Re: The Last Stand
Posted: Wed Nov 02, 2011 3:30 pm
The man glanced in the direction pointed, relieved to see that it wasn't too far away. He wasn't sure he had the strength to walk that far. And he certainly didn't have the strength to run away. He resigned himself to their care, giving a grunt for thanks for the cloak around his shoulders, then hobbled along with them.
By the time they reached the fortress he was almost delirious from the effort. Visions of her clouded his mind. Look, there she was, staring at him from the back of a Kirin. She looked so real, the clearest vision yet. He tried to say her name, but only a hoarse whisper came out. Then a flame haired woman blocked his view of her, looking over him with the expression of one accustomed to healing. Indeed, her touch was soothing to his aching body, allowing his mind to clear a little. He focused on her, taking in her features. Relief turned into shock.
"You!" he said aloud, and flinched back from her before darkness overwhelmed him.
Jetamio blinked. She had arrived only a moment before the patrol, and had not even greeted the others yet. The bedraggled man had looked ready to drop dead on the spot from exhaustion and she had gone to his aid. She had not expected his reaction. Now completely relaxed in unconsciousness, she guessed him to not be so old as he at first appeared. Despite his grizzly hair and gaunt features, his hair was jet black without even a touch of grey, his face lined only from hunger and fatigue, not from age. She touched his neck, making sure he still breathed, then waved a couple of the guards over.
"Take him somewhere to rest. Sleep and good meal will do much more for him than magic." She paused, taking into consideration his race... who knew who he was and how he had come to be in this state. "Better see if you can spare a guard to watch him..."
With a mental shrug, she stood up again and set her mind to the matters at hand. She had not been summoned to heal a dark elf wanderer. With a nod to the Assassin, she went to look for Gilliadson.
By the time they reached the fortress he was almost delirious from the effort. Visions of her clouded his mind. Look, there she was, staring at him from the back of a Kirin. She looked so real, the clearest vision yet. He tried to say her name, but only a hoarse whisper came out. Then a flame haired woman blocked his view of her, looking over him with the expression of one accustomed to healing. Indeed, her touch was soothing to his aching body, allowing his mind to clear a little. He focused on her, taking in her features. Relief turned into shock.
"You!" he said aloud, and flinched back from her before darkness overwhelmed him.
Jetamio blinked. She had arrived only a moment before the patrol, and had not even greeted the others yet. The bedraggled man had looked ready to drop dead on the spot from exhaustion and she had gone to his aid. She had not expected his reaction. Now completely relaxed in unconsciousness, she guessed him to not be so old as he at first appeared. Despite his grizzly hair and gaunt features, his hair was jet black without even a touch of grey, his face lined only from hunger and fatigue, not from age. She touched his neck, making sure he still breathed, then waved a couple of the guards over.
"Take him somewhere to rest. Sleep and good meal will do much more for him than magic." She paused, taking into consideration his race... who knew who he was and how he had come to be in this state. "Better see if you can spare a guard to watch him..."
With a mental shrug, she stood up again and set her mind to the matters at hand. She had not been summoned to heal a dark elf wanderer. With a nod to the Assassin, she went to look for Gilliadson.