Antimersia wrote:Medi Munkii
Medi finally awoke, feeling soothing warmth running through his body. His eyes opened to the nothingness he is used to. But he felt invigorated, at least partly. He breathed in deeply, and used the small amount of essense that he had built back up to activate his senses. He focused, allowing himself to scan the room by the disturbances in the air. He sensed the cot he was laying on. He sensed the others that joined him, several of them he could hear groaning in pain. He sensed the man just above him in cleric's robes. The cleric was looking down at him as he checked Medi's condition. Medi smiled for a moment. He remembered the beach and the soldiers who helped him. He did not sense Azrellia in the room, which worried him, but he believed her to be safe.
"Hey, Doc!" Medi said enthusiastically as he suddenly sat up on his cot. He looked the cleric right in the eyes as he spoke, the hauntingly grey but joyous eyes peering at the man, making it hard to guess that Medi were actually blind. "How am I doing? I feel pretty good, so you must do great work!"
Azrellia
Azrellia, a spirit of friendship is one that never wishes to harm anyone if she doesn't have to. Especially not a new potential friend. but in her weakened and borderline battered state, she is not even conscious of the fact that she is siphoning energy from Gregor as she rests by him. her smoke like form gradually thickening and turning deeper shades of grey. She remains unconscious for a time, but being in the presence of a Dragon-Blooded, allows her to heal and regain strength more swiftly than she would be able to otherwise. Her unconscious mind is filled with a plethora of dream like thoughts. Most of them return to Medi, and her hope for his well being. The few that are not are ones of anger and hatred, towards the being that attacked them. The memory of the blue glow and the scream makes her shiver in her slumber.
Medi the Stowaway
“AH! Oh! You’re awake! This is good.” The cleric taking care of Medi was shocked to see Medi suddenly jolt in the bed. The man’s face lit with an enthusiastic grin, which assured the doctor that he was at least feeling happy. He did not seem to have any other wounds either, leading him to think that he had just suffered exhaustion.
“Yes, it seems as if you’ve suffered some exhaustion and some superficial wounds, but those will heal nicely. One of our respected young Clerics left these ointments, which heal minor wounds.” The cleric showed Medi the ointments, but when he saw his eyes, he realized he was blind. He took the man’s hand, and he let him feel the jar. Smooth, with the scent of sweet-grass.
The doctor then put away the ointment, and coughed. “Yes, it seems you will be fine, as shall your friend. One of our generals has been trying to accelerate her healing, from what a soldier has told me. He has quite the experience with sorcery. We’ll also make sure to look over her,” he explained.
Gregor - Sleeping By Spirits
The Mahajan Noble felt some aching and creaking in his body. Though Gregor had not fought today, and had only ordered his men around, he felt as if he had spent the day chopping through the necks of Orcs. He groaned and rubbed his neck, before grabbing his pipe and giving it a long puff. He noted that Azrellia’s form was healing and reshaping quickly. “...Hm...perhaps the Magic is working...and she is also draining my own Magic...lovely...”
He thought about dumping her with a Cleric, who maybe could risk to give her some of their life-force. At the same time, Azrellia was healing faster in Gregor’s care, and would continue to heal rapidly as long as she stayed near him. He only hoped she would finish soon, as he needed to sleep and to make sure he had the Magic necessary for an imminent lengthy battle.