Yaneznayo

The Rebellion

"Sora... That's a beautiful name." Zech said in his most soothing voice
"I'm not going to hurt you, Sora. Nobody's going to cage you up again. You're safe."
He tried comforting the girl, putting a gentle hand on her arm and reaching out to wipe the tears from the sobbing girl's face.

Caldwell's Academy of Magical Talents and Draconic Arts- Second year

Ninkitty said
Anywhere will be good for me, but yes afternoon classes sound good lol.

I second that.

Galaxy at War: Tales of the Crimson Legion

should I continue waiting or force progress? we've already waited a week.

Medieval Kingdom

Uh guys this is where the healing aura comes in. Nobody dies because wounds are knitted together and all that. Also, Galen's kinda half consious as he spent like 95% of his life force casting 3 archmage level spells. :/

The Rebellion

Alan handed Zech a crutch and helped him to a more comfortable seated position on the bed. Zech sat still for a bit, listening to the ongoing fighting. Gunfire in the distance told tales of lives lost and freedom won. Cheers from some parts, screams of pain from others. The revolution was well underway. Propping himself up in a seated position with his arms behind him, he spoke to the bird girl. "Hey... What's your name, little one?"

Caldwell's Academy of Magical Talents and Draconic Arts- Second year

Yeah, Happy Thanksgiving everyone!

The Rebellion

Zech felt a pang of guilt when he saw the girl curled up with Davor. He began to think about all the lives lost in the battle for their freedom. He thought about the friendships ended, the loves lost, and the family members who would never see each other again. He held back tears of his own while Alan continued to patch up his leg.

"I've done all I can do, sir. The medinanobots will take care of the rest. You'll be on your feet in a few days."

"Thanks, Alan... and none of that 'sir' bullshit." He replied with a tired smile. Memories of countless faces flashed through his mind. How many had been killed? How many would suffer the same loss as this girl? Was the price of freedom worth it?
"You'd better go... Make sure to keep an eye on Finn... I get the feeling he doesn't like taking orders."

Galaxy at War: Tales of the Crimson Legion

if anyone is still here please respond.

The Rebellion

"Poor kid... She's probably got some major Stockholm syndrome." Alan noted. "Give her some space. She's as much a victim here as we are. Her cage was just more comfy."

One of the men stepped forward and spoke "Don't seem fair she gets to be the only one in comfort... Can't we get some 'comfort' of our own with her?" He said, eyeing the girl with a smirk.

Alan frowned and said "No. You're not needed here anymore. Go provide supporting fire to any groups who need it."

The smirk quickly turned into a scowl and he walked past the girl crouched near the dead sentinel. He muttered under his breath so she could hear "Soon, I'll get you to myself... Then we'll see how loud you can sing."

The men set up a perimeter, already pulling bodies to the side like they'd been doing all day. Alan quickly began to patch up Zane's crushed legs, keeping a respectful distance from the bird girl.

"NOW, Finn." Alan growled. When he lingered a bit too long around the girl.

Medieval Kingdom

Siret... It WAS her... The sight of his former captor made every muscle of his body lock up. His eyes widened and Galen dared not even blink. Memories flooded back into his mind of his years of torture under her persistent whip. Month upon month, the practitioner of ancient magics would flay the skin from his body and siphon his lifeblood, his mana from him. He along with several other wizards of varying strengths were held and bled this way, used as power generators for ancient machines.

The anger of those memories flooded through his body, reinvigorating his tired muscles and tapping into a deep well of power he usually reserved for dire situations. His eyes began to glow blue and runes burned themselves into the surrounding ground. A dull, pulsing drone penetrated the silence, reaching increasingly higher frequencies as his spell quickly gathered more and more power.

"GRACIOUS?! KIND?!" Galen roared. "YOU HAVE NO RIGHT! ENSLAVER OF MAGES, TORMENTOR OF WIZARDS!"
He bellowed at the raven as it flew away, thundering his anger of the atrocities committed years ago. With a shrill, high pitched whine, the circle of runes around him glowed brightly and channeled its energy into Galen. Using himself as a conduit to the incredible amount of power, he gave it purpose, simultaneously sending a bolt of raw magical energy to strike down the raven, casting a protective shroud on all the city, and establishing a strong healing aura within the castle.

By the time he had finished, crystallized remnants of the magic used littered the floor where the circle of runes stood, now burned out. He watched the dome form, centered on the castle and expanding to encompass the outskirts of the kingdom. He saw some of the remaining soldier's wounds begin to knit closed and color return to their faces. His eyes felt heavy, and his gaze dropped to his hands, most of their flesh consumed during the course of the casting, leaving mere bones wrapped in a thin layer of charred skin. His legs collapsed under the weight of his body, now lacking the muscle to support it. He wondered if his bolt had found its target as the floor rose to meet him.