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OOC: Where to begin?
Thanks to all for your efforts during my little absence. My cold turned into a full blow flu and I was bed-ridden for the past few days. Sorry to say, I've had no desire to write while I've been recovering. Now that my energy levels are back up to normal, I'm back to continue our little adventure.
Shari and Phoenix: your posts really brought that whole scene to life for me... it was awesome, I felt compelled to tell you guys that
Rensha: oh you know me so well ^_^ Sorry to see you go, but have fun on your trip! Although, I know you can't stand to be away from here for long haha
Drice: as Rensha mentioned, welcome! I'm a little concerned about your character Cailey. SoHee has already got a doctor/healer char and so far there is little enough for her to do in that dept. Not sure what your plan was for Cailey, but have 2 on the ship seems excessive. Can you send me a msg outlining your idea for? I'll be able to tell better if she fits in.
Phoenix: got your msg, ideas sounded perfect!
All: Geography clarification. The Dawn is on the far east coast. The Volcano is in the center. The smugglers are on the northeast tip, while the natives are on the southern side (close to the base).
IC:
Running.
Gabe wasn't used to this kind of thing. His chest felt like someone had placed a heavy grain sack inside of it that got heavier with each breathe. Aram's grim news had spurred them all on a full out sprint towards their isolated friends in dire hopes that they wouldn't arrive too late. Even as they tore across the tiny island coast, the sun was dipping into the mercurial waters of the Halo Sea. The island suddenly seemed much darker and scarier than before, and he could only imagine how the scouting party was feeling.
Ignoring his bodily weariness he pushed forward. A sideways glance told him that Jade had dropped back, probably long ago, but he'd only just realized. Amongst everything else to process was the fact that she had a ghost haunting her. Maybe it was the spirit of her brother, but it was still just as creepy. At first he'd thought maybe Sephara had just made a bad call, and that their new doctor had fallen off the normal wagon some time ago. When Jasper had materialized beside her though he'd only been able to stare and nod. What do you say to something like that? Perhaps he should just be happy or having another 'hand' to use.
Speeding forward he couldn't help but feel that maybe this was a very bad mistake. No one had so much as batted an eyelash before offering their help. Courageous and selfless no doubt their actions would be labeled, but would that really matter if they all wound up dead? Three of his crew were pinned down, perhaps hurt or dead already. They were charging at an unknown number of enemies with a band of five if you included the ghost.
Aram, their kind and friendly trader. Gabe had known him the longest. What would he tell his father if he fell? The doctor. She was no fighter. Just because she had a ghost for a brother who probably wouldn't care if he died again, was it right that he'd consented for her to come along. And Meg, their employer. She'd insisted on coming, saying she was, 'Protecting her investment.' If she died so did their job, not to mention their payday, and his dream.
It was all too much to think about. His thoughts drifted like that the whole time as they ran with reckless abandon. With some calculations he done in his head before they'd left, accounting for time since they departed, approximate pace of everyone involved, he'd figured that they would quickly be approaching the area where Arch, Cyr, and Kal would be.
Raising his hand in a fist he called for the group to hold up, and they all reined in beside him as he bent over a patch of dirt, spitting out what little wetness remained in his mouth, hands over both knees as he sucked desperately for air. "Catch your breathe," he ordered. Each of their eyes silently protested the command, but their bodies held back putting up any resistance having been overworked these past hours.
"Jade," he addressed the dark haired woman who seemed the be fading in and out of the shadows, "Take the right with your brother. You're the feint. Make noise and draw their attention, draw them out of their hiding places and flee towards us," it wasn't an elaborate plan, but in this darkness he figured an ambush was the best thing for them, and the easiest thing to execute. Jade was the obvious choice. She seemed to be the hardest to see, and he guessed her ethereal brother would protect her at all costs. "Aram, take the left, Meg, the right. I'll be in the center. If they pursue Jade we ambush them as they come by."
He hated this. He felt trapped into acting without know how to act. It was like fumbling around in the dark. He had no idea of the status of the scouting party, if they were dead, alive, or even still trapped. No way of knowing exactly where they were or where their assailants lied in wait. No numbers, no idea of strength or prowess...
"Good luck to everyone. May the Gods have mercy," he said quietly and sent them on their way.
ooc:
Glad to hear you're feeling better marc. :)
Don't forget about the native that is running along with you. ;) He can show you what is going on at least.
IC:
While Sephara discussed her decisions and said her goodbyes, Arlen could only think about what his test could be, and how it could effect everyone. It was weighty and important indeed. Both of Arlen's companions made their exits, each with one of the original natives that Weka'u brought them to Pu'aki with. Weka'u himself handed Arlen a bowl of fruit and escorted him to a room for an honored guest. Something Arlen imagined they had not had for some time indeed. It could very well have previously been Weka'u's room, or even that Pu'aki's rebellious ilk. Maybe even one time, long ago, Pu'aki's very own quarters.
Weka'u left him with a firm grasp of Arlen's forearm and a respectful nod of his head. There was a curtain that marked the entrance to the room, and Arlen could see the shadows of men on either side of his doorway to prevent his departure.
Hot coals were already lit in a hearth to keep the room at a cozy warmth and probably, due to a certain odor they seemed to make, kept flying insects to a minimum. After eating some refreshing fruit for supper, Arlen began preparing his quite elaborate sleeping arrangements. The wooden floor was covered in numerous fine cloth sheets, the make of which was of exceptional softness. A mattress of sorts was made, with a raised portion for his head.
"The sign you make," an unknown voice began just as Arlen pulled the top layer of covers aside. The voice was masculine and robust in nature, commanding of attention. Arlen turned but saw no one. Neither was it from outside of his little enclosure. "It is the sign of the Awai'aka. A sign of rejection. A way of recognition," it continued, "You know of Awai'aka and T'a'u'weke. That makes you, until tested, of Awai'aka."
As quickly as the voice began, it left. Arlen stood and his eyes scanned the ceilings, which were full of wooden rafters crisscrossing all about, but saw no one. The room was already getting to be creepy, it seemed, and it wasn't even the depth of night. The test had already begun. Begun the moment Arlen landed, he supposed. No, Arlen thought, I am giving myself too much credit. It was the motion I made after Weka'u dropped from his tree. Awai'aka greet by a bowing in submission and a push of their hands... They're telling each other they are rejected by T'a'u'weke...
Arlen slid out of his tunic and tossed it on the floor, and would have discarded the sweaty, sticky mess had he another option to clothe himself. Removing his footwear as well, Arlen sat crosslegged on the floor to await his test, under the impression that mention of morning was a ruse. He closed his eyes, letting his mind wander about freely. Some quiet minutes passed before a hissing sound had built inside his room and Arlen opened his eyes. The coals began to melt in the hearth, and spread quickly up the walls and around, covering everything in fire and glowing red embers.
Everything around Arlen fell away in cinders. Above, dark red clouds swirled among each other, and lightning flashed between them silently. Golden, red, and hot lava flowed all about. The wind kicked up, blowing hot air in his face. As he sat, the floor around Arlen burned, crackled, and splintered while the lava closed in and rocks burst around him out of the ground.
From a pool of lava some distance away a figure emerged. It was male, glowing hot, and walking calmly toward Arlen as if it were routine. The figure's eyes were a bright white and unblinking. Stopping in front of Arlen, it held out a hand and spoke in the same voice he had heard only a few minutes before.
"Come with me, Arlen. Your test awaits."
OOC: That I will keep a surprise. :)
by the way. just noticed I'm at 301 posts ^_^ changed my status.
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Aram paused, hands on his knees as he bent over trying to slow his heart rate. Gabe had ordered them all to pause and catch their breath. The sweat dripped off the young cook's face onto the brush below him, artificial droplets of dew dampening the brush underneath. As they caught a second wind, each member stood in silence waiting for the captain to devise a plan. Gabe decided an ambush would be the best course of action, considering how little was known about who the group was facing and what they were capable of.
Jade would be the decoy, luring the enemy into the trap. Meg and Aram would flank from the sides, while Gabe would take the center. Gabe sent the guide to find Seph and bring her to the others. With a quick hand signal the guide was off, a noiseless exit on a noiseless night. When there was just the five, including Jade's bizarre shade/brother, Gabe looked each in the eye in turn. "Good luck to everyone. May the Gods have mercy..."
Aram gave a shoulder squeeze to Jade and a nod to Meg and Gabe before heading into the bushes to the left of the small path Jade would use. As he disappeared through the brush, he gave his own whispered prayer. "T'a'u'weke be with us..." and with that he thought one last time of Arlen.
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It had seemed like hours since Jade had run up the path, though in fact it had probably been no more then fifteen or twenty minutes. Aram sat crouched behind a tree, his sword drawn with the point resting on the ground. Although he knew Gabe and Meg were located just across the path, in the dark he could neither hear nor see the Captain or their Employer. The silence was scarier then the sounds of battle, like the plays he used to watch back in Coral where a criminal lie in wait for the victim and the audience would sit with breathe held.
It wasn't long before there was noise coming from the path. Aram concentrated on the sound. He wasn't quite sure why, but something bothered him. The hairs on the back of his neck rose. The sound! No running, no screaming. The sound wasn't Jade...and it was coming from the wrong direction! Aram silently panicked. What should they do? As the footsteps got closer, Aram could hear two voices. The voices sounded younger, possibly teenagers. Aram edged closer to the path's edge. The voices were close enough to hear bits of the conversation. The two sounded like scouts for the currently unknown enemy. Aram gripped his sword tighter, ready to follow Gabe's lead and pounce...
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ooc: Sorry for the ooc post but its late and I have to work early. Thought I would post my character sheets up and will post ic tomorrow after work
Name: Drice Malehn
Gender:Male 21
Race: Human (Juvarian)
Profession: Redistributor of Wealth (Thief)/ Merc
Description: 5-8 average build. Wears a black tunic, with a green dragon on the back (symbol of his tribe), blue eyes, green hair
Skills: From the young age of 8 was trained in the arts of fighting. His fighting stlye is quick precise strikes with his twin blades relying on speed and finese rather then power. Descent tracker was considered a point man when he fought in the Jelom Tribal War.
Name: Cailey Malehn
Gender: Female 12
Race: Human (Juvarian)
Profession: Mage
Description: 4'7, long black hair that she normally has in a pony tail, wears an all white tunic. She has a red ruby star that she wears around her neck, given at birth by her mother.
Skills: White/Enchantment Magic and Chenkari
She is an adequate healer and also poseses a few enchantment spells which she has attuned with her brother (the side effect is his green hair).
Chenkari is mostly known as a performers magic. Able to focus her magic into 3 orbs that spin around her, able to move them about as she likes. She has with Drice's help found practical and battle uses for the Chenkari
Bio: Cailey is Drice's half sister. Drice's father died when he was young, and his mother remarried quickly resulting in his sister. His step father was a leader of his tribe's militia and took Drice as his pupil when his sister was born. 3 years ago the Dominion empire came to the land of Juvaro, a country of 8 tribes. For the first time in a generation the tribes joined forces to counter the emperial threat. The war lasted only a few months and was a dismal failure. As a result of the final battle Drice barely survived thanks to the healing effort of Cailey and they like most of the young Juvarians were orphans. Rather then stay Drice took his sister away to find a new life...
IC:
The respite in the dense tree thicket didnt last long, as it were. Cyradis was up on her feet after only the brieftest moment of rest. She had exerted a lot more energy in the last two days than ever before. Being so far from Kell, it was difficult for her to constantly adapt to new ley lines and keep herself attuned. This island made it easy, but it was not always so, especially while cutting through the horizion on the Dawn. In the end, all the travelling and constant movement made her realize just how difficult it was for Kellans to travel abroad, and likely, the reason for their reluctantcy to leave the valley.
Unable to ponder that for long, Cyradis found herself being lifted to her feet by Archamae. She had always though of the mysterious pilot to be short with people, even uninviting. Recent events showed how commited she really was, or at the very least, how commited to herself she was. Either way it was good for the crew, as a selfish pilot tends to be less inclined to crash a ship. Truthfully, Cyradis didn't see selfishness in her. Mabey a lack of general social aptitude, but Archamae was a much more complex person than anyone seemed to realize. Perhaps the pilot wanted it that way.
Long after Cyradis no longer required Archamae's aid to move along, she still rested gently on her friend's shoulder. Slowly at first, like a trickle of water coming off the melting of snow, Cyradis felt a strange draw on the energy around her. After a few dozen more yards it became apparant that the draw was another mage accessing the island's strangely steep level of power.
"Stop," Cyradis broke the silence, "Someone's coming..." Focusing a bit harder, Cyradis got a direction, "That way," she pointed in front of them slightly southward.
Removing herself from Archamae's shoudler, Cyradis ducked down into the brush as Kaltor and Archamae took positions of their own. If the pirates had tracked them, there was no way they were going to outrun them again, but judging from the way the other mage was manipulating the energy, he or she was not pushing outwards, as one would when search for someone, but rather, they were drawing the power in. Either the person was incredibly powerful, or they were maintaining a vast amount of magical enhancement. Both cases meant very different things. Cyradis waited with bated breath as the foilage in the distance moved ever so slightly, and a man in a dark cloak made an appearance.
OOC: Sorry if there are any typos. Too tired to fix them. Anyway, Drice you can take it from there if you wish, or I'm sure Phoenix can work his own magic :P
OOC: sorry I'm a bit confused. My brain it not yet 100% functional after being sick :)
Is both Aram and Cyradis running into Drice and his two characters?
OOC: It makes sense. Archamae, Cyradis, and Kaltor are heading back towards the Dawn while Aram, Gabe, and Jade are headed towards them. Drice seems to be caught in the middle. I figured we could reunite all at once and save repetitous introductions. It's a little cliché, but it moves the plot along quicker... that is, unless my geography is wrong >.<
OOC: Let's just go with what Shari has. I actually thought Dar was literally referring to scouts in the pirate party, but this is easier. In fact, we'll make it a 3-way ^_^
IC:
As the light melted into the darkness, so the flames melted into her mind. She stood above the small fire she'd started in the village as her Pu'aki guides looked on in silent observation. Slowly and fluidly like a brook she raised her arms from her hips over top her head, then back down again. Opening her hands wide she called the spirit guides toward her, and each time her hands felt full she released them towards her chest. A cold, chilling sensation ran through her body as she felt her senses awaken to all that was around her. With each successive breathe the Kesra poured into her body filling it with pure natural energy.
Around the fire she began her dance. It was at sunset and sunrise that the ritual worked best, when neither light nor dark were in control, when the world slipped between shadows and illusions. The foreign eyes of the Pu'aki became forgotten to her as her body swayed and twirled around the heat. Every move was precise, yet graceful. She appeared to slip between the tongues of the flames, disappearing for an instant, then reappearing again in a new position. Her footsteps marked the beat, a low intonating hum provided the melody. Inside her she could feel the Kesra accepting her request and beginning to mold itself to fit her will.
When she stopped a low audible gasp erupted from those who had been watching. Many stood where they once sat. A few were pointing, quietly whispering words she couldn't understand. One mustered the courage to approach her left, and when he tried laying a hand on her shoulder her left copy gently but firmly stopped him. He pulled back his hand faster than a snake striking at its prey, unsure of what to make of this new magic.
Around the fire stood Sephara Na, well, three Sephara Na's. Each her, and yet apart. The one real her stood in the center, intensely staring at the fire. Perhaps it had been too much for the Pu'aki, but to go alone to rescue her three friends would never have been enough. As much as she disliked to, she had needed the Kesra for this... and they had answered her call.
"Lead the way," her voice remained steady and flat. She hoped it would reassure the natives she was real, even if they didn't understand her magic.
After several moments of hesitation one guide finally stood, then another, and the rest followed suit. They bounded off into the jungle like agile cats. She followed, as did her clones. They headed north together, the Pu'aki keeping a safe distance on either side. That night would come to be known as The Night of the Three-Woman. And each hunter would recall it with pride. Along with the three-woman, they had fought the outsiders, and won.
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After hours of running the six hunters and herself laid low in the jungle. Her ritual had had an unintended side affect, which turned out to be a great boon. By calling for the local spirits into herself she had, at least temporarily, gained the ability to understand the Pu'aki's language. Waiting in silence she could hear the buzzing and clicks of the jungle creatures and it made her uneasy. To the east was the faintest whistle, followed by three clicks. She understood the code and in no time was up again sprinting.
One click meant their quarry had been located. Two meant they'd come across friends. Three meant unknown. The nine of them came together just outside the clearing, close enough to see hand gestures as they studied a couple, and man and a young girl. Sephara wondered what the hell they were doing in a place like this. Especially the little one. Who brings a child into the jungle. She made a quick decision and motioned for the group to go around them. It was doubtful they were with the smugglers, but beyond that she had no clue, and no time to think about it. In the morning they could look for them, if they were still alive.
Before setting out the group on her right indicated they were close and that they would send one man to meet up with her other friends and lead them back here. She nodded, consumed by her goal, thinking only of rescuing their crew mates.
It wasn't long before the sound of crunching leaves and snapping sticks caught their attention. They moved to the west, and waited beside the path. Sephara was utterly surprised to see that it was Kaltor and Archamae with Cyradis wrapped around her shoulders and not the enemy she had been expecting. They'd escaped, and by the looks of it the effort in doing so had taken its toll on the mage. Judging at their hurried pace they were still worried about being followed. Rather than show herself Sephara let them carry on. Their current path would take them towards the couple, and eventually Gabe and the rest of the crew. Once again her primal instincts took over. She had come to make sure her friends were safe, and that would not be so until the men who had threatened them were dead.
"I found the trail!" she heard a harsh voice call from somewhere up ahead, followed by the clumsy movements of her prey as they rallied to the source of the noise. Her ears picked up every noise, and she could smell the individual stink of each one. There were at least 8 she could make out, and the hunters at her side seemed to agree. 'Good,' she thought, 'At least it would be a fair fight for them.'
As the smugglers approached she could tell they had no fear. She supposed it was understandable, but arrogant all the same. When they came within sight a single hoot shot through the night, and before the men knew what had hit them they were down. Arrows had sliced their way through the darkness and stuck out of men's chests. Javelins had been fired like missiles, crumpling bodies where they stood.
For Sephara's part, she let her animalistic rage take over. Each of her beings sprang forth from their hiding place with her blades drawn. This time her dance was barbaric, and she brutally carved her victims into pieces. She enjoyed watching the limbs fall like dead branches onto the jungle floor. Enjoyed the warm spray of blood on her skin, and bathed in their shrieks of terror.
When she had finally finished there was silence. Her rage consumed the spell she'd cast dissipated, and she felt a rush of power drain from her and back into the land. She stood alone on the trail, with eight corpses. The sight of her own handiwork nearly made her shudder, but she turned and ran before that could happen. Nothing she did that night was right, but she regretted none of it. No one put her family in danger. No one.
His fingers traced instinctevly along the hilt of the twin blades, two long thin knives that were about elbow length. The blades themselves had been an inheritance passed down from his real father. Where they came from he was unsure but regardless of how much force he used the metal never chipped, never dulled. In the long years of practice the blades had become like an extension of his own body.
Even in the darkness he could make out forms moving in the brush. Pushing back the leaves he found himself facing people. Two blond haired woman, and a man. His breathing slowed and his eyes focused on the new comers trying to accertain some sort of intent.
"...oh..." cailey groaned he could hear her breathing getting weaker and the pain in her voice. "There are more around us..." she whispered through tears in obvious pain. She was holding on to the power for to long. She had pushed herself to the brink. "And at least one is a mage..."
Inwardly he groaned. It was getting better and better. Cailey was swaying, he knew she was succombing to the fever. As soon as she lost conciousness the barrier holding the poison would fail and she would die. He hadn't slept in days, his own body was shot and his legs were starting to tremble ever so slightly the tension and wearness of exhaustion pushing through the adrenaline of a battle.
He bit his lip as he heard the soft thud as Cailey dropped to a knee behind him. There wasn't much choice left. Sheathing his blades he pulled the veil away from his face and hang loosely around his neck. "Peace..." he called out. "...we aren't looking for trouble. Mly sister is sick an we need help." and with that he did the last thing he expected he put faith in a bunch of strangers...
ooc: not the best post but received bad news about my grandfather and I just wanted to get something in
OOC: Ok, then maybe I wasn't so confuzzled after all :)
IC: JADE
She wasn't sure for how long they had sprinted, but her body was exhausted. The last twenty minutes or so she had managed to continue only by sheer will. When the Captain finally ordered them to stop she made sure that everyone drank some water as she had done now and then during their journey through the island. No one would benefit if someone became too dehydrated and even feinted. She was just handing Aram some water, filled with some salt, as Gabe adressed her. Hearing his plan she wasn't too overjoyed by being the bate. That would mean more running, but she wasn't about to object. She could probably push forward a little bit more.
"Sure Cap," Jasper said in her place, and she nodded. Jasper stood next to her, legs wide and arms crossed with a broad grin on his face. He was the only one that seemed to be untouched by the many hours of running.
"I'll see you in a bit," she told the others with a faint smile. As the twins started to move out Jasper shouted over his shoulder:
"Don't believe much in the Gods, Cap, but I'll take good luck anytime!" His voice seemed to fade away into nothingness as his body seemed to dissolve into thin air.
JASPER
<I'll take the lead, sis> he told Jade and pushed ahead of her. This way he could make sure to discover any hidden foes before she arrived. He drew his short sword that he was carrying on his back. In his current state, invisible as he was, the sword would only go through them, but if he became solid, so would the weapon. It was an old sword, that he had helped forged himself but the years had been kind to it. If anyting it was sharper now than it ever had been when he had been alive.
They were running, Jade a few steps behind of Jasper, when she called out for him.
"Wait!"
He stopped and looked a bit puzzled at her. Something was pulling him ahead and he was eager to continue. Whatever it was it was growing stronger. He could also see that something else had caught his sister's attention. Their minds were pulling in two different directions.
<What?> he asked.
"I'm not sure," Jade replied hesitantly in a whisper. She glanced to the left.
<Wait here> he told her and swooped away. When he heard the familiar voices he quickly dodged back. Jade was standing where he had left her, holding one of her knifes in her hand, deadly as it could be to those that came too close. She looked startled for a second before she recognised him.
<It's them!> he told her. <And some strangers. One looks ill.>
It was probably the young girl that she had sensed. She had always had like a sixth sense for these things.
<I must continue> he told her. It was as if he was connected with an invisible string to whatever it was that was pulling him forward.
<I'll find you!> he reassured her when she shot him a reluctant look. After making sure she was on the right track he hurried forward. As he could hear shrieks of horror, that would have made his hair stand up had he still been alive, he knew he was on the right way. He didn't know what he would expect, but he knew it had something to do with what was calling him. He could sense them in the surrounding before he even saw the First Mate down the path.
"Whoa whoa there," he said as he materialized in front of the running Sephara. It felt strange as the woman ran through his transparent body. He could feel others circling around her now. The souls, the shadows of the dead men which bodies she had left behind. "There are some things that you cannot leave behind no matter how far you run. You must cut the cord and best do it here when they are close to their bodies."
OOC: It will Drice and company Jade will be running into.
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His eyes sank in the scene unfolding around him. With a steady breath he dropped to his knees his hand reaching out to Cailey, wincing. Her skin burned with fever. In all the years of training the one thing that his step father had instilled in him was unwavering thick headedness. He was designated and trained as a 'maktah', demon shadow. The first to enter a fray and the last to leave. His tactics had always been more individual rather then team oriented.
That changed with his sister though. Cailey... he could feel the calmness wavering, emotion threatening to over take him. Of all the courses in the world the idea of their bond was something few really understood. He should have despised her, she was loved and he was nothing more then cannon fodder. Yet she had always looked at him as a true older brother, she had always bore nothing but love and admiration.
The girl before him was on the brink. Her eyes were closed, her breath growing shallower and shallower. Time was running out. The veil hung loosely around his neck, he listened carefully to the noises around him. The soft crunching of leaves, the trickle of wind as branches were moved. He closed his eyes and took a bearing of those around.
"Move and you're dead." a strong femine voice spoke behind him.
They were all close the women from where he had caught a glimpse, the man had slipped into the woods. He was good if not for Cailey's warning he would not have recognized the subtle noises of his passing through the thick foliage. "Death comes to us all." he replied without looking back. He had thrown his fate into their hands he knew he didn't have the strength to fight them...not now of course.
"...co..ld..." Cailey shivered burrowing her head into his lap. Without thought he ripped his cloak off laying it over her shivering form.
"Stay awake little one..." he whispered. "...it will be ok." he added for as much for himself as for Cailey.
She shook and he passed his hand through her hair. "We ran into some of the locals." he called out. "They weren't to friendly. We thought we got away clean but its seems they have an appreciation for the darker arts." he licked his lips still watching his sister breath. "She got touched by a spear on her side. I tried to suck the poison out but it was to late. Only the spell she is holding keeps the poison at bay. When she falls asleep so will the spell fail...can you not help us? I have already shown you my back! I have already put away my weapons and shown my face. As long as the Kamir hangs loosely you have no fear of fight with me." he yelled out.