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| Deleted User | Jun 23 2009, 07:36 PM Post #1 |
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An hour ago, this wouldn't have crossed as something that happened to her. An hour ago, she was in a village getting food to eat, using the money as a healer to pay for it. A beginning healer, but one at that. Her own inate ability, it seemed, as she did it almost on instinct, and, as far as anyone could tell, was not even magic based, she didn't even know how to use magic, much less healing magics. These help her around the small town on the edge of the Enchanted Forest, where she spends most of her time, and, in a general sense, lives there. The girl was also no less than fifteen years of age, though the age is not quite surely known by anyone, most likely even herself would not know the age. Though she looks fifteen. This fifteen looking year old girl was about to encounter just about the most frightening day of her life, an hour after her shopping was done. In the evens that preceed this moment of uncertianty and terror for her, it was as if nothing wrong had happened. Her walk back was a normal one, her light footfalls danced on the leaves of the lightly beaten path. She was skipping light as air down the road, in a thigh length tan skirt and overly large tunic that barely showed any resemblance to the young body under the clothing. Her hair hang loose as it always did, and her eyes gleemed, seeming almost too large for her head, even though it could be called a trick of the light. Her skin was lightly almond, though barely noticable, it was a hue so subtle that it couldn't help but be noticed. In all truth, this young girl bounding down the forest path was quite beautiful. She held a light tune in her head as she rounded off the path and deeper into the magical woods. Upon crossing a creek and a small pond, which ahd some lovely fish she just couldn't help but stop and look at, the pretty colors attracted her to them, like a moth to flame. After a time, she left the fish and continued closer to the center of the forest, or she would have, if not for the fawn. Yes, the fawn stopped her in her tracks. And it was the fawn that caused all the problems. The fawn was no ordinary baby deer, no this was a baby deer with an arrow protruding from it's innocent young leg. It had tripped and fallen after running so hard with the object sticking out of it's limb, and would have surely died, if not for the girl who just happen by. The girl rushed to the animal without a second thought and dropped to it's side. one set of doe eyes met another almost similar set, as the fawn did not run. She wretched the bladed shaft from the poor creature with a flinch and set her hands over the wound. A blue hue emitted from her hands as the would slowly closed up. The fawn, almost confused, stared at the girl. IT would have been longer, but a great crash landed through the clearing, as a troop of ten goblins and three orcs tramped into the wide open space. The fawn cowered as the group walked closer. It wouldn't take a fool to know they were searching for something, and it wouldn't take a smart person to know that they were looking for the fawn. The girl stood up, as the brave, but very frightened girl might, and spread out her arms, as if to say "You will not hurt this creature, I won't allow it!" Her face was that of determination, but her eyes held fear. For the young Elen has never known battle. |
 
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| Shalerin | Jun 25 2009, 01:45 AM Post #2 |
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Shalerin ran through the woods, her blade drawn. She had just arrived in a village just inside the eaves of the Enchanted Forest when some of the villagers had informed her of a young healer that had left the village just a short time earlier. Of course, usually, this wasn't anything that would warrant her attention, but when they showed her orc and goblin tracks some distance away from the village, Shalerin was forced to act. Finding the monster's trail was easy. They didn't appear to be bothering to conceal their presence from any potential enemy, and that only served to infuriate her more with divine wrath. Luckily for her, she saw them long before they saw her. Of course, this could be because she had approached them from behind, but it could also be because their attentions were currently focused on a young girl who was apparently attempting to protect a fawn. But that wasn't Shalerin's problem. What was her problem was that there were ten goblins and three orcs that weren't dead yet. "I am the righteous blade of the Light and I shall fear no evil! HAVE AT YOU!" she cried, partially to make the creatures turn her way to make them easier to slice through, but also because it helped her enter the battle trance state, filling her with an unnatural calm despite the situation. Her greatsword swung up in a glittering arc. It met some slight resistance when contacting goblin flesh, but not much. Two goblins fell in one strike, both missing their heads. An orc charged at her while the other two attempted to aim their crossbows at her. She impaled the orc and used its body as a shield for its companions' arrows, then heaving the corpse onto a cluster of three more goblins she jumped over the pile of bodies and proceeded to disarm the orcs. Literally. Their arms severed, they howled in pain as she beheaded them, as well. The remaining four goblins attempted to charge her from four different directions. Crouching low to the ground, just before the goblins struck, she suddenly stood up while spinning both herself and her blade, slicing all four of the goblins in two at the waist. As they fell, she returned to the pile of orc on top of goblin and proceeded to stab it experimentally, making sure none of them were playing dead. They weren't now, if they had been. "You are safe now, healer. Walk in the Light." Shalerin addressed the girl flatly as she left the battle trance. |
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| Deleted User | Jun 25 2009, 05:29 AM Post #3 |
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Frightened like the young doe, was Elen, she watched, frozen in her state as the battle raged on in front of her. Blood was never a thing to bother her, but when mixed with bodies, cries and the frenzied movement, it was almost too much to bare. She wanted to move, wanted to flee, to run in terror at the sight of metal and blade mixing with flesh and blood, but fear rooted her to the spot. The young Elen watched in pain and to her suprise, and horror, a little awe and curiosity as the goblin were beheaded, their blood flowing as if fountians of ruby had sprouted from their necks. The battle prowess of the woman suprised Elen greatly, it was as though the humanoids were nothing but stacks of meat, standing there, allowing to be cut down. Sacks of meat with limbs, she might add if she had ever found this funny, whih were made apparent as the two remaining orcs were dismembered, but only for a split minute, as their heads also began to roll. Away from their bodies, that is. It seemed that the other goblins showed no fear as they charged on, admist the fallen bodies of their fallen comrads. Elen knew better, she could see the fear in their small beady eyes as they charged the woman. She watched as fear turned into pain as they were severed at the waist. It seemed they had given up on life, and resigned to death already. Elen would have felt sorry for them, if they hadn't just tryed to kill her. The battle over, the fawn had long ago ran away, it's leg healed and no gratitude given to the one who healed it. Elen began to tremble as somthing came out of the woman's mouth. Words. Words Elen, for the life of her couldn't understand. She knew the words "you" and "safe", but that was also pushing the limit of her vocabularuim. She was not dumb, or stupid, but she never knew such things growing up, or such words. Elen's trembling form began to shake as she sunk to her knees and curled up on herself, tears forming in her doe-like eyes. She had never come so close to death. The tears flowed down and splashed onto the bladed leaves of grass that would have tickled her legs at any other time. She wasn't frighned of the woman, but the whole situation was a small bit too much for her, and she closed her eyes in slow agony of knowing just how close she came to meet her fate, and death itself. |
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| Shalerin | Jun 26 2009, 02:04 AM Post #4 |
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Shalerin started at the girl's mute crying. Of course, she wasn't expecting a 'thank you, paladin' or anything; it was her duty to protect the innocent. She cleaned her blade on the grass, not really knowing what else to do, and proceeded to take out her whetstone and sharpen her blade to pass the time while the girl cried. She wouldn't leave her alone out here, knowing that there had been creatures as foul as goblins and orcs within these forests. Of course, she also knew that the orc race wasn't stupid, just savage. She also was aware of the fact that for the most part, they stayed far, far away from other Avalonian cultures, partly out of preference, but mostly because they were just hated so much by almost any race. As she stared at the bodies, she wondered why they had ventured so far out of their tribal lands. There had been no tales of plague or famine out of their region, so death and starvation wouldn't have been an issue, and she knew that all the kingdoms would have united and crushed the entirety of the orc nation had they roused themselves for conquest. She looked at the girl again. Quiet, gentle, innocent. Just the kind of person she knew was a true Child of the Light. She placed her sword and whetstone away and unbuckled her sword. She knew she was taking a risk like that, not keeping her sword in arm's reach, but she needed to sit down properly in order to comfort the child. Sitting next to her, she put an arm around her shoulders and held her head gently against her shoulder, attempting to make reassuring sounds with a low murmur. Suddenly Shal felt as if she had been hit by a blade of lightning and fire combined, her vision swimming and strength weakening rapidly. Overcome by the sudden attack, she gave a small grunt of pain and collapsed, clutching her torso. Rolling on her back and propping herself up onto the trunk of a nearby tree with her free hand and much of the last of her strength, she looked down to see a red splotch of quickly darkening blood blossoming out on her white Paladin's robes. What....when....how was I injured? My form was flawless, my defense absolute. When.... she thought to herself as she began truly feeling the brunt of her injury, now that her battle trance and meditation had been fully purged from her system. She relflected upon the battle, mentally examining each second with an eternity of scrutiny. Suddenly she saw it. Of course! The orc I impaled wasn't dead yet! He must have gotten in a lucky strike while my attentions were focused elsewhere and I couldn't defend! But that didn't matter now. In her current state, the wound would be too much for her own skill at healing to repair. She turned her head and called out to the healer girl just a few feet away, "I am injured, please, can you help me? This is beyond my skill to heal. Please, if you do not help me soon, I will most likely die from blood loss," Shalerin regretted having to ask the girl for aid, seeing as Shal had been the one doing the saving, but she also knew it was necessary if she was to live. And while she did not fear death, she also wasn't going to accept this kind of a death as her fate. When the Light judged her time was over, she would go willingly, and preferably in the aftermath of a great and triumphant battle between the victorious forces of Light and the vanquished foes of Darkness... |
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| Deleted User | Jul 10 2009, 08:44 PM Post #5 |
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Elen, the formerly recognizable young girl, now a collapsed slump of trembling and sobbing flesh, stirred slightly as the young paladin reached across and held her shoulder. Elen teetered and leaned slightly into the holy warrior's shoulder, slightly clutching Shalerin's clothes lightly with her soft hands. her sobs slowed slightly as the shock of the near death experience started to wane inside her timid mind. Elen started to look up, the tears of shock still flowing from her doe eyes, not unlike the river that trickled by not a few yards away from her. To her shock, again, she saw the young paladin twitch in pain as her face contorted and fell away from the timid, young and mute, girl. Elen gasped in surprise as the girl fell to the ground, bleeding and holding the spot in pain. The wound was not big, but it had hit a major vein and draining her of her life blood, and her life itself. Elen wiped the salty tears from her large eyes. She bent down over the young woman and started to check the wound. She couldn't understand the words that the paladin was saying. She wasn't listening anyway, she was preoccupied with the wound. The little healer moved the cloth out of the way and started to look at the hole in the woman intently. She pulled the sides of it slightly and looked more deeply in the stabbed gash. She noticed something in the wound that shimmered. It glittered and shone like metal. It looked as though it was iron. It was Iron! A piece of the blade was snapped off into the wound. The rusted blade must of broken off when it was twisted against the bone. Elen smiled up at the holy girl and held up a finger, to show that it would only take a short time. Elen bent over the woman and quickly stabbed her small teen fingers into the wound. she moved them slightly and turned, searching for the broken piece of iron rusted blade. The blood was gushing over her hand and onto her dress. She swam her hand into the crimson sticky liquid as she tilted it lightly. She felt the blade tip brush against her fingers. Her digits snapped onto the piece of sharp metal and tryed to take it out slowly. The blade tip was wedged into a bone. The teenage healer looked up into the young paladin's eyes, and locked them. It seemed as though the eyes could hypnotize one. In fact, that is what they were doing, her eyes looked like they swam in front of you, and a warm feeling would come over you, as if to say, "it's alright" and a numbing pain in your side, where a blade wound might be, if there was one. She twisted the blade tip and yanked it out hard. The blade tip slipped out of the body and flew into the grass. Disregarding the tip of the crude weapon and placed her hands over the wound. A light surrounded them and a blue shimmer shown on them. The blue light seemed to stretch over the wound, like a liquid salve. The bone realigned and set right, the muscles sewed themselves back together, and the skin slid together and the cut slowly faded. All that was left of the wound was a faint scar, but it would heal soon, less than a month. Elen stood up and patted the paladin on the head with her clean hand, and turned to the river. She bent over the water and ran her hands under the cold rushing fluid. The blood slowly ran with the river, flowing off her small soft hand. She stood up and wiped her hand on the back of the hem of her long skirt. She turned back to the woman who was on the ground and slunk down, wrapping her arms lightly around the young woman with a smile, then she let go as sat back, looking at the holy female, smiling like a kid who just did something good, much less save a life. |
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| Shalerin | Jul 19 2009, 03:19 AM Post #6 |
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Shalerin's mind floated in a daze as the healer hypnotized her long enough to remove the shard that had done so much damage to her body. She was sleepy afterwards, her energy being partially used to heal herself. She smiled dazedly at the little girl as she hugged Shalerin's now-repaired form, hugging her back and whispering to her in both common and Sylvan, the language of the elves that she had learned as part of her heritage back at the Monastery. "Thank you, little one...You have done so well...Truly you are a Blessed Child of the Light..." Shalerin, her battle sense weakened by the healing and hypnosis, not to mention the calming effect of her surroundings, pulled the girl closer so as to hold her in her arms, much like a mother would. Of course, Shalerin would never openly admit that she wanted to be a mother to anyone, save someone she could trust absolutely to keep her secret (for that's what she saw it as). "I wonder....If this is what having a daughter feels like...." Shalerin murmured as she cooed to the girl gratefully, doing nothing but relaxing in a place where death had come just so recently. |
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