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Post by Raz on Feb 10, 2017 17:48:27 GMT
Clara grinned at her response. Maybe this journey will be fun after all. She was already looking forward to their next duel. She shouted over to her, "I may just have to take you up on that then." She wasn't far behind the Qunari, her stomach had started to growl while they were still in the wagon. Only thing to eat then was some hardtack which never really fills anyone up. As she reached the campfire the aroma wafting out of the stewpot was almost mesmerizing. "Damn, is there cooking magic?" She said as she looked over at Iris. "Should try being a cook if being a mercenary doesn't work out."
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Post by projectekertest33 on Feb 10, 2017 17:56:41 GMT
Bherick noticed Tristain sneaking away despite the fight, he may not be as strong as he used to be but as he got older he'd found he paid more attention to the world around him. He pretended not to see the lad was carrying a heavy burden and probably just needed some peace and quiet. As Yon came towards him teasing the templar Bherick laughed "Finally met your match hey Yon? Go see Iris so she can check on your head you haven't got much brain to spare as it is."
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Post by Envy on Feb 10, 2017 18:22:40 GMT
Walking away from the fun of the others Taethron pulls the scabbard off of the other end of his staff poking the earth below him he walks around in a circle. Pulling his staff from the earth below he pulls out some royal elf root and Ghoul's Beard placing them around the circle he takes the skull that is always atop his staff then sets it in the middle. Pulling a sharp dagger from his belt bring the dagger to his wrist hr slits his wrist using it as a channler. The grass around Taethron begin to die as his blood touches the skull of the Mortalitasi the circle begins to glow green after Taethron start to chant a spirit begins to form into existence as he counties to chant a wistful voice calls out "So yet again my own blood paints my own skull. Ah Tae'thron my own flesh and blood what brings you to summon me from the fade?" Asks the spirit. "I wish to dull what makes me human yet again and I wish to learn more in the ways of life and death." Says Taethron woefully. "Ah good it a deal that I can make with you Sa'din." Taethron sits cross legged and begins to mediate and learn from the spirit.
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Post by jackygirl on Feb 10, 2017 18:26:48 GMT
"Only for now old dog only for now." Yon makes her way chuckling over to Iris. "Oy bookworm Bherick says I need my head looked at."
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Feb 10, 2017 18:39:09 GMT
"If only it were that easy..." Iris mutters at Clara's comment on her becoming a cook. Her magic will always make a normal job impossible for her, people just chase her off. She long ago stopped trying to achieve a normal life, the Misfits is where she belongs now. She feels at home with them.
She scoffs at Yonet's nickname for her. "I told many times not to call me that." She holds her hand open and focuses. A soft, green glow forms in her palm. It feels warm and comforting. She places the glowing palm on the side of Yonet's head, she can feel the warmth flow into the Qunari and mend the injuries. "I can't always do this, Yonet. Next time, you're gonna rely on potions." She scolds after removing her hand and completing the process.
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Post by jackygirl on Feb 10, 2017 18:51:49 GMT
Yon still high on the adrenaline from the fight says. "Aw you're just saying that cause you'll miss having an excuse to touch me." She leans in close to Iris's face and smirks cheekily. Suddenly she moves away and grabs a bowl of stew before seating herself back on the edge of the camp. "It's gonna be a while before I can sleep so I'll take first watch old man." Secretly she's still hoping something might attack so she can get an extra workout.
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Feb 10, 2017 19:04:08 GMT
"You disgust me. You and your perverted mind." Iris says with a distasteful noise as she turns back to the food. "Supper is done." She calls out to the others as she collects a two bowls. She sits down and lays one of them on the grassy ground for Teal.
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Post by Deaths on Feb 11, 2017 6:15:52 GMT
The smell of dinner, reaches Tristan's nose his stomach rumbles in response. His body tells him to go back, but he doesn't want to. Sitting around the camp fire, making jokes and telling stories was just something he couldn't do right now. His presence would just make things awkward with Iris. It always leads back to her, he can't help it she's always been on his mind. Not that its always positive, but she's always there. "Maker." He sighs annoyed by his own thoughts, he knows he made a mistake and he has to apologize.
A new smell arrives this time a fire, Tristan stands looking around he notices smoke coming from ahead of him farther away from the camp. He pulls himself up and moves cautiously onward investigating the fire. It could be nothing, maybe some more travelers. "Still better safe than sorry." He reassures himself, as he presses deeper into the forest. He hears the death screams of some one, the voice was male. Tristan runs at a full sprint with his sword and shield drawn, he jumps out of the tree line spotting a few tents one of them aflame. A small creature stands in the middle of the camp holding a staff. "Maker..." It was a Genlock, not just a Genlock but a mage. It screamed in its terrible language, as it points at Tristan while fowl magic flows from it. On the ground the corpses of the humans slain here begin to rise in a dark mockery of life. Four Hurlocks come charging out of the tents.
Running as fast as he can Tristan has to warn his friends, Darkspawn were here about a mile from their camp. Two of the Hurlocks give chase, if they could laugh and smile they certainly were. Enjoying the hunt the Hurlocks fire arrows while they run. An arrow catches him in the right shoulder, though he does not slow down. Until a second one catches him in the lower back just above his left hip. He continues to run though obviously slow, arrows sail past him. They are getting more accurate with each shot. "TO ARMS!" He screams at the top of his lungs, hoping his allies hear him. "TO ARMS!" He yells again as he feels himself slowing, the smell of dinner returns and he hears Teal barking, he's close. He comes flying out of the tree line into the camp. "Darkspawn!" He's out of breath choking on his words. "At least five of them." He says between breaths. "Ones a mage, it animated corpses." He turns toward the direction of his enemies exposing his wounds to his company, he enters a readied stance though the arrow in his shoulder makes it hard to keep his sword arm up.
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Post by Hunter on Feb 11, 2017 11:32:42 GMT
Lauren was sitting on a dead tree, clutching her shield handle during the duel between Yonet and the Knight-Captain. She winced at the sight of the hit on her friend's skull not that it always stopped her, she took some hit like that during their sparring session, mostly the one where the two where cursing each other out to blow out some frustration for both of Lauren and the Lustzerker as they playfully joked about the horned mage... "condition". Speaking of wich seems like her trance ended and that she is already being healed by Iris, the later already berating her. Lauren finally calms down as the short battle end, she get up to join the mages before hearing shout from afar followed by Teal's barks. "TO ARMS !" Tristan leaps into the campsite, out of breath. "Darkspawn !" The shield is immediatly on her arm, Lauren assumes her battle position, in front of Iris, she brandish her mace and waits while her companions do the same.
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Feb 11, 2017 11:54:14 GMT
Iris' eyes darted in the direction of the shouting. She sees Tristan, wounded badly and she's wondering how in the hell he is still standing... Lauren steps in front of her within an instant, creating a wall of steel between her and the darkspawn which always proved useful since Iris can focus her barriers and forcefields onto her companions instead of herself.
She immediately stand and begins harness an invisible force in her waving hands. Just as a hurlock charges forward and brings it's jagged sword high in the air to strike a final blow on Tristan, she pushes her hands forward with a small growl. The force flies forward at lightning speed, smashing into the hurlock and sends it reeling through the air and stopping abruptly when it's body smashes into a tree, exploding splinters and leaves around the area. Iris calls the force to envelop Tristan with a telekinetic shield while summoning another spell of haste into him. The spell will help him find the energy to fight on with the injuries, but she is worried and hopes that he can be healed soon. Regardless of her relationship with him, she protective of her company in battle.
Using so many spells in quick succession, she feels suddenly fatigued. She takes a moment to breathe deeply and steady her mind. She finally picks up her staff and holds ready for anymore more darkspawn to burst through the woods.
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Post by jackygirl on Feb 11, 2017 12:09:23 GMT
A Hurlock wielding a bow makes the mistake of emerging from the woods right next to where Yon had been keeping watch. As it pulls back its bow string to fire at the boss Yon simply grabs its head and twists breaking its neck with a dull snap. She kicks her staff up into the air and catches it as the Hurlock falls to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut. She casts her favourite spell rock armour and feels her skin hardening without her movements being compromised. She loved this spell because it made up for her lack of physical armour and meant she could take the kind of hits that would kill most humans.
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Post by projectekertest33 on Feb 11, 2017 15:11:09 GMT
Bherick seemed to disappear fading back into the shadows as he drew his daggers from his back their shine dulled by the mud he smeared on them every morning and every evening. As the others dealt with the initial darkspawn he crept into the tree line finding a hurlock separated from its group charging through the trees towards the camp. When he was still just a low-level lyrium smuggler for the Carta he'd been on a few expeditions through the Deep-Roads to trade lyrium with surface dwarves without having to sneak through the heavy guard that was placed on the official channel between the surface and Orzimmar. During the expeditions he'd learnt how to kill darkspawn, the trick was to strike quickly before they picked up your scent. He silently dashed to right behind the Hurlock driving his first dagger into the back of its knee before using the other to slit its throat as it fell leaving it only enough time to let out a short cry of surprise and pain quickly cut off.
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Post by Envy on Feb 11, 2017 18:08:28 GMT
Hearing footsteps away from him Taethron and the spirit stop the ritual "That concludes our deal my blood." Says the spirit fading back into the fade. Surrounding him are four Hurlocks and two Gurlocks great reaching for his staff Taethron casts a barrier around himself. Two Hurlocks charge at his he merely dodges to the left and marks on of the Hurlocks with lingering mark then stabs the Hurlock through it's chest killing it. Hitting the other Hurlock in the head to ease the beast Taethron curses the Hurlock with Walking Bomb and to add some spice into the mix he also casts Virulent onto it. Running up to the curse Hurlock Taethron throws the beast towards two other Hurlock, exploding in a ghostly white blast the Hurlock explodes and since Virulent is in effect the other two explode as well. Grabbing his staff from the chest of the spirit possessed Hurlock he sends the spirit to deal with a Gurlock. Stabbing his staff into the earth his grabs his spell blade hilt and starts channeling mana into the hlit the Gurlock with a darkspawn sword and shield in hand. Slowly pushed forward towards Taethron, changing at the Gurlock he begins down his blade into the Gurlock who blocks it seeing an opening the Gurlock tries to slice Michael with his blade. Parrying the blade Taethron backs up and plunges his spell blade into the Gurlock's stomach then pulls out of it's stomach to cut it head off. With all the darkspawn dead Taethron sits down on the ground he's used up a good chunk of Mana from this Skirmish of his. Putting his hlit back into its scabbard he grabs his staff and starts to run back to the others. Teal seeing a Gurlock coming up from behind Tristan Teal runs and pounces on the Gurlock and begins to rip the throat of the Gurlock out.
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Post by Raz on Feb 13, 2017 5:31:02 GMT
"Divinum clypeus!" Clara shouts while clutching her holy symbol of Andraste. An aura of light surrounds her as she unsheathes her longsword. There were darkspawn flowing from the forest like they had kicked open a beehive. The first wave was quickly dispatched by her comrades however, at least a dozen were still rushing forward. The front row were shambling corpses of what looked to be villagers while in the back were five genlock skirmishers. Among them also stood a unique looking darkspawn wielding a staff of its own. Chanting could be heard even from this distance. Clara took notice of Iris' weakened state and moved to intercept the corpses before they reached her. With her blade in hand she rushed in front of Iris just as a dead male villager with a hatchet buried in his chest reached her. With a shout and an upward strike she cleaved through the zombies lower left ribcage, sternum and out the top right shoulder. Her blade being of such quality that it was as though she were cutting through butter. A spatter of Gore and a burgled groan was the final words of the beast as it fell apart. Before a shambling woman closed the distance she shouted, "Lauren,Tristan! To me! Yonet, Bherick! The mage!" That was all she could shout before she deftly decapitated her foe with ease. Just as she finished her move a fireball the size of a meteor was propelled towards her and Iris. She slammed her sword into the ground and knelt as the blast struck her with what looked to be practiced grace. The flames scatter and melt away against her aura, shielding Iris and herself from harm.
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Post by jackygirl on Feb 13, 2017 14:10:32 GMT
Yonet charged the enemy lines roaring her challenge smashing two stumbling corpses out of her path. A darkspawn slashed at her with its rusty scimitar and looked suprised when it simply bounced off her. She drove the point of her staff through his chest and forced him to the ground before allowing some lightning energy to travel down her staff to finish it off. The enemies tried to overwhelh her with numbers but she span her staff in a circle around her forcing them back and made to bear down on the Gurlock mage but he spotted her and raised a hand throbbing with dark energy. Suddenly her strength seemed to drain out the soles of her feet and she fell to one knee gasping for breath. A more powerful mage might have been able to dispell it but Yonet's talent was mediocre at best and her magical training had been provided by a similarly uneducated Tal-Vashoth mage.
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Post by projectekertest33 on Feb 13, 2017 14:33:06 GMT
Bherick heard Clara's shout and made a B-line for the mae's back but he was spotted by two Hurlocks who locked him a frantic melee. He danced backwards keepin out of reach of their blades when they swang before darting in and attacking but he was only inflicting minor wounds. He'd certainly win eventually but it was taking too long and the darkspawn were forcing him away from the mage and Yonet's kneeling form.
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Post by Hunter on Feb 13, 2017 14:34:25 GMT
Lauren noticed Yonet strugling against the emissary, one gurlock tried to sneak on her to land a blow on her back; The shield raised Lauren charged before crushing the darkspawn's skull with a mighty blow of her mace, she bashed the thing with her shield, not bothering to finish it as it fell to the ground. The shield warrior put herself between the qunari and the undead mage, giving her the occasion to take a breath. "COME ON YOU FILTHY THINGS ! COME TO ME I DARE YOU !" Lauren hits her shield with her weapon, taunting her ennemies. Lauren become a complete different person during fights, almost if something possessed her, pushing her friendly nature in a dark corner of her mind as anger replaced it. She swinged her weapon around to deny the oncoming monsters.
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Post by Deaths on Feb 15, 2017 3:23:49 GMT
The world slows down, he hears screaming and sees Clara yelling directly at him, but its as if his head was underwater. Everything was muffled except for a small ringing that nagged and nagged. The arrows no longer hurt, all he felt was anger, he was going to make these monsters wish they never their holes in the ground. "Taethron you and Teal save Yon!" He calls out ignoring whatever Clara had said to him. "Clara you and Lauren defend Iris until she's recovered. She's used a lot of magic, fatigue will be setting in. When she is ready advance and we'll drive them back!" He has an aura of command, he never knew he had before. "You monsters think you can stop me!" He yells taunting a few of the remaining Hurlocks. "I'm Tristan Drake, the Storm Coast flows through my veins, I've fought giants and dragons you are nothing!" His voice returns to the one he yelled at Iris with, it isn't one of hatred but pure anger.
Two Hurlocks charge at him one swings its axe and it is easily blocked by his shield. The other attacks his right side with a jagged sword, it connects thankfully Iris' barrier absorbs the blow. a second swing from the axe and Tristan blocks again this time piercing the beast in the stomach, the other opponent takes advantage of his opening, and stabs him right above his hip. The blade sinks in deep, Tristan smashes his shield into his first victim, and with out flinching slice the other in the throat. Another arrow hits him in his left arm, but he keeps moving the Genlock mage begins chanting as he realizes he is no longer protected. Its too late Tristan lets out a mighty roar and charges the beast. Kicking the nuisance head nearly off he knocks it to the ground. He trust his sword into its face and with its dying breath the undead collapse to the ground. He advances to the two attacking his Dwarf, he stabs one through the back and tackles the other. He grabs his shield with both hands and begins smashing the bottom of it into the Hurlocks face. He curses at his foe while he keeps attack. The Darkspawn's face is no more just a mess of blood and skin, be he keeps raining blows down.
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Feb 15, 2017 5:55:25 GMT
Iris manages to recover herself enough to get back into the fight. She channels magic through her staff and fires out two spirit bolts at a duo of Hurlock charging forward, scoring hits in the chest and head and bringing their end. She sees the undead fall to the ground after the Genlock mage was slain, she immediately takes advantage of this and is ready to bring the battle into their favour. She closes her eyes and focuses on their bodies, summoning the spirits of the once deceased men and women to arise from their bodies with soft, blue transparent glow surrounding them, giving them a chance for revenge against their killers. Using her staff to channel most of the energy, she doesn't feel as near as much fatigue as she would have casting such a large spell. She we reopens her eyes, they glow the same ghostly blue as the spirits do and feels the burning hatred amd agony within their souls. They want to meet the darkspawn head on, slaughter them just like they slaughtered their living selves. Iris allows their request.
The spirits charge at the darkspawn, screaming in their ghostly howls of their thirst for vengeance. They are no longer trapped inside the bodies the Genlock defiled for their own purposes, and they feel no fear when running into the battle. They begin to help push back the darkspawn, the tides of battle have turned. The Misfits now outnumber the darkspawn. "One last effort, that is all it will take." She says to Clara and Lauren, strain in her voice as she maintains the bond between her and the villagers. "I will hold the spirit's presence here. Use their aid to finish the rest off, Tristan instructed." She looks over to Clara and for a split second an expression of gratitude washes over her, remembering the blow she took that would have most likely ended her life. There's more to the Knight Captain than she might first suspect.
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Post by jackygirl on Feb 15, 2017 10:13:16 GMT
Suddenly Yon's strength returns as the Emissary falls letting out a yell of triumph she lays about her with staff and magic breaking bones and turning panicking darkspawn to ashes with blasts of fire.
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Post by Raz on Feb 15, 2017 16:44:45 GMT
The battle had lasted barely forty five seconds and yet it was quickly coming to a close. With the darkspawn mage having been felled by Tristan in his charge the remaining reanimated villagers collapsed. That is until Iris had made them rise under her own power, the ghostly blue of their eyes now turned towards the genlock left standing. Not wasting anytime both the villagers and Clara descend upon the shaken darkspawn. The villagers struck with a ferocity that would've astounded Clara had she not seen this dozens of times over. They tore into the few genlocks that weren't fleeing fast enough. One was taken to the ground and torn apart by the grasping hands of the dead. It's guttural voice shouted in its wretched language before turning into a gurgle. Clara was bounding past the villagers to the now encircled Tristan. The remaining genlocks were trying to bring him down with their serrated blades but Bherick was managing to keep the wounded boy alive with a flurry of attacks at any that tried to get close.
They didn't notice Clara's presence until she was upon them. She had leapt over Bherick and brought her sword down on the right clavical of one of the beasts. Her blade split through it like a hot blade through butter. Dark sickly looking blood spattered her face as she brought her blade up in preparation for her next strike. Before she could deliver the blow two bright flashes struck the genlocks. Their chests were scorched yet the next moment they seemed to notice their situation, both of their heads exploded backwards with incredible force. It was as though a balista bolt had struck their skulls, she could attest to the mess such a strike would make after being in siege. She glanced at the source of such a strike and saw Yon holding her staff. Clara narrowed her eyes but otherwise made no comment. She turned on her heel and moved to Tristan. His clothes were covered in blood, judging from the bleeding at his thigh some is certainly his own. With their opponents now felled the sound of battle went with them. An eerie silence took hold of the area which Clara was more than happy to break. "Iris get over here, the boy's hurt." She looked at him with a piercing gaze that said they were going to have a word about this. She looked to Lauren then to Yonet. "Yon, you're on throat cutting duty, make sure none of these things will be getting up. Lauren, get the camp packed up. We're not staying here tonight." She said without much room for argument. She wiped her blade clean with the rag she had used earlier to declare a truce. She saw the dwarf was looking winded.
She stepped over to the dwarf. "Bherick, you alright? You had me worried out there."
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Post by Envy on Feb 15, 2017 17:47:20 GMT
Taethron comes back out of the forest and with the head of a Hurlock in his hand he walks over to his bag and produces a vial from his bag. Filling the vial up he puts a crock over the vial and then places it bag then walks over towards the edge of the camp and places the head back down. "This is why I hate darkspawn they also pop up when there unwanted." Walking over towards Teal who is covered in blood petting the warhound he gives him a fancy dog treat for protecting everyone from the darkspawn. Pitching up a few love scars from this skirmish Taethron asks "Does anyone need healing?" he finishes his pitch work.
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Post by Deaths on Feb 15, 2017 17:55:40 GMT
"Darkspawn..." Tristan says concerned, he looks towards Bherick noticing Clara right next to them he comes up with a quick lie. "Its a good thing I took your advice, and scouted ahead. They could have been on us next." He shakes his head as he pulls himself up, knowing the old dwarf would back whatever story he says. " So many also, must be a raiding party." He turns to Clara, 'Take whoever can still fight. There was a camp about a mile in that direction, there still may be survivors we have to help them." I'll hang back and help with the preparations, I guess Iris will stay with me too since I'll need her." He grunts as he start noticing his many wounds still bleed. He begins to walk back to the camp and rallies his men. "Alright there was a camp where these poor souls were resting. The darkspawn swarmed them, but there may be some survivors. Any of you who an still fight will go with Clara to scout the area and help those we can." He leans against a tree as his leg begins to give out under his weight. "Iris and I will remain here, anyone who wants to hang back is allowed, but we must break camp and move somewhere safer. So your choice is to go kill darkspawn, or pack up." He doesn't have much command in his voice the battle has drained him though he still manages to keep the aura of a leader.
He keeps most of his weight on the tree as he pretends nothing is wrong with him, though all the blood tells a different story. The team just lost Karla he can't let them think they are going to lose anyone else. He limps towards Iris though he tries to his best to hide it. "I guess I'm in your hands." The familiar bark of Teal is heard, and Tristan turns smiling. "Would you two mind helping Clara? We need to see if anyone still needs us." He says to the elf and his dog. Tristan stumbles a bit and decides to give up walking and sits on the ground in front of Iris.
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Feb 15, 2017 18:17:37 GMT
With the last Darkspawn dead, Iris releases her hold on the spirits, they fade away from existence as her eyes dim down and return to their original colour. She feels their content knowing their killers have been vanquished, that they can rest peacefully now. It makes her feel the same relief that they do.
She is already moving over to Tristan way before Clara has given the order, acting on instinct. She's already at his side by the time she gives it out. Iris feels that Clara is almost seizing command of the Misfits. She can already sense this will cause conflict between her and Tristan if this keeps up. While she doesn't like him as leader, she will choose to follow him over the Templar. She came over to heal Tristan out of her care for the group, not because she told her to.
"Be still." She tells him as she crouches in front of him and grips the arrows. She's never been one to ease up on removing foreign objects for people's comfort when their lives are far more important, this is proven as she yanks the arrows from his body quickly. He will feel that, but at least she can get to work now. She holds her hands over his more severe wounds, the warmth of her healing transferring into him and mending the flesh and skin back together. For the less fatal, she reaches into her satchel for a potion, bringing it to his lips and helping him drink the fluid. All of her actions are done in silence, but a look of slight concern is quite visible.
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Post by projectekertest33 on Feb 15, 2017 18:20:30 GMT
Bherick was panting slightly. "Aye I'm alright ma'am but age is a terrible thing it's made me smarter but also a lot bloody slower used to be I would've cut through those two in seconds." He nodded to Tristain choosing to go along with the lie rather then embarrass the boss in front of an outsider. "Aye boss I knew I saw signs of battle but they looked at least a month old good thing you found those bastards before they took us unawares." He turned to Clara. "If you don't mind ma'am I'll come along with you it's partly my fault these bastards almost got us and I'd like to see it put right."
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Post by Raz on Feb 15, 2017 19:24:31 GMT
"As you wish, Bherick. I only ask you save a few for Yon." She said with a grin. She nods to Tristan, "I'll make sure it gets handled. Stay safe, we should be back soon." She looks to those who survived the battle, "Who will be coming with me?"
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Post by jackygirl on Feb 15, 2017 19:27:46 GMT
Yon snorts. "Like you have to ask." She's a frightening sight spattered with darkspawn blood yet grinning like a cat that just got the cream. "They're spent and I'm not even halfway done yet time to bring things to a climax." She says with a wink as she strides over to Clara.
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Post by Hunter on Feb 15, 2017 21:15:15 GMT
"I'll go with you." Lauren steps up "I will not be needed here and I have to watch over Yonet. Well... At least if it's alright with you, camp is pratically packed up, unless you want me to guard the one who stay here." She look her feets atshe realises how she talked to the templar.
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Post by Raz on Feb 15, 2017 21:31:00 GMT
She pats Lauren on the shoulder and smiles. "Good, we'll need you and your shield." She notices the way that Lauren looks down at her feet and mistakes it for being nervous about going into battle. "Don't worry Lauren, I'm sure you'll be excellent out there." She lets her hand fall from Lauren's shoulder as she turns towards Yon. "If you have any more surprises than the one you showed me just now, let me know. That power of yours is going to come in handy when we get in there."
With that she turns and begins heading in the direction that the camp was said to lay in. After a few minutes had passed and they were fully away from the camp Clara pipes up. "How much do you want to bet that those two love birds end up screwing by the time we finish this expedition into the Brecillian forest?"
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Post by jackygirl on Feb 15, 2017 21:34:50 GMT
Yon lets out a delighted laugh. "50 silver and Iris better hurry up cause if the boss's balls keep growing at the rate they have been I'm gonna have to drag him off and make a man out of him!"
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