Cen
Cavalier
Cowards die many deaths, the valiant taste of death but once.
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Post by Cen on Sept 8, 2012 21:29:39 GMT -6
Cen sneezed. He hated being sick. It was just a little cold, but suddenly, everything was more difficult. Walking through the rain hadn't been a good idea, but it was easier to reach a town, an inn, and warm bed than to sleep in the rain. He was currently laying in the attic of the Slumbering Archer, an inn in a small village in Khathelet. It was a nice little place, where their lives seemed based on very few things. The main thing, arrows. This village made arrows to be sold in Pherae. There were a few shops where men and women made the arrows, then sold them to the men who would travel into Pherae and castle Khathelet. When the men sold the arrows, they would buy grain, fruits, vegetables, and meat, then come back to town, where they could sell the new goods to the arrow makers. A large wood to the East of the village made the location perfect for it's purpose. The few farmers around the village were happy to supply what they could to the town when trade didn't go to well in the bigger cities.
Cen lay in a bed in the attic the owner of the inn had let him stay in for the promise of some errands run by Cen once he got better. At this point he was going to never pay in money again. Although he didn't feel like living to make good on his promises was in the near future either. An exaggeration of course, but it seemed well founded for Cen, who was feeling cold then hot then back again, struggling to raise a spoon of lamb soup to his mouth. Death felt welcome.
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Elias
Mage Knight
The Crimson Mage
I'm just saying that the problem isn't going away, no matter how good we get at stabbing them.
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Post by Elias on Oct 1, 2012 15:52:51 GMT -6
"Hey there!" Elias blurted from the abyss, looking at the sick man. Before it made any sense as to why he would possibly be there in his room and stalking him while he ate lamb soup. He tapped the end of his staff on the ground, his face a bit confused looking as he scanned the room.
"You can't just run up the-" A voice spoke up from a distance as a woman came running forward. She slowed down as she reached the top of the stairs, looking disbelievingly at Elias and then again at the sick boy. "Cen, how are you feeling?" She asked as a courtesy.
"So this dude is the sick guy? He totally looks sick. Like super sick. I feel sick looking at him, oh my." He sounded... a bit too cheerful, all things considered.
She stared at him, a bit flabbergasted but mostly as if she wasn't even believing her eyes. This woman was the wife of the man who ran the inn, and one of the people who have been trying to help Cen feel better. Maternal instincts and all that good stuff, besides he can't work if he's too busy coughing up a lung to do it. "This man is-"
"I'm Elias, the Crimson Mage. You may of heard of me. If not, you will one day I swear." Elias cut her off, pointing a thumb at his self with great energy. "Anyways..." He tapped his staff on the ground a few times before pointing it at him. "I am here to... heal you. I am what they call a 'magic man' and I can do crazy things because of it!" He made a flourish of the arm, pointing at the ceiling.
He scurried closer to the sick man without even giving him time to react to all this crazy. "Now tell me, how are you sick. I gotta find out if I should smack you with my healing staff, or make you drink a leaf-based slurry."
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Cen
Cavalier
Cowards die many deaths, the valiant taste of death but once.
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Profession: Bodyguard
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Post by Cen on Oct 1, 2012 16:45:33 GMT -6
A man burst into the room with a very flamboyant hat. He also had a staff, but his hat was clearly the most important part of the red ensemble that made up the "Crimson Mage". Cen placed his bowl on a table next to his bed and tried to prop himself up on his left elbow. "Ah'm feeling like ah could be up and about tomorrow, thank you miss Hart." He smiled at the woman as he forced all of his efforts on keeping himself up. When she closed the door behind herself, he allowed himself to fall back onto the bed.
He stared at the ceiling, "Ah'm the freeloading Cen ah'm sure you heard about. Ah feel awful, my chest is burning, my throat is closed, every movement is agony for mah head." He sighed heavily. "Please don't hit me."
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Elias
Mage Knight
The Crimson Mage
I'm just saying that the problem isn't going away, no matter how good we get at stabbing them.
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Post by Elias on Oct 1, 2012 17:28:15 GMT -6
"It's alright, sure you're freeloading but it isn't so bad. You should see me when I freeload, I'm the master at it." He laughed aloud as he opened up a book that clearly had a large spearhole in the cover and was tore up and coming apart at the seams. Elias leafed through the pages looking for something in particular. "This is my life manual, it is also a torn up fire tome." he said offhanded, knowing the guy is probably confused.
Before he left, he wrote down all the information he could get his hands on and scribbled it in the margins of his fire tome, even after it was trashed years ago he simply could not up and abandon it. "Alright... sickness... sickness..." He muttered, trying to search for his remedies. Or rather remedies his parents have found and he stole, there was his own notes in there too mind you. They just were... well not in the cure for the common cold category.
"Alright, here we go. I need some of that... and that... some of this..." He made mental notes about the things he needed, bummed that he didn't bring them before hand but he wasn't particularly expecting to come across this. "Alright, I got it. I'll be back later." He shut the book and stuffed it back into his assorted belongings before take his staff in both hands. "Alright, now before I go... I'm gonna HEAL YOU." In a burst of movement, he spun the staff above his head and brought it quickly down as if he was planning to beat the crap out of someone. At the last moment, however, he slowed almost to a stop and tapped the sick man ever so lightly with it. A magic filling the blue gem at top and washing over his tired form like a sprinkling of magic dust.
"Alright. This will not heal you, but it will make you feel better." He added, bringing his staff back to him. "I'll be back with medicine, so try and feel better until then and get some rest. If I can get all the ingredients, you'll be feeling better this time tomorrow. Well enough to move that is, you will not feel 100% for a few days. Shorter if I keep on you with my staff." He grinned, turning away. "See you in little bit Cen."
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Cen
Cavalier
Cowards die many deaths, the valiant taste of death but once.
Posts: 196
Profession: Bodyguard
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Post by Cen on Oct 1, 2012 20:55:45 GMT -6
Cen flinched as the blue gem came toward, but managed a cough of a laugh as he felt the tap. He felt better in seconds, even only a little. The feelings in his body began to subside, and only his throat was left in pain. He smiled and croaked, "Thanks Elias." He layed his head back and went to sleep. Well, he tried to, but it didn't work. He decided he should try to rise, and pushed himself up to a sitting position. It was easier now, and he managed to push himself to his feet, using the bedside table, almost spilling his cold-growing soup. He took a step, and felt the world turn. Elias' warning to rest was out of his mind, and he took another step, the other foot, as the wold spun back the other way.
Then, as time slowed down Cen fell back onto the bed. His legs were like Jam and he was glade to be off them. His headache had returned as he rose he realized. He slowly adjusted himself back to rest on the pillow, and attempted sleep once again. This time it came. A soft dreamless sleep, the most boring kind.
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Vander Rimgate
Thief
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Post by Vander Rimgate on Oct 1, 2012 21:36:28 GMT -6
Why am I following this guy?
He found a giant gem. Why not?
Yeah? That doesn't mean anything. Why am I following this guy?
It's not like i have anything else to do. And he found a giant gem.
...I should really think about it, and just because he found one, doesn't mean he'll find an-
He's a lunatic wearing enough red to send a bull into a coma, wielding a mend staff like a club, and despite having a more noxious personality than the average stinkweed has a smell, I am walking toward him...
"Oh, Elimine, I'm insane," Vander muttered to himself, intent on proving himself right. What sort of person actively pursued someone who was actively infuriating? Sure, maybe the thief and mage (...cleric?) had got off on the wrong foot or something to that effect, but the fact that Vander's only motivations for the pursuit were wretched boredom and the slight chance of a lucky find (that sounded more idiotic by the minute) made him feel...
The brown-haired thief decided that if he was really going to do this, he might as well stop thinking about it before his brain imploded out of desperation.
In the biggest turn of events yet, though, he was having some trouble finding the crimson cleric; staying behind to make small talk with Nihlus the mage-in-training had left the blood-red-wonder with a significant lead.
Alright, common sense, compromise: I sign in at the inn, look around town and the outskirts for him, and if I can't find him, I'll go do something else. Alright... Reality seemed pleased with the idea, since his confusion subsided. Walking into the alleged inn--Vander noted with a bit of distaste that the windows were a bit dusty, but attributed it to the general dustiness of the town--the thief immediately made his way to what appeared to be the innkeeper. "Hello!" he said, opting to act the cheery customer. People in the countryside always seemed more at ease when dealing with a cheerful face; people in the cities tended to have a minor conniption, but that was by-the-by. "I'm looking..." Now came a dilemma. Check for lodgings, or the cleric? He would risk losing a room if he waited until later, but he risked losing the mage if he took the time to settle in--all ten or so blinks of it, but one never knew--so he decided, since his common sense was now dormant, that the latter would be enough. "...for a man dressed in red. Probably carrying a staff and waving it around a lot, a bit loud?"
The innkeeper had apparently been expecting a request for a room, as it took what seemed to be a full dull seconds (roughly half a second realtime) for him to puzzle through the inane request. When it registered, his brow rose a little in surprise, and he answered, "Yeah. Just got in today, as a matter of fact, and he headed upstairs to the attic not a few minutes ago." He gestured vaguely toward some stairs in the corner. "He heard we have someone sick up there, yelled somethin' about being crimson, and stormed up there with his staff. You know him?"
Fate, Vander enlightenly determined, was a mad mistress. "In a way," he said, dropping the cheerful persona in mixed disappointement before taking it up again. "Would you mind if I go see him? I might be able to he--"
"Alright, just don't do anything crazy..."
Vander's irritation at being interrupted was soothed when he heard a, "Who am I kidding... as he turned to head upstairs. Namely, the absolute terror at the monster that probably awaited him overtook his irritation and decided it didn't belong in the Being Alive Club.
Whoever's listening, I would like my life and my sanity intact by the end of this, was his repeated thought as he climbed the stairs.
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Elias
Mage Knight
The Crimson Mage
I'm just saying that the problem isn't going away, no matter how good we get at stabbing them.
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Post by Elias on Oct 1, 2012 22:09:48 GMT -6
"Time to go go go! Out of the way, Crimson man on a crimson mission here!" Elias pushed through the non-existent crowds. Weaved through the people who weren't technically there, but in his mind there was a deadline. A plight, and endless people who stood in his way of accomplishing it. He was kind of bored, really, making up such things in his mind but whatever shut up. The truth was this medicine, while not dire, would be helpful. He would get better eventually without it, as long as he kept a strong constitution and had plenty of rest, still it would cut the recovery time down massively if he could make it.
He hurried down the stairs, deftly running around some person who was going up them and rushed straight out the door. He remembered that he saw a flower shop not too far from the inn when he entered because Elias always made note of every flower shop he has ever passed in his entire life. So, of course, he hurried right over in a rush. He wanted to get this medicine made as fast as possible so Mr. Sick guy could feel better.
He burst into the shop, before any possible chance of people who may or may not be following him could find him, and made a straight line to the woman at the counter. She was a girl, who was probably pretty or something but Elias was simply to focused on his mission to even look at her. "Hey, I need to know if you sell herbs. You do right? I mean all flower shops sell them, I think. It would suck if don't, do you?"
"Uhm... Y-yeah I guess we d-"
"Perfect!" Elias put a list, wait when did he have time to write th- Never mind, he put it on the counter and pushed it towards the person. "I wanna know if you have these in stock."
"S-sir... I'm sorry, but I'm afraid 'Greenish-one' and 'purpley one with squiggly leaves' isn't specific enough." She said, sounding very taken aback with, well, all of this.
"Ughhhh." Elias groaned and stared at the ceiling for a bit. "Alright, alright. Gimme a minute..." He took the list back and started to scribble all over it, drawing little pictures to represent each plant and a long and kind of boring sounding name. "There, is that better" He added, sounding like a little kid who was just scolded.
"Wow, these drawings are... actually really detailed. I think I have all of these, I just need to make a quick trip to my herb garden. I'll be right back."
So Elias tucked his crossed his arms and tapped his foot impatiently, waiting for the person he was putting so much effort into ignoring to come back.
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Vander Rimgate
Thief
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Post by Vander Rimgate on Oct 6, 2012 17:37:15 GMT -6
He had almost reached the top of the stairs when the red blur blew past him; the moment he spotted what looked like a giant fiery projectile, Vander pressed himself against the wall, only barely leaving enough room for what must have been an entire--
...human being wearing red.
For a moment, the thief was confused, since it certainly didn't seem like a human being would ever blast down a staircase at such a ludicrous speed. It obviously wasn't safe, and it would take a level of either bravado, necessity, and outright carelessness to take a risk like that.
Vander very quickly realized that he had just missed his target, unless there was another red-obsessed maniac in the general area.
I am going to pretend that didn't happen, Vander told himself calmly. I am going to pretend that whoever it is I'm looking for, he's still up there, whether he's the crazy cleric or not. The thief resumed his climb, listing off his intended delusion as a mantra. I am going to go up there and check, because if I don't I will go insane in the worst possible way, because I am not chasing that lunatic if he just flew out the door. No, I am not...
Finally, he reached the attic landing and opened the door, tranquilly taking note of the furnishings: dust, a small table that currently supported a bowl of filmed-over soup--some kind of meat was all he could gather from the doorway--a chair that was slightly less dusty, and a bed with an occupant. On noticing the last (thankfully and serenely not noticing any Crimson Bystanders) the brown-haired thief stepped closer. The man was obviously sleeping peacefully, which seemed at odds with the reports of his health...but, of course, he had just been healed...by...the...
Because Fate was crueler than any tyrant, Vander mercifully lost his train of thought as he recognized an even bigger problem, namely, the identity of the sleeper.
Oh no. He took a step back, all serenity gone...well, most of it, since not having a Crimson Nuisance helped considerably. Does that guy even remember...? He'd have to be a dunce not to, after that idiotic ordeal. Really, how angry can you get over a bump? As tempting as it was to do something immature and idiotic like draw on the nitwit's face, Vander decided that leaving was a better option. It wouldn't take much to find something else to do, maybe help around town, explore the town, throw the town into utter chaos by switching around belongings...
The thief's stiffened as he felt resistance at his back. What was blocking the door, and why did it feel like...?
Oh.
The door. Right.
Infinitely relieved that he hadn't run into a door-shaped-crimson-cleric or something equally absurd (and annoying), Vander turned to open his way downstairs...the handle seemed a bit...stiff...
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Elias
Mage Knight
The Crimson Mage
I'm just saying that the problem isn't going away, no matter how good we get at stabbing them.
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Post by Elias on Oct 6, 2012 22:13:07 GMT -6
With little to no aplomb, time passed with great audacity, daring to keep the great Elias at bay. How dare it. If only time was a corporeal manifestation, he would totally slug it in the face. Very slowly and deliberately, like she dealt with something weak and fragile like glass, or Elias' patience, the flower shop keeper came from the back with a basket full of an assortment of many strange plants and herbs. Wrapping them in paper, Elias tapped his foot impatiently and looked at his wrist to realize watches haven't actually been invented yet and decided to cross his arms again. He didn't even know why he was in a hurry anymore, but that wasn't going to get him to calm down, no sirree. "Alright... here you go." She said, her calm demeanor and deliberate movements infuriating the firey mage.
"Alright, thank you goodbye." Elias quickly reached forward to grab it, only to have it pulled out of his reach at the last moment leading to a spectacular failure of basic motor functions that left Elias reeling forward.
"You have to pay you know." She tutted the poor mage, shaking her head like a disapproving mother.
"Really? Really?!" Really? Was she being real right now? Did Elias enter some kind of void where the logical things became illogical? This was an emergency! Wait... Wait a minute. No it wasn't. "Oh. Ok, here you go. Have a nice day madam." Plopping some of his blood money on to the counter, he gathered up his things and trotted out the door in an orderly fashion. Listening as his shows squished against the soft soil underfoot when he cut across the area and skipped using the road. It was a much nicer day then it was a few minutes ago, strange.
He entered the inn again and made his way up the stairs to meet his sick friend. He was totally Elias' friend, right? Or he would be after this, no one could be made at someone who nurses you back to health. That's just mean.
Ugh... the door seems kind of stuck. He pulled at the handle and met a lot of resistance. That was... this was so annoying. No door could stop him! THE CRIMSON MAGE WOULD CONQUER THIS, HIS GREATEST FOE: DOOR! Putting his things away so they wouldn't get spilled everywhere, he took a few steps back. He could probably pay for this.
"You will not win door!" Was what he said right before he slammed against it with all his force.
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Cen
Cavalier
Cowards die many deaths, the valiant taste of death but once.
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Profession: Bodyguard
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Post by Cen on Oct 7, 2012 17:39:04 GMT -6
Cen awoke with a jolt. He heard a bang come from the direction of the door and looked around. There was another man in the room with him, one who seemed familiar. Who was he, Cen couldn't place him. He seemed incredibly familiar, it would be on Cen's mind all day! Sacae, that was it, Sacae. He vaguely remembered the man angering him, but that was all. Something that had to do with Devorah. The man had done something to Devorah he hadn't liked...
"You! You charged into Devorah, and then tried to get your gold back. And ah-I, was very rude to you. Ah-I'm sorry about that. I hope paying off your debt worked out. Why are you here?" Cen hoped that could resolve any problems between them. He still doubted the man was honest, but that was in the past. Then he remembered the door, "Do you mind getting that? I think it's the man who's s'posed to heal me."
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Vander Rimgate
Thief
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Post by Vander Rimgate on Oct 9, 2012 17:09:13 GMT -6
"You charged into Devorah!
...Well, bugger.
Vander, having missed the banging, resigned himself to having yet another argument with the unreasonable lance-user; at the very least, he figured, he could have about as much fun as he had the previous time, obscuring his identity, leading a merry chase of words that would doubtless leave the country boy...
The thief stopped fiddling with the door handle as he listened, though. He's...apologizing...huh. Guess we learn something new every day. Like how much a situation could change an attitude. Was it because he was sick, sleepy, or...of course, the first thing Vander shoudl have considered when they first met was a situational problem, seeing as he manipulated those all the time. He had, after all, bumped into the man's friend, left without apologizing, and apparently only returned for the gold. (He had only returned for the gold, but it wasn't like Cen could have known that, so was it really unreasonable?) An apology was an apology...not that this man had noticed Vander's attempts to make amends...
The sudden, resumed sounds behind the door reminded Vander that, despite his thoughts to the contrary, there were more urgent problems than rudeness and comically heavy accents.
Now came the puzzle of how to fix the nob...ah, it seemed a bit loose. Which meant that if he pushed inward like this, it would.
Vander would later tell himself that the resulting impact made a sound along the lines of a KRAKOOOM, but, in truth, it was more like a thud, "GAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!" as he was thrown into the opposite wall of the attack by a crimson-colored bodyslam.
Slipping to the floor after the impact and making an odd weezing sound, the thief let out a choked groan before pulling himself to his feet...which caused the crown of his head to smack against the sloped ceiling.
Rain, dust, pain, mud, what a lovelyday. He had forgotten how wet it was outside, now that he thought about it, so maybe it was a good thing that his target was--
Oh.
...At least I don't have to hunt him...down. Forcibly stringing together some sense of coherence, Vander straightened, avoiding the beams and ceiling out of luck more than anything, and addressed the Crimson--no, he would address Cen first, he had asked a que--wait, that could wait, maybe until...
He put his hand to his head and sighed, collecting himself. That had hurt, but he was not about to make a fool of himself, not like with the pots, not like in Bulgar, not like in the restaurant, and he certainly wasn't going to ask for healing or give any reason for healling. His injuries were fine, and he needed to make sure they knew it.
Might as well...kill two birds...gah, with one stone. The thief glanced at Cen before finally answering, "Actually, I was looking for him," here he pointed at the recent...entrant, "which means this worked...out."
It was a lame explanation, but it was better than the howl of pain and rage that he had been planning on before thinking better of it, and no doubt the scream would only barely be excused downstairs.
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Elias
Mage Knight
The Crimson Mage
I'm just saying that the problem isn't going away, no matter how good we get at stabbing them.
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Post by Elias on Oct 16, 2012 17:35:31 GMT -6
Elias rammed the door with all his might, the squishy door that flew off its hinges and rammed into the wall. It didn't really feel like a door at all, now that he thought about it. He looked back at the frame to see the door still there and intact, and then quickly at the man he apparently just bowled over. "Whoops, you really shouldn't stand in front of doors like that. You could get hurt." He sat a white bag on a table in the room, despite the calamity it appeared completely untouched. He had left his staff in the corner of the room when he left, so that was the first place he went, to swoop it up like an oversized walking stick. Without anyone asking, or any outward reason to do it, he waved it like a magic fairies wand, only much longer and not really a wave and more of a strange wiggling of it in the air. Point is magic came out and covered the Doorman.
"I brought you some medicine Cen, I need to make it first, but it should help." He added as he pulled his staff back and laid it against the wall and taking a seat next to the white bag he dropped off. "I told you to sleep though, you should get back to it." Dumping the assorted herbs and plants, he dug into his robes to pull out a mortar and pestle which he apparently had stashed in there for some reason. Wait a moment, someone else was here, right? Oh yeah! He just tackled him. Setting the tools down, he shifted in his chair to sit down.
"Oh hey there, did you need so- WAIT! You're the pot guy!" The accused! Elias pointed at him like he was some kind of monster. "Run out of pots and come to break more I see. Or, wait, did you decide to follow me because of my uncanny ability to find pots everywhere? It's a curse I tell you, but I can't help that I simply have so many talents that some of them don't make sense." He shrugged, he didn't actually have pot powers as far as he knew, but maybe he did. The Crimson Mage was so incredible, even he could not grasp the full majesty of his prowess.
"Oh well, if you're going to stand there can you help me over here? I need to make some medicine, it would help if you could get me some water and a knife. My knife is more for cooking, and I'd rather not dull it if I have the option." He turned back away and began to sort through the random assortment of things he had laid in front of his self.
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Cen
Cavalier
Cowards die many deaths, the valiant taste of death but once.
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Post by Cen on Oct 18, 2012 17:52:31 GMT -6
Cen nodded at Vander's statement about his plans. He knew he should stay in the bed, but that didn't matter. He knew it was a bad idea, but that didn't matter. He didn't dislike the man in red, yet he heard something in the man's tone that just might not be there, saying, "You're wrong." Cen began to push himself up. Well, that wouldn't work.
Then the red mage began to talk about pots or something, and Cen was simply confused. What id pots have to do with anything? Here he was seconds from death, and this man wanted to talk about pots! No, Cen thought, that's selfish. He lay his head back on the pillow. He chuckled a little bit at the talent comments. "I'm fine by the way." That's the way Cen, be a man!
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Vander Rimgate
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Post by Vander Rimgate on Oct 22, 2012 14:23:18 GMT -6
And the Crimson Demon healed him anyway.
Vander decided that really had no right to complain; whatever the flamboyant cleric was guilty of, he was certainly no slouch when it came to healing. The thief felt a good deal of the pain fade away immediately, and within a few seconds he felt better than he had since...well, since he had been body-slammed by a Crimson Cleric. Maybe since a little before that. If he were generous.
Whatever.
"Thank you...for that," Vander said, reverting to courtesy. He caught the Cleric saying something about medicine--which explained so much--and made sure to move himself well out of the way; he had no skill with medicine, had no interest in medicine, and, in his experience, people who dealt in medicine hated having uninterested laymen within 30 feet of their work. Granted, the attic was only about 25 feet across in total, and most of the healers he had dealt with didn't want him within 30 feet of anything...
"Oh hey there, did you need so- WAIT! You're the pot guy!"
Vander listened to the...performance that followed with simultaneously growing bewilderment and rising eyebrows. It was ridiculous, it was hammed-up, it was uncalled for, almost unintelligible, inexplicable...
And it meant that this man was either off his rocker in the most hilarious way or his acting abilities easily surpassed Vander's own. Naturally, Vander could think of only one response: he waited for the crimson-clad man to finish...and began to clap, slowly but without a trace of irony. "That was..." which word fits... "...definitely worth a knife and some water."
... ... Note to self: asking oneself what to say should not prompt something that utterly lame. Never-the-less, it was true enough, so it was a win-...something situation. Probably a win-win, or maybe a win-win-win since Cen appeared to be getting whatever it was that he needed.
"I'm fine, by the way."
Speaking of which, the lancer appeared to have a bit of wit for himself, as well as having a bit of a point. Nodding to the sick man in acknowledgement, the thief moved to the stairs, began to descent, pulled a glove out of his pocket, shoved it into his mouth, and began laughing.
Whether it was from...no, he knew exactly what it was from: the fact that he had officially jumped down the rabbit hole, or whatever equivalent one might use. His situation had now became so absurd that he no longer questioned his sanity; now he was questioning the world's sanity.
It made him feel a lot better, so keeping up a cheery persona to the still-disgruntled innkeeper was easy enough. Now holding a knife, a bowl of water, and a smile that he didn't need to make unnerving for once, the thief slipped back up the stairs. He was going to enjoy this...unusual good mood while it lasted.
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Elias
Mage Knight
The Crimson Mage
I'm just saying that the problem isn't going away, no matter how good we get at stabbing them.
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Profession: The Crimson Mage
Affinity: Fire
Profile: Profile (updated)
OoC Alias: Elias
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Post by Elias on Oct 26, 2012 13:12:08 GMT -6
"You're not fine." Elias tutted, making a clucking sort of noise shaking his head. The sarcastic implications and Cen's attitude washing over him in such a way that he might as well never tried. The question was if sarcasm simply didn't work on him, or if he recognized it and simply ignored it. Another crimson mystery that will soon be answered by his tell all book "My Crimson Life: A Story of Red" on sale for the low low price of 50 gold at a bookstore near you! "You have a nasty case of pnuemonia, and you'll be bedridden for weeks if you keep trying to push yourself." The man left the room, for some reason and he could of swore he heard something that sounded like a choking contortionist gagging. Or something. "My medicine will help, but it's not magic. Medicine only makes it easier for your body to heal, if you keep pushing it there'd be no medicine strong enough to help you, you'd need the Saint's staff itself." His words were a bit harsh, but his tone betrayed them. He wasn't really mad, if anything he was a bit worried.
The man who either had been so boring Elias forgot his name, or he never told him, eventually returned. The man was a boring title though, from this day forth he was Pot-guy. Or Pot. "Thanks Pot." He brought the knife and water like he was told, about time too, he was almost at the point where he needed it. Right now it was just a green looking mush into his little bowl from the many different herbs he had crushed. "You should sleep Sicky, or you'll be regretting it later. The more you sleep now, the quicker you'll get better. I'll wake you when I'm through with making the medicine. It's still in the "deathly toxic" phase, also known as the 'oh god what did I just drink' stage."
He pointed at Pot, making a whistling noise, like he threw something at him. "Pot, this is going to be dreadfully boring. Unless you have a thing for incredibly fabulous people sitting and mixing things for hours. In which case you are incredibly creepy, but have nice taste. Otherwise you should go get yourself a room or something."
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