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Post by Allyria Allenmorde on Oct 19, 2017 18:30:00 GMT -5
Allyria would be waiting for Jorkahn in Innorsford, outside near the Tipsy Darkling at an outside table belonging to a tea shop. She was dressed in her leathers for combat, and her scarlet cloak. She had a cup of tea but she wasn't drinking it. It had just become cold, and it was midday. She had reason to believe that Jorkahn would be back soon. Precognition was a power to behold. If he could see the things she could, it'd be a curious situation. Allyria did not like to think that there were others out there with this power she had. But it was possible. Nevertheless, she had a mission.
Hacklung.
It was killing everyone she cared about. Everyone except her. Being immortal of a kind was strange. You lose sight of some things, and gain sight of others. It had been very different.
Hacklung: 10 ld2xdqfN
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Jorkahn Wealddir
Half-Elkagr
Champion of Jewels
Posts: 443
Prestige: Killer
Moral Alignment: Neutral
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Post by Jorkahn Wealddir on Nov 10, 2017 16:53:37 GMT -5
Jorkahn was dressed similarly for combat, though he found these days his casual and combat wear were very much one and the same. He was in his full suit of custom made plate armour. It wasn't as shiny as it once was but still looked exceptionally well crafted and sturdy. The Champion searched for his companion at their usual haunt. Allyria seemed to really enjoy her tea. Perhaps it was something, unbeknownst to the both of them, that ran in her family? This train of thought was unimportant, however. The matter at hand seemed to be of great importance to his quite regularly travelling companion. All the Ritgr knew was they were supposed to be travelling to Korasus and he was asked not to bring his horse.
"How are we to get to Korasus without horses?" It bewildered him at first, but knowing the Countess she had something up her sleeves. It didn't take the lad long to find the Lady Allenmorde. She sat like she always did with a cup of tea on the table and little to no expression on her face. When they made eye contact he would wave from afar, approaching with a smile on his face.
"Sorry for the wait! I was helping some people in need. So, mind explaining to me what we will be doing here?" The people in need were the town of Innorsford themselves. He had come to this place of meeting after paying for the entirety of the renovations that were posted on the Town Board. All 21,500 Ritz worth. Jorkahn sat down at the table with Allyria and awaited her answer.
Paying 21,500 for all the different renovations in Innorsford.
HACKLUNG _DUnX3bg Success!
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Post by Allyria Allenmorde on Nov 10, 2017 19:42:56 GMT -5
"No trouble at all, Jorkahn. We will be trying to find a cure for this incorrigible disease that plagues the nation. Perhaps something similar has swept the world in the past, and there is a way to combat the sickness. Korasus is the only place with an intact library that I have access to, and we can't ask the Kingdom of Cruinthe for help. They obviously don't care."
Allyria explained at length, not touching her tea at all while she spoke. She picked the cup up once she was finished, and took a sip. She made a face, and put the glass down. She didn't like the tea at ambient temperature. It was disgusting. Perhaps if it was colder it would be palatable, or hotter. Either really. She took the cup back up and dumped the contents on the ground.
"Such a waste of good tea. I had spaced out and lo, time rendered my tea undrinkable. Now I have no reason to linger, shall we be off?"
Hacklung: 20 d|yTDCJc
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Jorkahn Wealddir
Half-Elkagr
Champion of Jewels
Posts: 443
Prestige: Killer
Moral Alignment: Neutral
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Post by Jorkahn Wealddir on Nov 17, 2017 11:24:16 GMT -5
The Champion of Jewels nodded in response to what the Shadeslayer was saying. He stroked his chin gently as he thought about it. "Hmm, makes sense. What is the past for if not to learn from it?" But the lad was a warrior, not a philosopher. He watched the tea as it flowed out of the cup and splattered onto the ground. The mage looked at his hands and a small flame danced atop his palm for a second, almost imperceptible. "I could have reheated it, perhaps? But I suppose tea doesn't taste as good the second time around, does it?"
The Ritgr grinned at Allyria before standing and adjusting his armor. "Yes, we should make haste. Your cause is noble and I fear making the people of Cruinthe wait will only cause the death toll to rise."
F_RBrbwr 20 Threshold Success.
Jorkahn cleared his throat before continuing. "However, wait they must. It is a long way to Korasus. is it not? Especially without horses. I assume you have something in mind, My Lady?"
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Post by Allyria Allenmorde on Nov 20, 2017 16:38:23 GMT -5
"It likely wouldn't taste as good, no."
Allyria paused to make sure Jorkahn was fine before continuing on. His cough didn't seem to be getting much worse, but he was strong. She had little time before more would die. Haste was most important now. She stood up from the table and left a few coins on it next to the cup that she had just dumped.
"Believe it or not, horses would be slower in this case. We can merely travel a hundred miles or so in a day, and with Korasus clearly across the country, by horse, it would take us the greater part of a week to get to the city. The speed of music will carry us faster than a horse. This flute will be our method of transport. I am no musician, so forgive the quality of our traveling melodies, but it will get the job done."
She reached into her cloak and pulled out the flute that would be their method of transport, showing it to him. It was long and silver, obviously a high quality artisan made it. There were some etchings in it from when she enchanted it that read something he wouldn't be able to read.
"All you will have to do is hold on. Oh, and disguise your face. Elves aren't well received in Korasus."
She succumbed to a sudden coughing fit.
Hacklung: 30
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Vitality Check: 60 ·
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Jorkahn Wealddir
Half-Elkagr
Champion of Jewels
Posts: 443
Prestige: Killer
Moral Alignment: Neutral
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Post by Jorkahn Wealddir on Nov 27, 2017 13:26:22 GMT -5
Jorkahn smiled at Allyria's first comment and shrugged sarcastically. "Oh well, I tried!" The young man chuckled under his breath and watched his travelling companion as she placed coins on the table. Generous as always, a Drokagr through and through. Not that her race particularly mattered. Her next comment made The Champion's eyes go wide in shock and curiosity. "Oh?" The Ritgr leaned in to examine the flute closely when she showed it to him. Though he was a layman in terms of craftsmanship, he had seen Tyr make enough to know if something was well made, at least at a basic level. He tried to make out the etchings but couldn't seem to make heads or tails of it.
"Would you fault me for mentioning I am a bit nervous about this?" He had never used magic to travel before. He wondered how it would work. Would they simply appear where they wanted to be? Would they be travelling at high speeds? Would it hurt? These thoughts and more raced through his mind to the point where the warrior almost missed her last comment. Jorkahn was wearing heavy armor, so it already concealed his head, ears, hair, and face pretty well. So as not to risk it he pulled the hood of his cloak up and closed it around his face. The shadows made it difficult to see within.
"Elves aren't well received anywhere it seems, even by their own kind. I suppose we are lucky that I mostly look human?" He walked forward and placed one hand on his companion's shoulder and took a deep breath to calm himself. "Well, I am as ready as I will ever be." He closed his eyes in anticipation.
30 thresh. 1iu1JQwg No Hacklung!
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Post by Allyria Allenmorde on Nov 30, 2017 19:18:23 GMT -5
Still coughing, trying to hold it in while Jorkahn was talking, she felt the pain of the spasms rack her body. Tears welled up in her eyes, her face turned a little bit of a pinkish gray color, and she looked ridiculous. As he asked questions, she managed to get out single word answers between hacks.
"-Cough-... No -Wheeze-, -Cough-, -Wheeze-, Yes -Hack-."
Glad that he had some insight into himself about his problem, Allyria took a moment to try to get herself under control.
Vitality Check: 60 RGHOAgzQ
She managed it and broke away from Jorkahn. She went over to a nearby spot in the street and let the blood that had accumulated in her mouth spill out. It splashed on the mud with a great wet slap. She thought about how soon all the streets in the entire country would be filled with splatter such as this from the disease.
"Ok.. I'm ready. Let's go while it's good."
She brought the flute up to her lips and waited for him to grab her shoulder again before playing the first note.
Transporting: Thaumaturgy, Planar: 85
Planar II!
-Distance travelled: 50 Miles, NE.
Suddenly they were in Skaraptica forest. The western half. About fifty miles northeast of Innorsford. The world had blended around them like a painting that was just a smear of colors then became clear again. The travel was painless. Not like moving between worlds at all. ·
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Jorkahn Wealddir
Half-Elkagr
Champion of Jewels
Posts: 443
Prestige: Killer
Moral Alignment: Neutral
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Post by Jorkahn Wealddir on Dec 11, 2017 13:10:53 GMT -5
A frown formed on the lad's face as Allyria gave in to a coughing fit. It seemed as if even she was succumbing to the disease. Jorkahn had been fortunate enough so far. It seemed like the disease affected him less than most around him, though he was quite certain that would change soon. The Champion kept his hand on the woman's shoulder as a sign of comfort and bent down slightly, a look of concern on his face. When she broke away he simply watched and would only come to her aid if she gave him a reason to. The Ritgr's smile quickly formed into a smile at the countess's swift recovery.
Jorkan placed a hand firmly on Allyria's shoulder and, before she could blow the flute, spoke. "Are you alright?" He had a warm smile on his face, genuine concern in his eyes. Whether or not she answered before blowing the flute wasn't important to him.
Thresh:40 8JPot4sf All the failure!
Regardless of her answer, the warrior wouldn't hear it. Immediately upon appearing in the clearing, the half-elkagr blinked before becoming overwhelmed with dizziness and nausea. He took a few steps backwards before tripping over the underbrush and falling on his rear. He likely would have been able to keep himself from throwing up if it hadn't been for the sickness that suddenly wracked his body with spasms. He rolled over just in time to avoid vomiting blood and the contents of his stomach on himself.
Vit: 35 A failure at life (apparently)
He tries to will himself to stop but it appears the teleportation and sudden change in his surroundings have thrown off his body's equilibrium. Jorkahn continues to expel liquid from his lungs and stomach.·
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Post by Allyria Allenmorde on Dec 29, 2017 15:34:24 GMT -5
"Perhaps I should ask you if you're alright."
Allyria said with tongue in cheek. She wouldn't let Jorkahn die. Not on her watch. She might find it a little fun to watch him struggle, but only in the morbid way people laugh at the misfortunes of others. No actual harm was meant by it. That sort of laughter is more out of fear for oneself than any malice towards the other. She was becoming more accustomed to that outlook. She patted him on the back as he continued to throw up, providing only the momentary comfort a friend can while another is vomiting. If he needed it, she'd hold his hair back so it wouldn't get caught up in the mixture of awful.
"Are you well enough to continue? Or do you need some time to get that under control?"
Hacklung:10 CWbBE17a
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Jorkahn Wealddir
Half-Elkagr
Champion of Jewels
Posts: 443
Prestige: Killer
Moral Alignment: Neutral
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Post by Jorkahn Wealddir on Dec 30, 2017 14:02:22 GMT -5
Jorkahn couldn't help but laugh at Allyria's comment. Well, he tried to laugh, but only more blood and stomach contents came with it. He held up his hand from the ground, index finger extended in the universal sign for 'one moment please'. The Champion willed himself to stop coughing.
Vit: 35 8faRKkwE Failure
Unfortunately, his efforts were just as unsuccessful as the first time. The half-elkagr doubled back over and continued to cough his lungs out. He shook his head at Allyria's question. It seemed he would need more time after all. He couldn't wait to get rid of this horrible disease.
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Post by Allyria Allenmorde on Jan 6, 2018 16:34:42 GMT -5
Allyria waited for Jorkahn to regain his composure for a moment before acting. He didn't seem able to do it on his own for the time being as his body continued to convulse from the disease's onslaught. She focused on healing him with her magic, waiting to see the results before speaking again. He certainly looked worse for wear, there was no way they were going to be able to walk through the front gate looking like a couple of plague carriers. That would earn them a spear in the gut and a mass grave.
Not the way she wanted to spend the season. Though she'd undoubtedly survive that, as she's survived being ground into little bits to be digested, Jorkahn wouldn't. So that option of getting into Telle'Korasus was out. As was prolonging entry until the Drokagr weren't so paranoid about travelers. The plague would have killed everyone by then.
"You going to keel over and die? Cause I'll get started on your grave if you are."
Ok, so she couldn't help herself with the gallows humor.
Mend Wounds -Heals for 85 HP -Halves bleeding effect. -MP Cost: 10
*Thaumaturgy III, Healing I*
MP: 1112/1122 -10
Hacklung: 20 inN8|455
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Jorkahn Wealddir
Half-Elkagr
Champion of Jewels
Posts: 443
Prestige: Killer
Moral Alignment: Neutral
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Post by Jorkahn Wealddir on Jan 8, 2018 20:07:36 GMT -5
The pain he felt in his lungs and stomach was turning his vision white. The longer it went on the worse it got and the less he could breathe. The young man was starting to become a little panicked, what if the disease killed him? There was still so much he needed to do, people he needed to help, people he needed to kill. Misery had a habit of bringing out his worst thoughts, it seemed. The Champion squeezed his chest with one hand and squeezed his mouth shut with the other. This time he would attempt to force the coughing to stop.
YLguAeRR Failure
He couldn't tell if it was the teleportation or if the disease really was about to kill him, but for the life of him, the coughing wouldn't stop. The attempt to force it only caused his body to redouble its efforts to expel the lungs from his chest. He couldn't even laugh at Allyria's morbid joke. How distressing.
HP: 575/700 SM: 245 MP: 473
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Post by Allyria Allenmorde on Jan 10, 2018 18:58:28 GMT -5
"Oh dear... I've forgotten a shovel. Let me just make sure you don't die instead. Just sit down a minute."
Allyria wondered when the last time Jorkahn had a bath was, and when the last time he had any sort of treatment regarding the disease. Allyria was constantly treating herself, and she had taught others back at home to do the same. But this young man may not have had any idea what was happening to him. She laid another healing spell across his chest, trying to stave off the damage that was happening to him.
"You understand it's not some kind of curse right? It'll pass, you're a strong lad. Just work through it. Do you need anything?"
Hacklung: 30 Py|HP8N3 - Resist
Mend Wounds -Heals for 85 HP -Halves bleeding effect. -MP Cost: 10
*Thaumaturgy III, Healing I*
MP: 1102/1122 -10
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Jorkahn Wealddir
Half-Elkagr
Champion of Jewels
Posts: 443
Prestige: Killer
Moral Alignment: Neutral
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Post by Jorkahn Wealddir on Jan 18, 2018 19:33:35 GMT -5
Jorkahn was gasping for air at this point. Everything he tried to make the coughing stop didn't work. He supposed he just had to wait it out. More blood, the vomit had stopped, several gasps of air. This was the longest few minutes of his life. Well, second longest. [hr} j719obBa Failure
The agonizing pain continued. The clock ticked on. His life slowly left him. Perhaps Allyria really would have to bury him at this point. The Champion started becoming a bit panicked. There was so much left he had to do. You never really realized how scared you were of dying until you were right on death's doorstep. The lad nodded at his companion's first question and shook his head at her second one. He wasn't aware of anything else that could be done to make this stop.
HP: 590/700 SM: 245 MP: 473
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Post by Allyria Allenmorde on Jan 25, 2018 19:36:10 GMT -5
All Allyria could do for the young man was continue to heal him. This time she cast the spell multiple times, hoping a more pronounced healing will help him shake it off so they could continue traveling. She felt sorry for him of course. The disease was terrible and it deserved to be wiped from the face of the earth.
She felt the effects of the disease well up inside her chest, but before a cough could come out she swallowed hard, supressing it with the motion of the muscles. For the time being.
"That should help. Get a hold of yourself, Tyr would lament if he knew you were in this sort of shape."
Mend Wounds x4 -Heals for 85 HP -Halves bleeding effect. -MP Cost: 10
*Thaumaturgy III, Healing I*
MP: 1102/1122 -40 Jorkahn healed for 340
Hacklung: 40 Rchd75eS
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