Rae'liel - The Guest of Honor

Dreams were truly a funny place to be after falling unconscious, rather, it may have simply been her life flashing before her eyes as the toxins invaded her veins. She was walking along the thin wisps of grass that covered the floor of Eversong Woods. Armor no longer weighed down her figure, and instead she was covered in the gold and silks that were once so commonplace in her home. Standing as the wind unwound the long braid that held her hair taut, the Elven girl simply looked distantly towards the docks which hosted a long, elegant looking ship. 

Autumn was here, and it looked as if the wood's canopy was simply ablaze in a flourish of magnificent color. Hues ranging from the deepest greens to the most fiery of reds decorated this small little quiet paradise, and she dared partook in a long deep breadth which caught the scent of nighttime bonfires still smoldering in their pits. This was her home, her paradise, her little slice of heaven. And there was little else that she could ever want more. Proudly in the distance, the ivory colored ramparts of Silvermoon still stood strongly against the howling winds. Here, there was no fire, no chaos, no screams or howls of the undead; there was no Dead Scar marring the beauty of her home. 

It was the sound of hooves pounding against the cobblestone road that she stood upon that marked an interruption to the sacred silence she had enjoyed. It gave her room to think, to sit, and to read a good book while snuggled up cozily against a white tree. Now however, as a Thalassian Charger covered in crimsons and decorative bronze made its way to her with due haste, the Elven Girl simply looked on and her eyes widened as she recognized just who was arriving. It was [i]him[i]! Such a wondrous dreamed turned swiftly to sorrow as his boots impacted the road, and plated footfalls marked his approach. Her head had long bowed, knowing all too well that the one who was drawing closer had died years ago, but she could not help the enamored stare as his fingertip gently hooked beneath her chin, and and an arm snaked about her waist, and pulled her close.

For the first time in years, in the midst of a sweet dream, she felt the touch of a lover's embrace.

"Come now dear, don't be so woeful." He whispered, running a fingertip through her hair and brushing it lightly above her ear. "There is still much to be done before you can join me here, hurry now. Arthas still sits upon his throne, and Kael'thas upon his. Be the hammer of justice that they both deserve." He leaned in, so that his lips would brush against her ear, causing her fingertips to dig desperately into his cloak. "Do you understand?" Tears streamed down her cheeks even in the realm outside the dream as he stepped away, and she shuddered as she tried to draw breath. Yet all he did was smile and nod as his auburn hair seemed to be alight in the midday sun. 

"Yes. I do understand....I'll see you soon. I promise."

"Go now dear, they're going to wake you soon."

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A sharp pain and her eyes flaring open was what first brought her back to consciousness. The agony of her lungs trying to partake in air far overriding the pain of an arrow in her shoulder as soon she realized the situation. She was pinned upon a table, her arms, and legs frozen as she were face down, with her armor mostly removed by those who were trying to save her. 

“Someone make sure she lies still. I still need to cut this out of her shoulder”

"Hold now, wait a minute!" She cried out in protest, but with the ice binding her in place, there was truly only very little that she could accomplish. Quickly, sorting through her mind and respective abilities, she realized that there was one simple cure. Soon, an orange light glimmered about her pinned form that circled and spun about her in a wondrous fashion. Even the Night Elves' eyes in the distance trying to see through the door widened in awe and Falaani stepped back in caution. With such light, the ice about her legs and arms suddenly disintegrated as she had used a Hand of Freedom upon herself. 

Sitting up abruptly, she only extended out a hand to the shocked pair of Sharon and Liaena and made only one softened demand: "Can I have a rag, please." With one of them quickly handing her one, she dabbed not away the partially coagulated blood about her shoulder, but rather she drew it taught and tied it into a knot. Then, she shot Sharon an uneasy stare for a few moments, as he was the only man in the room. "And can you please step outside?" Once the Magus did, she gingerly removed the remaining portions of her armor awkwardly with one hand, and soon before long, the slender beauty of her upper torso was completely bare. Though, as Falaani and Liaena could easily see through many scars that stained her skin, she had been in many a conflict of her own. 

Taking in a pained breadth, she then glanced at the supposed medic of the troupe. "Please have the bandages ready, just in case I faint again like some mewling Gnome."

Placing the knotted rag into her mouth and placing it between her teeth, the Sin'Dorei suddenly surprised the two by reaching over her wounded shoulder with her opposing arm and completely ripping out the arrow entirely! A muffled cry of pain echoed past her lips as refreshed blood poured from the gash the barbed arrow left, but she was not done. Mustering as much concentration as she could, Rae'liel's opposing hand glowered with a holy light. Moving her hand over the wound, the bleeding slowed quickly before coming to a complete stop entirely. Flesh renewed, and a horrific looking scab took it's place before the light abated entirely. Capable of healing minor wounds easily, this major one was quite the task, and it drew her breadth away.

As the healing stopped, she settled her hands upon the edge of the bed. One of them covered in blood as sweat slipped past her brow and landed on the softness of her cheek.

"Bandages...please. I can do no more in this moment."