Star Warrior
Log Info
- Title: Star Warrior
- Emitter: Merek
- Characters: Merek, Mikilos, Cryosanthia, Ezil, Xasany, Garrett
- Place: Alexandria: Temple of Eluna
- Time: Thursday, January 23, 2020, 8:37 PM
- Summary: Merek is resurrected at the Temple of Elune, and meets with his friends. The events and actors behind it all are discussed.
-=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=<* A10: Temple of Eluna *>=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=-
Eluna's temple stands near her brother's, and trees of the grove often wander their vines that way, only to be chased away by the priests--much as two children might battle in the back of a cart. Eluna's temple is composed of solemn, alabaster pillars and marble, as ancient as Her brother's though more austerely kept. Each pillar represents a phase of the moon, over which She has dominion. Their surface is scribed with the words of ancient dreams, those first recorded in the known world, when mankind was first awakening to their significance.
In the center of the temple lies a grand pool. Serene in its surface, it reflects the open sky overhead, though the temple is covered by an arched ceiling. At all times within the surface may the stars be seen. Surrounding this pool are a number of tasseled rugs, on which petitioners sit and meditate, or seek counsel for interpretation of their dreams.
Warriors of Daeus are often found here, providing guards where the wards of Eluna prefer introspection and contemplation. These fighters bear dual symbols, signifying the tie between divine father and divine daughter. They and the priests here speak in quiet voices, reminiscent of Eluna's place as the Dreaming Goddess.
To the north of the temple is a modest library, its function primarily in the way of records--recording of dreams, of meditation, of theories of the proper use of magic--teachings directly opposed by the Shadow Goddess, Taara. It is this last shift that has seen an increase in the number of guards among the temple, and the increased adoption of the Star of Tears among the belts of Seers.
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- At a glance around A10: Temple of Eluna -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Cryosanthia 6'7" 245 Lb Sith-Makar Female A dashingly tall, lithe white lizardgirl with tattoos. Ezil 5'11" 175 Lb Human Male An armored man with dark skin, and grey-blonde hair. Merek 5'10" 215 Lb Human Male A black-haired, dusky male with golden eyes. Mikilos 6'8" 180 Lb Dawn ElfMale Tall male dawn elf, rosey blonde and handsome. Xasany 3'6" 38 Lb Gnome Female A gnome with green hair and black clothing. -=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=--=-
There are whispers that Merek might be coming back, which comes from many people. No one knows what happened, after drinking with Cryosanthia, he went off to assist with someone, or whenever, it was at some point. There are Seers that are searching for him, and rumors he was found laid out in the northern wastes.
Mikilos is not a follower, as such, but as a wizard it's almost required to pay at least token tribute to the Goddess of Good Magic. But that's not why the tall elf is here today. Making his way out of the back rooms, Mikilos looks... tired, and wanders the main complex to relax and collect himself.
Ezil does not seem to be the sort to use magic, his armor a polished-purple, and armed with a sword at his hip. He comes through the doors to the temple quietly, minding his own business as he looks about the pillars while trying to stay out of the way. He seems out of place, keeping his distance, but his glance and mannerisms show his search. His eyes roam here and there, but not uttering a word on his mission, taking in the inside of the temple slowly, and with purpose.
Word somehow made its way to the drinking buddy, Cryosanthia, that something had befallen Merek. Concern, and a certain degree of disbelief have brought the lizard girl to the Temple of Elune. Surely it can't be true, that someone she just met has met some terrible end? She practically walks into Mikilos as he emerges from the back room. She looks over his grey robe, "Are... you a scribe or a Priest here? Do you know what happened to Merek? He's a scribe, of Elune, he told me."
Merek then comes into the place, his black attire on with his adventuring crimson. Not to mention the crimson that marrs the whole piece which is clearly what looks like his own blood. He is thin, like he often is, but still looks like he hasn't eaten. His shaggy hair frames his features, a bit pulled back into the ponytail, while he looks between folk. He rubs at his face and looks to the people in there. Anyone that can detect magic, can detect resonance of the spell which brought him back as well while he notices Mikilos, Ezil who he has not met, then his friend, while he makes his way to the sith'makar to lean into her if she permits. He doesn't speak at the moment as well.
Mikilos blinks, halting as he almost bumps into someone, and reacts more than really thinking about it, stepping back a half step and clasping his hands together in a polite bow. "Peace unto your nest. Merek? No, I havn't heard anything, and no I'm not a priest." The elf blinks again, peering down the hall past Cryo, switiching languages as quick as he switches mental track. 'Isn't that him there?' <draconic>
'I... yes! It is he.' <draconic> Cryo answers instinctively in her own language as she turns to look. She claps her hands and executes a quick bow in return. 'I heard he was ... I'm not sure. Thank you.'
Cryosanthia watches Merek approach, supporting him as he leans on her. "Merek, what happened? Are you ok?"
Ezil looks between those here, his brow knitting in confusion. "Have I come at a bad time?" he asks, his awkward words showing his discomfort of being in this place, but he does try to smile. "I had followed Telmentar, and it had led me here. I had wished to talk with those of The Silver Moon, but I do not wish to be a burden." dancing a bit with his words, but keeping a short distance from the others, hands moving to rest idly on his sword belt, near his star-burst buckle.
A wee, green haired Gnome floats past the gathered people, moving to land before the pool. Her hair suddenly puffs out and waves about, and a small, grey Owl flutters out, hooting at her mournfully as he alights upon the edge of the pool. "No, you lazy butt, you cannot sleep in there all day." Her hair falls about her shoulders as she moves to peer at length into the pool.
Merek tenses up a bit while he clings to Cryosanthia, perhaps for grounding that he is actually in reality. His arms shiver about her and it's clear he's seeing things, real and imagined. It is not the process that has caused issue, but the situation itself. He then looks to Ezil, and blinks his smoldering coal-like golden eyes to him. "I am Seer," he says, then he peeks between folk, "Yukia, is she following me?" he asks, then his canines, elongated as they are lift in thought. It's probably fortunate he doesn't know Cryo is as her namesake interested in ice. A look to Mikilos as if a memory stirs, then he blinks.
Mikilos quirks a brow at Merek's actions, and frowns mildly. "Yukia? No, Yukia is not here. You're in the Temple. It's safe here. Would you like to sit down? Would you care for something to eat?"
Cryosanthia's expressions are muted and hard to read, the shape of her face and leathery hide obscuring emotions to those who aren't used to sith-makar expressions. However her quick, bird-like glances around at everything in motion suggests she's confused, perhaps a little panicked, or simply on alert. She nods at Ezil, her gaze dropping to follow his hand and taking in his belt buckle. Next she focuses on Xasany and her owl at the pool. Mikilos' Ion stones seem highly distracting after that, her eyes following them for a couple orbits. She nods along with Mikilos' words, "Yes, You're in the Temple of Elune, Merek. It's safe."
Ezil nods to Merek as he speaks, eyes away from the man as he notices the temple seeming busy. "I see, Seer. No joke intended." his calm words coming with a small smirk. "I was coming to inquire about a few things, but it can wait." he states, nodding to the white Sith-Makar in return. It's her words that cause him to appraise Merek once again, seeming to look the man over for a quick moment before speaking again. "It can wait indeed. I have a feeling this is a tale of a situation, and now my interest is peaked."
GAME: Merek rolls will: (14)+13: 27
The small Owl hoots once more, and takes to the air, flying back the way the Gnome came. The Gnome doesn't appear to notice. After several minutes of gazing wide-eyed at the pool, she turns and walks away. "Peace on your nest.", she intones, offering a polite bow to Cryosanthia. Xasany offers a polite wave to the others gathered about the white-scaled Sith. Her facial expression shows some concern to Merek, and she cant's her head slightly. "Is something the matter?" <draconic>
Merek seems to calm a bit, between the combined people and also his natural willpower, he then looks to Cryosanthia while he wiggles a bit to the side so he isn't clinging, "My apologies," he says, husky voice thoughtful while he takes a moment to look to find anything he can to put water in. He finds a cup while he begins to pour water from the Water Realm into it. Then he takes a drink from it. "Yukia, after that ritual, I went with the woman... I don't recall a lot, only the... Fighting," he adds. He looks to Xasany and blinks, with a nod, as well as to Mikilos as well as Ezil.
Mikilos frowns, and nods. "You went with Yukia? That's new to me, but at least you did come back." He sighs. "Sadly, the loss of memory is not new. Suffer a bit myself. But, for now, we're hale and hearty."
"Peace be on your nest." <draconic> Cryosanthia says, staring at Xasany's hair, with absolutely no humorous tones to her words. "I heard Merek was gravely injured, and his memory still seems affected. I guess that's typical?"
She lets Merek stand on his own, watching him drink the water, listening to the tale.
Ezil listens to the group, and looks a third time to Merek as this portrait of the issue at hand is painted. "If I can be of service, I offer it, but I feel this is more a matter for someone else." he admits, smiling still as he catches sight of the gnome finally, offering a nod. "What happened?" he asks curiously and openly, seeming intent to stay.
Xasany looks to Cryosanthia for a moment, and then to Merek, and back to Cryosanthia. "I do not know. How gravely injured?" The wee woman moves closer to Merek, peering at him curiously. "He seems to be rather whole and not injured to me.", the Gnome says quietly. "I wouldn't think memories would be affected but if you got knocked unconscious, then perhaps you might not have a recollection of what happened leading up to being knocked out."
"He's in a Temple, though, he should be good. I assume that a priest as looked at him?" She eyes Merek once more. "Yes? You've been tended to?"
"Bringing people back involves healing them," Merek mentions, while he wiggles that nose of his a bit. He nods then to Mikilos after Xasany, "Aye," he says. Then he's finding a nice place to settle in, looking to Cryosanthia, "Peace on your nest... I'm glad you are doing alright. It was Yukia, I don't know if she did anything to memory, I simply can't remember a lot up to the point," he admits. He then nods to Ezil while it's back to the sith'makar. Clearly the blood which was covering his attire would speak to him having been nicely hurt as well. He does sip his water while he offers a smile for the woman.
Mikilos glances to the others and shakes his head. "It's not from the injuries, at least, other's weren't. There's something about the Shard Tower that causes the memories of those who are taken there to have their memories erased. A big part of why we know very little about it. I don't know if it's a defence mechinism of the Tower itself, or something done by the Mistress who rules it."
Cryosanthia crouches, so it's easier to whisper to Xasany, and because it's a long way to look down if she doesn't. "In need of a grave, injured. Word came to me that he had been killed, that his body was found in the Northern Wastes then brought here."
The white lizard stands up. She nods, listening to the explanations. "Well, now I'm curious, but it sounds like it's a curiosity that can never be satisfied. Is it possible to creep up on it, draw pictures and take notes, or is this something that happens once you're inside. Wait, I'm an idiot. If it worked, more would be known because it worked. I'm glad you're ... recovered Merek, and that you didn't forget meeting me."
Ezil laughs to himself, shrugging at Mikilos' words. "The Faring Folk have a legend, or at least in my caravan. That when you pass, you get answers to some of your deepest questions, but you aren't allowed to bring such knowledge back." he mentions with a shrug, listening more to the conversation than he seemingly contributes. "A very.... superstitious lot." he adds in explanation as he looks to the small Sith-Makar as she speaks. "You should take that as a sign of bond. I barely remember those I met yesterday." just talking as he watches.
GAME: Merek rolls will: (2)+13: 15
The Gnome blinks a few times as the Sith crouches and she nods slowly as she takes in the information. She reaches up to gently tap Cryosanthia's nose before the Sith woman straightens back up to her full height. "OH. No one said he died!" Her head snaps to Merek then, the wee woman moving to push very gently against him. "You should be resting. As in, laying down in an actual bed. Your friends will be quite upset if you died again!" Xasany gestures to Mikilos and Ezil. "You should see him off to bed."
Merek does make a face at what Mikilos said, while he looks to him. "Why... Is that familiar," he muses, like he's trying to remember something. He might not find any accurate information, but it does stir in a way his mind to know that there's something being said which was important that he knows the answer for. Also, probably why he was mind wiped to begin with.
The man nods a bit, while he looks away when Ezil speaks, "I... Don't forget friends, especially ones as wonderful as Cryosanthia," he admits. He nods to Ezil, "Been there twice, actually. It is fragments, but I do recall a little of my afterlife. Nothing that answers any wonderful questions about existence, just the serenity of that place... Realms Divine. But I come back, for my mission to save people, to protect them, to find a cure. I must accept this world, and all that comes with being in it." He does look to Cryosanthia, then to all the people, a nod as well. He does look to Mikilos, "Don't worry, we will succeed." Also he makes a face to Xasany, "I will be fine, I'm... Tired, but alright."
Mikilos grins to Cyro. "You're not an idiot, those are good questions. No, the real problem is the Shard Tower moves, both thru time and space. The last time I went there, ended up in Alexandira, about 1000 years ago. Thakfully the Tower didn't move before we figured things out and used it to get back. So while we can know where it was, we have no easy way of telling when or where it will show up again." Frowning mildly at Ezil, he shrugs. "I remember most of my Passing, but it was only a few seconds. Might make a difference. The Mourners could likely tell more."
Xasany huffs at Merek and shakes her head. "Did you not get up that morning and think the same thing, 'I will be fine'? You should listen to the priests, I would bet you lunch they told you to rest. The world will be safe for a day or two while you get back on your feet properly." The Gnome crosses her arms and hmmphs. She glances to Cryosanthia. "My name is Xasany. It was nice to make your acquaintance. I need to run, my familiar should be done finding his dinner, and I have some study to do. See you!" She offers a wave to those gathered, and waggles a finger once more at Merek. "Go and rest!" Turning, the green-haired Gnome floats up and away.
Ezil lets out a low whistle, looking to Merek and then to the gnome with a nod. "I can help him to bed, but I came here to talk of a vampire, not of this cure, or this mission. I know nothing of this tower... and feel lost in this conversation." he admits, laughing. "I once lost six-months in the Time Sea, but that is Vast magics." shaking his head. "As you may have noticed, I am not savvy on what happens here in this city. So then... what can a wandering follower of the stars help with here and now?"
Cryosanthia looks from Xasany to Merek, then back to Xasany, then calls after Xasany as she floats away, "That's what I thought! I didn't want to look ignorant because you have a different way of dying in the big city and I'm from a swamp. I'm Cryosanthia, I'll see you later."
Cryo huffs, looking back to the group and turns her attention to Merek again. She pats at his shoulders and chest, sturdy thumps to see that he's solid and got his feet under him, a Hunter-caste method of checking out a partner. "I think you should go to bed, like they're saying. I really want to see this tower now, but it can wait until you're better, and I properly meet the rest of your friends here."
"Kol? He knows more than me," Merek nods then to Ezil while he motions to Mikilos. "I have fought with him," he says, while he waves to Xasany. Then he looks to Cryosanthia while she begins to check if he's real. He is, he does look like he could use a lot of care, it has taken a lot of his willpower from him, even if he is techincally okay.
He then looks to the sith'makar while he wiggles his nose, "Fine, if you would assist me in getting back home?" he asks. Then he looks to the people there, "You can all come with and I can tell you of my experience with Kol for what it's worth, I have fought with him... About five times, captured twice, fought Yukia twice, captured by her recently."
Mikilos tries to clarify. "The Shard Tower is ran by the Mistress, a fae lady of vast power. The vampire, Kol DemonTry, answers to her and gains some of his powers from her. There is also an ice demon, Yukia, of whom I know little. The Mistress helped to spread, and possibally invented, the Ooze Plague that's been troubleing the city. I don't understand it's details, but the Ooze gathers magical energy for... something."
Ezil nods slowly as he looks between the three and motions to Cryo, taking a step back. "I will let you be the one to guide and lead the wounded. He is your friend." he offers. A glance is then spared for Mikilos, waiting to see what those here will choose to do. "I am interested to listen, but I think others are more curious...." pausing as the man's words sink in. "Ah, I see. All is connected then. I came only because I heard the barest mention, and now I believe I am not as equipped to help as I thought." his admission coming with a troubled shake of his head. "I am but a swordsman, blessed as I may be, I think I alone will not help much with this mission." seeming to dwell on the news, and falling into his thoughts.
Cryosanthia listens to the explanations, Merek's abstract one, Mikilos' more cogent details. She moves when Ezil indicates and takes Merek's arm around hers in a way he can lean heavily on it without appearing to be carried. She shakes her head, "Blessed Follower of the Stars, do not sell yourself so short, you are clearly wise and well travelled. Your ideas could be of help, at the worst, these scribes know a lot and may outline things to be avoided. This Plague Ooze sounds bad for me, is it an intelligent, creeping ooze that comes up pipes and hides in bottles, or a more normal kind that stays put and grows in dank darkness?"
Merek lifts up a bit with assistance from Cryosanthia, then he looks to her with a little smile, also to Mikilos and Ezil, "That, I didn't know, about the Fae. The ooze, it is... Created by them, it can be dispel'd but then it becomes a kind of... Thing, that infects folk, it is spread by contact with the ooze but it's not in the irrigation system far as I am aware." He considers, while he waits to see if the other two are coming, or need be about their way.
Mikilos nods. "It took many months to gather and connect what pieces we do have. Any one of the villains would be a threat to the city, but all of them together? There's also a Duke of Hell mixed up in it all. Many, many people have put a great deal fo effort into learning of the Misstress and her plans, and trying to stop them. I just have the bad fortune of having gotten involved..." Th elf sighs, running a hand though his hair. "Kol has my name carved into the flesh of his arm... that's still something I can barely believe." Sighs again, he shifts focus back to Cryo. "It's a bit like a flu, in the begining. But when it becmoes advanced, the ill cough up a thick black ooze. Healing magics... or any magics, really, anger the ooze, and it attacks, ripping it's way out of the victim in an awful coughing fit, and attacking the caster, often infecting them as well. Though who die of the Plague become insane Specters, ghosts, driven mad by the illness. We have a few treatmets that have mostly stopped the deaths, but very little by way of cures." He nods to Merek. "I only learn myself in the last couple days. I'd assumed the Mistress to be a demon, but fae is, in retrospect, fitting."
Ezil moves to follow Merek, but it's Mikilos' words that cause him to speak as he lets the Sith-Makar lead and help her friend. "This is disturbing, and unknown to me. I had not realized the trouble was so deep, and prolific." his mind ticking as a hand raises to stroke his chin. "Plague oozes, and forces of great darkness. I had thought it only the vampire... but no. I have no words or advice to offer. My instinct is to face the lot of them and fight it out, but directly would seem folly."
Cryosanthia supports Merek and tries her best to take in and remember Mikilos' explanations. There's a sudden stiffness to her posture after he runs his hand through his hair, though it's more likely a response to the details of the ooze. "Of all of those, I'd be most willing to face the fae, as I have heard they enjoy whimsy and I can be pretty entertaining. I don't think I'd be of much use directly. I'll do what I can for now. Let's get you home Merek, Is this speed good for you? You'll have to direct me, I don't know where you live."
Merek nods a bit to Cryosanthia, while he thinks about it, "Ya, this works fine," he says, while he looks to Ezil and Mikilos while they shift along, "I know that it's mainly contagious only if the ooze becomes involved... I am wondering what it'll take to find a cure." He notices the woman tense up, offering the sith'makar a light shift of that lean since he's a bit tired to offer any patting. He looks to the place, "I remember when I came to the city and used to only sleep at Inns."
Mikilos nods to Ezil. "Taking them all on at once might be the only option. But each is powerful in their own right. Fae, typically, are hard enough to kill, though iron weapons can harm them. Fae nobels, on the other hand, are even more deeply immortal, and as i understand require specially crafted weapons to keep them dead... I'm trying to learn more about that, but the topic is understandably uncommon."
Ezil nods to this mention of iron weapons, and fighting, sighing a second time as he speaks first to Merek. "I still stay at the inns, and it makes wish to get a vardo to find some quiet. Though were to park one in the city is anyone's guess." buying his mind some time to think. "Have you tried diplomacy, or do we know what it is they want?" he asks, trying a new avenue of discussion as he follows Cryo, giving the woman-lizard a look. "You are a considerate one with your friends. I see why he remembers your name."
"Thank you. I hope we can be friends too, Blessed Follower of the Stars. I'm Cryosanthia! The... the title is a work in progress. I've been staying an Inn also, I found The common room was quite comfortable. It was almost like home. I did not know softskins slept in piles too." Cryosanthia says. She listens to Mikilos and wishes right now she had a bit more of the wit and wisdom of Sith-Makar to share regarding Fae. The only contribution she has is someone else's skills. "Merek can make wondrous items and relics... which you'd know, because you're his friend. I can be Diplomatic, if that helps, that's ... actually what I do."
"We've tried to be diplomatic, it does not work well," Merek admits, while he looks to Mikilos and to Ezil, "I am thinking they have a plan though what they really want, is anyone's guess," he says. Then he looks to Cryosanthia, amusedly, "I can make things," he adds, grinning a bit. "I actually stay in the nobility district, it is nice and quiet for my work."
Mikilos grins. "When their opening gambit is to unleash a killing plague that turns it's victims into insane undead, diplomacy isn't often an option. But, we did try anyway. The Mistress wants complete obediance and slavery of every living being, or their death. In the case of the undead, a little of both."
"Blessed Follower of the Stars." Ezil repeats to himself with a wide smile, chuckling as he regards Cryosanthia with a soft glance. "Oh, White-One you flatter me. You can rest easy, I am the all-friend, and serve the community of this realm. If you wish it, I will be there for you and your kin as long as the tenants of my conditions aren't broken. All I ask is that the people I serve are fair to all, and try their best to get along. It's not always possible, but that is where diplomacy thrives. Though diplomacy comes in two halves. Words and blade, and I prefer the former if I have a choice." he muses, looking back to Mikilos as he speak, nodding. "Then for her I can only offer the blade, and this.... is not something I say in hate. The enemy of life is my mortal enemy. The enemy of most all."
Cryosanthia directs the party towards the Noble district, picking an easy path through the streets. She has a long stride but takes shorter steps for Merek's benefit. She almost glows as she listens to Ezil, inhaling easily, impressed by his way with words. "It does sound like a very one sided offer, with the only option being to oppose." GAME: Whirlpool has awarded you 10 XP for being online!
Merek nods a bit to Mikilos as well as Ezil, "I know we will win, we won't let them enslave the people," he says, while he shifts a bit of his attire while Cryosanthia guides him. He sips from the cup of water, "I'm glad we met," he adds to the sith'makar. "I am thinking about looking into the cure when I can."
"The cure, would be good to look into. It could help a lot of people. It would have to be something non-magical, since the ooze responds badly to casters. So, a plant, an herb? Or some kind of leech?" Cryosanthia muses aloud, trying to be helpful. "There's a lot of deadly things in Am'Shere that are helpful in small doses. Has anyone tried moving one of the patients far away... hmmm maybe it's not a good idea to try taking a magic responsive ooze through a giant magic portal. But, on a ship perhaps, take them far from the Tower?"
Ezil finds himself nodding, but more listening now as he is more intrigued in where this conversation seems to go. "Hmm, some magic does dwindle with range." he offers, though with a shrug he looks to Merek. "Though, it is not my discipline. It is why I was seeking the wisdom of the Children of the Moon."
GAME: Garrett rolls disguise: (9)+7: 16 GAME: Merek rolls perception: (6)+16: 22 GAME: Cryosanthia rolls perception: (8)+0: 8 GAME: Ezil rolls perception: (16)+2: 18
Merek looks over to Ezil, then he nods a bit, "I don't think that the Am'Shere would let people in with that, I know there's a tattoo of ownership like a snowflake placed upon folk as well." He does offer a hand for Cryosanthia, "Anyway, I am sure that you can assist in looking into it sometime, both of ya."
Garrett makes his way to the temple. He looks to the others and takes his hood off to reveal long blonde hair and emerald green eyes. "Oh hello Cryosanthia, Merek. I trust I am not intruding?" He says as he pulls out a leather bag which sounds like it is full of coins. "I have a donation to the church. Just a paltry sum that I acquired from a noble soul." He says with a smile.
Cryosanthia catches her claws on a cobblestone and trips when Merek says 'tattoo of ownership'. There's a sharp 'wfff' of intaked breath. She takes the offered hand, looking around to take in the facades of the surrounding buildings, construction that is utterly alien to her. She replys distantly, "Yes. You live here? Where?" Garrett's arrival is an unexpected surprise, "Oh! Hello, Garrett the Fashionable. We need to get Merek to his bed, he needs to rest. I don't think he'll be back to his duties for a few days if you wanted to take that directly to the temple."
Ezil looks at the new addition to this party, nodding his head, and taking note of the building. "I will go get some of my things, and a meal for our friend, Merek. I will be back in a bit. Should I retrieve a potion, or does he require more healing?" he asks, looking then to the man, and the newcomer, nodding. "I have a need to feel useful at the moment."
Merek looks then to Ezil, "That's alright, food itself will be fine," he says. Then he notices the way Cryosanthia looks after his words, then he begins to put things together. He offers a light squeeze to her hand, meant to be comforting, perhaps a way to say he understands. Then he looks to Garrett, "I can have it delivered to them later, it is appreciated," he adds, with a smile as well for him.
Cryosanthia returns the light squeeze, and stops by the door to Merek's place, continuing to support him while he works the lock. She smiles warmly at Ezil, and she has a lot of teeth and a long snout to show them off with when she grins. "I think just a meal will be fine. I think they would have sent a potion, or not let him stand, if he needed more healing. I... I prefer meat. I can eat the gourds and tubers and fruits, but haven't picked out which ones I like." Order provided, she waves as Ezil heads off.
Ezil, Mikilos and Garrett leave to find food, and Cryosanthia takes Merek up to his room.
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Mikilos
Mikilos is a slender male Dawn Elf, freakishly tall by elven standards, standing a full head over the average human. His ivory skin and long blonde hair hold a rosy warmth, as if dappled in spring sunshine, even when such light is not present. His hazel eyes are deep set, and spark with curiousity. His hands are long and nimble, but hold callus and stain from long use in craft. He is dressed in a simple Grey robe, of a simple cut, unadorned with decoration. It is however a strange, almost painfully Neutral Grey. His waist is defined by a simple leather belt, from which a scroll case hangs upon one side, a well-used scabbard on the other. Both trousers and boots are simple, black, and practical. An occasional cloak guards against the weather or dust. Upon his brow sits a simple circlet of silver, set with a small stone which shifts from blue to violet, depending on the light. A couple of small stones orbit his head, completing the ensemble.
Ezil
An averaged sized human with long grey-white hair pulled in to a warriors-tail is here. His skin is a dark-olive, tanned and sunbeaten as it lays worn over his sharp features. Green eyes stare about his surroundings, his lips usually in a neutral expression when idle. He is not broad, but nor is he slender, his form and shape being rather unremarkable in size. His clothes are colorful, but he wears a cloak of dark grey. often being seen with a set of banded mail that has its metal plates painted purple, and wearing a shirt of burnt orange peaking from the gaps. His sword belt has a sash of sky-blue sewn to it, and where it buckles there is a cover that hides the clasp in the emblem of the evening star. His leather pants are made from tanned hide, and dyed to match his cloak. His boots are worn, and covered with the speckles of dirt from his travel, a simple pair, but sturdy, and having a patch on the left toe from wear of the road.
Merek
This man stands at around five foot ten, while he has a lissome and a somewhat muscular build to his form, and also skin which is dusky in tone. The male has smooth hair which comes towards his chin, the color which is like midnight and sable, although metallic-like tones, have been fashioned within that roguishly unkempt mane. He has eyes much alike a golden amber, catlike within look also. He wears black attire which is decorated with golden tone. He has on an amulet of the Moon Maiden, Eluna. The boots which he wears are adjusted about both of his feet, while he has a cloak that is the same color of his attire, which has been placed about his frame. He has on his gloves, that are made with material which is sleek. He wears a nice desert scarf which is adjusted about him also.
Xasany
The petite woman before you is a gnome. Her bright green hair stands out from the dark clothing she wears. If it was not done up the way it was, it would almost drag upon the ground when she walked. However, she appears to have gone out of her way to tame her hair, using many multi-coloured beads and ties to keep it neat and tidy. Her eyes are an icy blue, and they frame a dainty but prominent nose. Her eyebrows, the same green colour as her hair, extend upwards and away from her face. The gnome woman's lips are well suited for pouting, something she tends to do when she does not get her way. They are usually covered in a black lipstick. The vast majority of her clothing is coloured black, in stark contrast to her hair. She wears a simple, short dress. The upper part of it clings to her frame like a blouse might, while the lower part is shaped like a skirt. Her arms and neck are left uncovered, except in bad or cold weather where she wears a full length cloak. Her legs are covered by black stockings, and her feet are covered in warm, sturdy leather boots. While out and about, she normally wears a large backpack, seemingly stuffed full, and she carries a sturdy staff for a walking stick.