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Post by Drei on Mar 22, 2015 6:49:51 GMT -6
Drei did not respond as the previously hostile mage began to command others. Even with her speaking to them about possibly fleeing he couldn't abide by it. He didn't bother shouting to her however. Instead he focused. Gathered energy and tried to maintain himself as he prepared for the spell. Elder Magic was in no way easy for him to the degree of simply belting out multiple spells with out any strain. He had to focus. He couldn't do that shouting idle talk across a field.
They were relentless. The charging bandits crashed upon the Caravan guard with a swarm of blades attempting to carve through them. Each one attempting individual strikes on the guards while attempting to avoid counter attacks. One was wounded quickly as a blistering burst of flame from Samanatha's magic scorched his chest. Flames lashing out across his chest and knocking the man back. Wounded, he was slower to get up before resuming the fight. The three guards unsupported wouldn't hold out for long. However there was one that seemed to move aside from them. The only man not holding a blade, or a spear. With a large steel ax clutched in one hand and his other near a pouch at his hip containing a handful of throwing ax's he glowered towards the direction of the young blue haired Mage and the Shaman. The brand like rash of scars along his face from Drei's Elder Magic seemed to emphasize his uncontrollable rage. He snarled as he lifted and threw aside one of the upturned wagons instead of moving around it; a fit of rage which coupled with the impressive physical display would have marked him as a dangerous enemy to any. "I'mma make you squeel little mage-let. I'ma chop off yer' damned arms and see how well you use magic then!"
Though his words were directed at Drei it was obvious he did not take his new scar with much respect for magic. However Drei's gaze simply narrowed as he began gathering more essence to his finger tips from his crouched position. He had nothing but pure loathing contempt for men such as the brigand. It was blind arrogance and spite like that which had robbed him of his parents. Had he the power, he would purge them and remove the world of their filth. As he stared the man down The twisting shadowy essence gathering densely began to pulse. Drei lifted his hands as twin orbs of lightless Onyx black configured. Slower to conjure up than Anima or Light magic, Elder Magic had the balance of being the most destructive of the three. Drei knew it all too well. The air around him started to fill with pressure and his robes billow as he lifted the two orbs. White static like lightning of twisted corrupted energies cracked and sparked between wrists and finger tips while he refined the energy. A small pulse of energy discharged as he fired the spell towards the man. Energy of raw taint and malice sailed through the air. A second blow to the brigand who did not dodge it in his blind fury. This time, it hit him in the chest. His shouts of pain and anguish were the only noise he made seemingly worse than his shouts of rage. The Elder Magic burned, as if struck by a flame. It wounded further than that however. As if the very soul of his vessel was being eaten away at. A full on charge stopped as he dropped to the ground clawing at his chest in pain.
Drei's gaze never broke from the sight. Watching with a cold stare devoid of pity as the man's body tainted with nether energies and he flailed about to remove it. There was little he could do to; save let the spell wash over him. He was tough however. He stood up panting with reddened skin and horrifying scars branded along his chest from the magical wound. His shout of anger was almost comedic as his voice cracked in pain. Drei stared at him for a moment longer between lose strands of snowy white bangs before speaking in a somewhat frigid tone. "I will destroy your body...and scatter you into the wind." This time however it was his turn to move. As he spoke the man reached for a hand Ax before belting it towards the Shaman. Even in his pain driven state the man was dangerous and fast. The Shaman leaned to the side before turning to avoid it as it flew now harmlessly into the distance behind him. Two more came to him but only one flew at his height. The other dropped and missed, embedding it's self into the wagon side Drei crouched upon. Drei barely managed to avoid the second one as it sliced the side of his cheek and spun right past.
Pain of a mere scratch unable to detract him though, he had already started channeling his next spell. Panting slightly; body growing fatigued from the constant discharges of energy with him finding himself pressured to keep fighting. Each spell took more out, but he couldn't stop. He couldn't waver. Sweat slowly trailed down ashen white hair to heated skin as he panted with closed eyes. He could hear the man approaching faster, steel ax no doubt brandished. The dark sphere configured and twisted into Drei's hand as he gathered. Not yet...; It seemed he'd have to time it precisely.
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Post by Mila on Mar 22, 2015 10:23:41 GMT -6
"Well. Shaman-guy and Cute-Chick are staying in for the fighting. Good." She spoke to herself. By now the bandits had already engaged the guards. She returned her gaze out to the front lines.
The sounds of combat and chaos rang in her ear once more. Calmly she dismissed all thoughts of confusion and focused solely on her task. Keep the others safe. Her body wished it could rest a bit more. The battlefield offers no such luxuries.
She kept her spell book close to her chest as she began reciting the chant she had memorized long ago. Again the ball of flame emerged from her hands and lobbed it over the heads of her comrades. The ball erupted into a flame upon one particularly annoying myrmidon who was giving the ex cavalier some grief. The man erupted into flames and screamed terribly before falling to the ground dead. She had no sympathy for the bandits.
Again she prepared another ball of flame. This time though her chest was wrapped up in considerable pain. As if someone had kicked her hard in the chest. But there was no one who kicked her at least not physically. The spirits were draining her of her energy. The constant, consistent, spell casting was physically draining. No.. don't waver.
The ball of flame seemed to respond to her emotion her desire and will to protect both herself and her comrades. The flame started to grow in size briefly. She had to spin her self around in order to work up enough momentum to "throw" it. The ball of concentrated flame landed squarely into another man's chest. A larger one who was wielding an axe. Not the boss. But some other fellow who followed the boss closely. This man was about to kill the lancer with one swing of his iron axe. Mila did not give him that chance. Keep them alive!
The flame erupted into a whirlwind of orange and red. It engulfed the large man in such a way that when they finally fizzled out. The man was nothing more then a charred human shape husk of blackened ash. Their lancer had managed to pick himself off the floor, he glanced back over at Mila. Who at this point was clutching her chest and wheezing. Desperately trying to regain her breath, dull the pain she felt. Too many fireballs in too short a time.
"FOCUS!" She yelled out in a hurried breath to the lancer. Whom had let another bandit run past him while he was watching. But before he could act to defend her another bandit had appeared in front of him as a diversion. Now the mage had to teal with the one very quick bandit heading towards her with his sword at the ready. S#%*!
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Post by Samantha Khione on Mar 22, 2015 11:56:48 GMT -6
A smile grew on Samantha's face as her fireball made contact with one of the bandits. The fight was still far from over, but it pleased her that she was making a positive impact. She noticed the bandit she had hit was starting to get back up to his feet. Now, she couldn't have that. Focusing once again, she began to grow another fireball in her hand. Taking careful aim so that she wouldn't accidentally hit one of the guards, she let the fireball go. She watched at it sailed right into the bandits' head, setting part of his hair on fire. That couldn't feel good. But she couldn't bring herself to feel pity for a man who was trying to kill her.
It was at that time that Samantha noticed two of the bandits had broken through and were charging. The one Drei had attacked earlier was charging him, and another was going for the girl who had been shouting the orders earlier. It was almost as if it were one of those impossible choices books like to use to much. Two people in danger, but you could only do something to help one of them. Taking in the situation, however, she was able to determine that there actually was a correct choice. Her instinct was to go to Drei, since the two of them had bonded, if only a little, during the previous night. She noticed, however, that he was already preparing another attack for the bandit charging him. The girl, however, looked as though she had drained herself from all the magic she had already used. Samantha had been in that state before, and it was difficult to even stand, never mind trying to defend yourself.
Having made up her mind, the blue-haired mage started to move. As she did, she started to focus on another fireball. This one was a little harder to conjure, as she was starting to feel the effects of extended magic use herself. But she would still be able to fight for a time yet. By the time she reached the girl, the fireball was ready in her hand. Samantha took a stance in front of the girl, holding up the fireball towards the bandit. "You shall not harm her." With a quick spin, she threw the fireball as hard as she could at the bandit, hitting him square in the chest.
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Post by Drei on Mar 22, 2015 12:43:27 GMT -6
The sphere twisted and swirled in Drei's hand. It was a pool of shadows condensed into a ball sized orb of macabre magic fashioned with a single intention. To kill. Two beads of sweat trailed down his temple as he gazed onwards with bountiful inhales. Each breathe trying to maximize before he'd have to move. The man was certainly resilient. As he approached the Wagon Drei realized he would have to be incredibly careful. How could he avoid him though? His gaze darted to the equal level of the plains-land field. Drei was a bit faster than most Shamans. Acrobatic from the life style he grew up in, which complimented his less than bulky frame. Most male Practitioners he had ever seen of Elder Magic were a bit more muscled or larger frames. Drei however had inherited much from his mother. Her eyes, her hair, and her body build. Trying to maintain concentration for his spell; he quieted himself. His heart raced, his breathing hitched briefly and time hung for him personally as the man swung his weapon. The colossal Ax blade cut through the air flawlessly as Drei kicked off the Wagon and launched himself up and into the air over the Bandit's head. His body flipped in a frontwards somersault through the air before extending down his open free hand. One hand kept the dark energy bound tightly, fingers clutched and curled as if making a claw to maintain the energy. The other hand pressed to the grass surface as he caught himself and shifted his body weight before pressing off of it. Though it was intensive on the single arm it wasn't his first time performing such tricks. Launching backwards once again he now landed on his feet with a slightly dizzying head as he rose up.
He could thank his " Aunt " for that one. All those times he had watched and practiced trying to learn the arts of dancing and acrobatics had actually managed something. His Golden hued eyes narrowed as the man lunged forwards. Shouting as he turned he tried to lunge towards Drei once more. This time however Drei didn't require such flashy last ditch gambles to survive. Leaping back slightly the air where he had been was sliced with a steel Ax. Drei slid backwards and turned his head to look at the man again only to feel a shocking and forceful impact. The man's fist crashed into the side of Drei's head. Un-fathomable pain and an otherwise nightmarish headache was staved off briefly as his body splashed into shock from the suddenness of the strike. This time he could only barely avoid the slice as the man took the Ax to carve at him again. Drei's head still spinning, couldn't properly instruct his actions. Like a cornered beast he moved on instinct. His body's will to preserve his only grace as he felt the sharp sting of the Ax tip cutting through the skin at the side of his hip. Narrowly avoiding death the Shaman yelped in shock and pain as he extended his hand. This time, the sphere was inches from the man's angry red injured skin along his chest. The sphere blossomed into a black mist like explosion of Dark Magic. The Man was sent reeling backwards as the white haired Shaman fell to one knee clasping with one hand at his temple and the other at his injured hip. His robes no form of armor were easily shredded as dark crimson stained his hand. Holding his hip he looked up with slightly blurred vision. Shakily stumbling up only to fall back down he saw the black smoke like vapors clear. Though now profusely bleeding along many open wounds and hideously scared along most of his upper torso and half his face the brigand still lived.
It almost seemed impossible. His durability was hard to believe. Drei was frantically trying to collect his thoughts. Gather any form of energy. However as his Adrenaline let off some he could feel more of the pain from both his wounds. It was far too difficult to focus. Drei groaned before he started to try stepping backwards. The man was slow to move but still started walking towards the white haired Shaman. Whisps of dark energy trailed from the boy's fingers. Slowly. Very slowly he was able to gather fragments of Elder Magic. It was the best he could muster however. He'd have to try and dodge until then, if that was even possible. One hand still on his hip he held the other infront of him as he tried to think of a way out. However his small bag of tricks was about up.
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Post by Mila on Mar 25, 2015 17:40:33 GMT -6
Mila watched as the swordsman whom was charging on her began flailing trying to get the flames off of his body. If Mila wasn't busy trying to recover her breath she would have been impressed that the man had survived the impact.
Oft the corner of her eye she could see the shaman struggling with the boss of the bandits.
"Hey Thanks! Sweet Heart ..er.. you other mage. Quick help out the shaman guy!" She tried her best to keep her voice up. The pain in her chest was starting to subside. She slowly managed to stand upright. She turned her attention back to the other three. Unknown to her the previous swordsman was still alive. He quickly managed to strike at Mila. She was able to dodge enough to avoid the blade, but not the man. He was quick enough to kick her hard in the gut causing her to double over.
There was a bit of a wicked grin on his face. As he kicked her once more this time enough to knock her into the wooded part of the wagon and onto the ground. Mila was unconscious. With the temporary tactician silenced the remaining bandits were starting to get the upper hand. One less mage to shoot the spells that made his friends fall down. The swordsman didn't care if he was going to die to one one the other members he did something of use.
He glanced over at the other mage. The one that caused the burns on his body. He was coming after her next.
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Post by Samantha Khione on Apr 4, 2015 10:41:38 GMT -6
Samantha quickly turned her attention back towards Drei. The shaman seemed to be in a bad way. The bandit he was fighting seemed almost super human. The man just kept taking blow after blow. As she watched, the bandit advanced on Drei once again. The shaman had begun to summon more elder magic, but it was clearly taking some time in his weakened state. The other mage was right, he did seem in need of help. She wasn't foolish enough to think she would be able to run over there in time, so she started to conjure another fireball. She could certainly feel the drain of so much magic in a short amount of time. After a few seconds, she was able to create another fireball in her hand. Taking aim, as so she didn't accidentally hit Drei, she let the fireball fly towards the big bandit.
That's when she heard the mage behind her hit the ground. She turned back to see her laying on the ground, seemingly unconscious. The bandit who stood over her had a wicked grin. Samantha felt her fatigue wane slightly as her anger rose. She held out her right hand and a fireball instantly formed in it. "I warned you not to harm her. You've now forfeited your life." The man charged at her and swung his sword. The injuries that Samantha had already inflicted on him had cause his swing to be slower than it would normally be. Due to this, she was able to spin around his blade and came face to face with the man. "Goodbye." With that, she smashed the fireball right into the man's face. He immediately fell to the ground and it wasn't long before he stopped moving for good.
With that done, Samantha quickly made her way back over to the mage. After making sure she was still breathing, she took a defensive position in front of her. The girl wasn't able to protect herself anymore, so Samantha had decided it was her responsibility to do so.
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Post by Drei on Apr 5, 2015 7:16:32 GMT -6
Incineration. By all accounts, burning to death was one of the most painful ways to die. The skin slowly cooked, dried stretched and was torn up upon the meat and bone while every inch exploded with uncontrollable pain. However it could be a slow death; which was why it often prompted some form of suicide prior. As the flaming projectile washed over the Bandit Chief and blossomed into orange tongues of heat the man let out a ferocious shout. His body was already tainted and stained by magics touch, yet now it was still that as flames consumed almost forty percent of his body. So sad for him. Drei lifted his hands as the man flailed and struggled. Energy gathering unto his finger tips, cold focus channeled through him as a hexagram like sigil pulsed beneath his feet. Nether Magic danced at his finger tips and he lifted his hands. The white haired Shaman ignored the pain that pulsed through his body and focused upon the cold sensation of Elder Magic he controlled. Shadows released from his palm and began to embrace the wreathing burning man. They twisted around him, coiled and rooted him to the ground while ensnaring him. Screams were silenced as darkness engulfed him finally. He was too damaged to move or evade it. The shadows started to drag him down. Pressing him to the ground a powerful shadowy burst erupted; the essence swarming back into either of Drei's extended palms after a few seconds to reveal a withering white pale corpse.
Looking down upon him, a cruel grin of sinister satisfaction stained the shaman's face. He had to tap into more of the nether's power than he may have liked...but the results were worth it. Dark shadowy essence wafted from Drei's body as he channeled more energy. Fatigue briefly left him, and in the back of the mind he felt a part of himself seemingly vanish. Smallest bit but as if a small memory had fled. it was irreverent ultimately. Survival is what mattered. The twin dark orbs in his hands blossomed into more that surrounded him as he channeled the energy and began walking towards the other two Mages. The pain of his still bleeding wound was numb to him, at the moment.
The fighting continued however. Multiple bandits down. Some still had to die however. The guards were struggling. Drei stared unto the frail meat bags as they blundered about with their ax's, standing closer to the unconscious girl and the mage defending her but at a far enough distance that his magic would not interrupt their conjuring with the anima spirits. Words rang through his mind as he scowled at the bandits, tapping into the void to further borrow it's strength. "When you stare into the void...it stares back. Walk into the void...and it walks into you." Well, it was time to walk. Shadows trailed from his finger tips as he lifted his hands and strained every ounce of his focus. Each orb swirled upwards until he had five slowly spiraling into a circle. Each one a condensed foul mass of Elder Magic designed to corrupt and ruin the soul. He gazed at the bandits, slowing his breathing even as his heart beat faster from the effort. Body grew pale, though from blood loss or exposure to the void he couldn't say. He launched the projectiles towards three of the bandits, our of the six remaining. Two per two and one for the bandit injured and fighting a guard. They were slow to launch at first; before gaining nightmarish force and momentum. The resulting blasts of darkness as the three men were bombarded into the ground was emphasized by an unsettling lack of screams. At first. With a cold merciless gaze on his expression; lips in a bland uncaring pose with his grin having faded Drei watched on as the three began to writhe in agony. Their body tainted and souls extinguishing as the Void claimed their essence. Soon three pained bodies turned to three pale corpses.
Drei started breathing heavier now with only three brigands left and the guards and mages out-numbering them. However he, was at his limit even with the temporary boost of the void. He felt his vision definitely blur. He leaned forwards and fell to a single knee. Forearm upon his thigh he leaned his other hand over the wound along his side and guy as crimson swiftly stained it. His skin almost as pale as the ashen snowy white strands of hair which messily matted to his face; he found it hard to maintain air in his lungs. Panting and his heart hammering in his chest the Shaman was out of commission for this fight any longer. Especially when staying conscious was becoming a losing battle.
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Post by Mila on Apr 5, 2015 18:03:16 GMT -6
Pain. That was the only sensation she could feel at the moment. The mage slowly started to come too. The sounds of combat felt distant. Her head was spinning. Come on. Get up! Her inner voice cried out as if trying to get the rest of the body to respond.
"Ughnn" Her mouth uttered. Her eyes opened. The world around her was a blur of colors. Her vision faded to black again. COME ON UP! PEOPLE NEED YOU! Again she stirred. She could make out the sounds. The mage made her way to her. She could just make out the blue of her hair.
She managed to pull herself up. Her hand found her head. Her fingers brushed up against the large bump on her head. There was a foul taste in her mouth. She suspected it was blood. She looked at her hand. No blood. Just mud. She wiped her hand clean. And touched her lips. Fresh blood. Most likely caused from her biting her own lip from the fall. She slowly regained her senses.
"Ugh... Hey. How.." Shaman guy was on the floor. And cute mage was defending. Its not supposed to be liked this. She tried to focus. There were only three bandits left. She grabbed the wagon and used it to stabilize herself.
"Hey sweet heart. Hit em with a fire ball. I'll help.. out shaman guy." Her words were shakey but loud enough to be heard. She quickly made her way over to shaman guy.
"Hey. Hang on. I've got you. Move your arm." She was still dizzy but functional. She carefully pulled out a powerful healing salve. Called a concoction by the apothecary, she helped place the salve over the young man's wounds.
"Breathe slowly. This stuff stings like all hell but your wound will close quickly. Hey focus don't pass out!"
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Post by Samantha Khione on Apr 10, 2015 20:56:57 GMT -6
Sweet heart? Was she being hit on? That would be... interesting. She couldn't recall ever being hit on before. But then again, she had tended to ignore most people when she was in school, so maybe she had missed something. Regardless, the girl had run off to help Drei before Samantha had a chance to question her about it. She really needed to learn her name. It would be rude to simply keep referring to her as "the girl." Regardless, she had asked Samantha to throw another fireball at the remaining bandits. That wouldn't be as easy as it sounded; she was losing strength from all the magic she had been using. Still, she had to try.
Closing her eyes, she focused once again and began to summon a fireball in her hand. It was taking longer than it had before, and she could feel it draining her energy. She might not be able to make another one after this. Better make it count. When the fireball was formed, she took as careful aim as she could and threw it at the last three bandits. It hit once right in the chest, causing him to fall into one of his friends and set him on fire too. Hoping that the guards would be able to take care of the rest, she felt herself falling down to one knee. She was exhausted. She was certain now that that would be her last fireball for a while. Hopefully it was enough. Shakily getting to her feet, she stumbled her way over to Drei and the girl before going down on her knee again. She looked up at the girl, trying to catch her breath. "I'm Samantha, by the way."
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Post by Drei on Apr 11, 2015 6:45:24 GMT -6
It was a scene displaying the true power of magic at it's prime. What was five bandits had quickly lingered in numbers. Two lay as withering pale corpses of corrupted essence, souls sundered by the powerful tendrils of nether which had coiled their souls from the realm of living and withdrew them to the mass void. Of the remaining three only one had remained functional; able to roll out the flames while the other two screamed in agony and burned ablaze. However the three guards were upon him in moments, cutting him low and effectively finishing the bandits in their entirety. With his vision blurring and his mind numb Drei hardly registered the sight; much less the words prior as the girl applied the salve to his wound. For a brief moment the brilliant stinging pain came through crisp and clear. As if his entire body's mental capacity focused on that single vibrant stinging sensation. He would have screamed out or hissed in pain had he found air within his lungs to do so. It wasn't that simple though. He had over-taxed himself by tapping into the Elder Magic.
Drei's heart labored harder as he felt himself slacken upon the girl who supported him. Lids gaining infinite weight became like tethers of iron. Nigh impossible to maintain open. Though dark wisps of energy trailed from his finger tips as he mentally tried and willed himself to fight; there was that small voice trying to lull him into the abyss. That ever present presence which lured him closer into the comforting embrace and security of shadows. Drei's head nodded a bit as his consciousness began to fade and his body all but failed him. If the girl didn't keep supporting him it was obvious he would have collapsed. His heart struggled and hammered madly within his chest to maintain his spark of life as the Shaman fought with a mental surge. A single image flashed through his mind. A single scene, out of the thousands he recalled with his family. One of their largest shows, within Lycia; his aunts swinging by one another upon trapeze with his father performing brilliant displays of twisting tendrils and spiked shadows. The sound of the crowd applauding and exclaiming in wonder. The memory was so vivid even the dancing light of the flames upon the candles in the lanterns that kept the tent visible entirely had a radiance too them.
Quickly he started to rasp for breath. Panting and breathing heavily as his lungs started to take in air once more; eyes snapping open as an overwhelming sensation of feelings and sensory flooded him. Pain. Lots of pain. From his wound, from the salve; from his chest. It as a horrifying mixture that all seemed so distinct and clear. All the while, the realization of his brink of death state moments before left him almost horrified. However now a bit scared as he was mentally overwhelmed the presence of the woman holding him up took him off guard. With one hand quickly pushing off the ground he struggled briefly before breaking free of what was simply a supporting grasp before falling onto his bad side. Just feeling his arm press to the wound filled him with further pain as he hissed out and fell unto his stomach. Slowly looking up at the two female mages between messily splayed ashen bangs, his amber eyes lingering in a mixture of hurt; confusion and a dash of fear. As if a feral animal cornered and confused. However he looked down after a moment, lingering in his position panting and trying to recompose himself.
They were alive. They were safe...and for the most part..healthy.
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Post by Mila on Apr 11, 2015 9:04:11 GMT -6
The shaman fell to the ground. He had pushed Mila away and fell to the ground almost as if he was shocked by something. Perhaps something he saw as he slipped away from consciousness. The mage sighed softly. She didn't blame him, the whole situation was a chaoitc mess to begin with. Still though, she wished he hadn't. The wound could get infected if he kept himself laying down on the mud. Slowly she grabbed his arm despite any protests he may give.
"Come on guy. Up. Just a bit. I'll get you into the wagon, yeah? That's it." Slowly, the mage managed to move him until he could sit in the wagon. She noticed that the shaman was young. If she had to place a guess he would be about sixteen, maybe seventeen. The mage next to her might have been a bit older. Given her speech, tallness, and facial structure. She rounded her age to be either nineteen or twenty. Kids! Well not really kids. Damn it! That means me and Stan are the responsible adults in this whole mess.
"That wound will need to be cleaned and wrapped. Hey.. Sweet Heart.. oh right you introduced yourself. Samantha. Keep an eye on him ok. I'm Mila by the way. Feel free to rest yourself in the inside of the wagon too. I'm going to go check up on the others." But before she did she decided that it would be best for the hidden guest of the caravan to make himself known.
"Hey! Timmy! Oh.. right. The password. Uhm.. uh.. Sausages?!" From the corner of the wagon, underneath the tarp, there was a tiny movement, then a voice. "That's not it!"
"OH! Come on Timmy! We've got injured." Mila urged. A small child's head popped up from the supplies.
"Milly hurt?" He little bright eyed boy asked.
"No. But other's yes. Be a dear and find the medical bag. Please." She pointed at both Samantha and the Shaman.
"These two are our friends. They won't hurt you. Please. The bag!" She urged. She gave one more quick glance at her two guests then went back to check up on the other men. Ed had gotten beaten up pretty bag, Joe was holding his side, and Stan was slowly guiding his horse over to the caravan. Mila immediately began aiding them and sharing what she had of her concoction. She was glad though, they had all survived.
Back at the wagon, Timmy had found the bag of medical items. Fresh bandages, satchels of herbs, salve, thread, needle, scissors, and a tweezers. The bag was kind of large in Timmy's tiny arms but the boy managed. He handed the bag over to Samantha, with a bit of a concerned look on his face. By now Mila and the other's had returned, and began patching themselves up. Mila quickly gathered the remains of a pot, washed it out real quick with some water. Then filled it. She gathered what remains of the wooden crates used to hold some supplies and lit it with some fire magic. She then put the pot of water on top of it.
"Alright. Soon we'll have some hot water for cleaning out wounds. Joe sit down slowly, can't have that wound opening up any further. Stan I know your concerned about your mount but please, Help Ed." Gods what a mess. She was hurting too. Her body was exhausted, her head hurt, from all of the fighting but she couldn't let it show. There were other's who had it worse. She needed to stay calm and focused. Calm. Calm. Calm. She repeated the words in her head until her body followed the mantra. It took some time, but things finally started calm down.
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Post by Samantha Khione on Apr 14, 2015 23:03:29 GMT -6
Samantha watched as Mila made her way over to the other people in her group. It was nice to at least know her name now. She turned her attention back to Drei, who seemed to be in pretty rough shape. But he was alive. And pain was better than death. "Don't overexert yourself." She said in her calming voice. "You need rest. Try not to move too much." She wasn't a doctor by any means, but it didn't take one to see from Drei's failed attempt to get up that that was not something he should be trying to do again soon. She had to admit that she knew little about the effects of elder magic on the user's body. She didn't want the shaman to overdo it and end up in even worse shape.
It was around this time that a small boy from the caravan brought over what seemed to be some sort of first aid kit. She thanked the boy and took the bag form him. Once again, however, her lack of medical knowledge left her at a loss. She knew the basics, like how to properly bandage a wound or how to stitch a bad cut, but nothing really beyond that. And as Mila had just used some kind of salve on his wound, she didn't want to start trying to stitch it up if she didn't need to. She placed the bag on the ground next to Drei. "It appears there are some first aid item here. I'll admit that I'm not great with thing like this, so if you need help with something, please let me know."
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Post by Drei on Apr 15, 2015 5:55:28 GMT -6
He was still breathing heavy and gazing through messy bangs as the blue haired mage approached him. However he didn't have the strength to protest as she hoisted him up. The Shaman was all but dangling as his body tingled with a slight constant ache. He felt entirely numb save for that little ache at this point. However his heart still hammered and labored abnormally hard, vision occasionally blurring for small intervals and hearing blurring words or tones together; otherwise he simply felt exhausted. The pain of his wound paled in comparison to that in his chest as his heart worked furiously. He registered what Samantha said to him, but amber eyes lingered on the ground near her as he tried to compose a response. What exactly could he say? He had over exerted himself, and almost died because of it. Panting quietly still; his eyes darted up to her briefly before he tried to slow his breathing. It wasn't easy, and his lungs kept scrounging for air he couldn't get.
"It wasn't intentional...but I couldn't let people get hurt.."
It was true though wasn't it? If he hadn't over extended himself there would have been six brigands left. He knew that they likely would have overwhelmed the guards and mages at that point, which wasn't okay. If using his body as a shield by proxy of damage received overdoing it was compensation for others being alive? He supposed it was a fair trade. However that didn't dampen the phenomenal pain his body slowly became more receptive to as the numbness left it's lingering state. Elder Magic had costs, beyond just getting tired. As if a light haze lingered in his mind, making it hard for him to grasp at things to recall. It'd go away though, eventually.
Drei gazed down at the medical bag. He remembered..a few (?) things about first aid. With his mother and one of his "aunts" being talented with healing staves though he'd never known it. He lifted a hand to cover his wound and looked back to the blue haired girl from the bag tilting his head.
"I..um...I think I'll try to just..let what ever she put on me heal me..Yes."
Such confidence in his tone, surely. In reality he had absolutely no idea what it was he was supposed to do to treat the wound. Hopefully just keeping pressure on it and the salve would be enough.
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Post by Mila on Apr 15, 2015 10:21:05 GMT -6
After what felt like an eternity Mila had managed to patch up the three guards. Stitching up Joe's wound was the hardest part. Mila knew how to do it. She remembered taking the first aid classes from both the academy and her mercenary training. She remembered how they first had the students learn to stitch fruit like oranges with out making a mess of the peel. Then later they moved on to mice. Then human remains. The problem with Joe, was he was that he kept flinching and moving around like crazy. Until Stan had to pin him down so Mila could work. They used fire and the remains of some wine to act as antiseptic. With some help from Samantha who handed the mage the needed instruments. Eventually Joe's wound got stitched and bandaged up.
It was at this point Mila got a chance to take a look Drei's wound more closely. The mage had cleaned her hands with the hot water so as to avoid any contamination. Something about touching the wounds of one man with dirty hands didn't sit right with the green haired mage.
"Hey. Shaman guy you alright? Here let me look." The young mage carefully moved the young shaman's arm.
"You feel numbness anywhere? I'll give you some of my magic if it helps. I know you kinda over did it. But were all alive cause of it so thanks. Going to have to move your robes a bit to get a better look." She carefully peeled off the shaman's cloak and got a better look at the wound.
"Oh good. It's bright and angry red. But isn't not bleeding. I mean yeah it's bleeding a bit. But not gushing or as huge as Joe's was. That means it's closing up. So you don't need stitches. But were going to have to have you see a healer once we hit town. I'm going to bandage it up ok." Her voice was calm and soft. She didn't want to spook the young shaman. She did not know how he would react.
"Uhm. Excuse me Miss.. Samantha?" Timmy's little voice spoke up. He was standing next to Ed. He then looked up at the mercenary who was acting like the child's security blanket. Ed was a nice guy. Tall with brown hair and eyes.
"Pardon me Milady. I'm going to scavenge the corpses for supplies. I could use an extra set of hands."
Stan went off to try and calm the horses down. The poor things were still tied to a nearby tree. But they were going to need them in order to pull the wagon into town. He called for Timmy to come help him and the child ran over. It was a slow process but eventually the horses calmed down. Last thing to do was to load up any supplies that were spared and bury or burn the corpses of the dead.
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Post by Samantha Khione on Apr 19, 2015 16:42:17 GMT -6
Samantha looked up at the man who had requested her help. She recalled his face as one of the guards of the caravan, but she could not remember his name. From what she remembered, he had fought bravely. Closing her eyes, she steadied herself before slowly getting to her feet. She gave it a few seconds to make sure she wasn't going to stumble right back down to the ground. Thankfully, she seemed to have recovered enough to at least stand. She nodded to the man. "My hands are yours, if you need them." To be honest, she wasn't thrilled about the idea of scavenging the bodies of the fallen. While she understood the necessity of it, it felt slightly barbaric to her.
Regardless, she kept her mouth closed and followed the man back towards the battlefield. It felt strange. The battle had only just ended, but this place seemed much different. Perhaps because she was in the black line during the actual fighting and was now moving into the front. It seemed to much more... real up here. It wouldn't change how she fought. She would still fight to kill if need be. But it did show her that she still had so much more to learn.
She turned and looked at the man. It seemed to bother him much less it was effecting her. Not that she was allowing it to show, but still. That must be a side effect of being a mercenary, or whatever kind of fighter he was. You become dull to it. But was that a good thing, or a bad one? "Is there anything specific we're looking for?"
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