NARRATOR: GAME ON!)
CIMORENE: *she stares, dazed, at Igiwi* Why are we stopping?
NARRATOR: Igiwi:I have to tend this wound before it kills you. At this rate I will guarantee you'll die before the sun sets.
NARRATOR: *the sun is setting right now*
CIMORENE: *is shuddering for breath* But.... your own wounds
NARRATOR: Igiwi:*shrugs*I will live. You will not, now I will have to borrow an arrow tip and some strands of your hair for this*he seems pained suddenly*...
CIMORENE: Igiwi! Are you all right?
NARRATOR: Igiwi:*takes an arrow of yours and snaps it off to the arrow point*I need to cut some of your hair off.
CIMORENE: Why?
NARRATOR: Igiwi:Do not look at it, but your wound must be stitched now or you will bleed to death very fast now, I need to use your fine hair and arrow tip to do this.
CIMORENE: (I can't heal myself, right?)
NARRATOR: (no)
CIMORENE: *she nods, sliding off Bard easily, but falling to her knees*
NARRATOR: Igiwi:Will you allow me to take some of your hair?
CIMORENE: *she nods weakly* Go ahead
NARRATOR: *he more or less gently slices off a nice lock of hair and turns it into a nice amount of string-like stuff for stitching*
NARRATOR: *the end of the arrow shaft is made to fit it and he looks to you*
NARRATOR: *it looks bad*
CIMORENE: *her robes are already lying open basically, and she struggles to hold the bottom up. She looks back at him* Do it. *she lays on her back and closes her eyes&
NARRATOR: Igiwi:Now Cimorene this is not going to be pleasant. In fact this may be the most pain you've ever felt, if there is magic to help you do it now, I beg you if not I will have to try my best here...
NARRATOR: *he looks uncertain even*
NARRATOR: *looks to you realizing you're ready*
CIMORENE: *she nods* If I pass out... just get us to a town and a doctor as soon as you can.
NARRATOR: Igiwi:*with a very empathetic look*Yes.
NARRATOR: *he commences stabing your surounding skin and looping it together with your own hair*
NARRATOR: *the pain does indeed make you pass out soon into the process*
CIMORENE: *restrains herself from screaming and blissfuly passes out*
CIMORENE: (Does she dream?)
NARRATOR: (hmm let me see...)
NARRATOR: *you dream*
CIMORENE: (oh boy)
NARRATOR: (i give you the choice this time, you don't have to)
CIMORENE: (delirious, pain filled dreams.... bring em on!!)
NARRATOR: (hehe, okay then)
NARRATOR: *you find yourself in the framiliar horrible landscape, now you're on the ground and it is pouring rain, the landscape is surealy grim*
NARRATOR: *the hills are all barren except for small old dead and decrepit looking trees*
CIMORENE: (Is she in pain at all from her physical self?)
NARRATOR: *noticing your suroundings you see your body behind you against a tree with Igiwi looking down at it wondering*
NARRATOR: *bard is eyeing your body on the ground as well*
NARRATOR: (no, you are not in any pain)
CIMORENE: *she blinks a few times and heads over to Igiwi and Bard, trying to call out to them*
NARRATOR: (you are not in your body)
NARRATOR: *they do not hear you*
NARRATOR: *in fact the horrid winds pick up, but only for you it seems*
NARRATOR: *they pull you further away*
NARRATOR: *you can hear that cackle again*
NARRATOR: "so shadow of the west, it is you"
CIMORENE: *she whirls into the wind, allowing it to drag her* And you're one of the Blue wizards, aren't you, you demonic thing!?
NARRATOR: "me? a wizard? I scoff at the thought. No, you should not even be thinking of that. I would worry more about yourself, perhaps more still, about him"
NARRATOR: *the wind starts to put you into a little cyclone in the growing puddles of water *
CIMORENE: About who?!
NARRATOR: *cackle*"You cannot be this much a fool can you?"
NARRATOR: "alas you won't meet your doom*sadly*"
NARRATOR: "....yet"
NARRATOR: *the world suddenly turns in on itself*
CIMORENE: Where is he, you awful creature?!
NARRATOR: *the wind stops, the rain starts raining fire, the ground begins to break apart with flames coming out from under it*
NARRATOR: *you are shot like a bullet suddenly back at your body in the only area, seemingly, unaffected by any of this*
NARRATOR: *you wake up*
NARRATOR: *there is a horrible pain in your lower left stomach*
NARRATOR: Igiwi:Don't look at is Cimorene...
CIMORENE: *she cries out as she wakes, tears of pain spinging into her eyes*
NARRATOR: *Igiwi seems amazed at you waking at all*
CIMORENE: Igiwi.....?
CIMORENE: (Are we still in the woods being operated on?)
NARRATOR: Igiwi:*shaky confidence*It's alright Cimorene.
NARRATOR: (you haven't been moved)
NARRATOR: *bard licks your face*
CIMORENE: *she smiles up at Bard, stroking his face lightly with a hand*
NARRATOR: *it is lightly raining again, but the tree you are under seems to have a leaf or two to offer and seems to have placed them well*
NARRATOR: Igiwi:The trees seem pleased with us. The orcs have not found us still.
NARRATOR: Igiwi:I hope none escaped to tell the tale...
CIMORENE: *she smiles up at the tree and says softly* Thank you, old one....
NARRATOR: *it does not answer, of course*
CIMORENE: Are we almost done? We have to get out of here
NARRATOR: Igiwi:I don't know how safe it is to move you now. It does not look very. I am not a healer and am not sure.
CIMORENE: How far did you say the nearest town was?
NARRATOR: Igiwi:I have stitched you up
NARRATOR: Igiwi:A few days south.
CIMORENE: *she groans and tries to sit up* W-we cannot tarry here... they might come back....
NARRATOR: Igiwi:If you think you can make it we can try.
CIMORENE: *she nods, still trying to get up* W-we have to get away from here... the orcs.... may come back...
NARRATOR: *bard kneels for you to get on and Igiwi rides him*
CIMORENE: Igiwi... can you cover our tracks as we ride?
NARRATOR: Igiwi:I cannot cover bards tracks, no, not unless you wanted me to go back over each step. That would take much time.
CIMORENE: *she nods as she climbs painfully onto Bard's back* Well... hopefully the rainwater will wash them away then
NARRATOR: Igiwi:*with hope*Yes I believe you may be right*shaky smile*
NARRATOR: (ride on?)
CIMORENE: *Bard heads off at a fast trot towards the nearest town, wanting his mistress safe. Cimorene, meanwhile, just keeps riding on and trying not to pass out*
NARRATOR: (for arguments sake i'll let it be a good ride)
CIMORENE: (Thank goodness)
NARRATOR: (i did roll like multiple confrontations;-))
NARRATOR: *you go for days and there is a brief brake in the clouds and the blue sky shows itself in the distance*
NARRATOR: *then things are windy and dark again*
NARRATOR: *you come upon a more sophisticated looking shanty town*
CIMORENE: *she speaks softly to Igiwi, feeling a little stronger now* Can you speak this language?
NARRATOR: Igiwi:What do you mean? Which language?
CIMORENE: the language of this town?
NARRATOR: Igiwi:*proud smile*All my life.
CIMORENE: This is your town?
NARRATOR: Igiwi:No, but there is a common language here... Well mostly
.
CIMORENE: *she smiles weakly* We really need a doctor first off... or a healer or something. *she urges Bard into the town, pulling her hood over her purple hair to hide it*
NARRATOR: *you get into town, it looks slightly more high-class than before*
NARRATOR: Igiwi:I will try to find you a healer if you'd let me.
CIMORENE: *she nods* Please do...
NARRATOR: Igiwi:*surveys the muddy street*You should come with me actually, let bard carry you.
CIMORENE: *has no intention of walking in the mud in her condition*
NARRATOR: *after a few minutes Igiwi seems to read the right sign*
NARRATOR: Igiwi:An apothecary! That seems the best we can do.
CIMORENE: *she nods* Hopefully this will work.... *She slides slowly off Bard, stumbling a little as she lands*
NARRATOR: (acrobatics)
CIMORENE: (wow...... -1)
NARRATOR: (swiftness.....)
CIMORENE: (7)
NARRATOR: *2 damage*
CIMORENE: *falls over unconscious*
NARRATOR: (you've never been hurt quite this bad)
NARRATOR: *you wake up on a table*
NARRATOR: *there is a guy in dark robes above you talking with Igiwi*
CIMORENE: *she groans softly, with a splitting headache* Belegar.... hand me the head herbs, please.....?
NARRATOR: *the two look at eachother and stop talking, puzzled*
CIMORENE: *she blinks a few times, registering her surroundings* Where...?
NARRATOR: Igiwi:We're with the apothecary now and we're discussing how to treat you and payment for it.
NARRATOR: Man:aiongagag vskg agoi nd iargnaoirn.
CIMORENE: *she groans again, closing her eyes* Oh no..... more rabbit talk....
NARRATOR: Igiwi:oaga aigoajhaomn aogia
NARRATOR: *they talk for a wile*
NARRATOR: Igiwi:*turns to you*We have come to an agreement
CIMORENE: Indeed?
CIMORENE: Please tell me you didn't offer him a night with me, or give him my horse
CIMORENE: *she's obviously still out of it*
NARRATOR: Igiwi:I am going to let him use a potion or whatever it is he does.
NARRATOR: Igiwi:*smiles*Why let him have the action if i'm getting none?
CIMORENE: *she blinks a few times at the comment and blushes a deep crimson*
NARRATOR: Igiwi:I'll be right outside the door, alright?
NARRATOR: *he motions for him to leave*
CIMORENE: *she nods* Will you listen at the door?
NARRATOR: Igiwi:Certainly.
NARRATOR: *he exits*
NARRATOR: *the man in black approaches from a dark corner*
CIMORENE: *she tries her best not to shiver at the sight of him, and looks at him hard*
NARRATOR: Man:*reasuringly*ao wlsa bo angubs poenf.
NARRATOR: *he comes to open your cloak and expose the wound...*
CIMORENE: *her hands go immedietely to the hood to keep her hair covered and to the top of her ruined robes to keep her breasts covered*
NARRATOR: (nice call)
CIMORENE: (nods)
NARRATOR: *he takes out a vial and empties some dried material onto it*
CIMORENE: (*waits*)
NARRATOR: *he puts his palm to his lips*
CIMORENE: *she nods and opens her mouth obediently*
NARRATOR: *and licks it*
NARRATOR: *he takes his saliva filled palm and presses it to your wound*
NARRATOR: *the scar is a horrible, horrible looking thing*
CIMORENE: *she has the good grace to flush before wincing in pain*
NARRATOR: *it hurts, yes*
NARRATOR: *but the wound feels better after this*
NARRATOR: *then the man goes on to start chanting*
NARRATOR: (roll for recognization?)
NARRATOR: (wisdom roll)
CIMORENE: (sure....)
CIMORENE: (12)
NARRATOR: (it sounds similar to a healing spell)
NARRATOR: *he casts it succesfully on you*
NARRATOR: *go up 1 wound leve*
CIMORENE: (woohoo!)
NARRATOR: *the man in black seems pleased with you*
NARRATOR: *he starts looking deep into your eyes*
CIMORENE: *she sighs and looks up at the man in black, trying to see his face. She smiles, even knowing that he can't understand her* Thank you....
NARRATOR: *you hear in your mind"you are welcome"*
CIMORENE: *she blinks a few times, shocked* What?
NARRATOR: *you hear in you"you are welcome, thank you for your service, Igiwi awaits you"*
CIMORENE: *she nods and sits up slowly, calling out* Igiwi?
NARRATOR: *he comes into the room with a questioning look, he seeing how open your robes are still and throw and acusatory glance at the man in black and readies a hand for his massive hilt*
CIMORENE: No! Igiwi, no! He healed me, that's all!
CIMORENE: *she closes her robe hurriedly, blushing*
NARRATOR: Igiwi:*standing down*Very well then.
CIMORENE: *she breaths a sigh of relief, standing up slowly* Your turn, Igiwi....
NARRATOR: *the man in black looks very tired from this effort now"it has been nice meeting you"*
NARRATOR: *his gaze turns normal again*
CIMORENE: Please.... what is your name? *She asks the man*
NARRATOR: Igiwi:Oh no i'll be fine.
NARRATOR: Man:irenasgnas iaiiaan
CIMORENE: YOu were stabbed in the chest!
NARRATOR: Igiwi:*holding his chest no longer when you say that*I'm fine.
CIMORENE: *she holds out a hand to the man with a small smile* Cimorene.
NARRATOR: Man: Cimorene. *smiles*
CIMORENE: *she smiles back and beckons to Igiwi* Lay down on the table, you foolish man. I think I can manage now
NARRATOR: Igiwi:*scowls and takes nothing off including the massive blade*aogniangoag aiaiogan.
NARRATOR: *the man ushers you out*
NARRATOR: Man:oagiagnoagao ioagoano CImoreENE.
CIMORENE: *is ushered, rather indignantly* Fine, then, Igiwi, as soon as we can find a room I'm taking a look at that wound. *she sounds MUCH better now*
NARRATOR: *about the same time passes and the door is opened*
CIMORENE: *she grips the man's hand tightly in hers and flashes him a dazzling smile on her way out* Wait! Igiwi, what about payment?
NARRATOR: Igiwi:It has been taken care of already Cimorene.
CIMORENE: (oh! I misunderstood)
CIMORENE: Are you sure?
NARRATOR: Igiwi:Yes
NARRATOR: *igiwi looks a little better himself*
NARRATOR: (whether he'd admit it or not)
NARRATOR: Igiwi:Should we stay in town?
CIMORENE: *she nods* At least for a night..... I think we all need a good rest
NARRATOR: Igiwi:Very well, I will keep watch.
NARRATOR: *Igiwi talks to the man some more and they seem to agree again*
NARRATOR: Igiwi:We may stay here the night.
NARRATOR: *the man smiles*
CIMORENE: Here? Really?
NARRATOR: Igiwi:It is far to dangerous for you in your condition in a common inn in this place.
CIMORENE: *she looks happy enough to kiss the man* Are there two rooms or one?
NARRATOR: Igiwi:We have to sleep in the lobby unfortunately but he has 1 cot and you will be the one to have it.
NARRATOR: Igiwi:You could also sleep on the operating table.
CIMORENE: Igiwi, I only need an hour of sleep. I insist that you take the cot after I wake up.
NARRATOR: Igiwi:Perhaps(very uncertain)
CIMORENE: *she smiles and climbs painfully onto the cot, already exhausted*
NARRATOR: *sleep will come very easily with the herb in you
*
CIMORENE: (Drug-induced dreams?)
NARRATOR: (you want some?)
CIMORENE: (*shrusg* Roll it)
NARRATOR: *you don't dream*
CIMORENE: *she awakes in exactly an hour then*
NARRATOR: (fine)
NARRATOR: *Igiwi is up and looks like he hasn't slept for a week*
CIMORENE: *she comes up behind him and begins to rub his shoulders smoothly*
NARRATOR: Igiwi:*shruggin*Cimorene please.
CIMORENE: *she ignores him and keeps rubbing, trying to make the obstinant man go to sleep. She begins to hum softy in Elven*
NARRATOR: Igiwi:*turns to face you*What are you trying to do?
CIMORENE: *she backs off* Make you go to sleep easier.
NARRATOR: Igiwi:*smiles proudly again*I don't need it right now
CIMORENE: *raises an eyebrow*
NARRATOR: Igiwi:I'm fine*with confidence*
NARRATOR: *his body does not share this confidence, it is shaky*
CIMORENE: *she nods* At least let me get some of the pain from your arms caused in the battle? Please?
NARRATOR: Igiwi:What do you mean?
CIMORENE: Swinging that sword around didn't hurt your arms at all?
NARRATOR: Igiwi:I never really notice it if it does. Maybe I don't notice being hurt so much if I am...
CIMORENE: Well, right now your body is screaming for sleep. Please, at least rest an hour
NARRATOR: Igiwi:Fine then...
NARRATOR: Igiwi:You can take the pain you say is in my arms away...*hesitant*
CIMORENE: *she smiles and goes back to giving him the best shoulder massage of his life*
NARRATOR: Igiwi:Nowwww not sooo soff.....*falls right on the floor hard and out cold*
NARRATOR: *it is like a switch on him flipped to "off"*
CIMORENE: *she stifles a giggles and bunches her cloak under his head for a pillow and his cloak over him for a blanket* Stubborn little human.... *but she does check to make sure he's sleeping and not dead*
NARRATOR: *he seems to be alive, and in perfect hibernation*
CIMORENE: *she chuckles, both IC and in real life, and leans against the wall, ripping strips from the bottom of her robes to sew the middle together again*
NARRATOR: *Igiwi sleeps soundly all night and doesn't wake up either*
CIMORENE: *by morning her robes are almost perfect again, except almost a foot shorter at the hem, revealing her legs*
NARRATOR: (oh my!)
CIMORENE: (lol..... better than flashing breast and tummy!)
NARRATOR: (ya, especailly in the east...)
NARRATOR: *the man comes up to you in the morning pointing to igiwi then to you and saying something as a question*
CIMORENE: *she smiles and holds up a hand, moving to shake Igiwi gently* Igiwi...?
NARRATOR: *he doesn't stir*
NARRATOR: *the man shrugs*
CIMORENE: *shakes him harder, speaking in a normal tone now* Igiwi, wake up.
NARRATOR: *nothing*
NARRATOR: *he starts to snore*
CIMORENE: *fairly annoyed here, she gets up and kicks him in the buttocks, yelling* On your feet, human!
NARRATOR: *he wakes a little*
NARRATOR: Igiwi:Wha?
CIMORENE: I am SO not waiting for you before I eat breakfast, little man!
NARRATOR: Igiwi:Fine, a few more minutes...
CIMORENE: *she kicks him again*
NARRATOR: Igiwi:*gets up now*Alright Cimorene.
CIMORENE: *she chuckles, smiling down at him* Feeling better?
NARRATOR: Igiwi:Yes, a little*smiles*
CIMORENE: Good. Now, the good doctor wants something, and I can't understand him. Can you translate?
NARRATOR: Igiwi:Very well*rubbing his eyes*.
NARRATOR: *the two talk*
NARRATOR: Igiwi:He just wondered if I was alright.
NARRATOR: Igiwi:And I am*to you*
CIMORENE: (What Wound level is he?)
NARRATOR: (no peeking;-))
CIMORENE: (I don't wanna heal him if it's gonna be wasted)
NARRATOR: *he looks somewhat wounded still*
CIMORENE: *she offers a hand down to him, already chanting her healing spell under her breath*
NARRATOR: *he takes it*
CIMORENE: (And casts Healing)
CIMORENE: (barely cast with a 10)
NARRATOR: (cool)
NARRATOR: *Igiwi perks up a little more now*
CIMORENE: *she smiles at him*
NARRATOR: Igiwi:Cimorene I feel wonderful today*seems VERY surprised*
CIMORENE: *she grins* See what sleep and a good massage can do?
NARRATOR: Igiwi:*laughs*I suppose it could be worse.
CIMORENE: *she chuckles* Now.... how do we pay the nice man?
NARRATOR: Igiwi:It is taken care of, do not worry.
NARRATOR: *the man smiles*
CIMORENE: *she raises an eyebrow again* I'm confused.
NARRATOR: Igiwi:Don't worry. Come, lets get some breakfast.
CIMORENE: *she looks ready to argue more, but her stomach protests louder*
NARRATOR: *the man chuckles and waves for you to leave*
CIMORENE: *she blinks* Leave?
NARRATOR: Man:CImoreENE.*smiles*
CIMORENE: *she chuckles and nods at the man, pointing to herself* Cimorene.
NARRATOR: Man:*points to himself now*Taroph.
CIMORENE: *she inclines her head politely and follows Igiwi*
NARRATOR: *you two go off to the inn*
NARRATOR: *it is a typical setup, seems like someone went threw this countryside making the same thing all around*
CIMORENE: (Complete with lotion men?)
NARRATOR: (lol)
NARRATOR: (absolutely, what fun is it without lotion men?)
CIMORENE: *she keeps her head covered and her cloak around her body, showing nothing off to anyone except her face*
NARRATOR: (END)