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Ravenloft: Torches in the Night

Eranah stood up and got prepared even as she spoke to their attempt to console her.

"It isn't so much that. I know we'll get home, it's just. Mortality is something of a foreign concept. I understand it, but I've never exactly experienced it. I die, and then I return to the astral sea to be reborn. While the loss of that life is sad, it is by no means permanent. Memories and impressions from them persist, but this time... not even the gods are here. There may be no connection to the astral sea, it could be if I die here...that's it. Thousands of lifetimes simply ended. It just is a lot to take in and realize. That this time, death may very well be a very permanent thing."

She spoke as if it were only the three of them there, she didn't particularly care if these people heard about what she was. Chances were, if they didn't know what she was it wouldn't matter, and if they did know she was a Deva they would already have an idea of what she was saying.

Elementals: The Scarred World (Semi-Open)

Alexander's hands burned, but adrenaline made what would have been crippling pain and screaming into a dulled throb at that point. However he was no fool, he focused his energy on making sure the surely damaged nerves in his hands wouldn't be permanently so. He always felt that stupid should hurt, and he applied that philosophy to himself as well. It was then he saw the daggers coming towards him.

"Gods damn it." He managed to get out as he let go of the fire mage and dodged most of the daggers. Most was not all however, and he felt the familiar pain of a dagger sinking into his back. Luckily, while it hurt to high hell, it didn't hit anything immediately life threatening so he was able to continue on. Not pulling the dagger free from his back as the call for light came through.

"Then you shall have it." He replied as he rushed outside. Hands charred, blistered, and bleeding with a dagger made of ice in his back. Alexander focused both on keeping himself alive and providing the energy for what would need to be done next. Luckily he hadn't been too far behind the mages as he essentially turned himself into a spotlight. Focusing a bright beam in the direction of the retreating mages.

"Unfortunately, taking them down will be up to the rest of you."

Ravenloft: Torches in the Night

Contrary to what either of them were expecting, Eranah hadn't even noticed the two of them were out there until they had spoken directly to her. Too lost in her thoughts, or more accurately, mental breakdown to see them. When she was directly spoken to however she did her best to put on a brave face. Not wanting her two friends to worry about her, knowing she would eventually move past this certainly, though she doubted it would be any time soon.

"You're right, I probably should head inside." Eranah replied as she did her best to put on a smile. Standing up and walking inside right past them without so much as a mention of what it was pretty obvious they were doing if she actually put her mind to it. For now however she was still trying to process everything. There were no gods here, likely no astral sea or even a connection to it. For all she knew, death was death now. Thousands of lifetimes ended completely, so far as she knew it was unheard of. As firsts went, it was not one she looked forward to possibly experiencing.

Elementals: The Scarred World (Semi-Open)

Alexander had ducked behind the table when the bolt of flame had come their way.

'Well, that needs to stop. Sooner rather than later.' He thought before the table was flipped and the younger students launched their attacks. Seeing that the fire mage was still focused on them he decided to use that to his advantage. When the table was flipped he stood and charged, using a very bright light shined directly at the fire mage's eyes to provide a temporary distraction. The light was a floating orb that would hopefully mean that any wild strikes would only singe him rather than burn him alive.

It was only a few second before he had dashed across the bar, this was not his first fight with an armored opponent. Even the lightest armor always lead to a bit of slow down if you expected it to stop arrows. More so if you wanted it to stop a sword or an axe from cutting you open. However lighter armor left you largely unprotected in more vital areas, and he had plenty of first hand experience with hand to hand attacks. More than once a drunken person in various level of armor had decided the healer must either be exceedingly wealthy or in need of a new missing tooth or ruptured organ. He had needed to learn to fight, and he had studied hard in this craft as well.

Upon reaching the fire mage a targeted punch landed in their throat, another tactic of distraction while also causing damage. Using the momentum he had gained he grabbed her wrist and flipped her onto her front. Placing a foot on her back to keep her from immediately pushing herself up he pulled the arm from its socket. A fire mage with use of only one arm was better than one with two. However he still kept hold of her wrist even as he did his best to prepare for the counter attack.

"Please stay down. I would hate to break your arms."

Elementals: The Scarred World (Semi-Open)

Alexander had continued his work right up until the ship landed and it was time to leave. Throwing on a simple brown cloak he had followed the others to the bar. Taking in the full scenery before him. It was downright comforting to see that the town and its people didn't lead vastly different lives. Points of commonality were always important in these situations.

Inside the bar he had swiftly ordered drinks for himself and the commander. Before they arrived however a group of mages decided to give everyone else a bad name. He had been content to sit back and mostly let this play out due to the commander's orders. That lasted right up until one of his charges was threatened.

"I think I understand the situation just fine. Allow me to apologize for the actions of my comrades." As he spoke he made a small motion to hopefully signal the students to look away.

Right after he stood up in an apparent motion to find something of value, he instead created a blinding flash of light meant to disorient but not harm. Using a laser to cut the head off the spear.

Ravenloft: Torches in the Night

It was at that point the full reality of the situation hit her. Without so much as a word Eranah stood up and went to stand outside. Moving to the side of the building she sat against the side of the building. Inside she was downright petrified and sobbing but outwordly she only looked up to the sky. She knew she would be ok eventually, but never before had she been separated from both home and the strength knowing she would inevitably return provide. She may die, but always she returned to the astral sea, reborn to serve Ilmater again as many times as was needed. Now, in a place removed from the gods themselves, she had no way to be sure. The ending of all that she was was a possibility. It was the worst possible thing she could imagine.

Ravenloft: Torches in the Night

Eranah hadn't wanted to be rude when she received the shot.

"Thank you, and it is nothing. I am a cleric after all." With that she threw the shot back...and immediately it threatened to come right back up. Holding it down with a series of coughs such that she actually hunched forward she tried to keep the burning in her throat and gut down. She couldn't even speak for a good while as it merely burned and her body wanted nothing more than to get rid of every trace of it.

"Now I know suffering." She said quietly once she caught her breath, straightening up again with her eyes growing wider as Lammy asked for a second shot. As much as she knew she shouldn't, she knew that it would be rude to not follow his example.

"One for myself as well please."

Ravenloft: Torches in the Night

"And you must be Miss Hopestone. We were hoping you might be able to tell us about why or how exactly we ended up here. I wouldn't assume you know how to get us back home, but any information would be helpful." Eranah asked as she watched the woman, a look of minor concern crossing her features as the woman cursed, hearing the joints pop. She clearly must have been in some level of pain. She couldn't help herself. Reaching out and laying a hand on the woman's shoulder. In the back of her mind she figured there was not time like the present to see if her powers still worked, but it was only a very small thought.

Focusing a bit she quickly worked to ease the pain and hopefully even help her ease of movement in a longer term. It wouldn't be permanent, there was nothing to stop old age from taking its course in the end. However, if she could even give the woman an hour or two of being able to move around somewhat easier it would be worth it. As soon as she was done the hand left the woman's shoulder as her expression remained concerned, but less so than before.

Elementals: The Scarred World (Semi-Open)

"Don't worry about offending me. You wouldn't be the first community to mistrust magic users. In fact if I had to list them all you'd be one of the more tolerant societies I've seen. Though that's only based on your diplomats and military, plenty of time to be pelted with stones and have threats of tarring and feathering hurled at me." He replied with a cheerful grin and a chuckle. He had long learned to let such things go.

"In any case, I can always render more traditional aid. If you have a more dedicated medical area on the ship, I'd prefer to be there. Either to let the others see what I can do first hand, or at least to sew up their cuts and ice their bruises."

Ravenloft: Torches in the Night

"May I ask what happened here? I saw the signs of some sort of battle, but I'd like to know more if you can help with that." Eranah said as she walked in, struggling to keep herself from going from person to person. The archer was clearly in a bad place mentally, though from what exactly she had no idea. The pain of others less adept in concealing it crying out to her and drowning out most else. She stood firm however, there would be plenty of time for her to work with the others later. For now, getting a grasp of at least the basic situation was more pressing.