Ules is camping out near the forest when he hears a cry for a medico. he gets up, and rubs his eye sbefore realizing what had just been asked for. He stretches a bit and then starts to think.
"Hmm, where are they going to find a medico at this time? I suppose I could try helping....but...well, I haven't learned anything new in a while, not since Caitlin left. But....there wouldnt be many people around here...maybe at the inn....I suppose I can go and see what i could do"
Ules gets up, and begins running sort of clumsily towards trollsbane's west gate. He makes sure he has a needle, some thread, and some cloth on him. He does. So he hurries there quickly as he can
What truths lie reflected on a dagger blade...
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Devrah Liioness
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Devrah is leaning on Sebastian's arm, a dagger clutched in her free hand, almost as if by instinct. Her skin is pale, and she is bleeding from a four-inch-long cut across her neck, like someone held a dagger there - but something doesn't look right. The blood flow doesn't seem to be too terrible - so why is her skin so pale? She sways slightly, obviously lightheaded. To anyone with medical experience, there is something wrong beyond just the cut, which though requiring attention, should not be as life-threatening as her appearance would suggest.
Devrah flinches slightly at the approach of the man - something akin to distrust in her eyes.
"Isilwen," she says quietly, a strange tremor in her voice, "Please, bring Isilwen."
Devrah flinches slightly at the approach of the man - something akin to distrust in her eyes.
"Isilwen," she says quietly, a strange tremor in her voice, "Please, bring Isilwen."
Ules arrives at the scene, and immediately fishes through his robe, pulling out what seem to be a very badly made pair of glasses, though not being a common item, they might not be recognized at all.
He sees the girl, and notices that she's very pale, noticing next that she has a bad cut on ehr neck. his first instinct, not being very well trained, is that the cut must be the cause of all this. he leans down, cautiously, and while taking out some cloth, asks the man what happened. As he is about to attempt bandaging the cut, he realizes that it hass a fairly slow rate of blood loss, and realizes that there isnt a large quantity of blood around there. He thinks about it for a split second, questioning whether this is the main cause. he decides he can investigate that afterwards, and goes to attempt to bandage her-
Suddenly, he hears her mutter "Please, bring isilwen"
he seems slightly confused, and looks to the man she is leaning on with a questioning glaze, not knowing exactly who or what she means.
He sees the girl, and notices that she's very pale, noticing next that she has a bad cut on ehr neck. his first instinct, not being very well trained, is that the cut must be the cause of all this. he leans down, cautiously, and while taking out some cloth, asks the man what happened. As he is about to attempt bandaging the cut, he realizes that it hass a fairly slow rate of blood loss, and realizes that there isnt a large quantity of blood around there. He thinks about it for a split second, questioning whether this is the main cause. he decides he can investigate that afterwards, and goes to attempt to bandage her-
Suddenly, he hears her mutter "Please, bring isilwen"
he seems slightly confused, and looks to the man she is leaning on with a questioning glaze, not knowing exactly who or what she means.
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Sebastian moves devrah behind him, almost by instinct, and looks to the man cooly
"You heard her! Go get Isilwen! Now! before I cut your throat damnit!"
Sebastian turns his head to whisper to devrah
"You're looking worse the more you stand..Will you please sit down? Or will i have to force you..I won't leave, i promise."
He grins at her in his cheery, and playfully manner while he says the last bit, but his eyes still full of concern
"You heard her! Go get Isilwen! Now! before I cut your throat damnit!"
Sebastian turns his head to whisper to devrah
"You're looking worse the more you stand..Will you please sit down? Or will i have to force you..I won't leave, i promise."
He grins at her in his cheery, and playfully manner while he says the last bit, but his eyes still full of concern
"It's a She you moron! She's an elven Elder, Hurry up!
It's obvious that Sebastian is nearly on his last nerve. Mostly from what appears to be stress on his face, and anger in his eyes. he mumbles to himself, but devrah might hear it.
"Damnit sebastian, why couldn't you have been quicker. Gah, i could have prevented this whole ordeal. Damnit. She's a wild one though..she'll pull through..she has to..she's the only one woman i've ever met to have such an independent spirit..Damn her and that spirit, It's going to make me hurt someone."
It's obvious that Sebastian is nearly on his last nerve. Mostly from what appears to be stress on his face, and anger in his eyes. he mumbles to himself, but devrah might hear it.
"Damnit sebastian, why couldn't you have been quicker. Gah, i could have prevented this whole ordeal. Damnit. She's a wild one though..she'll pull through..she has to..she's the only one woman i've ever met to have such an independent spirit..Damn her and that spirit, It's going to make me hurt someone."
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Diarmhid ran through the forest, killing every creature that crossed his path with wide, blind swings of his sword.
A huge storm of emotions boiled within him, things he hadn't felt within memory. He didn't know how to handle them, and so he just kept killing things.
The whole time, scenese from his past replayed themselves in his mind.
"Not as bad as last time," he commented neutrally, and used his hands to adjust her stance, "But you're still starting off wrong. You stand like that, and they're going to follow the movements of your muscles, and predict your moves before you make them." He took the small dagger out of the child's hand, placing it in the sheath at her belt. "Your hand should be near that sheath - near it, but not poised to do anything - at all times. Make it look casual, unintentional, but never get far enough away that the weapon isn't within instant reach." He adjusted the position of her arm so it hung casually near the sheath, stood back and analyzed her stance.
"Better," he said in a low tone, "Now I'm going to come at you again, just like before. I want you to attack me. I want your blade to be an inch from my throat, but this time I'm not going to gie you any extra time. I want you to take me by surprise."
The small child, no older than seven, nodded solemnly in response, the dark-green eyes narrowed in concentration. Two red braids trailed down her back, a strand of the hair stuck to her forehead by sweat. The older, teenaged boy took a stance across from her, and suddenly advanced to her.
The tiny girl, small for her age but with a look of such determination, suddenly bunched her muscles like a pouncing kitten and lunged at her older brother, her right hand making a casual pass by her side and freeing its dagger at the same time. An instant later, the older boy knelt in front of her, his on dagger pointing at the small girl, while hers as indeed an inch from his throat.
"Good, Devrah," he said huskily, "But see here you are? Right now, we are in a position of dual compromise. One of us moves, we both die. You should never be in this position."
A huge storm of emotions boiled within him, things he hadn't felt within memory. He didn't know how to handle them, and so he just kept killing things.
The whole time, scenese from his past replayed themselves in his mind.
"Not as bad as last time," he commented neutrally, and used his hands to adjust her stance, "But you're still starting off wrong. You stand like that, and they're going to follow the movements of your muscles, and predict your moves before you make them." He took the small dagger out of the child's hand, placing it in the sheath at her belt. "Your hand should be near that sheath - near it, but not poised to do anything - at all times. Make it look casual, unintentional, but never get far enough away that the weapon isn't within instant reach." He adjusted the position of her arm so it hung casually near the sheath, stood back and analyzed her stance.
"Better," he said in a low tone, "Now I'm going to come at you again, just like before. I want you to attack me. I want your blade to be an inch from my throat, but this time I'm not going to gie you any extra time. I want you to take me by surprise."
The small child, no older than seven, nodded solemnly in response, the dark-green eyes narrowed in concentration. Two red braids trailed down her back, a strand of the hair stuck to her forehead by sweat. The older, teenaged boy took a stance across from her, and suddenly advanced to her.
The tiny girl, small for her age but with a look of such determination, suddenly bunched her muscles like a pouncing kitten and lunged at her older brother, her right hand making a casual pass by her side and freeing its dagger at the same time. An instant later, the older boy knelt in front of her, his on dagger pointing at the small girl, while hers as indeed an inch from his throat.
"Good, Devrah," he said huskily, "But see here you are? Right now, we are in a position of dual compromise. One of us moves, we both die. You should never be in this position."
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Devrah only snarls at Sebastian and pushes off his arm.. but something occurs to her...
The older boy leaned down, letting her slide off his back. He turned around and knelt in front of her, his hands braced on her shoulders, his eyes looking directly into hers.
"What have I taught you about trust, Devrah?"
"You can trust no one but yourself - and even then, only trust yourself as far as you can swing your blade," she recited promptly from memory. But there was such a solemn, weighted look in her brother's eyes that she couldn't rembmeber having seen before. He was always so calm, so in control. Why did he look now like his world was falling apart?
"Exactly," he said softly, still staring to her in earnest, "But once in awhile, you are placed in a situation where you have to trust someone. You have to take a risk, and put your life into someone else's hands." His eyes bored into hers, "It might seem like giving up a piece of what you are, but survival is the most important thing of all."
She nodded solemenly, trying to wrap her six-year-old brain around his words.
"This is one of those times, Devrah. No matter what happens, you must trust me. You must do what I say. No matter what happens. Do you understand?"
He shook her shoulders roughly when she didn't answer, "Do you understand?"
She nodded slowly, solemnly. "Yes."
"Good," he whispered, and hoisted her up on his shoulders again, and runnning towards the village. Over his shoulder, she could see hundrds of orcs advancing on the buildings, and dozens of people running from them, running and falling and dying.
Diarmhid ran right towards the chaos, and Devrah really wanted to slide off his back and run and hide, but she had promised and so she stayed, even though her heart was racing and tears were filling her green eyes. They ran to the heart of it, into their house, and when Diarmhid shoved her under the table and told her not to move, she obeyed. When Diarmhid threw Delilah under there with her, and told her to stay still no matter what, she obeyed.
When Delilah crawled out from under the table and was struck dead by an orcen blade, she bit her lip to keep from making a noise, because Diarmhid had made her promise. When she watched the bodies of her family litter the floor, she kept still, and she kept quiet, because she had promised to trust Diarmhid.
When the orcs finally left the house, and lit the surrounding woodlands on fire, Devrah finally understood why Diarmhid had not let her run and hide in the outskirts of the village. When every man and woman and child that had fled was nothing but a burned out corpse, she understood why Diarmhid had made her hide in the house.
But she didn't understand why he hadn't saved the rest of their family.
Something flashed across her eyes, and Sebastian might see a flicker of pain before determination washes across them.
"I trust you," she whisperes softly, and stops fighting.
The older boy leaned down, letting her slide off his back. He turned around and knelt in front of her, his hands braced on her shoulders, his eyes looking directly into hers.
"What have I taught you about trust, Devrah?"
"You can trust no one but yourself - and even then, only trust yourself as far as you can swing your blade," she recited promptly from memory. But there was such a solemn, weighted look in her brother's eyes that she couldn't rembmeber having seen before. He was always so calm, so in control. Why did he look now like his world was falling apart?
"Exactly," he said softly, still staring to her in earnest, "But once in awhile, you are placed in a situation where you have to trust someone. You have to take a risk, and put your life into someone else's hands." His eyes bored into hers, "It might seem like giving up a piece of what you are, but survival is the most important thing of all."
She nodded solemenly, trying to wrap her six-year-old brain around his words.
"This is one of those times, Devrah. No matter what happens, you must trust me. You must do what I say. No matter what happens. Do you understand?"
He shook her shoulders roughly when she didn't answer, "Do you understand?"
She nodded slowly, solemnly. "Yes."
"Good," he whispered, and hoisted her up on his shoulders again, and runnning towards the village. Over his shoulder, she could see hundrds of orcs advancing on the buildings, and dozens of people running from them, running and falling and dying.
Diarmhid ran right towards the chaos, and Devrah really wanted to slide off his back and run and hide, but she had promised and so she stayed, even though her heart was racing and tears were filling her green eyes. They ran to the heart of it, into their house, and when Diarmhid shoved her under the table and told her not to move, she obeyed. When Diarmhid threw Delilah under there with her, and told her to stay still no matter what, she obeyed.
When Delilah crawled out from under the table and was struck dead by an orcen blade, she bit her lip to keep from making a noise, because Diarmhid had made her promise. When she watched the bodies of her family litter the floor, she kept still, and she kept quiet, because she had promised to trust Diarmhid.
When the orcs finally left the house, and lit the surrounding woodlands on fire, Devrah finally understood why Diarmhid had not let her run and hide in the outskirts of the village. When every man and woman and child that had fled was nothing but a burned out corpse, she understood why Diarmhid had made her hide in the house.
But she didn't understand why he hadn't saved the rest of their family.
Something flashed across her eyes, and Sebastian might see a flicker of pain before determination washes across them.
"I trust you," she whisperes softly, and stops fighting.
Sebastian smiles slightly and picks her up, and starts walking towards the shop. Thoughts race through his head, He holds the beautiful tigress in his hands, but he remembers something, Devrah might see some thoughts going on in his muck of eyes.
Sebastian holds his dagger white knuckled against another's dagger, a grin on his face. The other holding the dagger is the same age as him, about 15 years old, with a grin on his face. The other boy was taller and hand the upper hand on Sebastian, But sebastian just talks to him in his smooth in silky voice.
"Ten coppers says I can get a woman tonight, and pin you to the ground right now. Ten coppers for each bet, What do you say?"
"I say i'll take you up on both, You couldn't get a woman and you can't Pin me right now- Crap!" the other boy says
While he had the boy speaking, sebastian let the pressure go on the boys dagger, sending him off balance, and slipped around the boy, Holding a dagger in his tattooed right hand to the left side of the boy's neck from behind.
"Ha! Ten coppers! Pay up!" says sebastian
The boy grumbles and hands him 10 coppers
"Alright, So lets go see if i can win those ten coppers back.
The duo walk down to the pub just a street away from the palace, Sebastians Limpid brown eyes scanning the room, picking his prey. He found her. A blonde haired girl, only looking 16 years old, with two other women, but they look slightly older than her. He walks over, spins the chair around infront of her so he sits backwards in the chair. Sebastian's tattoo fully revealed since he doesn't wear a cape. The girl's eyes travel to the tattoo as he speaks with his silky voice to her
"Hey there beautiful, Hows you're night been?" he asked
"Alright, Thats a interesting tattoo, what is it for?" she replied
"Just a tattoo me and my friend both have. Mine breaths ice flames, and his fire." Says sebastian, pointing to the boy from earlier. The same tattoo was on his arm, but it was on his left arm, and it was indeed breathing fire instead.
"I like it, It's very beautiful" she said, glass eyed in awe
"Well, I think you are very beautiful, more so than any other woman i've ever met." he said with a silky smooth voice, his brown eyes cheerful and bright
Sebastian holds out his hand and he stands up, the girl takes it and he walks past the boy, sticking out his tongue at him. The boy cusses profusely while mumbling, and passes him a small bag of ten coppers behind the girls back and into the open hand sebastian holds behind his back, looking at the girl with his seducing gaze.
Sebastian holds his dagger white knuckled against another's dagger, a grin on his face. The other holding the dagger is the same age as him, about 15 years old, with a grin on his face. The other boy was taller and hand the upper hand on Sebastian, But sebastian just talks to him in his smooth in silky voice.
"Ten coppers says I can get a woman tonight, and pin you to the ground right now. Ten coppers for each bet, What do you say?"
"I say i'll take you up on both, You couldn't get a woman and you can't Pin me right now- Crap!" the other boy says
While he had the boy speaking, sebastian let the pressure go on the boys dagger, sending him off balance, and slipped around the boy, Holding a dagger in his tattooed right hand to the left side of the boy's neck from behind.
"Ha! Ten coppers! Pay up!" says sebastian
The boy grumbles and hands him 10 coppers
"Alright, So lets go see if i can win those ten coppers back.
The duo walk down to the pub just a street away from the palace, Sebastians Limpid brown eyes scanning the room, picking his prey. He found her. A blonde haired girl, only looking 16 years old, with two other women, but they look slightly older than her. He walks over, spins the chair around infront of her so he sits backwards in the chair. Sebastian's tattoo fully revealed since he doesn't wear a cape. The girl's eyes travel to the tattoo as he speaks with his silky voice to her
"Hey there beautiful, Hows you're night been?" he asked
"Alright, Thats a interesting tattoo, what is it for?" she replied
"Just a tattoo me and my friend both have. Mine breaths ice flames, and his fire." Says sebastian, pointing to the boy from earlier. The same tattoo was on his arm, but it was on his left arm, and it was indeed breathing fire instead.
"I like it, It's very beautiful" she said, glass eyed in awe
"Well, I think you are very beautiful, more so than any other woman i've ever met." he said with a silky smooth voice, his brown eyes cheerful and bright
Sebastian holds out his hand and he stands up, the girl takes it and he walks past the boy, sticking out his tongue at him. The boy cusses profusely while mumbling, and passes him a small bag of ten coppers behind the girls back and into the open hand sebastian holds behind his back, looking at the girl with his seducing gaze.
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As Devrah allowed Sebastian to lead her to the shop, her thoughts took a different track.
She had never been one to believe in destiny. She had little to no faith in any gods, and she survived on the theory that the only thing of importance was self-preservation.
Things had changed when she had realized that her and Kamik were going to have a baby. She had suddenly cared about someone more than herself, and she had vowed never to return to the past.
But now, she thought, perhaps the past had come back for her.
The price was too high. From the beginning, she should have known something was wrong. The girl was young, fourteen. Only a year younger than herself, and yet he had offered her one thousand coppers to kill her.
One thousand coppers was food for a very long time.
It had been easy for Devrah to corner her in a deserted corner of town. The girls' wide blue eyes had filled with tears when Devrah drew her dagger, she had knelt on the ground and pleaded to live.
"I won't tell anyone," she had begged, "I won't tell anyone. I'll disappear, I'll help you disappear too. I don't know why you are doing this, but please. Please let me live."
Devrah didn't respond. She had heard many such requests and had ignored them all.
She drew her dagger. Normally, she would use poison, but this contract had been very specific. Nothing but a simple dagger. Make it look like a mugging, not a hired job. So Devrah raised the dagger above the girl's heart, still ignoring the sobs.
"Please," the girl moaned, "Please. I'll do anything, promise anything..."
Devrah smirked coldly at the girl. She was nothing more than a whore. That much she had gathered from the man that had hired her. "Oh, I already know you'll do anything," Devrah said silkily, "That's why I'm going to have to kill you."
"Please..."
Devrah plunged the dagger into her chest.
Blood soaked her hands. Far more blood than there should have been.
Between the girl's legs was a massive quantity of sticky red.
Oh, gods.
The girl was pregnant.
Devrah ran.
Perhaps it had been fate. Perhaps there was a such thing. And if that were the case, if every deed was repayed, then Devrah was going to be dying a hundred deaths before she would be freed.
She had never been one to believe in destiny. She had little to no faith in any gods, and she survived on the theory that the only thing of importance was self-preservation.
Things had changed when she had realized that her and Kamik were going to have a baby. She had suddenly cared about someone more than herself, and she had vowed never to return to the past.
But now, she thought, perhaps the past had come back for her.
The price was too high. From the beginning, she should have known something was wrong. The girl was young, fourteen. Only a year younger than herself, and yet he had offered her one thousand coppers to kill her.
One thousand coppers was food for a very long time.
It had been easy for Devrah to corner her in a deserted corner of town. The girls' wide blue eyes had filled with tears when Devrah drew her dagger, she had knelt on the ground and pleaded to live.
"I won't tell anyone," she had begged, "I won't tell anyone. I'll disappear, I'll help you disappear too. I don't know why you are doing this, but please. Please let me live."
Devrah didn't respond. She had heard many such requests and had ignored them all.
She drew her dagger. Normally, she would use poison, but this contract had been very specific. Nothing but a simple dagger. Make it look like a mugging, not a hired job. So Devrah raised the dagger above the girl's heart, still ignoring the sobs.
"Please," the girl moaned, "Please. I'll do anything, promise anything..."
Devrah smirked coldly at the girl. She was nothing more than a whore. That much she had gathered from the man that had hired her. "Oh, I already know you'll do anything," Devrah said silkily, "That's why I'm going to have to kill you."
"Please..."
Devrah plunged the dagger into her chest.
Blood soaked her hands. Far more blood than there should have been.
Between the girl's legs was a massive quantity of sticky red.
Oh, gods.
The girl was pregnant.
Devrah ran.
Perhaps it had been fate. Perhaps there was a such thing. And if that were the case, if every deed was repayed, then Devrah was going to be dying a hundred deaths before she would be freed.