Cen
Cavalier
Cowards die many deaths, the valiant taste of death but once.
Posts: 196
Profession: Bodyguard
Affinity: Light
OoC Alias: Selibas
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Post by Cen on Jun 29, 2011 19:39:30 GMT -6
Cen hopped on the back of the Wyvern at the last second before it flew up. He suddenly remembered how afrad of heights he was and yelled for the first two minutes. He only stopped because a bug flew into his mouth. He calmed down and looked around, then became scared again. All of a sudden he saw the girl was injured. He tried to speak over the wings of Dopey, "Hey, is she gonna be okay?"
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Zaph
The "Before" years
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You got something on your shirt. Oh, gotcha!
Posts: 21
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Post by Zaph on Jun 30, 2011 20:00:29 GMT -6
With the squire speaking up about Isabella, Zaph was reminded about her injury. "Oh!" he said, as if he'd forgotten and was reminded of the grave circumstance immediately. Hastily, he reached into his bag on Dopey's saddle and pulled out his vulnerary, tossing it to Isabella. "I'm flying. Surely you can help yourself. Use as much as you need." Zaph called over the wind.
The young rider had a decision to make. They could fly back to Santaruz and look for a cleric for Isabella, or make for Ilia with haste. It would, of course, be smarted to find a cleric, but if one wasn't readily available, it would kill valuable time they had. The vulnerary, if used once or even twice, would tide Isabella's wound over for a while, but it wouldn't heal it entirely, that much was certain. Biting his lip, the rider decided.
"Well," Zaph called, "Sacae isn't likely to have any clerics. Ilia would, of course, but we don't want to risk it. Let's head back to the city for now and get her patched up. Quickly, though, because we don't have forever to look around. We need to get to Ilia with haste." Once finished with his decision, he turned his head to the rest of the group. "Ready to descend?" ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Isabella felt like hurling. She was bloody-- very bloody-- and the vulnerary Zaph had just tossed her looked like nothing less than salvation. She poured some of it out onto her wound and massaged it in, grimacing with pain. Slowly, however, the pain she previously felt began to fade away, and Isabella breathed with more ease. She sighed with relief. For now, she was safe; unfortunately, she was too smart to assume she would be okay until they reached Ilia.
She thought for a moment. Perhaps she could make it Ilia, provided Zaph wasn't too fond of his own vulnerary. She herself did not have one, and although she felt bad, she had no qualms with using Zaph's. After all, the rider had said he was okay to use as much as needed. Shaking her head, she decided she'd wait it out.
Fortunately for her, Zaph had decided to find a cleric. As he spoke, she smiled. "Ready when you are."
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Erasmus
The "Before" years
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What compels our kind to commit such malicious acts?
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Post by Erasmus on Jun 30, 2011 20:41:54 GMT -6
Erasmus scanned the ground, his eyes focusing on the distant city below him.
"Zaph, do us a favor and turn around. Isabella looks rather worse for wear, and I think it'd be more beneficial for her and us if she was to see a priest."
The monk's words were stern, yet advising. He feared for Isabella's welfare, as she appeared to be collapsing. In addition, her condition could unfortunately accelerate the process of death upon her.
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Zaph
The "Before" years
[M:0]
You got something on your shirt. Oh, gotcha!
Posts: 21
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Post by Zaph on Jul 8, 2011 16:29:19 GMT -6
OOC: Sorry about the delay, guys. Real life threw some shitty punches at me, and I've been dealing with them. IC: Zaph squinted. Hopefully they'd still make Ilia, but it would be unwise to travel without first seeking out a cleric. Dopey looked up at Zaph and met his eye as they descended, and Zaph spoke gently in his ear. "Don't worry, we just need a healer. That's all. I know, you're afraid of being taken again, but please, don't be. We'll just be awhile. Not even a full day." He smiled at Dopey, and the wyvern seemed to roll its eyes.
"Okay," Zaph called over the wind, "Everybody hang on tight!" Then the young rider laughed heavily, his voice trumping the wind with a bright and easily distinguishable happiness. Very rarely did Zaph cut loose like he was now, especially with an injured passenger. But she would be healed, Zaph was certain, and then the group could be on their way to Ilia, where they would surely save this girl, and maybe spend some time in the snow.
Though the cold was never met as a welcomed friend, Zaph enjoyed the snow. When he was young, his parents had taken him on a vacation to Ilia, before the occupation. He remembered it so well, as he had only been there once. The snow was wonderful, and he missed its cold embrace, though he would never live in a place so chilly. It was a good break from the heat and boring climate of Bern, however.
Quickly, the city came back into view. Cautiously yet quickly, Zaph landed Dopey and jumped off his wyvern's back, tying him to a tree. He stroked Dopey's cheek. "Don't worry buddy," he said soothingly, "We'll be back before you know it. I promise!" With that said, Zaph scratched his pal behind the ear, then helped Isabella down. He grabbed one of her arms and hoisted it around his neck, and motioned for Erasmus to grab the other.
"Come on, let's make for the city." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Isabella's stomach was finally settling down with the use of Zaph's vulnerary. It was kind of him indeed, and she was already feeling better. The color was returning to the young thief's face, and her smile and her prideful eyes were returned their intrigue. She sat up, off of Zaph's back, and yawned. Her leg, of course, still pained her, but it was much better than it had originally been. A cleric would still be necessary, though.
Soon she would have help, and at this time, that's all she could hope for. When she was feeling better, Isabella decided she'd find a nice way to pay the men back. Some way to make them feel appreciated, a way to make them feel like their work was worth something. She smiled at the thought, and let her mind wander.
Maybe in Ilia she could show them around where her grandparents lived. The mountains were so beautiful, after all, and anyone, even someone used to the hot plains of Sacae would appreciate the raw beauty of the snow and mountains as she did. Perhaps, even, they could stay with her in Ilia for a while. She was tired of Santaruz anyway, and would likely reside with her grandparents and take on mercenary work. She had become fond of the monk, what with his foil personality. He was the exact opposite of her, which she found attractive. She blushed to herself as she thought about it, then let her mind wander elsewhere as Dopey landed outside the Santaruz gates.
Soon Zaph was helping her, and she knew that she couldn't walk on her own, however much she would have liked to. Fortunately she'd have help, and even more fortunately, she'd be healed soon. She looked behind her, waiting for the monk to offer his help as well.
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Erasmus
The "Before" years
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What compels our kind to commit such malicious acts?
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Post by Erasmus on Jul 8, 2011 17:41:54 GMT -6
Erasmus remained silent throughout the short trek back to Santaruz, occasionally scanning the ground below him. When they began to descend, he grabbed Isabella's other arm, as directed by Zaph. Her skin was rather cold and clammy to the touch, as if it had been conditioned by a frigid climate. He predicted that she was Ilian, but now was not the time to jump to such conclusions.
The monk then proceeded to sling Isabella's arm around his neck in order to provide more postural support. Dismounting a wyvern was no easy task, especially for an injured passenger. Erasmus made an effort to calm her down, since it was evident that she was distressed.
The city was now in full view, albeit from a semi-aerial stand point. Turning to Zaph, Erasmus prepared himself for the landing sequence, which if done cautiously enough, would set them safely within the city's gates.
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Cen
Cavalier
Cowards die many deaths, the valiant taste of death but once.
Posts: 196
Profession: Bodyguard
Affinity: Light
OoC Alias: Selibas
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Post by Cen on Jul 9, 2011 19:54:29 GMT -6
OoC: Sorry I don't have much time.
Ic: Cen got off of Dopey, calmly walked to a patch of grass, knelt down, and threw up. A lot. Why didn't he just run away from the cave when he had the chance? He sighed as he got up wiping his mouth, because it was the right thing to do. He caught up to the guys handeling the girl and asked, "Do you guys need any help?"
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