Fantasy The Chronicles of Aloria: The Beginning

[Dagfinn]

"Better now?" Detia asked.

 

[Soviet Panda]

"Just grateful it was protecting my thrkat instead of ripping it out." Durin stated, waddeling his way towards the tavern. He didn't trust his knees to bend properly for walking. "And a good ol' mug of ale will do wonders for the body and soul." Dwarven wisdom given by a dwarf. Who would have thought that Durin would be the one to say it.

 

[Atom]

"Aye it is but I'm not sure it was worth the pain." Vincent grunted, standing up and looking around.

 

[Dagfinn]

"It's worth it," Detia assured, picking at her wounds slightly. They were much slower to heal than his, but they were healing.

 

[Soviet Panda]

@Peaceswore @Kharmin

 

[Peaceswore]

Nether entered the bar and the first thing he did was go up and order, well he tried his 'friend' growled at him and pulled him on his sleeve. "Oh come on Fenir one pint!" The wolf answered by dragging him to the healer. "Tch damn mutt first you get me caught up in that fight and now you won't let me have a drink." He muttered. When Fenir finally got him to the healer he sat down and watched Nether. Nether let out a sigh and looked at the healer. "Could you please heal me?" He asked before sending a small glare at Fenir. @Kharmin @Beowulf

 

[Kharmin]

Amberlyn turned to the white haired youth and suppressed a grin at the wolf's insistence. "Probably," she answered his query. "Why don't you have a seat and tell me what seems to be the problem?"


She ordered an ale from the barkeep, handed it to the lad and said, "Drink up." Then, in a stern, serious tone, she said to the wolf, "Doctor's orders."


@Peaceswore

 

[Peaceswore]

Nether smiled happily and drank it while Fenir let out a sigh of defeat. He walked up to Nether and laid down at the chairs feet. "I was able to escape sever injury, however they did a small number on my thigh and my back." He said. He drank the last of his ale and stood up. He then showed her the wound on the front of his right thigh and then turned around where a long, but shallow cut ran from the right shoulder blade all they way to his hip. @Kharmin

 

[Kharmin]

<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_03/57a8c1b296fbf_Amberlyn_35.jpg.7e60c40d85ab54a785c796d7ae5cc7a7.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="44003" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_03/57a8c1b296fbf_Amberlyn_35.jpg.7e60c40d85ab54a785c796d7ae5cc7a7.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p> Amberlyn cast a quick by critical eye over the lacerations on the boy. She knelt and began to rummage through her satchel. "Well, I think we've got just the thing for that," she said, then tossed over her shoulder as she worked, "don't we, master Dwarf?"


The pestle still carried leftover dust from its earlier use. Amberlyn retrieved her herbs and began to mash them with her thumb. Then, once the mixture was ground to a more powder-like appearance, she liberally shoved it into the wounds with her fingers.


"Yes, yes, it stings a little," she said knowing full well that the dry poultice, and the manner in which she was applying it, probably hurt a lot more than the wound itself. However, in only a few seconds the powerful narcotic would take effect and numb the sensation while the other herbs in the mixture clotted the blood and stopped the bleeding.


"Keep drinking the ale," she said as she cut a quick glance at the wolf. "In your condition, you'll want to finish it and maybe have another."


@Peaceswore

 

[Peaceswore]

'It doesn't burn, it doesn't hurt, it doesn't burn.' He kept chanting in his head as he kept a blank expression. He drank his ale though his leg and back began to feel weird. "It doesn't hurt." He muttered when the pain increased slightly. "I need another ale." He muttered through his grit teeth. 'I've suffered worse this doesn't burn." @Kharmin

 

[Soviet Panda]

Durin couldn't take it anymore. Between the matter of fact-ness in the man's voice and how his face was slowly turning red from holding it in, it was quite the comical site. So, he did like any sane person would do, and busted out laughing. "You can say it doesn't hurt all you like. But I know how the damn stuff feels, like sand got caught in it. And her needing the stuff into you like you were a lump of dough doesn't help it much either. Is that a tear I see? It isn't good to keep it in like that." he said jokingly, wiping a tear of his own away. Waving for a drink himself, he takes a seat nearby, and waits for the feeling to return to his legs.

 

[Peaceswore]

"Sh-Shut it you damn dwarf. This is nothing." Nether muttered as he wiped his eye. Fenir was doing his best not to laugh so he just turned away and pretended to be asleep. "Not that I'm in a rush, but how long till I can feel my leg and back?" He asked the women. "Also what is your name? I don't like calling you women." He said as he took a deep breath and calmed down, as he got use to the pain.

 

[Kharmin]

<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_03/57a8c1b2a59ba_Amberlyn_35.jpg.adcd6f1ce9173c97810afde4a0d7351c.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="44007" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_03/57a8c1b2a59ba_Amberlyn_35.jpg.adcd6f1ce9173c97810afde4a0d7351c.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p> Amberlyn shook her head lightly as she listened to the two banter while she put her healing tools away. The lad was trying his best to tough out the pain and she knew that in only a few moments the numbness would set in and it would no longer sting.


"You should rest here a while yet," she replied. "It could take a few hours, but that's the idea. The wound needs time to heal and gallivanting about would only serve to re-open it."


Amberlyn closed her satchel and raked her hands through her hair as she stood. "My name is Amberlyn," she said as she hooked a chair with her foot and dragged it closer to the table. Then, she waved for the closest serving girl to bring more drinks.

 

[Peaceswore]

Nether let out a sigh as he grabbed a chair and sat down. He took a random alcohol beverage off a tray and drank it. "Mead? I guess it'll work." He muttered as he tossed a few coins at the waiter. He drank half the cup before laying on the table, his hands stretched out in front of him like he as trying to reach for something. He just turned his head and gazed at everything in the room, trying to find something that would cure him of his sudden boredom. "So.... What brought you two to this place?" He asked the dwarf and Amberlyn. @Beowulf @Kharmin

 

[Kharmin]

<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_03/57a8c1b47cec8_Amberlyn_35.jpg.699dd1478b9c4868345c2887cc074485.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="44080" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_03/57a8c1b47cec8_Amberlyn_35.jpg.699dd1478b9c4868345c2887cc074485.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p> Amberlyn regarded Nether as he seated himself and accepted the mead. The tavern was fairly full of citizens who had attempted to help during the assault and now were plying their nerves with whatever alcohol was readily available. The tension in the room was almost cloying.


"No specific reason," Amberlyn replied to the query. "We're just ... traveling. Although, now I must say that this necromancy business has piqued my curiosity. Who knows what learnings I could derive from such knowledge? A different approach to my craft might add further insight and allow me to better work my trade."


Amberlyn turned her head just ever so slightly to the left. "No, I don't want to become a necromancer," she muttered. "It's just fascinating, from a scientific point of view."

 

[Peaceswore]

"If your trade is torturing people then you don't need any more knowledge." Nether muttered mainly to himself though Fenir heard him and growled. "What? You weren't the one being 'treated', if you were you would agree with me without a thought." He said to his companion. He then turned his attention back to Amberlyn and noticed she was talking to someone, but saw no one. 'Does she have a small animal with her? Or...' "Did you get hit on the head during the fight?" He asked the healer before taking another gulp of his mead. @Kharmin

 

[Kharmin]

<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_03/57a8c1b599bc9_Amberlyn_35.jpg.3225fbe1c1945402381a6f89b2d7deeb.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="44130" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_03/57a8c1b599bc9_Amberlyn_35.jpg.3225fbe1c1945402381a6f89b2d7deeb.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p> Amberlyn shot Nether a glare. "You would deign to understand the intracacies of my craft?" she accused. "You are the arbiter of my education and the decider of what I should and shouldn't know? Was my treatment perhaps a bit painful? Maybe, but then I could have substituted some lesser herbs which over time might have served to return you to your formal glory, but with a higher risk of infection or worse!"


She leaned her arms on the table as her eyes bored into his. "Cloves and caraway seeds, maybe?" she asked. "It would have certainly kept my yarrow supply from becoming dangerously low as it is now. The cost might have just been your leg if you were lucky."


Again, Amberlyn's head cocked slightly aside. "Look, he's the one complaining! I did what needed to be done and I didn't even know the guy. Isn't that how it's supposed to work?"


She turned her attention back to Nether and continued, "And, no, I have not suffered any concussion or other blows to the head. Don't you think, of all people in this room, that I would know?"

 

[Peaceswore]

Nether was a bit surprised at her out burst to say the least. " I'm sorry, I was joking. I honestly didn't mean to insult you." He said. "I am grateful for your help. The monks had far more more painful remedies, but they always worked. And i really do need my leg." He said with a grin.

 

[Soviet Panda]

"You never get on the bad side of a healer." Durin said, still grinning rediculoisly. "Even if their remedies do seam a bit strange." Taking a huge gulp, several in fact, of his drink, he prepares to continue his little speech.


"And I was just passing by. Gotta when you get paid doing random stuff that involves whacking things."

 

[Atom]

"Mmf yea, worth that and a pint of ale." Vincent muttered, making his way to the tavern and shoving the door open with a groan. Vincent trudged across the room, dropping into a seat near the dwarf, "A pint please." He ordered of the bar keeper. Sensible man, knowing that after the battle they'd just had many survivors would probably enjoy a pint.

 

[Dagfinn]

Detia tagged along, but fell back a bit. Glancing over everyone in the bar as she leaned back against the wall. Not sure what to think at that point. Maybe it was time again to attempt to interact with the real world, might not be as unbearable as in the past. At least the new challenge of a fight was fun, and it seemed inevitable for that to happen.

 

[Atom]

@Beowulf


Vincent had been locked in deep thought for a few minutes, playing over the previous events in his head before he finally made up his mind, "Oi dwarf. You up for finding out what caused those things to come and killing it?" he asked after a moment.

 

[Dagfinn]

"I have a fair idea of who it could be," Detia spoke up after a moment.

 

[Soviet Panda]

"Of course I am. Damn things could go walking into the mountains. There are whole dwarven cities that wouldn't know what was coming. They'd be unprepared. Plus, to be honest with you, I do love giving things a good whack when they deserve it."


 
"Of course I am. Damn things could go walking into the mountains. There are whole dwarven cities that wouldn't know what was coming. They'd be unprepared. Plus, to be honest with you, I do love giving things a good whack when they deserve it."

 

[Kharmin]

Amberlyn's attention turned to the young brunette who leaned against the wall. "Indeed?" she asked as she stood and weaved through the sea of tables and chairs toward the girl. She took a cursory look up and down her as she crossed her arms in front of her chest. "And what would you know about this assault and the force behind it?"


@Roo