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Post by goldberry on Feb 5, 2005 19:29:20 GMT -5
OOC: I suppose you could, though it's not bleeding at the moment. It's scabbed over again. It would be useful to have it healed, since Lanen has a habit of reopening her wounds.
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Post by Fafmimbaki on Feb 5, 2005 19:31:15 GMT -5
OOC) Ahhm your point is well seen. Dis way!
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Post by goldberry on Feb 5, 2005 19:33:25 GMT -5
OOC: Thanks yous. you know where to find my character, so have at it.
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Post by Fafmimbaki on Feb 5, 2005 19:38:17 GMT -5
Jainis tuned out everything else in the room as she pulled the branch of yew from her pocket. She began to chant the spell that Humphrey had displayed for her. She stripped off the bark and pulled down the neck of her shirt to expose the wound over her heart, or rather the amulet that was in her heart's place. She lay the tip of the green wood inside the wound and her voice raised in pitch, the spell almost becoming a song. The wound grew together, leaving a white scar where it had been. She ceased chanting and then staggered into the wall behind her.
She stood there for a moment then looked at Xellas.
"Hungrey?" she asked him in a strained voice. She walked out of the room and headed to the bar before he could say anything.
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Post by goldberry on Feb 5, 2005 19:41:41 GMT -5
OOC: Jainis had a wound? I thought she was healed up with that amulet inside. Oh well. I have to go eat. Then if no one wakes my character up, I will wake up Lanen myself.
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Post by Fafmimbaki on Feb 5, 2005 19:46:40 GMT -5
Jainis reache the bar in time to see a young woman faint. She walked slowly to the fallen lass, blood was on her shirt and she was sweating with fever.
"You poor thing," Jainis whispered and knelt beside her. Jainis lifted the lasses shirt so that she could see how bad she was hurt. It wasn't a bad cut, but it was badly infected. Jainis lay her hands upon the scab and closed her eyes in concentration.
"Don't mess up this time!" she mumbled to herself. Jainis went rigid, all of her muscles tightened. After a few seconds she began to sweat. Soon Jainis relaxed and removed her hands from what had been the wound but was now a red scar. The girl opened her eyes and Jainis was the first thing she saw.
"Good morning!" Jainis said in a voice that was pitched a notch to high, grinning stupidly, and then collapsed in a dead faint.
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Post by Fafmimbaki on Feb 5, 2005 19:49:23 GMT -5
OOC) She was healed up with the amulet, but that was 10 years before this story occurs. It keeps her body alive, but doesn't heal it instantly, it just keeps her body running normally. So if Jainis doesn't want to let a major wound get infected she has to heal it up herself. The wound she just healed on herself she got 5 days ago.
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Post by goldberry on Feb 5, 2005 20:25:04 GMT -5
OOC: Okay. Thanks for explaining. Frodo better post soon, since I think Xellas would probably have followed Jainis downstairs eventually if Jainis didn't come back soon enough for his liking.
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Post by goldberry on Feb 5, 2005 21:09:59 GMT -5
I woke to a redhead stranger kneeling over me. "Good morning, the lady said, grinning goofily. All of a sudden, her eyes rolled back in her head, and she fell on the floor next to me. I supposed that she must have been attempting to help me, since my shirt was riding up on my rib cage and my wound appeared to have closed up again. Straightening my shirt, I got onto my knees and tried to shift the stranger against the chair leg, away from the danger being stepped on. However, her body was a limp as a ragdoll, and my motor skills were still sluggish after my brief black out. I knocked the chair over and the girl's arm thumped against the table legs. I winced. Judging from the sound, she would have a nice bruise whenever she woke up. Standing, I righted the chair. Bending down, I half dragged, half carried the redhead towards the foot of the stairs. I knew I should've asked the innkeeper where her room was, but I wasn't sure if she was even boarding here or simply come for the food. I stopped at the second stair, and leaned the girl on the wall. I could tell my fever was rising. I had broken a cold sweat and the air seemed to be made of ice. I fought to keep my head clear, as I struggled to get myself and my unconcious companion up the stairs. Once at the top, I sighed, sliding down to a sitting position. The girl was sprawled haphazardly where I had set her down, still out cold. I wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry. I was far away from everything familiar, sitting on the second floor of a rambshackle inn with an unconscious person for company and nothing to call my own but my name, Lanen, and the clothes on my back. It was absurd. Completely absurd. Several weeks ago, I had been tending the land with my family and laughing with Father at baby Ander's attempts to catch butterflies. That was where I was supposed to be. Home. In my meadow or our hut or out tending the family's farm. Not in a dark, dank hallway with my head in my hands. But there wasn't anywhere else to go. My home was gone. I would just have to get used to it. The girl gave a small groan a curled up into ball, snapping me out of my pity party. Glancing at her, a bitter smile flashed across my face. She probably wasn't in much better condition than me, though she seemed to have more strength. I wondered if she was asleep now or still in that nothing land beyond the reach of the real world. She didn't look like she had had much sleep lately, with dark circles beneath her closed eyes. I knew I would never get her up the ladder to the attic, so I resolved to wait until she woke, or someone came along who would be willing to help carry her.
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Post by Frodo on Feb 6, 2005 15:41:11 GMT -5
Xellas had turned away, and was staring out the window, at the busy carts, the bustle of the twonsfolk.
I used to be like that, he thought to himself.
His head had cleared considerably, and he could think properly for once. Janais was talking to the big red book in the far corner; Xellas watched evrything she did out of the corner of his charcol grey eyes. She murmured something foreign, and her voice took on a etherail quality, echoing hautingly. She pulled down her shirt (here Xellas pretended he saw nothing and went back to studying the people outside, his cheeks colored)
and she placed a green twig above her heart, where a thin line of blood was seen..
The lad couldn't help but gawk as the wound closed, completely seamless. Janais stopped singing, and looked up, grinning crookedly.
"Hungry?" she said. Xellas started. Her eyes were unfocused and strange, but before he could move, she went out of the room, swaying slightly. [/color]
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Post by Frodo on Feb 6, 2005 15:48:53 GMT -5
He followed her out, though some distance behind, so she wouldn't see him. Janais' staff thunked on every step, whilst Xellas, quickly threw off his dragon-scale boots, and tip-toed down in bare feet.
She had reached the common room, and was bent over a fallen girl. Keeping to the shadows, Xellas crept around the edge of the staircase, all the while trying to hear what Janais was saying. She placed her hands on the other girl's side, her face drawn and haggard. Suddenly, she toppled forward, just as the girl's eyes snapped open; she struggled to sit up.
Xellas, about to rush forward and help, heard a sound from upstairs.
It was the sound on the Harp, playing.
And being played poorly.[/color]
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Post by goldberry on Feb 6, 2005 16:02:02 GMT -5
OOC: the rest of us are still at a standstill, Maddie. I assume you had to get back to your report. Oh well. Unstuck will eventually come around and unstick us. Who is Unstuck, anyway?
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Post by Frodo on Feb 6, 2005 18:09:24 GMT -5
(OOC: Yes, I just finished my paper. I'm not done yet! Don't assume it stops here)
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Post by Frodo on Feb 6, 2005 18:27:40 GMT -5
Xellas dashed upstairs, forgetting his stealth, and burst into the room. A raven, his oily feathers glistening jaded green in a shaft of dusty sunlight, was sitting on the harp. In one beak, it held a broken string; the talons marring the pale wood.
With a startled cry, Xellas started forward, waving his arms, and yelling extraneous words. The bird, frightened, took flight, but not before he leapt forward, snatching at it. Xellas grasped the struggling raven in both hands, glad it still had the string in it's mouth. At least it wasn't pecking at him. Carefully, he removed the golden thread, and threw the bird out the window in a cloud of black feather, grinning cheerfully. Deftly, he reattatched the string, and lovingly, caressed the sound board, carved with twisting, ribbon-like figures.
Xellas covered the instrument once more with the satchel's flap of tanned leather, and went to the top of staircase to retirieve his boots.[/color]
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Post by Frodo on Feb 6, 2005 18:33:45 GMT -5
Xellas slipped into his boots, and went back to staring out the window when a shuffling noise from outside the door awakened his senses. Peering out of his half-opened door, he watched, curious, as a girl, the one in the commons, toiled to heave Janais' limp body up the stairs. She stopped at the top, looking worn and sat down. Her face was pale, and shining.
Xellas moved out of room, and came to stand beside her.
"Miss?" he said cautiously. "Miss?"
Her eyes were closed, and Xellas wondered if she had passed out again.
"Miss, can I help?"[/color]
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