Zyngard

Caravan: Resurrection

Ilruvae nods, letting the compress disappear for easier convenience, although he stays nearby the man in case he’s needed. “So, who’s the man then?” He says tiredly, eyes flicking over the man’s clothes and wounds.

Caravan: Resurrection

Ilruvae took a moment to glare at Daelin, holding a hand near the man’s wound as a focus to help him, well, focus. “The hell do you think I’m doing? And before you get your trousers in a twist, you would do well to remember, as the Captain said, not everyone is ready for attack from damn toothed dogs every hour of the day. We were surprised, and made it through rather well. If you’re done making the rest of us feel guilty we aren’t pillars of positive attitude, perhaps you could find some way to help get this guy stable!”

Caravan: Resurrection

Ilruvae gave a groan, pulling himself up off the ground (giving a nod of thanks to the Captain as he did) and back over to Neale, wordlessly flicking his gaze over to see if the man received any new injuries, concentrating on keeping that compress up, a small headache forming from that random encounter.

Caravan: Resurrection

Ilruvae gave a small grin, although somewhat terrified of his current position, and thanking the stars it didn’t surprise him enough to drop the compress, then glanced at the javelin, concentrating his energy to shove it into the beast further, from there simply taking a defensive stance, not wanting to drop the compress even if it meant a bit of injury himself, the tide seemed to be turning.

Caravan: Resurrection

From there, Ilruvae's eyes flick over down to the fallen teeth, and chunks of stone, grinning. Small enough... he spares a little concentration from keeping Neale in his grasp to pick up the teeth and chuck them at the one trying to tear at the knight's armored feet, specifically at his hind haunches, trying to distract it.

Caravan: Resurrection

Ilruvae groaned "Of course there has to be a complication. Because the beasts just have to come out right now." He keeps up the pressure on the knight's wound, pulling out a rock from before and quickly steps back from the beasts gnashing teeth, dropping the rock, and concentrating a bit to shoot it at and into the beasts mouth, now that he's done what he could, working more on using his arcane energy to help lift the injured knight, he was honestly more efficient at using arcane energy to do things rather than his own physical energy. Part of being an Eldi, he supposed. And also part of not focusing on strength.

Caravan: Resurrection

Ilruvae slowly takes over for the compress as Flin lets up, his compress looking rather simple, just a thin layer of magic exerting force into the wound to prevent the blood flow from coming out. "Hey, um, Marilyn!" He called out absently "How's the door opening going?" He was strong enough to help lift the armored man, but it wasn't very easy to concentrate both on that and on keeping the compress on. If he had priorities, the first would be compress, then on lifting the wounded man.

Caravan: Resurrection

Ilruvae carefully carried the man, concentrating on holding the compress over the entire wound whenever Flin eventually let up in a certain area. He noticed Flin’s nod out of the corner of his eye and gave a return nod, focusing nearly entirely on keeping the compress up, didn’t want the man to bleed out.

He speaks absently, still focusing mostly on the compress “Flin, slowly let your compress up so I can take over. I’m an Eldi, I easily have the mana pools to hold this wound by myself for a while, and it’s better to only have one person distracted by keeping it in than two.”

Defiance

Aelih raises an eyebrow at the witches remark. Probably a witch anyways. ...mostly based on the hat. “Considering we’ve been together for maybe a quarter of an hour... besides, what I do know I doubt I would divulge to you. And if I were plotting to get rid of them, would I tell someone else?”

Caravan: Resurrection

Ilruvae looked up at the Captain calling out for Flin’s assistance, and joined Flin in rushing outside, hopping down onto the ground and running over to the wounded man. Looked like somebody hadn’t been friendly to him...

He watched as Flin treated the man, and raised an eyebrow, adding his own Arcane compress to the man’s wound, mostly to firm up the edges of what Flin was doing, and make sure that Flin didn’t let up. Pretty simple task, really. That done, he stepped over closer and prepared to help out carrying the man, on the other side of Flin