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...wir brauchen dringend einen Magier oder Heiler in Green briar!!!

Pia ist TOT!!!

BITTE KOMMT UND HELFT UNS!

..hoffentlich findet die Tauben einen magier...

Xandrina Feanor

What happened to her? Was she attacked or poisoned or...?

~Unsigned~

...she was attacked by an dwarf...

~Xandrina Feanor~

Did you get his name? What did he look like? Do you have health potions?

~Unsigned~

I did.... just look up my last Dove

http://illarion.org/community/forums/vi ... hp?t=21954

Get Pia a potion. The dwarf will be dealt with later...

~Unsigned~

Pia was too badly injured to drink it!
It came out of her mouth again and again.
Anfala tried to heard massage her!

Force feed her then. Get a funnel or a cone of some sort, put it down her throat and tip the potion in. It won't be able to get back up.

~Unsigned~

The dwarf that attacked me the other day was 73122**** , he used an assasin sword that Lady Meryaldes said sounded like it was poisoned. Possibly an antidote would help?

Kaila

Forcefeed her an antidote though! Just don't let her die!

~Unsigned~

She is now burried.... Lortz did it.

Grinning in satisfaction, Nimblewit jingled his newly-earned silvercoins within his boney hands, almost paying no attention to the announcements on the town wall, until a name attracted his attention: A brief name, consisting of no more then three letters. Swiftly he approached the parchments and read though them - having taken note of those grim news, Nimblewit couldn't resist drawing a deep breath, standing there a while, thinking.

»Nub nub, not just this is - kind halfling Pia was. Always she gave Nimblewit cakes for no cost, no cost, nub nub. Nimblewit never quite understood why, for Pia nothing demanded in return - now Nimblewit never will find out.«

Thus he walked on, but no longer he jingled his coins in his hand, and no longer he felt anything like joy. This was a feeling unlike any he had ever experienced: His thoughs no longer only circled around business. Chance for good business could be found any day. But 'this' chance...was lost for good. Indeed, he felt sad - a sadness even more intense like the loss of good money.

»Yab yab, kind Pia: Nimblewit thinks he now understands.«

Home again from many days spent gathering raw goods for a future home... It was great to be back, until the hearing of the sad news of the passing on of one of the very nice people of the isle.

Pia was gone.

The news did not relly hit home till Miru returned to Greenbriar.......he would never again see the wonderfull person she was...and sadly she never saw the Eldan Oaktree that she would have loved.

Unable to rest Miru gathered seedlings and buckets and a heavy heart made the trip to the glade of The Oak. Once there Miru, hearing the breathing, could only sink down beside the tree and between sobs ask

" why Pia,....why such a sweet person....why... "

Till at long last sleep cradled his heavy heart.

Someone, half asleep in the hedges, wandering the crooked slopes dug in her mind by years and years of the same..life.

She had not truly tried to get nice along with Pia, though the red-golden shine had waken some kind of forgotten interest for life,
in the heart, she tought of reserved for the Cold Maid.

Drifting to dreams, breathing out another painful time, realizing things never to be turned right, she whispered a single name, the only one to adress her regret now..
"Chee...

It is sad, I laid Pia to rest myself and I could nothing help her. A voice spoke to me through her body and told me she was ready to go. I am glad her soul is at peace but I am troubled with myself. Could I have done more or was it the right thing to do...she wanted to go, did I do the right thing?

Yours
Lortz Hacum

Teacher at the Academy of Gobiath