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A painful aftermath.

(Subtitled: What was that again? What is stronger, word or sword?)

(by Tashala Tokani)

	
*** A few weeks before the happenings described here Tashala 
*** was lured into a trap by Xylia. The result of this ambush 
*** was that Tashala died to the swordhit of a demon that was 
*** controlled by an evil necromancer. The tip of the sword 
*** broke and although Rokoon granted Tashala a new body a 
*** shard of the blade remained still embedded in the wound, 
*** close to her heart. She felt miserable throughout all the 
*** time and one day when she woke she felt extremely sick and 
*** the following events happend: 

You tell Umbra: It's.... 
You tell Umbra: ...getting worse... 

Your shortdescription is now: Tashala lying on the chair. 

You feel that Umbra is mentally searching you. 
Do you want to help her by concentrating on Umbra? 
Ok, you establish the link. 

Umbra suddenly appears in a shower of amber sparks. 
Neco arrives in a puff of smoke. 

You whisper weakly in xyllic: Hello. 

You emote: Tashala holds her chest in pain. 

Umbra smiles worriedly at you. 
Umbra unwields a polished mahogany staff with a flamedance at the top. 
Umbra removes a left black glove. 
Umbra removes a right black glove. 
Umbra walks over to you. 
Umbra slowly kneels down next to you. 

You whisper weakly in xyllic: I felt it moving. 
You whisper weakly in xyllic: I was sleeping.. 

Umbra looks up to you. 

You whisper weakly in xyllic: .. and then woke up and it hurt badly 

Umbra slowly places her hand just above your chest, not touching yet. 

You emote: Tashala removes the blanket. 
Umbra sighs silently. 

You emote: Tashala opens her clothes a little. 

Umbra speaks quietly in xyllic: We should get a cleric to take a look at it. 

You emote: Tashala rubs softly around the inflammation. 

You whisper weakly in xyllic: Whatever.... 

You whisper weakly in xyllic: .. but please dont let me die...... 

You emote: Tashala whimpers. 
Umbra sighs silently. 
Umbra draws a slow breath, then she pulls back the sleeve of her robe. 

You whisper weakly in xyllic: It's worse than ever ..

Your head rolls to one side and you faint. 

You wake up again. 

You emote: Tashala breathes slowly. 
You emote: Tashala rears up shortly... then some ichor drips from the 
       wound in her chest. 
You groan silently. 

Umbra's lips escapes a painful gasp but she recovers instantly. 
Umbra concentrates, tiny droplets of sweat forming on her forehead. For a 
moment you think that the splinter may have moved away from your heart for 
the fraction of an inch. 

You groan. 
You emote: Tashala inhales deeply and holds her breathe. 
You emote: Tashala rips her eyes open. 
You whisper weakly in xyllic: ...a little.... better ..
You emote: Tashala exhales. 

Umbra quickly slips her hand into her lap pulling it into her sleeve. 
Umbra wears a right black glove on her right hand. 
Umbra wears a left black glove on her left hand. 

You emote: Tashala get a flask from under the cushion and drinks from it. 
You sigh. 

Umbra sings in xyllic: Do you want me to get them here? Demaris is awake, or 
should I bring you to the temple? 

You whisper weakly in xyllic: whatever 
Umbra's face looks a bit drained now. 

You emote: Tashala's eyes turn to the white side. 

Umbra seems to be slightly unaware of her surroundings for a moment. 

Your head rolls to the left and you faint again. 
You fall uncocnious 

Your shortdescription is now: Tashala (unconcious). 
Umbra slips her hands quickly under your form. 

** Umbra brings Tashala to the Temple of Rokoon in Padorn ** 


Umbra carries you in. 
Shiann stretches her legs and stands up gracefully. 

Your shortdescription is now: Tashala (unconcious). 
Shiann looks over at you worriedly. 

Umbra carefully sets you down. 
Shiann looks at you. 
Demaris looks at you. 
Demaris ponders the situation. 
Demaris sings in xyllic: This does look very serious indeed. 

You emote: Tashala's clothes slip open and you see a nasty 
           inflammation at her chest. 

Umbra speaks quietly in xyllic: She fainted just before I teleported. 
Demaris looks clinically at the wound. 
Shiann sings in xyllic: That's how she was before. 
Demaris sings in xyllic: Hmmm..infected... 
Demaris sings in xyllic: This is my first time seeing her. 
Shiann nods to Demaris. 
Umbra speaks quietly in xyllic: She said the shard had moved.. 
Demaris asks Umbra in xyllic: Has she also had a fever? 
Shiann sings to Umbra in xyllic: How so? 

Your shortdescription is now: Tashala is lying on the ground, unconcious. 

Umbra sings in xyllic: She must have been in a lot of pain,.. 
Umbra sings to Shiann in xyllic: I suspect there is some magic ... blood 
  magic or something like that working, it is attracted by life energies. 
Shiann sings to Umbra in xyllic: I had Raivn look at the sword... 
Umbra sings to Demaris in xyllic: She's been feverish over and over again, 
  one day better one worse.. 
Shiann sings in xyllic: .. the one with the missing tip. 
Umbra nods slowly to Shiann. 
Demaris sings slowly in xyllic: We can pray for healing, but I'm not sure we 
  can draw the shard out.. 
Demaris asks Shiann in xyllic: .. what do you think? 
Shiann sings to Umbra in xyllic: .. all he could find was it was from an animal 
  apendage..not a demon,
Shiann sings to Umbra in xyllic: but it was indeed strengthen by dark magic. 
Umbra sings to Demaris in xyllic: I can try to block the blood magic, she 
  just drank some potion that should help with that. 
Demaris nods quietly. 
Umbra raises her eyebrow at Shiann. 
Umbra rubs her chin. 
Shiann sings to Umbra in xyllic: That's what he found when he identified it. 
Umbra nods thankfully to Shiann. 
Umbra gets a white fur cloak from the bag. 
Demaris asks Shiann in xyllic: Have we a ritual for that? Or just lay hands 
  on her and pray? 

** A ritual will be performed, just not exactly what Demaris has in mind I fear. ** 

Umbra rolls her cloak into a cushion putting it under your head. 
Shiann sings to Demaris in xyllic: We could try and move it.. 
Shiann sings to Demaris in xyllic: but that could be dangerous..I'm not sure. 
Demaris nods to Shiann. 
Shiann sings in xyllic: also we could try and break the curse it is inflicting. 

Demaris sings in xyllic: I'm open to any suggestions you might have. 
Shiann sings in xyllic: but I'm not sure if it's a curse per se or 
  magic..which are different. 
Demaris nods to Shiann. 

You shiver slightly. 

Shiann sings to Umbra in xyllic: If I could a hold of it with a miracle, if 
you could seal off the blood magic somehow..

You emote: Tashala opens her eyes. 
Shiann sings in xyllic: maybe we could just take it out...without it 
  infecting other areas. 
Umbra nods slowly to Shiann. 
Demaris nods to Shiann. 

You emote: Tashala looks around confusedly. 
You whisper weakly in xyllic: where.... 
You whisper weakly in xyllic: who... 

Demaris smiles at you. 
You emote: Tashala looks from one to another. 
Shiann sings to you in xyllic: You are alright, you are in the Rokoon temple. 
Demaris sings in xyllic: You are at the Temple of Rokoon, Tashala. 
Shiann comforts you. 

You sigh relievedly. 
Demaris smiles at you. 
Shiann sings to Demaris in xyllic: can you help me bless her.. 
Demaris sings in xyllic: We will pray to Rokoon to remove the shard that is 
  infecting you. 
Demaris nods to Shiann. 
Demaris chants a prayer to her deity. 
Shiann sings to Demaris in xyllic: if she has alot of Rokoon's strength I'd 
  think that'd help 
Umbra whispers softly in xyllic: Better to act now than wait much longer. 
Demaris blesses you in the name of Rokoon. 
You hear a falcon cry in the distance. 

You emote: Tashala swallows deeply. 
Shiann chants a prayer to her deity. 
You whisper weakly in xyllic: my throat... 

Shiann blesses you in the name of Rokoon. 
You hear a falcon cry in the distance. 
Demaris holds her idol of Rokoon over you and says: I bless you in the 
  name of Rokoon! May he spread his his wings over you and protect you 
  against all evil. May his face shine upon you granting you protection
  and long life. 

** Long life is nice, but not under these conditions! ** 

Suddenly you hear the cry of a falcon flying overhead. 

You emote: Tashala reaches for her throat. 
You whisper weakly in xyllic: its dry. 

Umbra sings to you in xyllic: Do you have the rest of the potion? 
Demaris gets a waterskin (1l) from the bandolier. 

You emote: Tashala looks at the flask in her hand. 
Umbra sings to you in xyllic: You should drink it now, you won't be able to 
  use magic for a while, but it will help. 

You whisper weakly in xyllic: A little bit is left. 
Umbra nods softly. 
Demaris sings in xyllic: I have water, if needed. 
Umbra looks at the green glassbottle. 

You whisper weakly in xyllic: im thristy. 
Umbra's fingers move around, tracing magical patterns. 
You recognize the spell as water. 

You cough. 
Shiann opens a cylindrical leather case. 
Shiann gets a large vial of holy water from the case. 
Umbra lifts her hand and her green glassbottle is refilled with water. 
Umbra offers you a green glassbottle. 
Demaris offers you a waterskin (1l). 

You accept a waterskin (1l) from Demaris. 

You drink all the water in your waterskin (1l) and you feel you 
could use some more. 
You drink from a waterskin (0l). 
Demaris gets a large vial of holy water from the backpack. 

You emote: Tashala tries to hand the skin back but it falls down. 

You drop a waterskin (0l). 
Demaris nods to Shiann. 
Demaris gets a waterskin (0l). 
Demaris hums a mystic melody. 
Demaris lifts her hand and her waterskin (0l) is refilled with water. 
Shiann smiles at Demaris. 
Shiann sings in xyllic: we think the same. 

You whisper weakly in xyllic: better, thanks. 

Demaris nods to Shiann. 

You emote: Tashala breathes deeply. 
Morion grumbles in xyllic: Hear the words we have to tell you in Rokoon's 
temple of Padorn. 
It is 9 o'clock now! 

Shiann chants a prayer to her deity. 
Shiann blesses you in the name of Rokoon. 
You hear a falcon cry in the distance. 
Demaris attaches a waterskin (1l) to her bandolier. 
Shiann spills some water over you! 
For a moment you glow in a strong white aura. 
Umbra moves a bit aside to make room kneeling down to one side of you where 
she can still touch your shoulder. 
Shiann puts a large vial of holy water into the case. 
Shiann closes a cylindrical leather case. 

You whisper weakly in xyllic: whatever you do, dont wait much longer 

Demaris asks Shiann in xyllic: shall I sprinkle the ground? 

You whisper weakly in xyllic: i cant stand this much longer. 

Demaris sings in xyllic: No, not needed.... 
Umbra lowers her head slightly. 
Demaris nods to you. 
Shiann sings in xyllic: the ground is holy, we are fine. 
Demaris hums a mystic melody. 
Demaris lays hands on you once more. 

Your shortdescription is now: Tashala lying on the ground.. 
Demaris asks Shiann in xyllic: want me to support you? 

You emote: Tashala looks at the flask. 

Shiann sings to Demaris in xyllic: I'm not sure which of us is better. 
Shiann smiles at Demaris. 

** Stop discussing and do something please ** 

You emote: Tashala looks questioningly at Umbra.
Demaris shrugs. 
Umbra nods softly to you. 
Shiann sings in xyllic: I'll try, you support first? 
Demaris nods to Shiann. 
Shiann smiles at Demaris. 
Umbra speaks quietly in xyllic: It will help me block the magic, I will have 
to block it all, yours and the shards. 

You emote: Tashala opens the flask and drinks from it. 

Demaris chants a prayer to her deity. 
Demaris points her idol of Rokoon at Shiann and continues to chant. 
Shiann sings to Umbra in xyllic: ready? 

You emote: Tashala rears up. 
You emote: Tashala sinks back down. 

Umbra removes a left black glove. 
Umbra removes a right black glove. 
Umbra places her left hand on your shoulder, and her right on your forehead. 
  Her right hand looks almost like the skin was burned. 
Umbra speaks quietly in xyllic: Ready. 

You emote: Tashala's inflammation at her chest seems to spread. 
Shiann looks towards the ceiling, raising her falconsword above her, and 
begins to chant a soft melody. 
Umbra closes her eyes mumbling silently. 
Shiann close her eyes and begins praying, holding herself rigidly. 

Thiri dances in. 
A curly-haired black-eyed female elf dances in. 

** Oh excellent. Spectators are exactly what i need right now. ** 

Thiri smiles. 
Thiri sings in xyllic: Hello. 
The curly-haired black-eyed female elf smiles and greets you! 
Thiri curtseys. 
Thiri looks at you. 

You emote: Tashala turns her head aside, sniveling in agony. 
Shiann kneels down and lowers her head. 
Umbra starts to sweat. 

Shiann sings in zida'ya: Wisdom, olan'we me what avij right. 
Shiann sings in zida'ya: Adrathain, inda and anwal iwem indu. 
Shiann sings in zida'ya: Wisdom, come el av my light. 
Shiann sings in zida'ya: en elu. 
Shiann sings in zida'ya: You ave ith voice reij truth. 

You moan. 

Shiann sings in zida'ya: That is just el yavian. 
Shiann sings in zida'ya: A laninon to ith faithful. 
Thiri hums a mystic melody. 
Shiann sings in zida'ya: A ase for ith yl'i. 
Shiann sings in zida'ya: A path for the wise. 
Shiann sings in zida'ya: And ienat'h eono desire uve. 
Shiann sings in zida'ya: will find understanding. 
Shiann sings in zida'ya: adriani ith soul. 

You emote: Tashala groans loudly.. 
Shiann sings in zida'ya: reja uve ave vanol. 
Shiann spreads her arms and looks up. 
You hear a falcon crying outside. 
Satisfied Shiann gets up and collects her stuff. 
Thiri looks worried. 
The curly-haired black-eyed female elf applauds. 
The curly-haired black-eyed female elf shrugs. 
Shiann brings her falconsword down towards you, it glows in a faint 
  white light. 

** What is she up to with that sword? Is there no scalpel in reach?? ** 


*** I have this vision: 
You feel as if something is clouding your mind, as if something was 
overshadowing half of your being, magic is just in reach, yet you 
cannot reach out. But the shadow is completely made of light. 

Thiri chants a prayer to her deity. 
Thiri points her dragon mace at Shiann and continues to chant. 
The curly-haired black-eyed female elf looks at you. 
Shiann grimaces , as she looks concentrated. 

You emote: Tashala rips her eyes open. 

Umbra opens her eyes watching your chest worriedly. 

You emote: Tashala bends and you can see the tip of a shard appear 
inmidst the inflammation. 

You whisper weakly in xyllic: rip 
You whisper weakly in xyllic: it 
You whisper weakly in xyllic: out 

The curly-haired black-eyed female elf shudders. 
Umbra fixates the shard with her eyes. 

You emote: Tashala winces and the shard seems to slowly sink back into 
  her chest. 
Umbra whispers softly in xyllic: Someone, please? 

You groan. 

** Well, if all else fails a skilled butcher has to step forward. ** 

Shiann brings her sword down and cuts wound open, reaching in. 

Arrrrrrrrrgh! 
You scream loudly. 

The curly-haired black-eyed female elf shivers. 
Umbra swallows. 
You groan painfully. 

Shiann removes her bloody fingers from you, the shard in hand. 


Demaris points her idol of Rokoon down to earth and bows to Shiann. 
Morion leaves west. 

** Poor Morion, obviously this was even too much for him ** 

Umbra sighs relievedly. 

You emote: Tashala faints. 
Shiann falls back, her hand covered in blood. 
Shiann sits down to rest a while. 

Your shortdescription is now: Tashala (unconcious). 

Demaris shudders. 

You emote: Tashala's head slips to the right. 

Demaris smiles. 

Umbra slowly lets her hands slip from you. 
Thiri sings in xyllic: Let's get to the sermon and thank Rokoon for his help. 
The curly-haired black-eyed female elf doubles over and pukes. 

** Another way to react to this kind of cardiac surgery. ** 


The curly-haired black-eyed female elf sings in xyllic: Never seen such a 
  bloody mess.

Demaris sings in xyllic: I'll clean up around here first. 


Thiri sings in xyllic: Oh. 
Thiri sighs. 
Shiann sings in zida'ya: Iw think I dasel rejo rest a baranw'eon. 

You emote: Tashala inhales deeply. 

Demaris pours some of the water from her waterskin on the floor and beings to 
  clean up the mess. 

I have this vision: 
  The shadow retracts, but you still feel unable to reach for magic. 

You emote: Tashala slowly opens her eyes. 

Thiri looks at you. 

You emote: Tashala takes a look at the nasty wound in her chest. 

You emote: Tashala nearly faints again. 
Morion arrives. 

Thiri sings in xyllic: I tried to heal it. 
Umbra whispers softly in xyllic: Maybe ... we should try to fix her up first. 
Thiri sings in xyllic: I am not able to. 
Demaris lays her hand on the nasty wound. 
Thiri looks at Morion. 
Thiri sings in xyllic: What is he doing? 
The curly-haired black-eyed female elf holds her hand before her mouth. 

You emote: Tashala reaches for her chest, carefully touching the wound. 

Umbra fumbles for a bandage in her bag. 
Demaris begins to pray for healing. 
Umbra smiles thankfully at Demaris. 

Thiri wields a dragon mace in her right hand and left hand. 
Demaris hums a mystic melody. 
Shiann looks at her hand, and swallows. 
Umbra grabs your hands pulling them gently out of the way. 
Thiri hums a mystic melody. 

You emote: Tashala slowly recovers while the wound seems to close slowly. 

Demaris sings in xyllic: It seems to be getting better... 

Demaris nods slowly. 
Demaris sings in xyllic: Rokoon be praised. 
Thiri nods. 
Demaris sings to you in xyllic: however, you are not out of all danger, yet. 

You emote: Tashala tries to fix her clothes but her hands seem to be too weak still. 
Umbra asks you softly in xyllic: A sermon for you? 

Demaris nods to Thiri. 
Thiri sings in xyllic: A sermon to thank Rokoon? 
Thiri sings in xyllic: We just needed another cleric then. 

You emote: Tashala whispers: Praise Rokoon. 
The curly-haired black-eyed female elf points at Shiann. 

Demaris sings in xyllic: A field sermon...in the chapel...as soon as she 
feels like it. 
Thiri nods. 
Umbra pulls your stained robe over the wound. Then she tugs the cloak around 
you. 
Demaris sings in xyllic: Or perhaps here... 
Shiann cleans the tip of her sword off on the helm of her robe. 

You smile thankfully at Umbra. 
Demaris sings in xyllic: The ground is holy here, and Morion is here. 

** And even more important, the ground is clean again. ** 


You emote: Tashala slowly sits up. 
Your shortdescription is now: Tashala leaning against the wall.. 

Thiri asks silently in xyllic: Do you feel better now? 
Umbra supports you carefully. 


You whisper weakly in xyllic: a little. 

Thiri sits down to rest a while. 
Umbra wears a right black glove on her right hand. 

Shiann sings to you in xyllic: I'm sorry..didn't know what else to do..it was 
going back in. 

You nod understandingly to Shiann. 
Umbra wears a left black glove on her left hand. 
Umbra nods to Shiann. 

You whisper weakly in xyllic: its okay... 
The curly-haired black-eyed female elf sings in xyllic: unbelievable 
Thiri ponders the situation. 
Umbra offers a green glassbottle to a curly-haired black-eyed female elf. 
Thiri unwields a dragon mace. 
The curly-haired black-eyed female elf sings in xyllic: where did this shard 
come from ? 
Umbra sings to the curly-haired black-eyed female elf in xyllic: To wash out 
  the taste from your mouth. 

You emote: Tashala tries to reach for her waterskin. 
Shiann sings in xyllic: I,..um..need to to clean up. 

** I can imagine you need to. ** 

Shiann stretches her legs and stands up gracefully. 
Shiann starts moving southeast. 
Shiann skips out southeast. 
Umbra gets a wide leather bandolier from the bag. 

Umbra sighs. 
Umbra puts a wide leather bandolier into the bag. 
The curly-haired black-eyed female elf offers you a waterskin (1l). 


You accept a waterskin (1l) from the curly-haired black-eyed female elf. 

The curly-haired black-eyed female elf sings in xyllic: drink 
Demaris sits down to rest a while. 

The curly-haired black-eyed female elf sings in xyllic: you will feel better 
The curly-haired black-eyed female elf twinkles her eyes. 

You whisper weakly in xyllic: i am sorry to cause this much trouble. 

Shiann dances in. 

You emote: Tashala slowly drinks from the waterskin. 
Thiri sings to you in xyllic: Don't worry. 
You drink all the water in your waterskin (1l) and you feel you 
could use some more. 
You drink from a waterskin (0l). 
Thiri sings in xyllic: Give me just a few seconds... 
You offer a waterskin (0l) to the curly-haired black-eyed female elf. 
The curly-haired black-eyed female elf accepts a waterskin (0l). 

Shiann sings in xyllic: I went to the lake, I'm..fine 
The curly-haired black-eyed female elf smiles friendly. 
The curly-haired black-eyed female elf sings in xyllic: better ? 
The curly-haired black-eyed female elf looks at you. 

You nod thankfully to the curly-haired black-eyed female elf. 
Shiann sings to you in xyllic: would you like something to eat? 
Thiri sings in xyllic: Well, please get seated. 

You emote: Tashala adjusts her clothes. 
Shiann sits down to rest a while. 

You nod to Shiann. 
The curly-haired black-eyed female elf sings in xyllic: where did this shard 
come from ? 
The curly-haired black-eyed female elf sits down to rest a while. 
Shiann hums a mystic melody. 
Shiann lifts her hand and a sweet strawberry appears. 
Thiri says to the curly-haired black-eyed female elf in xyllic: After the 
sermon please. 
Thiri smiles. 
Shiann offers you a sweet strawberry. 

You accept a sweet strawberry from Shiann. 
Umbra says to the curly-haired black-eyed female elf in xyllic: A blade she 
had been hit with. 


*** And here the story ends. Now and then the the remaining 
*** scar still aches a little, but thats another story to be 
*** told another day.

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