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Elementals: The Scarred World (Semi-Open)

Alexander swiftly repaired Silvana's injury before moving over to Joey. The shout of the storm shifting causing Alexander to audibly sigh. That meant none of this was going to be over.

"Get out there and help Silvana. Right now you aren't one hundred percent but you are certainly able to get out there and work." He poked against her injury lightly, knowing it would cause a certain amount of pain.

"If at any point the pain becomes worse than it is now, tell a crewman and get them to come find me. Understood?" As soon as he finished the first sentence he released the pressure on the injury. While he was sure that there were others doing more in single moments, Alexander knew he would have to further ration his own energy. Every new patient was anywhere from seconds to possibly hours of continuous work. He couldn't rely on every crew member only coming in with concussions and broken bones. One impaled crew member or severed limb and suddenly he may very well not sleep that night as he continuously dealt with the dual problems of keeping them alive and repairing large amounts of tissue.

"Your injury isn't life threatening, but I will heal it. I can't promise this won't hurt, but time seems to be our enemy."

With that he quickly used his power to set and re-knit the bone. Knowing that even with the anesthetic his magic naturally provided, moving a rib in the human body was likely to cause a lot of pain, depending on how bad the break was. Luckily this one would feel less like getting run through with a sword and more like being stuck with a particularly large needle. As he worked he spoke to a soldier aiding him.

"How are our medical supplies looking? I know most ships don't dedicate much space or supplies to medical care, I assume airships to be even worse in this regard."

Ravenloft: Torches in the Night

"I see no reason to disallow you from joining us. Eranah, cleric of The One Who Endures." She said, preferring to go with the longer version of the name this time, the symbol on her chest standing out as she looked over their newest companion. Her Deva heritage in no way hidden or concealed.

"We should only be so lucky that this trip is short. Though I doubt luck is on our side to begin with in this case." She commented as they all continued to the city, deciding to take a closer look at the dead outside the city. Trying to figure out how they might have died. While likely by battle there were many ways one could die in a siege, whether disease or the defenders riding out to defeat their attackers, each method was unique. It might also reveal something about the makeup of this nation, even if she didn't know its name.

Elementals: The Scarred World (Semi-Open)

"Of course, though if this continues much longer I may need to start using less magical medicine. Not often I have to work on so many so quickly." Alexander replied smiling as he looked over Silvana's injury. Starting to channel some energy into the wound.

"What about you Joey, mind telling me about your injury. Would save a lot of time when I finish with this." He asked, focusing mostly on the energy he was still channeling as skin and veins knitted themselves back together.

Ravenloft: Torches in the Night

Eranah had exactly had a moment to do a bit of introspection. But once Lily pointed it out, she could feel it. There was always a bit of what Lily must now have been feeling, being a Deva, she had lived in the realm of Ilmater, as such entering the human world always caused a bit of a pit and feeling of disconnect. However this was something orders more intense. She was not only disconnected directly from the realm of Ilmater, it was a disconnect from any feeling of his presence at all. It was troubling, and in no small extent distressing. Her eyes growing a little wider and her breathing picking up as she tried to keep her composure for at least the sake of the others.

"Yes, I feel it too. The gods are not with us. They likely can neither hear nor see us." It was then she looked onto the broken battlefield, the lingering pain she felt in the area mirroring her own internal distress.

"I don't think going to the city is a good idea, but without anything better it seems to be our only option." She kept her eye to the sentries on the wall though, watching for any sign of attack or alarm.

Ravenloft: Torches in the Night

As Eranah and her companions were transported she couldn't help the worry that hit here. It was however swiftly replaced with biting cold, doing all she could to warm herself up in her chainmail armor she looked over to her companions.

"By Ilmater, I hate being randomly transported." The Deva said, sitting down briefly in the snow as she caught her bearings. Victor walking up had her doing little more than standing up. Ilmater's symbol not at all hidden on the chest of her armor as she faced him.

"Greetings, we are no foes of yours. As for where we are, your guess would be as good as ours. I am Eranah." She replied, giving a small bow.

Ravenloft: Torches in the Night

Character Sheet:

Name: Eranah

Gender: Female

Age: While appearing to be about 24, she has lived innumerable lifetimes and has simply ceased counting the years she has actually existed.

Race: Deva

Class: Cleric

Abilities: The area where she most excels is healing and aiding others. The gifts granted to her by The One Who Endures encompass both his boundless compassion and fiery wrath. With magic to heal and buff others while also having spells at her disposal which would tear enemies asunder or make them more open to the attacks of others for the pain and suffering they have brought to this world. She is also incredibly intelligent and wise, excelling at understanding even the most difficult concepts of scholasticism due in large part to her effective immortality. In order to better connect with her god she has also learned the arts of diplomacy and empathy with all living things. Learning how to use a kind word and open arms to heal the wounds which rest below the surface.

Alignment: Lawful Good (In this case the law being followed is not that of the world but instead of The Lord on the Rack Ilmater)

Appearance: Standing tall at 6'3" and thin at 165 lbs she is by no means outside the norm of her species. White lines form intricate symbols across the entirety of her body, her skin blue with eyes of pure white. Despite these features many humans would consider her very beautiful as would be expected of a Deva. Her hair kept at a medium length it's color pure white to match the symbols covering her body.

Personality: She is kind and generous to a fault. Keeping only those positions required to aid her in her mission. Her duty and honor is to live up to the ideals of The Crying God. To aid those who are in need and punish those who bring great suffering upon others. It is this which defines her and works for the time she has been "alive". Every action and word carefully chosen to further the alleviation of suffering from those who bring it upon others. She also shares many traits that exist among the Deva, enjoying the creation of art and following the angelic motifs of said art.

Inventory: Aside from the standard Adventuring kit she keeps only chainmail armor for her own defense and the symbol of Ilmater (the white hands bound with a blood red cord). Knowing the power of Ilmater can carry her through even the worst of troubles. She also keeps some supplies for drawing including paper and writing/drawing implements. All of her clothes are fine clothing, looking much nicer than the standard clothes expected of an adventurer. She wishes to be presentable at all times and takes great care to maintain cleanliness.

History: She has spent most of her time on this plane as a wandering healer and priest. Doing all she can to aid the sick, dying, poor, and oppressed. Her works are numerous but often small, healing a farmer, providing gold to the poor, sharing food with the hungry, and on occasion freeing slaves from their cruel masters. She also has been known to provide counseling to humans and aid to wounded animals. The only people she will attack are those who would harm others, and even then she knows to stay her hand from needless slaughter. It is often hard for her to focus on the world around her in cities as the amount of suffering can become unbearable, driving her to need others around her to keep her from simply moving from person to person in order to render aid. She can give the appearance of being unfocused and cryptic in some of the things she says, all she aims to do though is help.

Ravenloft: Torches in the Night

Character Sheet:

Name: Eranah

Gender: Female

Age: While appearing to be about 24, she has lived innumerable lifetimes and has simply ceased counting the years she has actually existed.

Race: Deva

Class: Cleric

Abilities: The area where she most excels is healing and aiding others. The gifts granted to her by The One Who Endures encompass both his boundless compassion and fiery wrath. With magic to heal and buff others while also having spells at her disposal which would tear enemies asunder or make them more open to the attacks of others for the pain and suffering they have brought to this world. She is also incredibly intelligent and wise, excelling at understanding even the most difficult concepts of scholasticism due in large part to her effective immortality. In order to better connect with her god she has also learned the arts of diplomacy and empathy with all living things. Learning how to use a kind word and open arms to heal the wounds which rest below the surface.

Alignment: Lawful Good (In this case the law being followed is not that of the world but instead of The Lord on the Rack Ilmater)

Appearance: Standing tall at 6'3" and thin at 165 lbs she is by no means outside the norm of her species. White lines form intricate symbols across the entirety of her body, her skin blue with eyes of pure white. Despite these features many humans would consider her very beautiful as would be expected of a Deva. Her hair kept at a medium length it's color pure white to match the symbols covering her body.

Personality: She is kind and generous to a fault. Keeping only those positions required to aid her in her mission. Her duty and honor is to live up to the ideals of The Crying God. To aid those who are in need and punish those who bring great suffering upon others. It is this which defines her and works for the time she has been "alive". Every action and word carefully chosen to further the alleviation of suffering from those who bring it upon others. She also shares many traits that exist among the Deva, enjoying the creation of art and following the angelic motifs of said art.

Inventory: Aside from the standard Adventuring kit she keeps only chainmail armor for her own defense and the symbol of Ilmater (the white hands bound with a blood red cord). Knowing the power of Ilmater can carry her through even the worst of troubles. She also keeps some supplies for drawing including paper and writing/drawing implements. All of her clothes are fine clothing, looking much nicer than the standard clothes expected of an adventurer. She wishes to be presentable at all times and takes great care to maintain cleanliness.

History: She has spent most of her time on this plane as a wandering healer and priest. Doing all she can to aid the sick, dying, poor, and oppressed. Her works are numerous but often small, healing a farmer, providing gold to the poor, sharing food with the hungry, and on occasion freeing slaves from their cruel masters. She also has been known to provide counseling to humans and aid to wounded animals. The only people she will attack are those who would harm others, and even then she knows to stay her hand from needless slaughter. It is often hard for her to focus on the world around her in cities as the amount of suffering can become unbearable, driving her to need others around her to keep her from simply moving from person to person in order to render aid. She can give the appearance of being unfocused and cryptic in some of the things she says, all she aims to do though is help.

Refuge of the Forgotten

Johhny nodded and said goodbye as his guests left. Leaving him to finish his breakfast in peace. After making an offering to his godly family he got up to walk around the series of smaller groves to talk with the children of the various nature gods and spirits. He found it handy to speak with them often to see how things were going and if they perhaps had anything they wanted to rework. A few wanted to expand their gardens but he advised against it without similar growth for all the other areas. He didn't want any particular set of demigods to feel greater or lesser than another.

Refuge of the Forgotten

As was I kind of.

Refuge of the Forgotten

Johnny couldn't help but laugh heartily at Simon's suggestion. Far as he was concerned it was a great joke.

"A shot in the foot is the demigod's equivalent of pulling somebody's hair." He said still chuckling before calming down and responding to Michael still having to hold himself back from laughing.

"You can't expect trust where respect doesn't come before. Even if they didn't openly fight, their disrespect and mistrust would fester in silence. Exploding in a far worse display than what we saw today. Better to let them fight in ways that are smaller so that they at least know where they stand with one another in my opinion. If nothing else so we know who not to team together. There are plenty of demigods here. As for parental involvement, mine won't become directly involved until either they or Japan itself are forced to become involved. Every one of the shinto gods and their children, myself included, would be perfectly happy to remain at home if we could. But both I and my father realize the conflict will inevitably involve us, I am to try and contain the situation. By whatever means are necessary."