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| Topic Started: Sun Oct 2, 2011 2:59 am (407 Views) | |
| Shan Orison | Sat Oct 8, 2011 2:18 pm Post #31 |
 
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Shan flopped on a bench, not realizing just how much pain he'd been ignoring until he didn't have to spend energy blocking it away. Wincing, he decided to risk killing everyone around him by removing - very, very gingerly - his boot and sock, the latter of which could use a wash. The foot wasn't looking well. It seemed his healing spells and his violin were only preventing swelling and bruising. The underlying muscle damage was being ignored, and he was guessing it was twisted and not just sprained. "Well, if you can forgive the smell..." he said in response to Cole's question. "We really don't have time for my healing magic to mess around while I hobble. Do it." The gentle glow enveloped Shan's foot, focusing on the deeper damage that Shan's unfocused spell was ignoring. A few seconds later, Shan tried rotating his ankle, and the pain was gone. "Thanks," Shan said, replacing his footwear. "Oh, ah, I looks like I forgot to put this away," Shan said, trying nonchalantly to pretend he hadn't noticed he'd been carrying his violin about. He quickly opened his case and secured it within. "Well, now we're ready to get supplies." Shan stood, tapping his once stinging foot just to relish in the lack of pain. "Very nicely done, Cole. I'll accept that as payment for leading this to happen in the first place. Lead the way." |
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| Tristram | Sat Oct 8, 2011 3:46 pm Post #32 |
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Cole brushed the glow over the damage to his foot, letting it pulse over the swelling. Soon enough the twisted muscles righted, damaged portions coming back together. The swelling faded rapidly under his guiding. Finishing the spell, he nodded, satisfied with his work. “Bahaha, done deal.” Noting Shan still held the purse, he began compiling a grocery list of things they would need for the upcoming trip: biscuits, a couple of blankets and a tent or two, a compass would be great, and a map holding the small villages on the way. Looking at the bard as he put his violin away, he nodded. Money would certainly be no object here, if they needed more, Cole was confident in Shan's ability to bring up large amounts out of a crowd on short notice. “I'm having a bit of a time figuring out what we'll need. I haven't really traveled much, being carted here by healers was the longest I've been out of a town. Haven't actually left Cascadia in two years. Hell, I rarely go near the edge, if I can help it.” He began picking through wares, picking up blankets and a bagged bundle he was told to be a fair-sized tent, but wasn't too certain how large it could be, if it fit into such a small bag. Nicholas spent the majority of the next half hour scouting the marketplace, picking up maps and rations and whatever else came to mind. Soon enough, they had everything the needed, and then some, packed into two relatively light backpacks. “There, everything's ready for our... departure.” |
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| Shan Orison | Sat Oct 8, 2011 4:16 pm Post #33 |
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Shan laughed when Cole mentioned never approaching Cascadia' edge. "I understand. I hate flying and sheer drops. My travels bring me here quite a bit, but when I come, I plan on staying at least a week, to maximize the reasoning behind the terror of the trip. Don't worry, I can fly. I just don't like it." Nicholas move through the markets with quiet efficiency, and less than an hour later they both had packs filled with supplies. "There, everything's ready for our... departure," Cole said. "Seems good. I also have spells to make food and water, though the food is quite limited, and worthless if you're hoping for meat," Shan said, but studied Cole's face. His tone suggested hesitation. Shan made a show of counting the few remaining coins. "It's late. We probably should get a room. I know a place where we can get one for the remainder of our coinage, if you don't mind sharing a room. That way we can start out tomorrow, if you still want to." Shan grinned. "I can understand your hesitation about traveling with a man who can't even leave his bedroom without injuring himself. No worries there. "So, did you want to head out now anyway, or wait for the morrow?" |
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| Tristram | Sat Oct 8, 2011 5:18 pm Post #34 |
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“A lack of meat would be rather disappointing, but I suppose that can be found. And doesn't keep very well on the road.” Nicholas rubbed his arms for warmth as the evening drew on. “Well, if you wouldn't mind, I'd prefer to head out as soon as we can. I've been cooped up here for far too long.” Nicholas wrung his hands, still a touch anxious about being found out for taking the sword. “What way do you suggest we take down?” He frowned. He didn't quite trust any of the winged animals, though his belief in magic's ability to carry him safely was equally shaky. Tristram took up one of the packs, slinging it over a shoulder. |
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| Shan Orison | Sat Oct 8, 2011 10:24 pm Post #35 |
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Shan shouldered the other pack, layering it with his instrument case. "There's some cargo lifts that we may be able to ride on. I have a friend who uses them for himself and his mount. I should have enough left over to bribe them." Shan fell silent. "So, heading back to the city where you last saw your daughter...If you want to talk about it, I'm pretty good at listening. The closest I have to that experience is when I lost my dad, though I'll admit that happened when I was two, so it's not quite the same." Shan scuffed a foot. He really wasn't very good at this assuring others thing. "The lifts should be over there," Shan said, pointing toward the Cascadian equivalent of docks. "How about we get off this floating rock and onto some solid land?" |
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| Tristram | Sun Oct 9, 2011 3:32 pm Post #36 |
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Cole grew solemn at the mention of his daughter, averting his eyes. He was silent for several seconds before responding, “I... I'd rather not talk about it. Not now.” He forced a smile, one end of his mouth tugging up. A pang shot through his stomach as the thoughts ran through his head, watching his house collapse under its own weight and the damage dealt to its structure, not so much as a scream distinguishable from the noise. Realizing he was brooding, Cole coughed and shook his head, face lighting up. “Don't trouble yourself by it, Shan. I'll be just fine.” He almost believed himself. “The docks sound good by me, better than leaving on the back of a beast or being flung through the air at ungodly speeds, lords know how easily we'd end up in the desert or some nonsense.” The air grew cool and crisp as evening drew on, signaling the closing of the day. “Well, we'd best hurry if we're going to catch the last ride down.” Edited by Tristram, Sun Oct 9, 2011 3:43 pm.
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| Shan Orison | Sun Oct 9, 2011 3:54 pm Post #37 |
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Shan watched what had to be a painful face contortion on Cole's face that approximated a smile. He still hurt, it seemed. Two years later and he still hurt. He lost his daughter, Shan surmised. Who else did he lose? His wife? His parents? Certainly any friends or semblance of a life he knew had been destroyed in the ruins of Taras. He'd seen that look in other refugees, that forced optimism that tried to convince themselves that, hey, they were still alive, right? Things can't be all bad. Shan had a very good imagination, however, and he felt like he'd been punched in the gut repeatedly by a adamantium golem when he simply thought about his own home and mother being destroyed and lost forever. Cole had lived it, still lived it every day he woke up and knew that the life he'd built for himself and those he knew as a guard of Taras was gone. There was nothing Shan could do for that, however, except be an willing ear if Cole chose to open up to him. "Alright, then," Shan said, slapping Cole on the back. "To high adventures and another tale. Let's be off." He grinned, and together they headed toward Taras and the disasters waiting there. |
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