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[Nickalis]

Luanching his club as he ran, Grok grunted in satisfaction as it blasted the three catmen who had made it on top of the building off into the night. But anouther was almost to the top near the back where even more catmen were trying to torch the building, Where the hell are they all comeing from Grok thougt, and more importantly, why in the hell did I throw away my club???, time to improvise. Leaping into the air he grabed the ankle of the catman just pulling itself onto the roof, and swinging the catman as he would his club, Grok plowed into the pyros at the back of the building. Grok grimsed with sympithy when the leg of the catman/club shatered in his hands when it colided with its brethran, then screamed in agony when one of the torchbearers shoved it's torch into his face. Blinded by pain, and inraged with the thought of damage to his eyes, the only physical trate he had inherted from his mother, Grok lost all capasity for thought and just started swinging.

Pain was the first thing Grok realized as he started thinking again, pain an the feeling of being totaly drained. Looking around he saw the corpse's of catmen everywhere and that the building they had been protecting was still standing. Tears sprang into his eyes as he realized he could still see, and more tears fell as he grunted in pain when he tried to brush them away. he wasn't sure wich hurt more, the burns on his face the burns on his hands or the gash on his right forearm he had no memory of reciving, Thinking this has been a bitch of a day, Grok droped to the ground to rest against the back of the buiding and wonder just how and the hell he had lived threw it.

 

[LadyFairy]

Seeing that the elv had everything under control with the red haird warrior. Tasha smiled, and thanked him for his aid. You are most welcome here..please stay for as long as you wish.. i would offer you more if i could, but this is all i can offer for now... please excuse me i am in need of some freash air.

stepping outside for some much needed air. Streatching her tired mucles Tasha walked around to the back of the building. Thinking as she went that there were so manny dead. Such a waste of life... there were many body's that must be buried... and there was still no sighn of her brother.

Stopping in her track's as she rounded the corner, and noticed the Oger she had seen helping them. Walking softly clearing her throat. Letting him know she was there so as not to startle him. Tasha could see that he was wounded as well. His Face, and hand's were burnt, his forarm had been wounded as well.

When he looked up at her she noticed that his eye's were diffrent from most Oger's. They were beautiful. I am sorry to intrude upon you...,but i wished to thank you for your aid. you are welcome among us...i have seen you sevral times before in the forrest's and know you to be friend. Are you able to walk? i can help you inside we've a few healer's that may help you.

 

[Nickalis]

Sitting in a daze and wondering how the other defenders were doing, and hopeing the lady hunter had made it threw the fight too, Grok was stunded when hearing a noise and looking up, it was as if the thought itself had conjered her, she was standing over him, and even talking to him... Gitting slowly to his feet so as not to frighten her, she being a skilled fighter and him still weaponless Grok was looking for the fastest way back into the woods, when what she was saying finaly sunk in, and he found himself stuned once more, he had never heard such words from a human before, could this be a trick? NO! he could not belive that of her, she had never betrayed his presince in the woods and she could have easly finashed him off as he sat there in a daze.

In a hesitating unused voice Grok said "me..I...i'am ok, can walk" giveing her a shy smile "was good fight"

The moment the words left his mouth he wished he could take them back, this was her village laying in ruins, her faimly and freinds dead all around them, "stupid. me... sorry sorry" not knowing how to talk to others after so long alone Grok could only shrug and ask "what now"

 

[Donsehan]

Rayet heard some voices outside, he wondered, how many dead were there, he swepped his gaze around the buildling, theere were only wounded in here, that surprised him. He set himself upon healing the gash that he had gotten.

He pulled on the weave as strong as he could to bring a bowl of water. He called on the wind and let the magic sing through him as the wind brought a small tornado of leaves for him. He washed his hands, and replaced the water, and crushed the leaves. He took a feather from his hair, and placed it in also crushing that, and uncovered his wound, to take some blood, and asses the wound. He mixed everything in the bowl with the water, and traced a symbol on the ground. He then chanted "Aeardrie Faenya fallana sina n'taurn tuarna lle . . . Aeardrie Faenya fallana sina n'taurn tuarna lle"

AHHHH, He screamed as the bone mended itself and in moments all that was left of his wound was a small piece of bone that fell to the ground. As he steadied himself to get up his eyes widened, and a look of horror drew over him. He jumped up in the air, and realized the ceiling roof had no opening, and crashed down into the ground. He set himself facing the door, he drew two milky transparent weapons, like a sword,without an edge, it had a curved bladed hook at the end and a dagger protruding from the bottom of the hilt, another crescent blade in front of the hilt.

 

[LadyFairy]

Seeing that the Oger was confused.. Tasha held up her hands in a sign of peace.

Easy.... I'll not harm you nor will i allow any one else to ither. Please come with me inside so that we may get your wound's tended to.

Smiling to help calm him down Tasha took a step forward. While saying. Yes the fight was good.. tho manny were lost... it could have been much much worse... Here take my hand. I'll help you inside.

 

[hybirdx]

Justin couldn't take it anymore. Wounded or not, he had to get up and get out. He looked at the destructive scenery around him. Smoke, charcoal, and dead cat bodies. "Huh..." Justin looked around some more and saw the kids poking at something. "Heeey! What are you doing out here?"

The two looked up at him smiling. "The wars over isn't it? We can play now right?"

Justin sighed and pointed back at the building. "Go back inside, there still may be straglers," Justin said in a slightly annoyed tone. As soon as he saw them run inside, he climbed up a tree and watched the area around him. One thing that went through his mind was te curiosity of where Tasha left off to, but he quickly shook that off when the thought of why he was worried in the first place shot through his mind.

'She should be fine,' Justin thought, 'but... What about me? Why am I worried about her, for any of them for that matter? This isn't like me, helping others.'

 

[Nickalis]

Grok had to smile himself, the lady was useing the same voice and movements he had seen her use to pet a deer in the forest.

So, she see's me as a wild animal huh, well she's not far off, thout Grok, unconsiously running his fingers threw his shagy main of grayish green hair, looking first at her hand, then into her sparkiling green eyes, he finaly understood just why the deer didnt run.

Gentaly as he could, Grok ingulfed her hand in his, ignoring the sharp stab of pain the contact caused his burn, and revaling in the feeling of anouthers hand in his

beaming a smile he thumped himself on the chest, and imeditaly gritting his teeth, thinking, shit that hurt ye great bloody moron, Grok gentaly tapping his chestI named Grok.

 

[LadyFairy]

Tasha noticed the look's of pain on Grok's face as he took her hand, and pounded his chest. Making sure to be careful as she lead him around to the front of the building. So that she didnt hurt him farther. She said. My name is Tasha..... lets see about getting thos burn's and your arm taken care of..

Looking up as they rounded the corner Tasha noticed Justin sending some of the children back inside, and gave a sigh of relaif that he was alive, and well. Hearing his comment to the children that there may be stragaler's still about. She made a mental note to talk to him about setting up a patrol. While they made repare's to the village, and buaried the dead.

Leading Gork inside she stayed with him while his wound's were being tened to. He didnt know anyone, and she didnt want him to think they were trying to hurt him. Walking back, and forth between his bed, and Lady Wyst's keeping an eye on them both for Wyst was still unconsiou's, and it worried her greatly...

She would have to find someone who new more about the magic's to explain more. Tasha's body was very sore, but there was much that needed done, and no time for rest. Walking back over to Gork she asked. How are you feeling??

 

[Donsehan]

Keeping some restraint, Rayet had to watch as the orc was led in, keeping his weapons drawn, he pulled the woman aside, and led her outside "I have shown enough restraint in not killing the orc, do not ask me to heal him, because I won't. If there is noone else that needs healing I'll be on the roof, also if you want I can try to resurrect some dead, but only a few. I will not do anything though, if that orc comes near me." He looked up and jumped up the side of the building, his hooks sunk into the side and he jumped again, to find himself on the roof.

He walked off to the center of the building and prayed.

 

[Dr_Dingledoy]

The orc was of no major concern to me. I had been around long enough to know, that there were good and bad in every type of creature. As long as the creature made no hostile overtures... Heading out into the town again, he had been to long away from his horse. A long whistle soon brought his steed back. The blood stains and fur that covered Moonstars hooves, told me that he had done his share in the battle.

Lovingly leading the horse to a trough, I began to clean the blood and gore from both my trusted mount, and my weapons. Only after making sure that all was in order, did I return to the building to search for the woman Myst. For some reason, her voice still sang in my heart.

 

[hybirdx]

Justin walked along the trees, jumping from branch to branch when needed. He was carefully watching for survivors or remaining Slavers. His yellow eyes watched and scanned for Anything out of the ordinary. Yet, through out the whole time, his mind was elsewhere. Well, in three places at once to be a little more exact.

One part was attached to the fact that he actualy helped the village. The question "why" rotated in his brain constantly. It was starting to annoy him. But the question still stuck to him like an leech. Maybe it was because he felt pity. Or maybe because he hate how the Slaver's absolutely had no soul, or maybe because that he was hoping people would except him for what he was, like Silvia and Tasha had done.

"Silvia... Tasha..." Justin shook his head, clearing his mind as quickly as possible. That, was the second thing that bothered him. For some reason the two kept invading his mind. 'But why? Why, out of them all, those two are affecting me? What is it about them that makes me act like... This? I'm no hero.' Justin hopped from one branch, and onto another, digging deeper into his tangled thoughts. Is it because they looked past me? Or, at east to what I am? Though... I wouldn't exactly be surprized if they didn't know what I am. This Region is pretty far from home... But still, is it really that? Is it because they look at me as another human being...? Human...'

Justin sqauted on a strong piece of dead oak that hung from a new tree. It must have hooked itself to one of the new tree's branches when it was growing. Justin looked at his free hand. Thought the black glove was there, he knew there was a scar there. 'I used to think humans were nothing but giant chickens to superior races... But... This whole fight changes every thing.... Is that it? Is it that I for the first time opened my eyes torwards humans? Is that what they proved to me?' Justin then noticed that he was bawling his hand tightly into a fist. Tightly enough to cut into his palm and start bleeding. The now dripping blood seemed to have cause an effect to Justin, because for the moment, his eyes changed into a yellowish-aqua green color.

'Crimson.... Just like the color of my hair... Tasha's hair is a almost as red as mine...'

"Rrrrrrgh!" Justin jumped out of the trees and landed on his two feet before completely mentally erasing his brain. He walked around a little bit more until his ears picked up the sound of a man crying.

"Please wake up... Please wake up!" Justin readied one of his extra blades just in case and ran torwards the screems. He slowed to an stop as he saw a young man holding a younger boy. "C- c'mon, wake up..!"

Justin watched for a few seconds, his eyes lost. But he quickly snapped back to reality and walked over to the two before kneeling down and look at the boy. Without saying a word to the older man he felt the child's fore head and felt him burning up. 'Is he sick? No... He doesn't look sick. So why does look like he's dying? Maybe...' Justin carefully moved the boys head and saw a small puncture. 'Just as I thought... Slaver's poison.' Justin given a small sigh of relife as he reached into one of his secret pockets and pulled out a vial of what seemed to be water with a hint of a light green glow.

Justin pushed the vial to the boys lips. But another hand pushed it away. It was obvious the young man didn't trust Justin, and Justin could tell why. He was looking directly at Justin's ears. But Justin was going to take no for an answere. His eyes narrowed as he looked directly into the mans eyes. "Look, I don't care what you think of me, but my concerns are only if this child can survive or not. So you can either cooperate with me, or I can try to help him with you unconsious. What will it be? And be quick or I'll choose for you."

"Ah...." The man opened his mouth, then shut it, then he looked at the boy, then back at Justin. "I- if it will save my brother."

The man loosened his grip on Justin's hand, and Justin quickly put the vial to the child's lips, forcing him to drink the liquid in it. The child suddenly started to caugh and take deep gasp of air. "Thats all I can do... The antidote can only drive out the poison, the rest is up to you and him." Justin stood up and pointed into the direction of where Silvia and the others were tending to others wound. "Take him there, Tell Silvia he needs to keep warm so he can use my cloak." The man just sat there holding the boy, somewhat shocked at what he was hearing. This annoyed Justin, though, even if didn't want to admit it, he was more worried about the child's health than anything else. His eyes turned into a jagged yellow as his sternly said "NOW" to him.

The nodded and got up, cradling his little brother carefully as he ran torwards the shelter. Justin watched them disapere in the distance as his mind rewound to an old memory.

***
"You're so pathetic! Must you always be healed by me when you get hurt? Where's your wolf pride?"

An sobbing boy sat on a rock as his older brother tended to the wound on his leg. "B-but... It wad a giant snake... I didn't know if it wad a poidonous s-snake or not..."

The older of the two finished his healing spell and smile at the younger one. "Then I guess it was smart of you to come to me... Huh little brother?"
***
Justin didn't notice until he wiped an tear from his eyes that he was starting to cry. He put his hand to his face trying to focus himself back into scouting the village. He quickly left the spot and jumped back into the trees to get a better view, and hopefully a better spot for shelter.

That was the third thing disrupting Justin. Memory that refused to leave him be.

 

[Amonara]

Silvia blinked out of the careless daze she had let herself slip into. All the stress had begun to get to her, but now was not the time she had be strong for her own sake and the sake of her patients. The small blonde clenched her hands into tight fists, before forcebly relaxing them.

Having let herself have a small moment of weakness she looked around to see if anyone else needed her help. She spotted Tasha leading a wounded ork into the building. His size and his appearance frightened the inexperienced healer, but she trusted Tasha's judgement.

Silvia flashed a weary smile at Tasha, sparing a few moments to worriedly watch her pace between the ork and the unconcious woman, before she turned back to the ork and his wounds. She gently bandaged his wounds growing more confident as she saw he meant no harm. She looked up into his surprisingly gentle eyes and felt slightly ashamed of being so wary of him. The blonde let her own wide blue eyes meet his for a moment, before she put the finishing touches on his bandages.

"There. That should feel much better now."

She smiled softly at him, before turning towards a young man who had run helter skelter into the building.

The blonde sprang into action and helped the man gently lower the small child onto a makeshift cot.

"What happened?" She asked briskly, examining the boy as best as she could.

"That....he gave him something to stop it...and said to take him to you. He said he needs to be warm.."

Silvia took in the man's jumbled and breathless sentence before nodding. She extracted a few more details from the man about whom exactly had healed the boy. Once she was sure that it had been the red-haired warrior, whose name she still did not know, Silvia relaxed slightly.

She caringly wrapped the now shivering boy in as many covering as where within her reach and told the older brother firmly to stay by his brother's side.

"Stay by him, hold his hand. He needs your strength to help him through his recovery. I'll be back to check on him shortly."

Silvia caressed the boy's check with a finger, her eyes sad. The small shivering boy reminded her of her younger brother. She bit her lower lip and squeezed her eyes shut trying to forget the vision of his death. She took a deep breath and went to check on some of her other patients determined to forget the death of her family.

 

[LadyChance]

Myst

The darkest, so deep and penetrating, like black velvet. Soft whispers of knowledge ... threats, memories, purgatory yes that was it. Myst knew where she was she use to live in the dark, the darkness was bad a terrible place to be. Loneliness lived there a constant companion to all the souls found there. Soft velvet swirled around her, feeling as soft caresses of a loved one. Then the memory hit, "They will never accept you Myst, stay where you belong. Stay with us, humans are awful creatures with no concern for others but their kind. Then they kill each other, what do you think they do to outsiders? You will never belong anywhere but here with us."

Myst remembered the fight then, and fought for her salvation. Tasha was human and she accept, Andre was human and he accepted... Silvia was human ... her shining blue eyes always smiling made all feel excepted. Myst had made her choice and slowly moved up.. up through the darkness. Feeling the pull and tug of purgatory of the lost souls there. Myst fought harder and finally opened her eyes.

Her head hurt terribly and it was hard to concentrate. The roof she looked at was above her, patched and worn but still some sort of cover. She had been moved, there was a cot under her, the comfort almost making her slip back into the dark. Then the movement next to her caught her attention. Turning her head.. wincing with the effort it cost her.. she could see Tasha moving towards her. She looked so tired, so worn to the bone and yet still going. The worried look she carried lifted slightly when she seen Myst move. Tasha’s soft smile warmed Myst as nothing else could at that moment. Yes, she had made the right choice. Behind Tasha stood the half oger that had helped in the fight. He looked tired as well but had a bemused look upon his face as he watched Tasha.

Myst turned her head again feeling the pain but uncaring, she seen Silvia. Watching her move around the room tending to the villagers. Silvia was a great healer even tho she thought her skills were weak. Myst knew better, she had been the same way once a long time past.

The door opening directed Myst's attention, she was in no mood to fight right now. Tho she wasn't sure she would be of much help in her condition. Relief filled her as Andre stepped in, his eyes searching and finding her. The smile she seen then warmed her soul. She was no longer in the darkness but in the light. This is where she would stay, in the light with her friends to guide her along the way.

 

[Donsehan]

Rayet heard the boy and man come, he decided that he should stop fuming and go down and look as the boy and man entered he jumped down and walked over.

"umar fallanaon ante?" He asked as he approached the women. Eyeing the man and boy with the two spectrums that his eyes showed.

 

[LadyFairy]

Seeing that Wyst's eyes were open and that she was looking around the room made Tasha's heart fill with great relief for her friend was alive. Sitting in the chair next to Wyst she asked. How are you feeling? Seeing Wyst look Gork over. She smiled and intorduced them. This is Gork.. He is a friend. I've seen him often in the forrest's , and he helped us in battle.

 

[hybirdx]

Justin fisahed his scan and slowly returned to the shelter. He looked around and noticed that the place was getting crowded. 'This isn't good. We have to find better shelter for these people. But...' He made another scan seeing the people in seriously bad condition. 'It may not be best for some of them to be moved...;

Justin noticed the two siblings Resting at the moment, making him relax a bit. "Good, they made it..."

 

[LadyFairy]

Seeing Justin walk into the building behinde Andre Tasha smiled, and waved for him to join them. She wished to talk to him about a patrol, and see what else they could all do to make things a little better for the serviver's.

Night would be falling soon.. it was bound to get very cold. There was plenty of wood for fire's from some of the burned out house's, and they may be able to find some useful things among the wreckage.

I should get my bow and, do some hunting, but most of the game was frightened away by the battle. she thought with a frown. i'll wait, and see what they think first.

 

[hybirdx]

Justin looked over torward Tasha. Giving a sigh, Justin walked over to Tasha and the Ork. "I found a bigger place nearby, but I'm not quite sure if its safe or not yet. But..." Justin trailed off as he looked at the ceiling. "Its getting very late, and if there any Slavers alive and lurking, this is when they'll hunt."

Justin didn't know too much about human stratagy against odds like this. But his guess it'd be best if they had two gaurds based at the shelter, while somebody else checked if they shelter was safe, and three more able to find food and clean water.

 

[Donsehan]

Rayet watched heard the red warrior walk in and heard the conversation take place, cursing that he never bothered to learn the languages of other races than those that he dealt with, he opened his mouth and made a piercing call not unlike that of a hawk, loud enough to carry well outside the village.

He then tilted his head and waited, listening, he heard his reply. He called out again, and heard his reply it was closer, he called out again not as loud and changing his pitches. A large Hawk flew in as Rayet put on a leather glove for the Hawk to land. He petted as it dropped a rabbit and landed on the his outstretched hand. It stood about two and a half feet, it kind of looked around and faced the elf, the elf clucked at it, seemingly having a dialogue.

Rayet, then picked up the knife he left on the ground when he healed the red haired warrior and cut a long wound in his palm and placed it on his forehead, and chanted in an ancient language. A burst of magical energy preceded the gem that appeared on his forehead. He thought sent a thought to the red haired warrior, hoping that the gem would make the communication possible.

Food is scarce around, and a cat pokes around the village now and then. I can help with any healing you need, my familiar can scout out the surrounding area although to battle one of those cat things might be too much.

Hopefully the red warrior recieved it, if not the lady that just regained conciousness would, magic wrapped around her like a wizard. He sent the same message to her.

 

[Nickalis]

Things where happing to fast for Grok, he wasnt sure what he was feeling or even how he should be feeling. The way the little creature with feathers in his hair had looked at him when talking to Tasha, that he had understood, if not for Tasha's presents he would have gone threw that thing to get back to the woods. But then that other femal came to tend his burns, she was so tiny next to him, so fragle, but she had looked him in the eyes and smiled. He hadnt even noticed the departue of the huge human, or when the creature had left, and that was danguerus, thats how you ended up dead. Tahsa had asked how he was doing, all he could do was shurg, Then the cloaked women was wakeing up, and he could feel the power in her, Two more humans came in for healing and the creature was back, even it radiated some kind of power, and a nother man, Grok could tell right away, this was no human, he had an animalistic aura, and if the place hadnt seemed crowded enough, the huge human was back, blocking the eniter exit. This is bad, Grok thought, this is sooo bad, what the hell am i doing here. Slowly backing up into a cornor so his back would be covered, Grok started looking around for somthing he coulc defend himself with. and noticed Tasha again and saw how happy she was the cloaked woman was awak, and the tiny little blond who was so gentle, and how she seemed to spread a since of peace all about her.

Takeing a large breath, Grok forced himself to be calm, he could feel no maliciousness from any here, not even the pointy eared feathered thing. Slowly droping a stone into his sling at his side, it never hurt to be prepared, Grok waited to see what would happen next.

 

[LadyFairy]

Turning back to Grok Tasha smiled at him, and introduced him to the other's in the room. Just as she had introduced him to Wyst.

Grok This is Justin...Wyst.. and Andre.. over there the little blonde is Silvia..i know not the name of our elven friend, but he has aided us this day as well. She said nodding to each in turn so that he new who was who.

She could see that he was nervious, and Tasha couldnt blame him there were alot of people in this small space, and Grok probably hadnt been around a single persion in so long not to mention this many.

We will not harm you.. you are among friends. None here will harm you unless provoked. Tasha hoped her words helped to calm him.

 

[Donsehan]

Rayet, felt an rage from deep inside as he was introduced to the orc, he said "amin Rayet Sulina" as his familiar jumped to his shoulder, eyeing the orc warily, he sent a message to the woman introducing him who introduced him to the orc. "My people and orcs have fought since the beggining, I am showing as much respect as possible to you by not atttacking him. I will not heal him, I can and will heal others or ressurect a few of the dead if you truly ask, just get my attention."

He eyed the orc, and told his familiar to go on the roof to alert him of any other beings that passed by. The hawk flew out the door and Rayet kept watching the orc, for anything unexpected, keeping his hands ready to draw.

 

[hybirdx]

Justin looked at Tasha, then to Grok, and smiled. "Don't worrie. No harm will come to hear."

Justin flinched a bit as somebody invaded his mind. But it was obvious by the accent it was the elven being above them. Food is scarce around, and a cat pokes around the village now and then. I can help with any healing you need, my familiar can scout out the surrounding area although to battle one of those cat things might be too much.

"True, we need all of the healers and scouts as possible... But We need food and water too." Justin picked up his bow and sack of arrows. And looked at Tasha. "As I said, I found a possibly bigger shelter nearby. I'm going to check it out."

 

[Donsehan]

Rayet realized that the red haired warrior was responding to him, sending another message I do not understand you, you're going to have to think what you want to tell me and imagine sending the thoughts to me, I am called Starblade of the Windsong clan. He gestured toward the red haired man, putting his hand out.

 

[Nickalis]

Grok felt his face flush with embarisment as Tasha intoduced him to all the others, then almost started the sling to swing when a bird flew in to rest on the elf. the need for open space's and fresh air was starting to overwhelm him. Hearing Justin mention scouts food an water and better shelter gave him an exuse to get out of there before he freaked and got himself killed.

Smileing at Tasha Will be outside if needed he said, as he moved as swiftly and unthreatingly as he could out the door.

Stoping outside it was the smell more then the carnag thqt made Groks gorge rise, the smoke and burnt meat smell you knew was nothing you would want to eat, or think about, mixed in with the putried stinch of sliced open bowls. Edged weapons where so damn messy Grok thought, and speaking of wepons its pat time to retrave his club.how in the world he had let Tasha lead him inside wihout it he pondered, she is even more dangerus then her tracking and fighting skills led him to belive.

Smiling to himself and thinking it wasnt such a bad idea after all to come help, Grok grabed a couple of dead catmen and headed for what looked like the ruins of a blacksmith shop, with a cart leaning against it, just the thing to help clean up some of this mess, and there might even be a nice size hamer in there too.