Take Back the Crown

He rolled his eyes at the remark "oh forgive me for not being an expert of wounds." He huffed back at the girl, then winced at the reaction of the elf. This really wasn't his type of thing. "You did good kid." He dropped being sarcastic back to her. "You did too." He shot to Oceana before looking around "where is hjalmar? Has anyone checked in him yet?"


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His face fell and he looked pass the animals, checking if they were alright as he went. "He was nearly drowned by one of the daemons that attacked. I went in after him." He pointed back at the elf "she somehow pulled us both up with the safety line I had used. If not? He and I would likely be somewhere out there still." Finally he saw him on the floor, he crouched by him and checked is vitals. They were there still. "Hjalmar. We made it across." He stated, trying to budge him as he had the others. "I know you're not going to let a simple daemon best you, right?" He tried joking, hoping to calm his own nerves and coax the man awake.


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Muttering her thanks, Oceana shrugged off the human's touch after she was done.


Once again she ignored Foxrun and his talking.


Feeling had returned to her legs and she got, unsteadily, up to her feet.


"His lungs. Took in much water. He was cold. Maybe fever. Check him."


The elf maiden said harshly, upset that they had tended to her before the princess, her brother, and the thief.


But everyone was in the same storm... I shouldn't be so hard on them...


"Check him." She said again, gentler, "For me. Please..."


With that, she limped up the stairs and out the leaning doorway.


She began to root around, slowly, in the debris for her daggers.


Her keen eyes spotted the blue glint of her daggers' hilt in the splinters and she picked it up, thankful it was still in its harness with its mate.


She was about to make her way down when she spotted a curved piece of wood among the straight plank splinters.


She bent over, wincing, to pick it up.


It was a bow; the string was snapped and it had a few dings in it but for the most part it was whole.


This must be Thora's....


The nymph's Bow in hand and dagger harness fastened, the raven-haired woman hopped down into the water, falling on her knees into the water with a splash.


That nymph is probably worrying her Poor teeth to stubs.


Sure enough a frantic Thora paced the beach, lifting planks and swishing through the water.


Slogging up to her, Oceana presented the damaged bow with her good arm.


"You're looking for this? It's seen better days but I can fix her up if you like."


The elf smirked, getting back to her usual wry self.


"Nae much to fix though. She's a tough one. Strong..."


she smiled at the frazzled nymph a bit more genuinely, almost proudly, "just like her owner."


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Thora snatched the bow quickly and held it close to her chest. Her lip quivered as she held back tears of relief. "Thank-you," she repeated several times in her still gravelly voice and hugged the elf. She gave Oceana a warm smile of thanks and examined her bow. Of course, she was a little disappointed that the string had snapped but that was easy enough to mend. No, it was the wooden part itself that was important to her and she was happy that it had only gotten a few dings.


"I think," she began in a low voice as she ran her fingers across the (more-or-less) smooth wood, "that I can repair it myself." She was more than grateful for the offer but this was so dear to her that she wanted to be the one to fix it. She was the one to make it in the first place. She thanked Oceana once more for finding her only prized possession.


@OlKaJa77
 
"You heard the lady." He waved valeiah over, "I mean, if you don't mind? At least check him out? To make sure he isn't suffering too bad here." He then grinned, poking fun at her "seeing as I'm just so awful at telling if someone is hurt."


@Danika
 
Startled by the hug, the elf tensed, resulting in pain shooting up her back. She tried her best not to flinch.


Yet, it still left her with a warm feeling that, for once, wasn't just her nerves frying.


"U-uu-of course..." She stammered, face flushing bright red.


She was slightly disappointed that she wouldn't be of any help but glad to see the nymph reunited with her treasured weapon. She reached her good arm up to touch the hilt of one of her daggers.


I know that feeling.


"I'm going to go see how Dorian's doing. I'm a bit worried about his arm..." She paused, chewing her tattooed lip, remembering him fighting the daemons with them.


"... And all the other bits too."


Realizing she had actually voiced her concern for the familiar out loud, she quickly took her leave of Thora, hoping she wouldn't tell anyone how soft she was really being.


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Yaroslav flashed a slight smile, "We have spares in the caravans." He said and then the smile faded, remembering they'd have to find a way to lower the wagons from the boat. That wouldn't be a fun job.

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After Svetlana had checked on the princess and the prince, she sent them up to the deck for fresh air and then diverted her attention to the others behind her. It seemed Valeiah was already on the job. She turned to see Foxrun next to Hjalmar, trying to wake the lad up.

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"He is not injured." She said, At least not physically. She thought to herself. Her brows furrowed together as she crouched next to them, placing her hand on Hjalmar's head, "He should have woken up by now." She muttered under her breath, sensing something else at work here. She closed her eyes and concentrated, feeling the slightest touch of daemon magic running through Hjalmar's life force. That was odd. He didn't feel this way before. She followed the trail from his head, to his heart, running all the way down to his left forearm. She opened her eyes and sighed. She began removing the torso of his leather armor, though it was a one piece and she stopped at his belt "It must be a pain to strap and unstrap these." She groaned in agitation. He had a worn, stained, used-to-be-white shirt on underneath. The sleeves were already rolled up so she immediately noticed the mark on his arm. She licked her lips and ran her thumb over it. It felt very similar to a burn, a brand on an animals hide. To anyone else, it would appear just as a tattoo. It could have been there since the very beginning, but Svetlana didn't think so. It pulsed with a faint deep and dark magic, even she could barely notice it as it required all her concentration to spot. But it was still there.

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Another thing she had noticed was that his skin was incredibly cold to the touch and his skin was deathly pale. She frowned and gently placed his arm back on the ground, "Foxrun, my dear." She said glancing up at the fey, "Would you help me bring him out on the deck?" She was a powerful mage, but her bones were still ancient and brittle. They could only bare so much weight on their own.

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She planned on sitting him out in the sun for warmth while she got the caravans lowered. He could be placed in one afterwards. As hard as the ordeal had been on everyone, they needed to keep moving.

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Thora was happy to follow Yarolav and retrieve some spare string for her bow, even though it did take a bit of digging to find it. She quickly snatched the string and hurried back to the shore. The nymph stormed past everyone on the shore; she was thinking selfishly. She had been thinking selfishly a lot more lately. She hiked through the sand and slipped her way up the side of a sand dune. She was happy to be on land, more than words could say, but the sand was course and lifeless. She felt homesick.


She plopped down on the top of a dune and began to work on her bow. Her eyebrows furrowed in concentration and a bead of sweat dripped down her forehead. It had been very many years since she had strung up a bow (a little more than half a century!) and she was a bit rusty. It didn't help that when she originally created her bow, she had the help of her sisters along with a few magical properties. She refused to give up, though, and tried her best to fix the bow in the heat of the bright sun.


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Too tired to argue, she nodded her agreement and leaned against Bo, allowing him to guide her to the rest of the group that seemed to now be gathering together. While she was exhausted, Phaedra was still concerned with the rest of her companions and would be pleased to see them all up and about. Though she had assisted in bringing everyone to safety, Phaedra still couldn't quite shake the feeling of guilt from the realization that she had put everyone in danger while doing so. On top of all that, it didn't help that she had a nagging feeling that she was forgetting something - her dream. What was it? Brief flickers of the dream appeared in her mind as she fought to remember, feeling that something important had been lost. She groaned, reaching up to hold her head. Phaedra couldn't strain her mind too much, lest the pressure she put on herself pop her head right off her shoulders.

One step at a time. She dragged her feet, her eyes now focused on how her feet would slide through the sand. Phaedra briefly contemplated what it felt like to have sand slip between her toes as she stepped into it. She had never walked on sand before. She rarely walked for that matter. Since she had began the journey, this was likely the most she had walked in her life since she was a small child, sprinting through the snow and climbing up the craggy faced cliffs of the mountains (only to glide back down with her at the time fledgling powers).

Completely engrossed in her own little inner world now - her mind more easily distracted than ever - she stood against Bo, mumbling quietly to herself now and again about whatever nonsense comes to mind. Phaedra mostly really wanted sleep, but her exhausted mind was being overstimulated by all the new sensations and scents and sights around her.

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"Oh yeah. You're the worst I've ever met at it. Couldn't even tell an arm bent at a fourty-five degree angle was broken." Valeiah teased him.


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She watched as the old woman ran her hands over Hjalmar and carefully checked him for damage. "Svetlana, is there anyone else wounded that I could help with?" She asked politely. She had learned not to have an attitude towards Svetlana. Just Svetlana, though.


@Lo Alyssa
 

"I am not sure about down here, my child." She said with a smile, "But perhaps there is someone in need of assistance on the shore?"


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Yaroslav smiled as she darted past him with the spare. He was about to follow but stopped when he heard his grandmother call for him. He grimaced as she explained they needed to lower the caravans and find a way to get the horses to the ground as well.


They managed to lower both caravans together using their magic. They would have tried with the horses too, but considering the poor creatures would be in great discomfort, and they were running low on energy anyway, they thought better of it. They managed to find a plank long enough to prop up against the ship. Though it took forever, they slowly and surely led the majority of the horses down. Yaroslav stayed with his grandmother, helping her attach the four steeds to her wagons. He even assisted in loading Hjalmar into one, resting his head on a pillow and covering his cold body under a thick blanket Svetlana pulled out from on of her storage boxes. He might have... strongly disliked the thief, but he was still one of their companions.


When that was finished, he turned to see Thora on one of the sand dunes. Quickly pardoning himself before his grandmother found another job for him, he jogged over to her, kicking up sand with his heavy boots.


Out of breath, he plopped next to her, "Is it to your liking?" He asked, but not making eye contact with her deep red eyes.


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Thora quickly covered the limb of her bow where she had not yet attached the string. It had been quite some time and she was embarrassed that she hadn't finished stringing up her weapon yet. She looked up at Yaro and squinted as his tall stature was still not quite big enough to shield her eyes from the rising sun. "Oh, yes, thank-you," she mumbled quietly and looked back down at her bow.


@Lo Alyssa
 
He was quite for a moment, feeling out of his element. He took notice of her struggle with the bow, perhaps she had just gotten a little rusty. It happened to the best of people, "It might help if you bend the bow." He said pointing at it, "Rest one end on your foot, and with your left hand push it down until it bends enough for you to attach the string." The corner of his lip curved into a slight side smile, hoping his advice wouldn't make her feel dumb.

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Thora took Yaroslav's advice and with only a small amount of struggle she managed to attach the string. Her face lit up and she beamed, "Thank-you!" She leapt to her feet and then froze with embarrassment. She cheekily held the bow in her locked arms and stared at her feet. "Thank-you," she replied in a whisper.


@Lo Alyssa
 
Alo guided his horse out of the boat. Mapiya was still a little spooked, but she was okay. Valeiah would spoil her with sugar cubes later.


Valeiah had nodded to Svetlana then ran out onto shore to see if everyone was okay. At a first glance, they all seemed fine. She would have to get up closer to tell.
 
Foxrun had watched the mage as she looked over the thief. He knew not to question her by now, that she always had a reason for her actions. He noticed the way she gazed down at the still unconscious man, her eyes held a look he couldn't quite place. Perhaps it was a look that contained many? He jerked to his senses when she spoke his name. "Yes, I can help take him." He assured with a smile and slid his arms under hjalmar to lift him up. Again, his body protested with a burning sensation, or was this sensation something else? He shook it off as being tired and took their companion to wherever Svetlana instructed him to go.


@Lo Alyssa
 

"You are welcome." He chuckled with amusement, "Do not feel bad about it either. I had always boasted in my youth how well I took care of my weapons, my string never broke. Thus, I did not learn how to attach it until much later. My grandfather eventually taught me that," He smiled thinking back on it and laughed, "but not until after I had tried several times on my own."


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After helping load up their unconscious companion, and then some of the supplies as well, Foxrun finally gave in to his screaming muscles and took a moment to sit against one of the caravans. To think, I wanted to tag along for the excitement. He thought mockingly to himself before bursting into a fit of laughter at himself. I got what I wanted in some twisted way. He then looked at the sky, shielding his eyes from the sun, still laughing at himself. He must look crazed, squatting in the sand and laughing into the sky. Meanwhile, looking like a total mess, he just allowed himself to plop over in the sand. He was already covered in it anyways, so why not? He then waited, like before, for further instructions. Too tired to really make an effort for conversation, seeing as everyone was on their way to being normal again. Well, their normal.
 
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When all of the wagons had been set up, Bo led Phaedra over to them, assuming she wouldn't be able to float as usual - at least, for the beginning of the first part of their journey. He knew she'd need to rest, considering how weak she was. He wouldn't have minded sleeping as well, but that didn't look like it was going to be an option. And looking at the state of many of the other people in their group, many of them would need to rest as well (he noted Hjalmar specifically, who looked really bad... alive, but sickly). So he wanted to be as much of a help as possible. His body was weary, and hurting, but he was more than able to help.


He helped the rather out-of-it Phaedra into the back of the wagon, sitting her on the edge, not far from Hjalmar. He decided to let her rest both mentally and physically by choosing to let her just sit. He figured because of her nature, if she wanted to talk, she would probably begin - with a question, or something. It was possible he was wrong, but from the look on her face, she didn't look up for much at all at the moment. He found a pretty soft sack among the things in the wagon and put it behind her back, so she could rest comfortably. "You, rest." He said with a small smile, before his head turned to the odd laughter he heard coming from the other side of the wagon, and he looked over at Foxrun, lying in the sand.


He looked over at the fellow with a mix of curiosity, amusement, and concern. "You alright, there?" In the back of his mind, however, he was waiting for directions from the princess, or likely, Svetlana, to know when to head out (or if anyone else needed help).

 
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Noticing Dorian seemed fine, sassing that mage of his, she walked past them to look in the water surrounding the ship for anything that might prove useful. There wasn't much but splintered planks and old rope. Scooping up her waterproof pack from the shallow waters she spotted, amazingly, the apple she had been about to eat earlier. Taking a bite, the water making it taste a bit salty, she waded through the water back to shore. Suddenly the elf saw a glint out of the corner of her eye.


What is..?


Sticking her apple in her mouth, she reached with her functioning hand to grab the thing out of the water. It felt slender and jagged, thinner than her finger but roughly cylindrical.


She brought it up to herself for inspection.


It seemed to be a nail from the ship, but it was made of some jagged, shimmering crystal. Green as glass it sat in the elf's gloved palm.


She had no idea what it was, had never seen anything like it. She certainly hadn't seen crystal ship nails before.


She loved it, instantly. The elf had a weak spot for shiny, unique treasures. Quickly, sloppily, getting out some extra twine from her waist pouch she wrapped a couple of hasty knots around the shard and hung it around her neck as a necklace. She opened her collar and plopped it in, away from prying eyes.


Oceana then proceeded to wade ashore, tsk-ing herself.


Look at me, she mused, on a life threatening quest to save the kingdom and I'm picking up shiny rocks...


She abruptly stopped walking and guffawed at herself. Her previous thought was what sent her sprawling to the sandy ground, convulsing with laughter despite the pain it caused her.


Because, straw-manned to death as the concept seemed, they were indeed on a deathly quest to, essentially, find special shiny rocks...


...And what? Wave the crown in front of the daemon lord saying 'ooh look what we got' so he'll die of jealousy?


She was laughing so hard there were tears stinging her eyes.


Of course she wasn't crying because she was scared or had the worst injury in her entire life.


Of course she was crying in amusement and not because she had just realized how hopeless this all seemed.


And she most definitely wasn't crying because she just wanted to be home in Elvglenn again, in love and without a care in the world.


Nope. Not at all.
 
Valeiah was walking around, checking everyone for any horrible wounds. The scratches and bruises she just left. Suddenly, the girl heard someone crying by the ship. She cringed a little. She was so bad at comforting people, but felt the urge to.


She turned to see who it was... Oceana? Valeiah walked over. "Oceana.. Are you all right?" Obviously not, Valeiah scolded herself. She's crying.





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Oceana turned to see Valeiah, her eyes blurred by tears but she knew that voice.


Brushing her wrist against her eyes she sniffed.


"I'm fine." She mumbled, feeling like a child all over again, hiding her pain in an attempt to be more mature.


"We should go join the others." She muttered, stalking off to the wagons with the easy grace of elves despite her injuries.


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"Wait!" Valeiah called after her. "You knownits alright if you feel like crying, right? Nobody's gonna make fun of you. Except for maybe my brother, but don't listen to him."


@OlKaJa77
 
Garrett walked off to join the others in the little group most were forming, Dorian tagging along besides him.


'What were you even thinking going to fight while poisoned and with your arm paralyzed?' The mage scolded.


'Fought with worse.' Was the response he got.


'Really?'


'I'm sorry, did you forget how we first met? I was running from your damn soldier team with a poison arrow in my shoulder and another through my leg. Plus a few cracked ribs and other bones. Fun times.' Dorian responded and then smiled at Garrett in a way that said 'discussion's over and I win'
 
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