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Torn Across the Rift

phew

hope it was ok.

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Much to his dismay, there were no large kegs of mead within the castle. None whatsoever. At least not in the room they were in, but Dimitri was sure there was more to this place. There was at least a fireplace in the room and a reasonable stack of dry firewood nearby. It seemed they had ended up in some kind of receiving room by the looks of the decor and seating scattered about the room. He shook his head at the bland, unimpressive entrance hall. At least it was warmer down there but still a little damp. Nothing a roaring fire could not rectify though.

Dzel moved with the sort of grace that a seasoned warrior moved with. That deadly grace that every veteran worth a damn carried with them and he watched as she found a corner to sit in then proceeded to confidently strip off her armor, revealing well defined curves and equally toned muscles. With much effort, Dimitri managed to pull his gaze from Dzel and ran it over the bags on the floor. Twelve all together, one had already been picked clean by William earlier. The glinting of the bottle caught his eye first naturally. He moved towards that bag; first removing the peach schnapps with a sly smile to set it aside for later then he withdrew a pair of warm gloves from the bag and tucked those away in his robe. Everything that remained was of little interest to the monk. His attention was drawn back towards Dzel as she commented about being tough and he nodded in her direction with a smile.

"“I need a few minutes to prepare“" he informed her quietly, kneeling beside her.
Since they had been out of the cold, Dimitri had been able to gradually suppress his energy once his core body temperature had began to rise.
"Oh that reminds me!"” he commented through closed eyes. "“How do I put this? You’'re not undead or anything right? If you were I'm afraid this would not work so well." Sparing a glance towards Bizbee "Sorry buddy, try not to get hurt OK?"”

A green aura gradually materialized around the monk as he stirred and refocused his energy. It built up steadily and in a few minutes a well of green light erupted around his body then receded into back into his body as he moved the energy down to his arms and focused it further into his hands. He smiled at Dzel before slowly reaching out towards her.
"“Now! If you can excuse my roaming hands, I will begin."”

Under normal circumstances and if he was well rested, direct contact was not necessary when it came to healing. But given the extreme cold and the fact that he no longer had his Mace, it would be necessary for him to actually touch Dzel to stimulate her body's own energies for the healing process.

Glowing hands hovered near her face for a moment before he ran them over the worse of the bruises.
"“You'’re going to feel a strange sensation as my energy tries to connect with your own internal energy to speed up your body’'s own natural healing process. It’'ll feel kind of warm, almost like a minor burn. Sorry if it is uncomfortable, but it'’s best if you don’'t try to resist, so just try to keep your mind blank."” he instructed gently as his hands moved over the wounds on her face.

They moved deftly from wound to wound Starting from her face, down her neck and to her arms. The smaller bruises would clear up almost instantly but the larger more serious bruises would take a few heartbeats to clear up, requiring more of the monk’s energy to stimulate the healing process.

He paused as his hands found the deep gashes on her shoulder.
"“Oh?"” he whispered quietly as he investigated them further.

Dimitri said nothing more to Dzel, but his eyes flicked to hers briefly. He wanted to ask for more information as to the origin of the claw marks, but perhaps now was not the time. From what he had gathered from all the new acquaintances thus far, none of them really seemed fit for combat and Dimitri had a feeling he would need Dzel to be in good shape so for now, he would focus on patching her up.

The claw marks felt strange, they were not ordinary wounds. They had a similar feel to wounds that had been inflicted by the use of catalyst magics, or wounds by a potent magical being. The monk had experienced many of these kinds of wounds back on Temperance and although Dzel’'s felt strange to him; a different sort of energy signature than what he was used to, they had that same basic feeling and they resisted his energy a lot more aggressively than the other wounds.

Another well of green erupted from him as he drew on more energy for the claw marks which she also had on her thigh. Those were even deeper than the ones on her shoulder. It would be very taxing on Dimitri to heal them all but it had to be done. With great effort, Dimitri felt the resistance give and he felt the shoulder wounds begin to close up from the base of the wound outward. Torn muscles began to knit together and several minutes later the deep gashes were reduced to long, thick, angry purple lines.

Dimitri'’s aura flickered briefly, almost completely diminishing. "Not yet”!"he growled through clenched teeth and a few minutes passed before the monk regained his composure. His eyes flashed a deep emerald green and the green light around his body ignited once more as he moved to Dzel’'s thigh. Dimitri sighed heavily once he felt the wound'’s resistance give and after several more grueling minutes, they knitted closed.

An unnatural breeze radiated outwards from where he was kneeling at Dzel'’s side as he finished the healing and released his energy. The monk ungracefully toppled onto his back with a chuckle. Through several ragged breaths he muttered “"I need a drink!"”before rolling his head towards Dzel once he caught his breath.
"“Those wounds will be a little tender for the next day or so, but they should'n’t prevent you from moving or killing anything if the need arise. Also, you’'ll probably get really drowsy in the next few moments since I’'ve just set your body'’s natural healing talents into overdrive! So don’t be afraid when your head starts drooping and Feel free to fall right on top of me if you wish”!" he offered with a smile then continued, "“because I intend to just lay here for the next hour or two until I can stand up again."
With that, he chuckled once more and pointed towards the bottle of peach schnapps.
"“Someone toss me that bottle please!"”

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im finishing up mine now. sorry i missed my deadline :o(

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so i've been trying to finish writing this post for about 3 days
i'll try to finish it tonight.

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derp i didn't realize so much days had passed since I last posted. sorry.

Please don't flog me Eyeris. pretty please

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Dimitri watched Herbert's ritual with the dead girl solemnly, not wanting to offend in anyway. Where the monk was from, once a Silver Fist Elite fell they were burned after sunset with spiced wood and herbs and the ashes were collected in an urn. The comrades would spend the rest of the night sharing food and strong drinks, reminiscing on the deceased's life and achievements in battle. Just before the setting of the moon on that same night, the ashes were cast into the wind to find their own path. It was a rare occasion indeed, simply because the Silver Fist Elites rarely died in battle.

He was wary of the two arrivals, but not overly concerned as none of them seemed to be ready to attack . He waved as Ryann introduced everyone and moved a cautious few steps closer to Dzel, running his gaze over her wounds. Nothing too serious once he got out of the cold, he was certain he could take care of them for her. She had the look of a warrior, steady eyes and a confident posture amidst the gore surrounding them. He nodded at Will and Dzel "Aye, I can have a look at those wounds for you but I'm afraid all of my reserved energy is being directed towards keeping me warm enough in this blasted icy wasteland. Once I get inside I'll need a few moments to recover then I should be able to take care of those for you if you like Dzel. but I doubt they are bothering you much" he finished with a slight smile.

Once Herbert was finished with the body, Dimitri moved towards the stairway leading into what was left of the castle and hopefully towards warmth and strong mead But he could only hope for now.

"Lets have a look at those supplies you mentioned Will. I do hope they are inside out of this dreadful cold."

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ok cool

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So the feathers were real! He smiled warmly as Ryann spread her wings and suddenly such a tiny frame made more sense. On any other day that might have surprised Dimitri. Things of that nature were expected to be more acceptable under a state of inebriation but the monk was just about sober by now, a state he wished to alter as soon as possible but alas, there was no booze within sight at that moment.

"Oh we'd be delighted to have you join us wouldn't we Herbert? The more the merrier I always say!"

He chuckled at the boney skeleton's reaction to Ryann. He knew the tiny creature meant well with its insipid crackles and pops that now served as a voice for its reanimated state but in all honesty the grinding of cartilage in its throat almost wrenched a wince from the jovial monk. Maybe a good scoop of honey mead down the creatures gullet would help smooth out the retched noises that perhaps at some point in time had been very musical and calming. It was difficult to tell right now.

"Oh Ryann how could I forget?" He gestured towards the tiny skeleton and smiled "this is our boney little minion. It deserves a name but I must admit, I am at a loss right now when it comes to deciding on a name for it. Perhaps Bizbee may suit it?" He laughed at the sound of the name then smiled at the creature. "What say you to that hmm? My tiny skelenial friend? We could call you BB for short!"

With the round of introductions complete, the monk turned towards the grim alter once more and trudged forward biting back curses directed at the horrid snow and icey winds that were constantly batting at his face and whipping his robes about.

It was not until a sickening crunch beneath the monk's feet vibrated through him that he realized they were just about to the alter. He cast his eyes down to the ground and frowned at the mess beneath his feet before glancing over his shoulder to make sure the others hadn't blown away in the breeze. After all; Herbert seemed like a weary old leaf of a man and well Ryann was so tiny it was a wonder the wind didn't carry her about like a piece of paper.

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mines is coming tonight. at some point

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No Eyeris that makes absolutely no sense whats so ever.

Just joking!!

I can work with it!