Post by Guinevere von Altenburg on May 31, 2015 12:25:20 GMT -6
Guinevere nodded along as Remus talked. She agreed with pretty much everything he said. It frustrated her to no end that there was so much wrong with this world, and yet people still insisted on putting themselves before everyone else. That was part of the work she had been doing while she was with Rayl. The two of them were trying their best to make Lycia a better place, to start with anyways. And despite all the positives that had done, it still seemed as if nothing had changed. Sometimes, she wondered if anything would actually make a real difference.
"I just hope that I can be of assistance, Remus. I have yet to come across any of the monsters that have begun to wander around the world. I fear that if one or more of them show up, I may not be able to defeat them all. Hopefully, it is just highwaymen, because the alternative may not be great..." She had read the reports about the various monsters that had been showing up recently. Thankfully, she had yet to come across any, and honestly she hoped it stayed that way. While they posed a threat and should be dealt with, she had to admit to herself that she hoped that she wasn't the one who had to do it.
As they kept walking, she kept her eyes peeled out for anything out of the ordinary. After a bit, she spotted what might be a person up head. Turning to Remus, she addressed him again. "Do you think that's who we're looking for?"
Remus and Guinevere seemed to have similar mindsets. However like him, she it seemed had not been exposed to the horrific monstrosities which were becoming a more common site upon Elibe. Well..there was the city of heroes siege, but he'd never run into them upon the wilds or on the open road. That was simply nothing short of a relief, and good luck. With that in mind, Remus nodded his head quietly while she spoke of the fortuitous luck they might have should it only be highwaymen. He was hopeful they were gone and merely a wounded man was left; but also skeptical. It was a sad truth to know the cruelties of humanity were not so caring. While she pointed out the injured man, Remus noticed the man attempting to stand only to fall back to the ground. A small plume of dirt rising up from the ground as he fell. Given the stains of red around him, clearly the main was severely injured. Remus did not verbally confirm the female soldier, but ran with a nod as he gripped his staff to keep it from dragging.
However he skidded to a halt as two men came idly sauntering out from behind separate tree's along the road. Each of them carried a blade upon their shoulder, holding it against the single shoulder pauldrons they wore. These were clearly the highwaymen...their smug expressions all but confirming it. The blue haired priest let his gaze dart back to the wounded man as the one on the right, a man in red adorned leather and sporting brown hair spoke. "Pardon me..but it seems you two are a bit lost. See, we've got the rights to this road, and ah..seems no one had you pay the strollin' fee. Our friend here didn't either. So..what says you two little doves hand over some coin, 'lest we split ya' in half. Eh?"
The other man shifted his blade off his shoulder and griped it firmly in his hilt, in an attempt to intimidate. Remus slowly worked his steps backwards, cautiously making his way closer to Guinevere while he shifted his staff. He wasn't an expert at combat only healing...but he spoke up none the less. "I do not wish to cross your road..and walk down it. I only wish to heal that man. Please sir..don't do this..." It wasn't much coming from an unarmed priest..but it was his best attempt to reason with them.
Post by Guinevere von Altenburg on Jun 18, 2015 14:31:12 GMT -6
Guinevere sighed. She had wished it wouldn't come to fighting, but she could already tell they were beyond the point of talking. Taking a firmed grip on her lance, she behinds to walk towards the man who hadn't been talking. The man eyed her as she grew closer, clearly suspicious of what she was about to do. Before he could react, however, she lunged at him and drove her lance through his chest. She watched as his eye grew wide as he realized what had just happened. She pulled her lance back and let the man crumple down to the ground. Spinning her lance around into a typical combat stance, she looked over towards the other highwayman. "You know, I think I'll pass on paying your strollin' fee. I suggest that you leave now, or I'll be forced to put you down, like your friend here."
As it turned out, the highwayman didn't seem to appreciate what she had done to his friend, or her threat. He charged her at, swinging his sword at Gwen. She quickly raised her lance to block the blow, then push the sword back towards the man. Immediately, she pushed forward again and struck the man right in the face. While he was momentarily stunned, she spun around and drove her lance straight through his chest. The sword slipped from the man's hand as Gwen stared into his face. "You should have just walked away." She pulled out her lance as he crumpled to the ground like his friend. She turned back towards Remus. "I'm sorry it had to come to that."
When the woman started to walk forwards, the priest slowly lifted his staff and began to take a slightly spaced position. His gaze darted down to the man on the ground injured, and though Remus lifted his staff diagonally across his body, he did not attempt to mend the man's injuries just yet. The female soldier was caught in battle, and should she be injured he would not only have to attempt to heal her lest they try killing her, but he'd have little opportunity to heal the man later. If he could but wait longer and try to hold out, then Remus would be able to tend the man's wounds with absolute focus.
His eyes shifted once more to the battle at hand as steel on steel rung through the air. He felt a slight pace add to his pulse as his heart beat quickened. Remus had no love of combat, and the sight of it brought as much sorrow as it did distaste. Saddened at the need to shed blood even, when he gazed at the second sundered soul when she turned to apologize to the priest for resorting to violence. Remus shook his head with a sorrowful expression as he looked past the men. "I am as well, but it could not be helped. "
The priest made his way to the bloodied and wounded man before he knelt down. The man was attempting to cover a fairly gruesome stab wound. It looked as if the blade had plunged directly through his hip above the plate of bone. Remus smiled warmly to the man, as he slowly tuned out the entirety of the world around him. Words from years past echoed in his mind. First rule of healing. Nothing matters more than the one you heal. They are your only concerns. Remus placed one hand over the mans, despite the somewhat fresh crimson liquid that smelled heavily of a metallic tone. Though he compressed the man's wound, Remus also held his hand to the man's for a form of comfort. To show support and stability was an important foundation if the injured person was in a disoriented state. It also reassured them that they were not alone.
With his eyes easing shut, the priest slowly began to focus the energies of his spirit inwards. A single line of prayer repeated endlessly as he tried to trace the blessings of Elimine along his staff. The blue radiating light within the crimson stone brilliantly shown forth as the warmth of his healing magic bathed the injured man. The light flashed outwards like a globe, before slowly condensing and turning into a whisp like essence that localized around the man's injury. Flesh began to knit it's self shut and meat beneath replicate as the stab healed through the warm magics of healing. Remus had to continue though, to heal the deeper segments. It would take a moment, but this man's injury was in his power to heal.
Post by Guinevere von Altenburg on Jul 12, 2015 18:53:39 GMT -6
Guinevere watched quietly as Remus started to heal the man. Healing magic always fascinated her. Granted, all magic in general was interesting to her, as she never had the ability to control anything. But healing magic in particular was the most interesting to her. All of the other types caused damage, but she had seen healing magic cure some truly amazing things. As the priest worked, she pulled a cloth out of her bag and began to clean the blood off of her lance. It wasn't her favorite thing to do, but you have to take care of your weapons. The last thing she needed was for her lance to break in the middle of an important fight because dried blood had caused it to weaken.
Once her lance was clean, she balled the cloth up and pushed it back into her bag. She turned back to Remus, watching once again as he was healing the man. It was amazing how much better the man's wound looked already. Sometimes she wondered if she would have been more use as a medic than a soldier, helping those in need. But that was never her path. Her's was always going to be the path of the soldier. Hopefully, she was good enough that she wouldn't need someone to have to heal her. But if she ever did, she hoped Remus would be around to do so. As the priest finished up, Gwen spoke. "Shall we start back to the village? I can carry him if he can't walk yet."
Remus had continued his work for the duration of the time before healing the man's wound to a satisfactory level. He wouldn't sit down to heal them entirely, given their severity. It was important however to ensure that his life was no longer in danger. While the priest had healed, it was as if he'd tuned out the rest of the world. No outside distractions. His gaze lowered as he checked to ensure that the grievous gash had been mended to a far more shallow one. The blue haired priest shifted upwards as he wiped the small traces of sweat that had accumulated upon his forehead while he labored. As the man attempted to stir, Remus quickly knelt back down to place his palm on the man's shoulder and force him back down on his back. A quiet shake of his head disinclined the man towards attempting to get up before he wearily closed his eyes and let his head fall back. Remus turned to look to Gwen with a soft expression. "I would suggest he is carried. He will need rest to recover. Healing does not circumvent blood loss, at-least not fast on the spot healing."
He turned towards the village, shifting his staff to his normal poise of using it like a walking stick before he started walking back to the village with Gwen. He was still saddened that bloodshed had to come of it, but he was greatful that they had saved the wounded man. He would have bled to death likely within the hour had they not arrived. With a brief sigh, Remus turned his gaze skywards as they walked. Would it ever end? Not likely..but how he wished it would..