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Posted: Wed May 02, 2012 2:59 pm
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Cynthia gave a small groan as Crisdean started to work on her wounds that he hadn't fully healed yet, the stab wound in her side giving his spells the most trouble. In her mind, she knew she should do something, but couldn't remember what it was. The thought simply kept slipping away from her.
But she still somehow fought past his spells for her to rest and woke up again, frowning up at the man helping her. Then she felt his magic, his energy working to try to heal her. She shook her head and held up one shaking hand to him, "You have to pull the magic back... the energy can be traced back to you... I will heal... But you have to pull it back...," she said softly, nearly mumbling the words in her exhaustion, yet her weakened voice held a certainty to it that was unshakable.
As it was, she was fighting passing out again. But some part of her knew that she couldn't do that until the man helping her did what she'd told him to do....
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2012 5:49 pm
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2012 7:04 pm
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Damon Azarias Damon had just finished off a plate of cinnimon buns at the tavern. Asking Rex for the bill, he was told that his breakfast would be on the house. "If y'e head up the road a ways, y'all find y'erself a cozzy inn where y'e can't freshen up," Rex told Damon as he left the tavern, walking out into the village square. The sun was shining today, beaming down onto Damon's face. His gaze was locked onto the cloudless sky. A cool breeze blew threw the square, making his hair flutter in the wind, as Damon strolled down the square towards the Sweet Sleep Inn. Exhausted, but full of energy from the breakfast he had enjoyed earlier, Damon entered the front room of the inn. His clothes were tattered and damp. It would be good for him to sleep in a real bed, rather than the hard wood of his raft.
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2012 7:43 pm
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2012 7:48 pm
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Cynthia gave a sigh of relief when Crisdean finally withdrew his energy from her and passed out for a bit longer, allowing him to get his herbal remedies in place. While she was out, he was finally able to check on Faolan. But by the time he was finished with that, she was waking up again.
She gave a groan as the pain hit her, but forced herself to breathe slowly so that it wasn't overwhelming. she looked around the room and let her emerald eyes settle on the man in the other bed. when she recognized him, she winced at his injuries, "I'm sorry... You were hurt needlessly... The storm was cover for the attack on me...," she said softly in a voice still rough from the saltwater and her exhaustion.
But her eyes turned to Crisdean next, "I didn't mean to interfere with what you were doing... But I will heal...," she looked at his features for a long moment, noting what he and the man in the other bed shared in looks. It instantly placed them both and she winced again, "I would tell you who I am, but it wouldn't make things easier...," she added, knowing that her words wouldn't mean much right now though it wouldn't take the healer long to place her if he looked at her closely enough.
Her history in the British Isles was well-known in the right circles... And so was what she looked like...
she didn't want to say who she was but part of her was tired of everything, so very tired....
So she gave the healer what she could:
"I am a dream to some I am a nightmare to others
I am Alpha I am independent
I am seductive I am deadly
I am ancient A history beyond telling
The hearts and fears of men Did I once rule
Great magic and power Have I possessed
Sorceress and Goddess Have I been
Fighter and Lover Both sides of the coin
My love will you seek Never to find it
In the face of my wrath You will quake
Great evil did I cause Rejoicing in the pain of others
Finally defeated by a warrior without equal In love’s power did he slay
The evil now gone An eternity of penance Is my destiny "
Her voice faded a bit at the end but the words were clear. It was a poem written about her long ago by one of the Druids. It was meant to identify her to their followers. The title was what they'd called her, the Black Druidess. Sebastet was the Dark Druidess because she moved through the realm of darkness and only harmed those who had earned it. But Cynthia had earned her title through a time of true darkness, a time of blood and siphoned souls and the purest evil....
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2012 8:03 pm
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2012 8:09 pm
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∙⁂※⊂яìşđεдп※⁂∙
"Music is the greatest Magick, and is all around us..
Crisdean frowned at the poem, he made a gesture with his fingers over his heart, one might have though he crossed himself, but it wasn't. It was something else, something far older. He took the hot water Amity had brought and made a tea from it.
he gave a sigh and checked on faolan, the drought he had given him had sent him to sleep. "Well Black one, The wounds will heal yes. though they would have healed a bit faster had you not blocked my workings..." he said, crossly. He did not really care who she was at the moment. He was thinking back to the wreck. "so you and he are the only serving members of the passengers on the ship Covenant. The storms waves carried this lad out to sea. and you ...you i find in the wreckage of te ship that had been cased to shore. you say you where attacked.?" he said, then asked trying to figure out what could be done if anything. He held out a bit of bread and tea for her to drink.
⎰≪≪≪≪≪≪≪≪≪≪≪≪≫≫≫≫≫≫≫≫≫≫≫≫⎱
All you have to do is listen, Come Listen to the Music of the Night.
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2012 8:22 pm
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Cynthia pushed herself up in the bed despite the pain it caused and accepted the tea and bread, "Your energies are better saved for those who need them, not one who cannot die...," she told him softly, "Pain I can live with," she added without looking at him.
She took a sip of the tea and let it moved down slowly, letting it soothe her abused throat. When she spoke again, her voice was clearer, but still a bit rough, "Yes, I was attacked... One does not gain a stab wound from being washed overboard... I was stabbed from behind," she told him honestly before finishing the bread and tea, letting both work their natural magic in soothing her stomach and easing her throat.
She could feel the herbs breaking down and moving through her system, already doing what they were supposed to do. She let the cup cradle in her hand where it rested in her lap to hide the fact that she was shaking, "No one else on the ship was attacked... All should have survived... But I will admit that I didn't want to go into the ocean... Drowning is painful for those of us who cannot die... If I'd gone into the water with the first wave, the ship would have been spared, most likely...," she added and eased her head back a bit so that she could close her eyes a moment...
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Posted: Wed May 02, 2012 8:42 pm
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Posted: Thu May 03, 2012 5:56 pm
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