Ailwen
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Post by Ailwen on Oct 19, 2011 1:08:58 GMT -5
"We make camp now." As soon as they found a place. We'll get back on the road and... I think I have some dried elfroot; I don't even know what to look for here--"
She narrowed her eyes at him and fairly stomped in his direction. "You will lean against me while we find camp and there is nothing you can do about it; stop being such a man."
The words were authoritative, but the note of panic tinged them with desperation. She hated herself for it but found she couldn't stop. Deep breaths.
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Zevran
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Post by Zevran on Oct 19, 2011 1:21:22 GMT -5
Zevran chuckled at that, which quickly turned into a very wet cough, which had him suddenly leaning against Ailwen whether he really wanted to or not. Ugh, it sucked to be injured. Turned every woman around you into such a mother.
"All right then," He said heavily into her shoulder (he was slouching quite a bit, he tended to be taller than the average female elf), "You can be the man right now."
It took them only a minute to find a clearing suitable enough for camping. It was at this point that Zevran unceremoniously fell from Ailwen's shoulder to the ground at the base of a tree. He managed to push his back against the tree and started struggling with his upper armor. He wouldn't be able to get to his wound with it still on.
"Ailwen, don't take this the wrong way," He said with a small, barely noticeable moan of pain, "But could you help me strip myself of this armor?"
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Ailwen
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Post by Ailwen on Oct 19, 2011 1:31:03 GMT -5
"Trust me, if I thought you were propositioning me I'd leave you there for impertinence," she said cavalierly, though of course she didn't mean a word and wasn't doing a very good job pretending. She set to undoing buckles and removing leather pieces, hissing in empathy when she finally saw the wound.
"Zevran..." She tried to tell herself not to fuss, but it was bad. "Zevran, you need help."
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Zevran
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Post by Zevran on Oct 19, 2011 1:40:52 GMT -5
Zevran couldn't quite see straight anymore, and even if the Maker himself appeared before him and asked him to stand, he would probably just give him a blank look and ask what the Maker was doing asking him to stand instead of healing the big gaping wound in his side.
Silly Maker.
"I know," His voice was barely a whisper at this point and he didn't quite see the point of keeping his eyes open, "I can kind of tell... what with the bleeding and all..."
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Ailwen
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Post by Ailwen on Oct 19, 2011 1:43:26 GMT -5
She turned to Maya. "See? Crazy," she joked weakly. "One of us needs to get help, or... elfroot, or something. This is deep; I think he nicked his lung..."
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Maya
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Post by Maya on Oct 19, 2011 14:08:56 GMT -5
Maya wanted to cry.
It was a combination of several things all smashing together--the adrenaline from the fight, exhilaration from defeated so many at once, the relief that the fight was over, and the rising panic at the sight of Zevran soaked in blood that was his own.
They were also lost, in a land that apparently they hadn't even known existed in Ferelden, a place Maya was starting to suspect wasn't part of Ferelden at all or, in fact, Thedas. But it wasn't the Fade, that much was obvious, nor the Deep Roads. Which meant that the three of them had somehow gone...somewhere else.
All of it collided together to produce her current tears.
"I'm...not good at herbs..." She said, trying to get it under control. "I wish I knew that healing spell! I had the chance to learn it, and..."
She turned away, swiping at her tears. This was a fine time her to break down. As she stared at her feet, the strange plant her eyes had focused on but not really seen finally registered. Frowning, she carefully pulled it up out of the ground to inspect it.
"This could work, I think. There's magic around it, but it's...like the healing spell."
She didn't know it, but Maya was holding Athelas.
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Ailwen
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Post by Ailwen on Oct 19, 2011 14:34:24 GMT -5
((Nerdy moment of the day, immediately recognizing that word and going KINGSFOIL))
Somehow the tears snapped Ailwen back to her senses. She rose from Zevran's side and went to place a hand on Maya's shoulder.
"Anything you know, Maya. It's going to be fine." Her voice was firm but soft, and she looked the mage straight in the eyes.
When Maya bent to grab the plant, Ailwen narrowed her eyes. It was unfamiliar and her friend's life might hang on it. She trusted Maya's magic, but old habits died hard.
She smelled it tentatively, and it smelled... well, right. Which was a stupid way to judge things--she put more faith in the magic than her own nose--but there was something comforting about the green-ness of it. She could pretend it smelled a little like elfroot. She even chewed just a little bit then spat it out to be sure. Her tongue tingled.
For all she was an elf, and thus supposed to have some kind of "connection to nature" (her least favorite elf stereotype), she was from the city and had a healthy mistrust of strange plants. Assuring herself of the safety of the plant, while it looked ridiculous, helped calm her down.
"I think it's safe. I'll try the dried elfroot first and test this on myself. It's not you, I just... I don't trust anything in this place."
She looked up at Maya, dead serious.
"Thank you. We'd be dead without you. You were really good, back there." It was stilted and awkward but it was all she could get out for the moment. "I'm sorry I panicked. If you could build a fire..."
Of course at that moment, Finnbarr came bounding into camp, barking cheerily until he noticed Zevran. He whined and nosed the man's head, licking his face.
That, at least, was a relief for Ailwen.
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Zevran
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Post by Zevran on Oct 20, 2011 0:21:33 GMT -5
Zevran had been on the brink of unconsciousness when Finnbarr ran up and licked his face. At this point, he honestly didn't even have the energy to swat him away, and instead just turned his head with a groan of protest, mumbling, "Can never seem to get any sleep when you're around..."
He barely registered what the others were talking about, but did notice Maya's tears. Damn... He hated making people worry. This probably would have been a good time to say something inspirational and nice to the poor girl mage who ended up amongst the strangest company; something to alleviate Ailwen's fears about him dying so soon after what had happened to her. This would have been such a good time for that.
Instead, he decided to pass out. Also a good choice.
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Maya
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Post by Maya on Oct 20, 2011 17:33:08 GMT -5
Finnbarr's appearance was a relief--Maya hadn't seen the dog and had been wondering if he'd been brought here, as well. At least he hadn't been left behind.
"I think..."
Maya started gathering more of the herb together.
"It's wise, to test, first, but if we're here for any length of time we should have more with us."
What elfroot Ailwen had on her wouldn't last forever.
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Ailwen
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Post by Ailwen on Oct 21, 2011 0:38:19 GMT -5
"I just... I can't risk his life," she said firmly. She was glad to see he had passed out--better that than sit around in pain.
"Here, if you build the fire I can get the tents set up. He should be on a bedroll, not against a tree..."
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Post by Amala on Oct 26, 2011 0:15:27 GMT -5
The party of travelers from Lorien had been slowly making their way along, following the mostly vague directions that pointed toward Paris. It was bizarre how the roads went when connecting with the human world, but Amala was confident of her ability to navigate. Unfortunately, she was a bit overconfident, and at times would end up striding ahead of Amras and leading the party in directions that Amras likely hadn't had in mind.
Amala was not a magical being by any means, and most of her extracurricular study had been of swordplay rather than magic. Still, the elf in her blood was attuned to such things, and it seemed to be thrumming as they entered a part of the woods that she'd never seen before. What's more, there was an underlying current of menace that she hadn't run across in her own explorations of the forest around her home. It was from the Darkspawn, though she didn't what one was...yet.
She was about to comment to her traveling companions about the strange feeling in the air when she came upon the sight of Ailwen, the injured and prone Zevran, and the worried Maya hovering near them. Without really thinking about it, Amala rushed forward.
"Are we too late to help?" She called out, slowing as she neared. Probably best not to rush up to armed strangers onto what had clearly been a battlefield a few moments before.
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Post by Ailwen on Oct 27, 2011 12:20:34 GMT -5
Camp was half set up and Ailwen was attempting to move Zevran onto a bedroll when she heard the others. She cursed under her breath. In any other situation, she'd have heard them coming, have been ready instead of unarmored with only a dagger on her belt. She didn't want to have to use it but... one could never be too careful.
That said, they needed the help.
She turned, posture defensive and hand not quite hovering over the dagger's hilt. At maybe five feet she did not cut an impressive figure, but her stance was protective. She was clearly the leader. Her hand jerked towards the dagger as the dark-haired one stepped forward, but thankfully stopped. Tension hung in the air as thick as magic.
She surveyed the three travelers, all tall and slender and... elves? She eyed their ears. There could be no mistaking. But they were so tall, and they looked so...
She remembered herself. "My companion is badly hurt," she said warily. "I believed the Thaw to be over, and all the Darkspawn returned to the Deep Roads, but we've been encountering small groups, scouts... we came upon one unexpected. I think the blow hit his lung. Is there a healer among you?"
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Edie
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Post by Edie on Nov 8, 2011 18:27:50 GMT -5
Edie turned her eyes toward the young elf leaning against the tree and gasped, he was badly hurt and terribly... good looking.
"Well I don't know what a darkspawn is miss, but I can fix a broken lung."
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Post by Amras Séregon on Nov 8, 2011 18:32:58 GMT -5
Amras stepped in to the clearing, looking like a giant amongst children.
Or at least, that's how he felt.
Something about the travelers immediately caught his eye, other than their small stature, their ears and faces were shaped differently, and they... he wasn't quite sure if this was right, but he had to believe it was true... they smelled differently.
He had to surmise, with most certainty, they they were not from Lorien.
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Maya
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Post by Maya on Nov 8, 2011 19:45:40 GMT -5
Maya had though that the new faces were odd, or at least, different than the elves she was used to. When Amras appeared, her eyes widened. If it weren't for the fact that he had the hallmarks of being an elf, she would have called him Qunari.
"Help from anyone knowledgeable in the healing arts would be quite welcome." She said to Edie, casting a sideways glance at Amras. It was hard not to stare.
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