Flutterby
standard-issue human
The elves in the infirmary, without information on what happened, assumed Quincy had passed out due to exhaustion. They gave her small amounts of energy, drawing her closer to consciousness. The poison lurked in her veins, muddling her mind as she woke. The first thing she saw was the face of an ugly, horrifying demon bending over her and grinning with evil intent. The kelpie screamed, bolting upright and sending a fist into the “demon's" jaw. It fell back, only to be replaced. In horror, Quincy saw she was surrounded by them, in a dark, terrifying forest. There were fires dancing nearby, and all kinds of demons walking to and fro, carrying food or weapons. Im in their base. Oh no.. someone help me! Quincy thought, ready to open her mouth and scream again, but another demon forced her to lay down while one pressed its talons to her forehead. The kelpie let out a piercing screech of pain before slipping away into blackness.
Rubbing his jaw, the healer picked himself up off the floor with the help of his fellows. “She mustve been possessed or something. Quickly, we must find the source." He said, the three of them laying their hands on her. It was easy to tell her brain was being affected by some kind of shadowy toxin. They did their best to draw it out, but it lingered. “She mustve gotten a lot of whatever it was. Thats the st we can do. There are other patients, lets go." Spoke one of the elves, and they all pulled their hands away. The rest would have to run its course; hopefully breathing fresh air would dilute it and her brain would remain her own. But before they walked away, they bound the sleeping Quincy to her cot, just in case.
Rubbing his jaw, the healer picked himself up off the floor with the help of his fellows. “She mustve been possessed or something. Quickly, we must find the source." He said, the three of them laying their hands on her. It was easy to tell her brain was being affected by some kind of shadowy toxin. They did their best to draw it out, but it lingered. “She mustve gotten a lot of whatever it was. Thats the st we can do. There are other patients, lets go." Spoke one of the elves, and they all pulled their hands away. The rest would have to run its course; hopefully breathing fresh air would dilute it and her brain would remain her own. But before they walked away, they bound the sleeping Quincy to her cot, just in case.