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Meleck
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Saw the Space Opera advert and started singing, "and these dreams, they all seem empty, like my concious seem to be. I've spent hours, Only lonely..."
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People confess to me all the time. I’m a faith leader. There is very little the surprises me any more.
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Was just called a Boomer. Just remember I will retire before you and my music did not have Beber in it.
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Was just called a Boomer. Just remember I will retire before you and my music did not have Beyer in it!
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Interested, as I read this far..
Good to see activity! My work here was good.
At they fled, Cilia was filled with emotions - Fear, Anger, despair, wonder, grief, and many others all at the same time. She could feel the pain in her arm throbbed as they ran. Each heart beat letting her know she was still alive. She was grateful that the bleeding had stopped. Not even realizing the wonder of how her body could heal itself. The swords and shells did not give her much time to think. She still not bleeding was a good sign at the moment, and she would take any hope she could fine.
As they were running through the city making their escape, Cilia kept her eyes open for things that were small and would be useful. She collected just small things that she could hold or tuck into her blouse. A hand axe dropped in the dirt from a tradesman. It was a weapon that she thought she could use. She claimed a dagger and water skin that was thrown when one of those evil shells exploded killing their owner. A wrap of jerky from outside a butcher’s shop, dropped by someone cut down by an undead warrior. If she would try to stop to grab something larger, Snow would push her on with words or step on what she was trying to grab to get her to move forward and away from the danger.
As Cilia did this, she felt conflicted, knowing that they needed the items and knowing they were not hers. In her mind, even the dead needed to be paid back. She would have to ask Ferris and Snow what would be appropriate to pay back to those whose things she had picked up. Living right now was what was important.
Towards the end of the run, Cilia worried that the Barrister might be struggling. He was in good shape, but running distances was not something that Barrister’s did often. When he stopped at the large rock, she was glad. Her breath was coming in pants and her feet, wound, and side were hurting. Running for any length of time takes a toll on the body. With big breaths between each word she answered his question in her own way, “Water, food,” she panted a couple breaths then continued, “salt, and hide for a bit.”
In her mind water was the most important thing they needed. They were hot and she had seen people die from sweating from fevers. She knew from experience that if they did not drink enough their leg muscles would start cramping and they would not be able to walk tomorrow. This also was common for people with the fever.
She held out the water skin for the others to drink from, hoping it was holding water, not oil or something worse. She would drink last as she wanted to drain the whole thing at that moment. Once she had drunk a bit of oil because of the hunger she had felt and she learned an important life lesson. The laxative action was intense and oil tastes awful. She wanted to die from the cramping the oil caused and from the teasing by the older street people. This made her think that they were all probably dead or as good as dead. She started to cry quietly for them, wiping the tears with the back of her hands. She tried to pass out strips of the jerky, cutting it with the knife into long thin slices. When she and her friends were breathing normally, she ate last and only a little. She was use to being hungry and she wanted to make sure the rations to last till they got to where ever Fergus wanted them to go.
Her body was telling her to find a cistern to find more clean water and to allow them to rest for a bit in the coolness. But she would stay with the group either way.
Andrew Richard Whitewood III
Obnoxiously early in the morning, according to at least two of the riders, eight riders were being placed on a farm wagon to make the ride to the mine. It was the only thing that Andrew and the red hair girl were going to agree about for the entire day. Brom was placed on the bench so he could see what he was dealing with, the driver stood at the driving board, an archer rode behind the engineer, a swordsman at the back, the scribe and the two girls, Brom's servant boy was placed up on the bench with Brom, and then finally the glass blower. In a basket there was breakfast, fresh hot bread and sweet roles and fruit and dried meat. The women brought three small chests with clothing enough clothes to keep them in dresses for the next week. Then finally a large chest with blankets, pillows, and some finery was loaded. It was heavy. The last chest was the reason the Abbot had to ride his horse. But it meant that everyone on the wagon would a place to sleep tonight and a place to sit on the ride. There was room for the engineer to bring some equipment as they also were hauling new picks and shovels for the miners.
Andrew's horse was saddled, despite his protest and some profanity. He was to ride it to the mine and back. In his saddle bag was a book on different plants, one on birds, and a newly copied prayer book that Scribe Drom had copied for him.
As they rode with the river trail, climbing the town started to wake.
When jaida got the news, the first thing she did was to rush to the guard that was feeling the effect of fluid loading. The man was sweating profusely. "He needs to lie down for a while," she commanded to the others there like she had some authority. She took her hand and placed it on the man's chest. His heart beat was still strong. That was a good sign.
The human body is amazing in how it deals with water. Water crosses membranes in the mouth, the intestines, through the capillaries in the kidneys and the skin. She placed her hands on his back as he labored to breath. One over the lungs. She closed her eyes and slow drew the fluid from his lungs. She swallowed a few times, then coughed spitting out fluid with crud from his lungs. She then moved her hands to his kidneys and started the process there. The man would would not have control of himself. The human kidneys could take off fluid quickly, even faster when her magic was applied to it. Each heart beat pushed the water out of his body and as the water left his blood, the heart beat grew stronger.
Jaida was glad that she had not killed the man. She realized that she came closer to it than she thought. That was the nature of water, it was powerful and got stronger over time. This meant that it was less forgiving when given time to work.
As she was escorted out of the building, she walked through one of the gardens. She saw what she thought was the queen standing in the window watching. She knew what this was like, every woman from a child to adult worries about those they love.
In the garden was a fountain, Jaida put her hand in the water and swirled it. Making sure there was no one near by, she made the water rise like two nymphs and swirl like they were dancing. After a couple moments, she made a dolphin and made it jump into the air landing back in the water a few times. Then she made a romanticized image of the royal family rise from the water. Then she let the water fall back into the pool, and sat on a bench with her eyes closed for a few moment, resting from the exertion.
Jaida frowned. The queen.... She didn’t even speak to her. She had the orders to search for the element but...
She sat on the cot watching the door towards the guard station. One guard sat on a wooden bench watching her. She closed her eyes and gently started to call the water in the air to the man.
That was the beautiful thing about water, it was was quiet and relentless just like her will. She let the water start to fill his lungs and then his body. It would take hours for the man to start to swell slowly. Then a little later, the skin would start to weep. So slowly, the man would sleep until his skin started to rupture.
She didn’t want to kill the man, she wanted him to drop the keys or even better need help from someone. If she wanted him dead, she would have makes the leather straps and belt he wore wet so that it would constrict him.
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