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« on: May 07, 2012, 02:45:35 am »
Sacho nods politely as he walks by.
They Nolthrir male starts coughing and staggers back into the wall.
Sacho pauses. "Are you alright, sir?"
The Nolthrir holds up a hand, moving the fingers slowly. He gestures at his throat then coughs again. ''Head... It's.. in my...''
Sacho walks over to the figure, but still remains at arm's reach from the him. "What is?"
The Nolthrir says: ''Are you... a student with the mage..? I asked for healers... in the sanatorium but.... none came. No one came and I...'' he erupts in another fit of coughing, falling forward and pressing his forehead into the ground. ''Oh by laanx find me a healer.''
Sacho speaks softly as he kneels down to get a better look at the nolthrir. "That has been done. What is wrong?"
The nolthrir moans then raises his face toward the menki. Sweat stains his brow, streaks of dirt from the floor now mixing with it. His stare is wild. ''It is..done? Healer? You are?'' He struggles upright slowly bracing himself against the wall.
Sacho stands back up. "I am many things, but yes, I am a healer by trade."
The nolthrir nods with what seems to be relief and reaches one hand down to his belt as though searching for something. ''It's like a worm... In my skull. It makes me.. makes me sweat. Makes me... I.. It... I can't focus.''
Sacho watches the nolthrir carefully as he takes a seat back away from him. His voice remains calm and welcoming. "And how did you get this?"
The nolthrir staggers forward a step, his eyes not seeming to fix on anything. ''I'm not sure. Memory loss... Some time ago. Vision..distortions. Now fever. Slowly worsening. I don't know if poison...or magic.. or.. or. Can you help me?'' He coughs again and abruptly sits back down.
Sacho's expression softens. "I see." A few glyphs in his haversack begin to glow as he removes an azure way glyph from his pocket. "With your permission, I would like to see which it is that affects you. Illness or magic."
The nolthrir says: ''Yes... please... If it... If it helps...'' He holds a hand up toward Sacho as though pleading.
Sacho begins to mutter a spell as he seems to focus on the nolthrir. Azure and crystal way magic can be felt as the clamod seems to search the nolthrir over with both a spell and visually. Sacho finds that it is a spell affecting the nolthrir but there is also a hint of some kind of poison on him Sacho sighs as he finishes. "So you remember nothing about what happened to you?"
The Nolthrir says: ''I...'' He edges forward slightly. ''Remember before the fever. I remember that my memory felt...limited. Like.. a block. And even my name... gone.''
The nolthrir drags a hand across his forehead, then pulls the hand away quickly. ''I'm too hot...''
Sacho nods his head. "Magic has that affect on people at times. So what is your trade, sir?"
The Nolthrir says: ''I'm a... I'm a... Merchant? No...'' he tries to wipe at his head again but seems to be having trouble keeping his hand there. ''I was travelling? Hunter? Selling...skins I think. I think that I was near Ojaveda and sold skins.''
Sacho motions towards his staff. "And what ways do you study in magic?"
The nolthrir looks at the staff as though he had forgotten he was holding it. ''This... I thought to ask Levrus about...about learning azure and he sent me to.. to get this from someone with a token. I had thought I might learn how to remember things...''
The nolthrir says: ''But I don't think I am good with azure.... Do you... Do you have something cold for my head?''
Sacho offers the nolthrir a hand to help him up. "That can be dangerous messing with magic when you are already under its affects."
The nolthrir nods and accepts his hand carefully, letting Sacho take his weight. He drops the staff and falls forward as he rises, leaving Sacho the choice as to whether he will stay on his feet or not.
Sacho moves to catch the nolthrir and keep him upright. "Come on. Lets get you to Levrus' where I can treat you."
The nolthrir leans heavily on Sacho, the hand that dropped the staff now reaching to tug free a rag from his belt. He twists suddenly, thrusting the rag upwards to try and clasp it around Sacho's nose and mouth. The rag soaked in the potion given to him designed to knock the healer out. ''I'm sorry...'' he almost hisses with the exertion. ''Don't fight... easier if you don't fight... I did. It's bad.''
Sacho's eyes widen as seems to understand what the cloth is. He holds his breath and twists away from the nolthrir in an attempt to push the nolthrir away.
The nolthrir grunts and releases his other hand for just a moment, quickly trying to cast mind drain as he continues to press the rag into Sacho's face. ''Let it take you'' he whispers, trying to use his weight to lean against his opponent and make it harder for him to free himself.
Sacho continues to fight against Dannan's attack. He thrusts his left hand at Dannan's neck as his right hand goes to the handle of one of his sabres. The glyphs in his haversack glow brightly through the cloth of the bag.
The nolthrir makes an ugly sound deep in his throat as Sacho's hand connects with his neck. His free hand clamps down on a handful of the menki's fur near his shoulder, and he wrenches himself toward Sacho with that grip to prevent himself stumbling away. The rag slips just slightly from Sacho's mouth as the nolthrir loses his footing, and tries to pull the menki down with him. He starts to count off the seconds, knowing that he doesn't need to hold on much longer for the soporific to take effect.
Sacho begins to weaken as he has been holding his breath. The menki allows himself to fall with the nolthrir as he extends his claws in his left hand and grips firmly around his neck. Upon impact with the ground, the clamod loses control over his breath and the soporific begins to get to him. The healer speaks a single word of command. "Cleanse"
The nolthrir feels the claws slide in and for the first time in a long time, it's as though he can feel something real. He hears Sacho's gasp and the command for the spell and his focus homes in on Sacho's mouth. He lets the sound guide him more than any of his other senses now and as the menkii's lips start to close, he attempts to shove the rag into his mouth. ''Good luck..cleansing...this...'' he growls as the claws start to slide through his skin. As the pain from it builds he begins to laugh breathlessly and without any mirth.
Sacho turns his head away to try to prevent the cloth from getting pushed down his throat. The menki then stops and looks back at the nolthrir straight into his eyes. He tightens his grip on the nolthrir's throat as if he is about to rip his throat open, but at the last moment, pulls the nolthrir close. With the cloth muffing his voice, he speaks. "Know I could have killed you and didn't." He then releases the nolthrirs throat and leans back. He quietly closes his eyes peacefully as through he has given up.
The nolthrir collapses forward, no breathe left in him, and allows his head to come to rest against the sleeping enkidukai. For a long moment he holds completely still. Then he begins to shake and pushes himself up to his knees. ''I'm sorry." he says, the laughter all gone from him now as the blood runs freely from the tears in his neck. ''But if not you, then she'll have someone else for her games. Maybe even someone she will break...more easily.'' He stands, shakily, and getting a grip on Sacho's shoulders, he begins to pull the menki's sleeping body carefully, and with as much gentleness as he can find, out toward the Bronze Door's road. ''It's time for you to meet her now...''
The nolthrir ducks to wipe his head and pulls the rag free after checking that Sacho is sleeping deeply enough. He looks round then starts dragging him again.
Sacho lays by the nolthrir, a sleep a soft light still comes from his haversack.
The nolthrir props Sacho against the rock, making him as comfortable as possible, then looks around warily. He draws a dagger and a knife and stands guard, looking from the field before them back to the sleeping menki for the first sign he might wake.
The demorian lady treads through the grass and appears almost suddenly, as if out of thin air. Features morphed angular through illusion, she is hardly recognizable. Her hair is an indiscernible color, and her clothing as well. She tightly clutches her shoulderbag as the nolthrir kneels before her, as if he were some beggar groveling for tria.
The Nolthrir motions with one hand to the unconscious menki. ''A healer... as requested.'' He says it flatly, with no emotion.
"This is him?" Her voice is sweet. "Tell me, how did you catch him?"
The nolthrir lowers his eyes and turns his head just slightly so that the blood can be seen flowing freely from the struggle. ''As you asked. No mistakes. He is strong... I... am injured. But he... is yours to shape. No one saw. No one followed.''
Sacho remains still against the rock. The tip of his tail moves just slightly for faction of a second.
The lady's eyes wander to the hills toward the forest. Pleased, she approaches the nolthrir and lowers a dainty hand to his neck. Her fingers flash a bright, orange light to cauterize the wound. She works with hardly any emotion but a false countenance of concern.
The nolthrir lets out the slightest sigh, but isn't foolish enough to react any further.
The lady finishes her work, nods once, and lightly steps toward Sacho. A few feet away, she pauses. "Clacker. Take his pack. Search it," she commands, her eyes fixed on the soft glow.
The nolthrir tries to pull the sack away but is stunned when Sacho puts a hand over it. Sacho moves quickly as soon as the nolthrir moves to touch his haversack. He tries to push the nolthrir away with a kick as he speaks to the elf. "Ah, then we can't speak first?"
Sacho quickly moves to stand and places both of his hands on the hilts of his sabres.
The nolthrir tightens his grip on the pack and weathers the force of the kick, knowing it won't be at full strength as the menki is still getting up. He staggers back just the same, refusing to let go, but clearly not in a good position to fight back.
The lady's lips twist in displeasure. Her left hand flies into the air, pointing at the middle of Sacho's brow. A psychic kick hurtles toward the rising menki, intended to blast him back into the rock.
Sacho draws his blades and glances at the nolthrir who is still holding the haversack with an expression that clearly communications that the nolthrir has a choice between his arms and the menki's haversack, but not both. The healer is pushed back by the attack, but clearly isn't affects as much as was intended. "Come now, you think I wasn't planning on an azure way attack?"
The nolthrir whispers something and shadow starts to writhe and coil around the pack. He releases it with a slight, sad smile, but the shadows about it are animated fully now and continue to tug it away from the menki with no further physical intervention on the nolthrir's part.
The lady scrapes her left foot against the ground, bringing it back, and thrusts her right hand forward. The palm of her hand unleashes a condensed ball of blue fire aimed at Sacho's chest, but the amount of time it takes to cast the spell would allow Sacho to move away.
Sacho moves towards the nolthrir, ignoring the shadows for the moment as he casts an icy blast at the nolthrir. As soon as in range, he begins to thrust his two sabres one at the nolthrir's chest and the other at his left arm.
The nolthrir drops back smoothly as the individual shards of ice spear into and against him. He flings one arm up across his face as he moves back to protect his eyes, and then, knowing the lady will kill him if he injures her new toy too badly, he hurls his knife smoothly toward Sacho's shoulder, only just avoiding the sabre aimed at his chest while the other sabre scrapes a bloody line into his other arm.
Once the fire she sent out at Sacho missed and hit the rock behind him the lady once again sends a psychic blow at Sacho's mind, now that the menki is distracted with his target. The blow is powerful, enough to knock him off his feet if he is unable to resist.
Sacho moves to deflect the knife, but it interrupted by the lady's attack. The menki looses focus and is pushes back away from both of them. "Why don't we talk, miss? Your servant isn't going to be around for too long unless we come up with a trade."
The lady completely ignores Sacho's diplomatic request. Propelling herself to the left, positioning the nolthrir between her and the menki, she shouts sharply to her pawn, "The sack!" She holds her hand out, gesturing for it to be thrown to her.
The nolthrir quickly motions in a circle with his fingers, and the shadows holding the pack yank it sharply to the lady's waiting hands. He slides into daemon form as he eyes Sacho warily and raises his remaining dagger.
Sacho casts cleanse and light covers his body for a moment as the shadows over his haversack fade away. He smiles. "You use your pawns for your work. I see you would be a good client, if you held to the normal terms." His eyes flick to the nolthrir as he points to the sabre blades which he coats with a substance to weaken his opponents. ""How's that drug working on your system?"
The lady wraps her slender fingers around the haversack, catching it before it falls the ground. Turning on her heels, she darts into the grass, kicking up some dust behind her. Quite literally, leaving her pawn in the dust. She doesn't seem to care for his well-being.
The nolthrir tilts his head as though not comprehending. ''Drugs? How can you know what was done to me menki?'' He reverses the grip he holds on his dagger, once and then again, more shadows pooling around his feet.
Sacho growls as he sees the lady with his haversack. He then sends a shower of energy arrows down upon her. He then tosses one of his sabres at the nolthrir as he breaks into a run after the lady.
The nolthrir raises his arms, and as he does the shadows raise up around him like a wall. He drops to his knees inside of it as the sabre is caught up and sent whirling into the air. He knows this is down to the lady now and that all he can do is slink away and hide, snatching up the stolen sabre, until she calls for him again.
The lady is already fairly far away. She senses the crystal energy shooting down at her, allowing her to dodge most of the missiles. However, one penetrates her shoulder, hindering her for a brief second. Expecting Sacho to follow for his haversack, she shoots fire from her fingers, lighting the grass behind her. The flames create a sort of wall in Sacho's path and threaten to spread through the field.
Sacho continues to follow the lady with a fire of his own in his eyes. Ice begins to form over the menki's fur as he runs through the fire, seeming not willing to give up. "Stop and talk, or I will make you do so."
The lady keeps running. Sacho's persuasion seems to have no effect on her. Once more, she casts fire at the grass. A trail of flames follows her through the field, which is now roaring with a wake of flames on Sacho's sides.
Sacho continues after her. His armor beginning to darken in color from the fire. He shouts after her. "Drop it, or die!"
The lady focuses on the escape now, the trail of fire ending where she halts the spell. An idea forms in her head and, in a reckless manner, she tosses the haversack to her left. It lands in a patch of grass untouched by fire. She circles, positioned behind the sack and facing the approaching wildfire. Her hands are poised for casting and glow with a faint azure hue.
Sacho breaks out of the fire and towards the haversack. He slows as he approaches the lady and the haversack. His eyes remain focused on the lady, but he does not approach her any more. He seems to wait for her next move.
The lady's hands flick in Sacho's direction. A spell, sound deprivation, hurtles toward him unseen. The wildfire spreads, threatening to surround them.
Sacho speaks right before the spell hits him. "We need to talk." Once the spell hits him, he seems frustrated, but seems to begin to prepare for the lady's next attack.
The lady lets out a cackle, which is drowned out by the roar of the fire. Sacho would be unable to hear it, anyway. This fact is somehow hilarious to her. Knowing he will be unable to cast any spells, she takes her time to prepare another: a paralysis spell.
Sacho suddently jumps to the left into the tall grass and keeps low to the ground. He keeps moving as to try to hide himself and attempt to reposition himself.
The lady squints, unable to see the enki now. She certainly did not expect him to draw back. "Come out, come out, wherever you are. My furry little beast," she sings, even knowing he will be unable to hear. Wildly, she throws the spell where she sees movement in the grass.
Sacho moves back towards the fire as near it as he dares to go. He smiles thankful now for the fire as it generates movement through the grass. He continues to move and not remain in one place.
The lady's eyes follow a wave in the grass created by a gust of wind, causing her to swivel in the opposite direction of Sacho. Facing the wrong way, she narrows her eyes, feeling that something is wrong. Expecting the worst, she forms a dome of perfection around herself, which would help her reaction time.
Sacho remains hidden. Silent as a predator hunting prey. He feels the spell fade and his voice return. Yet, he doesn't attack instead he continues to move in the grass away from the fire giving the fire itself time to burn its way to the lady.
The lady steps over the haversack, placing it between her feet. The fire nears, and she simply weaves a whirlwind around herself, dissipating the fire high in the air.
Sacho quietly mutters phantasmal voices using it to have his voice come from every direction around the lady. "We need to talk." "Over here." "Why don't you wish to talk." "You haven't paid for my services." "We will meet again."
The lady easily picks out the false voices. Through process of elimination, she pinpoints the area Sacho is most likely to be. Her head suddenly snaps to his direction. She swings her arm as if she were skipping a stone across a lake. An azure flash, a spell meant to paralyze the mind, shoots from the tips of her fingers, aimed at Sacho's brow.
Sacho growls as he loses control of his body and falls to the ground.
The lady hears the thud. Walking to the downed menki through the dying embers, she pushes her hands to the sides. Gusts of wind put out any remaining flames. Nearing Sacho, she comments with a sneer, "Stubborn. Very stubborn." She's within arm's reach now, and reaches down to place a hand on Sacho's forehead. Now she could work with out being disturbed.
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probably the reason I never applied to start with. Hmm I might no some others in game though I can talk too.
And an IOU? How can you be sure I'll ever actually pay you?