Healer's Field

[Mellira/Ilyra]

Mellira, limping heavily from a recent leg wound incurred in Pelgartha, wandered through the wide field. She had seen such grasses before - waist high and piercing. Had she been looking for those spikey weeds, she would have been happy. Instead, Mellira was insearch of herbs that grew only in grass fields. Herbs she would need if she was to heal herself so she could walk again.

In the war on Fyia, she had been an early casuality, fighting with Mequidra, an old adversary whom she had attacked first. (Of course, to Mellira's mind, the whole thing was completely justified considering Mequidra had tried to change her into a shape shifter.) Gai, also, was angry with her, and she was afraid of him. She had fought with him at the Military Academy, then, helped to reek havoc on his date with Shimmer in Palgarthia. She had very few allies, ever fewer friends. Perhaps, Bonu, but he was back in the battle... no, Mellira was alone.

She stumbled across the herbs, swearing. Her leg gave, and she colapts, her leg a fire. Falling, she felling to her knees and began to eat the herb. Drifting off, she became delerious, and fell into a new demension.

Falling, Falling, Falling. She landed in a soft bed. Not of leaves, not of sweet pine, a bed of the sheets of her childhood. Lavender, camomile, loverage, lemon. Her bed had been sweet. She was six again, sweating with a fever. Her mother was dieing. She was dieing everything was faiding.

Mellira awoke in a sweat.

[Araxis]

((Erk! I re-thought what I wanted Longshanks to be and how I wanted to role-play him. He still looks the same though.))

Llafrodedd Angantirr--better known as Longshanks--began his descent to the planet below. Leaping lightly out of his lifeboat and spreading his broad black wings, he dropped slowly in a prolonged fall to Fyia's surface. It took a long while before his booted feet finally thudded heavily on the carpet of emerald grass, creating fair-sized boot-shaped dents in the soft earth. He smiled as he looked about at the various forms of life; birds singing brightly, the flowers and various other forms of shrubs and greenery. It was good to be back on a planet again, out of that rabbit warren of stark metal corridors of his starship. The Orion breathed in the fresh air of these alien fields, folded his ravenesque wings, and set off to the west, whistling a cheerful tune from his homeworld, Arcadia.

Lost in his pondering about how he might go about hunting down and eradicating the las t of the Cython, Longshanks was rather shocked when his knee suddenly gave way in a fit of agony. He rolled as he fell, thinking that perhaps he had been shot by some unkown source, and came back up with his sword drawn, gazing about warily. But there was no one around him. Looking down at his knee to asses the damage, the Orion could find no presence of an injury, and realized that his empathy must be registering the pain of another being.

Favoring the smarting knee--it was difficult to train oneself to remember that the pain was but an illusion brought about by his empathic abilities--Longshanks began searching for the source of the pain he was feeling. In moments, he had located a woman sleeping in the greenery. Her slumber seemed uneasy, however, for she tossed about, and her face was slick with sweat. Suddenly her eyes snapped open.

Longshanks bowed slightly, spreading his wings in respect. "Good day. I am Llafrodedd Angantirr, more commonly known by the nickname Longshanks. Who do I have the pleasure of addressing?"

[Mellira/Ilyra]

Mellira looked up, rubbing her eyes and trying to ease herself into a sitting position. She studied the stranger with his black wings and his great height.

"I am Mellira Eliessien Sa Callara." She said, "Of Englerfield, Westerly and recently, Palgartha. I give you greatings stranger."

[Araxis]

Longshanks sat down carefully, across from Mellira and favoring his smarting leg; he was still finding it difficult to ignore the pain his empathy was picking up from her. Scratching his bearded chin and arching one eyebrow (though the expression was hidden beneath his lengthy bangs), the Orion asked curiously, "Might I inquire why you are sleeping in the midst of these fields alone and with an injured leg? I do find it a rather curious thing. Perhaps I could be of assistance?" Though he now sat upon the ground, his height was such that he still looked down in order to speak to her.

[Mellira/Ilyra]

Mellira studied Longshanks. “Have you heard there is a war on Fyia now?” She asked, glibly, then, without waiting for a reply, she launched into her tale. “I was involved in the first deadly battle. Kruck, he’s sort of crazy, well, he started the battle and I walked right into it. I had a clear shot at a former enemey, the shape-shifter, Mequidra, and I took it with my bow. However, somehow, Mequidra knew I was shooting him, and managed to dodge the killing blow for a while. He had long enough to aim for my heart and shoot. I jumped from the way, but the blast hit my knee. I blacked out for a while, and when I came to, I managed to limp away to an airship and fly here. It dumped me outside of the field. I just came to collect herbs.”

Of course, with my injury, i didn't get very far. i wound up here, injured and alone in the field.

[DrivS/DarkUmbra]

"heHeHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!"

DrivS laughed wildly as he poured a can of gas on the grass below, and struck a match. The gas had now been poured over nearly half the field. So involved was the imp that he did not notice the others. He dropped the match, and the feild went up in flames. DrivS included. Passing out, he began to be charred to a crisp. The field burned and burned.

[Mellira/Ilyra]

looking past Longshanks, Mellira swore.

"Look behind you. The grass is on fire. You have to help me. We have to run."

[Araxis]

Longshanks felt the presence of another being behind him, an insane elation, and he followed Mellira's gaze back behind his shoulder. "Futz," he swore. For a moment he felt the flames licking up around his body through his empathy, but as the imp passed out, and the phantom heat disappeared, Longshanks turned his attention back to Mellira. Her knee was still injured, and the Orion felt it unlikely that she would be able to run quickly enough to escape the enroaching flames. Longshanks stood up and almost faltered from the pain in his leg, and realized that, though he despised the device, perhaps it would be best if he turned on his neural inhibitor and cut off his empathy, and so he did. Immediately, all traces of the pain disappeared as if it had never been.

"I hope you don't mind being carried," Longshanks stated, "because that fire's spreading quickly, and I fear that with your injury you may not be able to move fast enough to escape it." He stooped beside Mellira and picked her up, favoring her injured knee, and with her securely in his arms, he loped off into the distance, away from the fire, his gait swift and smooth. After several minutes running thusly, he determined that perhaps they were far enough away from the fire to be safe, and deposited Mellira on the soft grass gently, taking care with her knee. Straightening back up, the Orion turned to observe the glow in the distance that marked the spreading fire. Looking down at Mellira, he asked, "There is still another being passed out within that fire; would you mind if I left you for a moment to remove him from his fell predicament? Even if he started the fire, I do not feel that he deserves to die. . . ."

[Mellira/Ilyra]

Mellira looked away at the indignity of her situation, but she let herself be hoisted to the Orien's shoulder. She glanced at Drivs and shook her head. This pyro deserved to die, she felt, but she would not tell her rescuer. SHe had enough to do, holding her suplies togeather as the fleed.

[Araxis]

Longshanks scratched his beard, as Mellira gave no answer to his query. She seemed to think otherwise about what the imp deserved from her silence, but the Orion was uncertain of this without his empathy. Nevertheless, his sense of honor prevented him from just leaving the thing there in the fire, and so he dashed as swiftly as he could on his long shanks, leaping over the raging flames with help from his ravenesque wings to where the imp lay prone. Picking it up by the scruff of the neck, he returned just as swiftly to Mellira's position, taking no longer than half a minute in all. Keeping the charred creature at arm's length away from himself, he gave it a vigorous shake, and, uopn observing how small flakes of ash drifted down from it like black snow as he did so, Longshanks rethought his actinos and held it still. The stench of burnig flesh began to pervade the air, and Longshanks laid the imp on the ground, squatted down on his haunches between it and Mellira, and began to beat his wings slowly in order to flush the pervasive smell away, and at the same time he began poking the imp with his sword. "Bloody little bugger. He may not deserve death, but his actions definitely require a bit of recompense." Looking over at Mellira quizzically, he grinned and asked "Might you have any suggestions for punishment?"

[Gen]

The young girl stood on the edge of a grassy bluff
overlooking the field that was steadily becoming
engulfed in flames, her radiant black hair unbound and
flowing eloquently behind her. She wore a slight half
smile on her face and at the same time, there were
tears steadily filling her eyes. Her thin frame made her
extra vulnerable to the biting cold winds which were
pushing through the area at the time. The wind
pushed against her body, caressing her in a way that
was oddly comforting. The extra fabric on her long
sleeves was blowing carelessly in the wind as if a flag
of some sort. She shivered involuntarily and bit the
inside of her lip. The scene below was very
interesting. It seemed that there were two people
injured, but one les so than the other. And then a
strange little man who decided to come and light a
fire? He didn’t even leave before dropping the match.
None of it made a lick of sense. But it wasn’t Thræin’s
problem. Hers was much larger.

She stepped towards the very edge of the cliff and
leaned into the wind, taking a deep breath and
spreading her arms out like a diver before a jump. And
that was just what she did next. She could feel her
heart pounding in her ears as the adrenaline filled her
bloodstream. She closed her eyes and continued her
silent path downwards. Always down.

Down, down, down, touching the rose so red . . .

Of course, unlike the child’s song which had been sung
to her by her mother as a small child, the rose that she
was envisioning was a deathly crimson color. Not the
soft reds of the ones growing in her own garden. But
that was another time, another world . . .

The expression on her face softened and she brought
her arms into her body, starting to fall vertically instead
of at the horizontal pace which she had been taking
earlier. She cracked her eyes open and noticed that
she had about thirty feet left until she was dead. Her
smile widened and she did a slight somersault in the
air before allowing her wings to come forward and
stretch. They were the black color of her hair and
blended in with amazing accuracy. She flexed them
and then took off, soaring around the field and
continuing to watch the three with a mixture of pity,
curiosity, and abhorrence.

[DrivS/DarkUmbra]

DrivS jumped to his feet, observed the charred reamains of the feild, and himself, and immediately began jumping up and down as his grin broadenned. He waved his arms and ran around in circles.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!! SOOOOOO COOL!!!!!!!!! HEY!!!! WHO ARE YOU?! HAHAHAHAHAHAHHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

DrivS ran right up to the winged creature. His height paled in comparison, but what's height anyway? Seeing as the creature had left his sword tilted down, DrivS jumped on top of it. From his new vantage point, DrivS came almost up to the creature's chest. DrivS reached his magenta arm into his gray vest, and pulled out a plum, or four cherri bombs, what's the diff anyway? He lit them, and let them go off in his hands.

[glow=yellow,2,300][shadow=red,left,300]BAM!!!! POP!!! THWA-BAP!!!! ZIZZZZ. . . [/shadow][/glow][glow=yellow,2,300][shadow=red,left,300]BOOM!!!!!![/shadow][/glow]

[Prokhorov]

Gwythyr calmly watched the imp attacking the tall creature, as he walked over the field calming the fires and putting them out, soothingly, as if comforting a small child.

"Who are they?" he asked the elf-maid.

[Araxis]

"Futz!" Longshanks swore as the bombs burst around him, and he fell back a pace. This imp was insane; he'd been passed out just moments ago, charred and seemingly somewhat heftily injured, and now he was running about as if he hadn't been hurt at all. " Don't do that again," the Orion said tersely, brushing ashes from his black trench coat. "And stop running around and laughing like that, it's rather irritating." He grinned as he reached out to catch hold of the imp's collar; despite its obnoxiousness, the small creature was amusing after a fashion.

[Mellira/Ilyra]

Mellira sighed. She felt confused, and she was in a wash of pain. Despite the Orien's gentle care for her injured knee, it still throbbed from the movement, although not as much as it might have had she walked herself.
Turning to her rescuer, and the megenta trouble maker, she shrugeed. "I think we should flay him alive." She suggested. Then, watching his explosives, she realized that would be dangerious. "No, wait, don't flay him, freeze him. Or take away that vest and all his explosives. Then, put him on ice. I think that would suit rather nicely."
To Gwythr, who seemed somewhat like a lingering dream through the pain, she murmurred, "The tall one is Longshanks, a healer, and the imp is just crazy. Thank you, though, for taking care of the fires."

Then, feeling overwhelmed, she unstrung her bow, and reached for her bedroll. She lay back against it, wishing she could just sleep without worrying about waking up charred to a crisp from the imp.