoever was inside. This was risky for sure, and Isabella began to fear that something would go awry; something that would cause this plan to fail. However, shaking such detrimental thoughts from her mind, she grabbed Zaph's cloak from him and put it over herself, hiding all but her mouth and nose.
"Thanks," Isabella replied to Zaph. She offered him another warm smile, then stepped into the cave, walking with caution but also a prideful demeanor that would not indicate fear in any way. Her stride was confident, much like her personality, and could potentially intimidate some people.
"Who's there?" The brute voice came from further within the cave, and directly after, the wails of a frantic and desperate wyvern could be heard. Isabella's heart sank at thoughts of the poor animal in captivity. She was glad to be helping Zaph get him back.
Without delaying, replying smoothly as she knew how, Isabella's voice shot back loudly into the cave. "I hear you've got something new. Perhaps I'm interested, and came to take a look." She smiled, though the men could not see it. For a while, though, the thief heard no reply.
"Alrigh', if you say so. We was wonderin' just when somebody'd be out here to see 'im. Fine one, he is. Black, in fact; rare for his breed, m'guessin', so he'll fetch a high price indeed. 'Less your wallet's full, dear, I'd be turnin' back." The slaver laughed, and his friends with him. Isabella determined keenly that there were three of them, at least; unless of course one of them hadn't laughed and remained silent.
Isabella stopped walking. She had finally come within visible range of the men. Indeed there were three, two carrying axes, and one carrying a lance. They looked dirty, as though they hadn't showered in a good while; however, these men were definitely well-fed, and could easily go months without food. They seemed clumsy, Isabella determined. An easy lot if the utmost caution was used.
"My pocket's full enough, I assure you." The thief said with confidence. She could see the wyvern now. He was a runt, surely. Seemingly three-quarters the size of a normal wyvern, and colored black, Dopey was definitely an interesting specimen. One of and kind; and, if not, surely his type was scarcely seen. The big blue eyes that belonged to Dopey looked upon Isabella with a more curious sadness. Isabella smiled. Perhaps this creature could sense something other than malice. Good, she thought, because soon, you'll be free. No need to be sad anymore.
The grunt holding the lance walked towards her, shooting far above her short stature. He mumbled something under his breath, then turned, and walked back towards his friends. "Take a look. See if you fancy 'im." He sat down; clearly, the men did not sense any danger from Isabella. Part one was a success. They trusted her as the merchant.
Isabella approached the wyvern, and scratched behind his ear. Dopey's big blue eyes met Isabella's green ones, and a silent understanding took place. "He's really nice," she said sheepishly. "Surely not cheap." As she spoke, she silently drew her dagger and brought it behind Dopey's neck, where his rope was. She placed her other hand on his cheek to calm him, and then...
The wyvern blasted into the air, roaring furiously, and flew out of the cave with speed.
That should be signal enough... Isabella thought, turning toward the men.
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Post by Cen on Jun 27, 2011 17:50:56 GMT -6
OoC: Sorry short post
Ic:Cen saw two men with weapons leave the tavern with a woman. That looked like Mercenary work, and Cen was sure that any Mercenary Group could use more members, no matter how limited their skill was. Cen followed slowly hoping he wouldn't alert them and get attacked. After they were out of the city they made a few quick turns. When they got to a cave of sorts, Cen realized his size kept him from hiding so he slowly approached with his right hand in the air. He called out,"Uhh, hey. I'm Cen, a Squire without a Knight." He smiled to show he was friendly.
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Post by Erasmus on Jun 27, 2011 18:32:11 GMT -6
Just as Erasmus received a rather noisy signal from Isabella, he motioned for Zaph to follow him briskly into the cave. However, he was stopped by a young man - no, a kid - in bright green armor, his right hand raised in an awkward position. He introduced himself as Cen, a squire without a knight.
Erasmus responded to him in a casual tone. "Cen... this is no place for a trainee. We're currently carrying out a mission, and we can't afford to fail. If you could lend us some sort of assistance, it'd be much appreciated, but... I'm sorry, but you'll need to stay away for the time being."
The young monk spoke rather quickly. By the time he had finished talking, he was already halfway to the caves entrance, tome in hand. Zaph was hurrying steadily behind him.
It seemed that Isabella was successful with her raid, but before he could complete that thought, a gigantic mass of black scales flew out of the cave entrance, roaring and snarling like an angry lion. Erasmus immediately ducked to avoid being tackled by this menace, his eyes still affixed to the cave's entrance.
I assume this is Dopey... he thought with a hint of cowardice. Those slavers certainly won't be pleased with their luxurious beast missing...
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Post by Zaph on Jun 28, 2011 15:22:26 GMT -6
As soon as Dopey came flying out of the cave, the fear in Zaph's heart left entirely. He laughed and smiled, running after the scattering wyvern. Eventually, poor Dopey settled down and let Zaph mount him. Missing the feel of his trusted friend, Zaph gave Dopey an affectionate scratch behind the ears, then brandished his lance from atop his mount. "Good to have you back, boy," Zaph began, but then Dopey ignored him. "Look, I'll explain later." He laughed, and leaned up and forward. "Now, let's help my friends!"
Dopey nodded, and shot forward back into the cave. Zaph pointed his lance forward automatically, meeting one of the Slavers as a target. "Gotcha now!" Zaph shouted with laughter, and Dopey picked up speed. The axe-user attempted to swing and Dopey's feet, but the clever wyvern picked his feet up, and Zaph punctured the man's chest with his lance, and Dopey brought him into the wall. A very lucky and very critical strike, Dopey and Zaph both smiled with pleasure.
Dopey howled deeply, happy to be free. Zaph looked over to Isabella and nodded. "Thank you," he called with a smile. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Isabella turned quickly, spreading her legs out and parting her feet, and threw the cloak off of her, allowing for greater flexibility. She brought her dagger forward, and the first axe-user charged her head-on, growling with a heated rage, and swung wildly. Isabella dodged it with ease, then swiped foward with furious speed, striking the man across his stomach. He stumbled backwards a bit, then came forward again, unfazed.
"Damnit!" She whispered under her breath. She jumped backwards to avoid the swing, but the axe caught her leg and dragged her down into the earth. She fell and slammed her head into the ground, moaning in pain. As the axe-user came forward again with another angry yell, Isabella snapped out of her painful seize and rolled out of the way. The axe stuck firmly in the ground. The blow would have killed her.
Mustering the strength she could, Isabella slashed upwards with her dagger, leaving a diagonal slash from the man's chest, up to his neck. Blood squirted profusely from the wound, and the big man fell to the ground, cold and dead. Isabella sighed, and actually let a laugh out as Zaph nodded to her. "You're welcome..." She breathed. She was injured, and couldn't walk well.
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Post by Erasmus on Jun 28, 2011 15:49:11 GMT -6
The successive events happened almost all too quckly for Erasmus to comprehend. Zaph and Isabella were currently fighting with two slavers, and they had seemed victorious. Erasmus remained hidden, calmly keeping his tome poised on one hand, ready for a potential assault.
Unfortunately, a stream of secondary slavers was forming at the cave's entrance, approaching steadfastly. Upon closer inspection, there only appeared to be three of them, two with slim swords and one armed with an iron axe. Erasmus put more emphasis on his crouch. However, it was too late. His hiding place had been breached.
The axe-wielding slaver was standing directly over Erasmus, weapon poised. With a jolt, the blonde monk scattered away with a roll, avoiding his attacker's swing, which instead his the large yet oddly brittle boulder, splitting it in two and and stunning the slaver, whose axe was now stuck in the ground.
Erasmus wasted no time in muttered a half-witted incantation, expecting it to fail. However, a flash of golden light ensued regardless, striking the slaver in the back, causing him to slump forward with a mighty groan - directly into his own axe.
Although the image was gruesome, Erasmus averted his eyes, instead turning his attention to the charging sword-wielders. Zaph and Isabella were a few yards behind him, with the latter having some sort of injury. Making a quick 45 degree turn, Erasmus chanted the Lightning incantation once more, his tome alight with magical energy. His spell was cast successfully, but instead of honing in on one of the targets, it diverged, hitting both of them at once. They flew backward several yards, howling. One of them managed to shatter his skull on the hard, splintered stone, causing instant death. The second one was merely stunned.
These slavers sure don't know much about combat, Erasmus dryly noted, his energy steadily depleting from casting the two Lightning spells.
He ran backwards blindly, leaving the stunned sowrd-wielder still rummaging around on the ground, and joining Zaph and Isabella, who were currently mounted on Dopey. Isabella was gasping, her leg covered in blood. Erasmus gasped slightly, wishing he had been studying as a priest for a moment, then turned to Zaph.
"Zaph. We need to evacuate, now. I fear that there are more of them coming momentarily. I saw a young man in light green armor not too long ago, wandering around this area. Shall we take him with us? He's only a kid..."
Erasmus was referring to Cen, the squire who was still in the danger zone.
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Post by Cen on Jun 28, 2011 16:20:27 GMT -6
Cen was amazed at the sight of the Wyvern. So amazed he didn't really hear Erasmus warn him. He was in a daze of fear and excitement for a few seconds, so he didn't realize his immediate danger. All of a sudden a hand as on his neck and he was thrown to the ground. He saw an axe rise into the air as a man was about to kill him. Luckicly one of the guys friends said, "He aint worth it mate, he's only a boy."
Cen was roughly dropped to the ground as he heard a lot of chuckling. Cen sat up and saw a lot of axe-men walking into the cave after the Acolyte and the man with the armor. Cen pulled himself off the ground and picked up his lance. Okay, decision time. While he wasn't sure who's Wyvern it originally was (though he doubted a group o guys living in a cave owned one) there were a lot more of these guys then Monk, Armor, and Multi hair colored woman. Also the woman looked injured.
Cen had to do what was right, stupid but right He ran through the "bandits", as his concious had named them, and turned to try and push one away. The guy was sadly a lot stronger than him and simply pushed Cen back raising his voice to say, "He's worth it now!" Cen backpedalled until he tripped on Dopey's tail. He stood up and, keeping his eyes on the bandits, said, "Okay so I don't suppose there's room on that Wyvern?"
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Post by Zaph on Jun 29, 2011 12:50:55 GMT -6
Realizing the severity of the situation, and the fact that there was still another slaver in the cave, Zaph dodged and flew behind his original position, letting Isabella climb atop Dopey's back. The wyvern was small, but could hold passenger's well. He was not weak, that much was certain. Instead of wasting his time fighting the last Slaver, Zaph saw it to be wiser to zip out of the cave as fast as he could.
Thereafter, he saw Erasmus handling a new group of slavers. The young rider looked behind him to Isabella, and spoke over the commotion. "I suppose you were right about them picking up on things rather quickly," he began with a laugh, "but there's no sense in this." Zaph grabbed Dopey's reigns and shot up, high into the air, then twirled once. Zaph laughed with glee, and Isabella grabbed around him, her face turning green with motion sickness.
The reunited pair dove down from the sky and Zaph used his lance to impale a slaver that was chasing a young green-clad squire. He looked rather young, even younger than Zaph, perhaps, and definitely not quite fit to hold his own just yet. As Erasmus mounted Dopey alongside Zaph and Isabella, Zaph called down the young man who had tripped over Dopey's tail.
"Yeah, get up here, we gotta go!" And once he did, Zaph shouted with laughed and Dopey soared high into the sky, above the clouds, and then they leveled out and flew slowly and calmly, finally away from danger. ------------------------------------------------------------------------- Isabella grimaced at her leg. A vulnerary would be enough to tide her over, but she needed the medical attention that only a cleric could provide. With this open wound, the deterioration of the bone would likely ascend in rate, meaning that unless the wound was healed quickly, she could potentially have even less than a week left of life. The life she struggled so hard to get through, she could lose very quickly. The thought scared her.
Fortunately, she didn't have to walk anymore. Zaph picked her up, and the young thief rested herself on Dopey's back, happy that the battle was over, at least for her. She held on tightly to Zaph as he soared into the sky, clearly merry about having his buddy back. Isabella felt as though she was going to be sick to her stomach, but just closed her eyes and imagined that she was still on the ground.
Once they were actually back on the ground, Erasmus hopped on. She turned to him, her face pale, and offered a weak smile. "Good to see you didn't die," she said with less fervor than she usually had. Her happiness seemed to be fading again, as was her vividness towards life. She leaned her head forward on Zaph's back and passed out, right as they leveled out into the clouds. She hadn't noticed the other passenger they picked up.
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Post by Erasmus on Jun 29, 2011 14:41:48 GMT -6
Erasmus chuckled at Isabella's statement. "Well, it wouldn't be very convienient if I did, now would it?"
Flying was a very surreal experience for Erasmus. He was not used to such high altitudes, nor was he used to the unequal air pressure. He feared for Isabella's safety, especially due to her degenerative condition. A vulnerary would suffice for now, but a priest, cleric, or some other sort of doctor would have to evaluate her.
Erasmus clung tightly to Dopey's scales, which were surprisingly supple, his body rocking steadily in the saddle. Their destination would most likely be Santaruz once again.
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