The Knights of Rhodernia [Semi-Lit+Fantasy] CLOSED

[classi]

Vethro Belomondore

Vethro heard his friends talking. He closed his eyes, his hand strewn across his wound.
"I'm here." He said faintly, knowing that they could not hear him. His eyes kept moving to look at the lifeless man on his floor. Oh, how he wished that the farmer had not attacked him!
He took in a deep, labored breath, wincing as a sharp pain rose from his chest. He lay his head on the stuffed pillows, unaware of his surroundings. Everything became darker, and Vethro knew he was loosing lots of blood. Not enough to kill him, he was sure, but enough to make him faint. He stared at the red splotch on his apparel. It grew bigger, then smaller, then different colors. His breathing seemed to loudly echo off the walls. Black dots danced before his eyes. Everything grew quiet, and pressure pounded against his ears . . .

[Mayiamaru]

Mayia followed the others to the room and at the scent of blood she froze, her hands clasped over her mouth. She took out a handkerchief and tied is over her mouth and nose to block out the scent and went forward, looking in through the doorway. "... O-Oh my..." She said quiety, her eyes widened a bit. She could see that it was too late for the farmer, but Vethro seemed to be able to be helped. She took the gauze from the pouch that hung around her waist. She came to Vethro, not caring to keep up her image, and examined his wound. "T-This is deep. We need something to disinfect it!" Mayia called out to the others. "Vethro, lie down. You don't want to lose any more blood." She was being naturally assertive for once. Wounds were things that she couldn't leave unattended. This is a lot of blood... I'll need to be careful... Mayia thought to herself, small twinge of fear in her eyes.

[Symphonia]

.:.Clara Louise Golding of Albava.:.

Life is a story - just survive long enough to see its happy ending...

Clara regarded Vethro's wound with pure horror. Her tight grip upon the sheaths on her back loosened, and her arms fell limply to her sides. She noticed the dead man on the floor, and felt slightly light-headed

If only she had noticed that this man was paying close attention to them. If only she hadn't been so absorbed by her food; she coulve ensured Vethro's safety.

Who was she kidding, she should have insisted that the group stayed together.

Of course, Clara knew that it wasn't her fault, deep down, but she was still horrified by the sight she was seeing. Vethro was practically dying right before her, and she couldn't stop it. She was a fighter, though she wasn't always all that fond of it; she didn't know how to save somebody's life.

Other than just not fighting in the first place.

She looked at Mayia. "Mayia, you use magic, can you heal him? Do you know what you can do to save him?" She said in a frantic voice, tripping over her words. She couldn't lose one of the guild members; they still had a task they had to preform. They would finish the goal they set out to do together.

That's what Clara liked to think, at least.

[Mayiamaru]

Mayia took out a small packet of dried herbs from her pouch and put them on the desk by the bed. "My magic isn't so strong that I can heal him fully, but half way, possibly. But we need to treat it first. Bring water and a clean cloth! Before the wound gets infected." She said, looking around the room for something to use. Nothing... She looked down at the dead farmer and spotted a little dagger in his belt. She took it. "I think I know a good spell... but it takes a little preparation. Pleas hurry with the water, and something for Vethro to wear after this. All the clothing near the wound will vanish if I use it..." Mayia said, belaying a bit of information about the spell as she used the dagger to slit her finger and with the blade and began to draw with her blood on the carpet.

The symbol was rather elaborate. Once it was done, she stabbed the bloody sword that the man had used to hurt Vethro into the center. She then took something from her pouch that looked to be a vile of water and poured it over the blade before putting her hands to the handle. The symbol lit up with power, and that was it. She just needed to make sure that Vethro's wound was clean before it was healed.

[Sijach~Shadowstorm]

"Oh god." Elenwen whispered as they got upstairs. She looked at the wound with horror, the blood, to many bad memories. She could feel her stomach do flips and Angrywell humming in its seath. She closed her eyes and took a couple deep breaths. When she opened them again she was in control, she spotted the dead "farmer" on the floor, millions of questions jumped into her head. She pushed them aside, she could ask later; right now Vethro needed help. She dug into her pouches and soon found some bandages, hopefully they would help.

[salinity]

{ I am so sorry, there was a black-out where I live since last Wednesday and I just got electricity again. Should I pull out of this or hop back in? If the second one could anybody catch me up ^__^; Thanks <3 }

[classi]

(( GTG, Vethro is fainted right now. ))

[Mayiamaru]

(Alrighty then XD)

Mayia took in a breath to build a little courage and removed Vethro's clothing away from the wound so that she could work. She quietly tended to the wound using the herbs she left on te table and tucked away the gauze that she had taken from her pouch. She wouldn't need the bandages if the spell worked out the way that it needed to. Mayia had to tighten the handkerchief that was blocking out the smell of blood. She may have hated blood, but she couldn't let a comrade die.

Finally, the wound was clean enough to preform the procedure. She focused her energy and the spell took its course. The sword in the middle of the circle was slowly beginning to desintigrate. The small light left went directly through Mayia and into Vethro's wound. It was a painful process that would leave Mayia weak, but it would be enough to save a life. Once the spell was complete, Vethro's wound was nearly completely gone at this time, just leaving a small indentation. Mayia couldn't handle it though. That wound was very painful apparently... She could feel it run through her body and fell to her knees, clutching her hand to her dress, just above her heart.

"I-I've done what I can... He'll be... alright..." Mayia said quietly, holding onto her consciousness. There was always some kind of consequence when it came to healing spells. Especially with one like this. "I need to... get out of here..." Mayia whispered, her hands over her mouth now. She could smell the blood, her eyes were wide and she was shaking with fear. She didn't want to become the monster in which she feared so much.

[Hobbit]

{I've been thinking about my character, and made some personality/loyalty changes.}

Daeron watched the fast recceding sun from his seat on the ground.
It was time to go back. He had no idea what to expect from his guildmates.
It didn't really matter what they thought of him. All that mattered was keeping a spot in the guild.
The guild was his key to safety. As long as he was a member of the guild, no one would suspect him of being a runaway.
The guild was his alibi. They would never turn him in, even if they found out about his past.
They couldn't turn him in to the Royal Guards, not the Knights of Rhodernia. Neither could he turn them in.
Rhodernia were marked men. (And women) To show your face to the Royal Guards was instant death.

A wry smile crossed his face. Do they actually trust you, those 'friends' of yours? He wondered.
Regardless, it was time to return to the tavern. He pocketed what was left of his money.
With long strides, he soon stood within the courtyard. Taking a breath, he stepped inside.

They were not in the tavern.
This was something he had not anticipated.
Perhaps they were not as loyal as he had thought?

Just as he was about to run to the stables to see if their horses were gone, he saw Elenwen heading up the stairs.
He sighed in releif. He needed these people still. He couldn't lose them now.

He took the steps two at a time to keep Elenwen in sight.
When he got to the top, he went to the far side of the door and peered in, where he would be nearly invisible to the others.
He couldn't see the farmers body, nor make out who was on the bed, apparently dead.
For a moment, Daeron wondered if he was somehow to blame. He felt an odd sensation.
What is wrong with me? I've killed people before...


{Hmmm, I have a bit of an odd request. Could any of you give me crit/suggestions on my writing?
You're all so good, and I would like to improve. I hope thats not wrong to ask.}

[Mayiamaru]

(I would say that you are a excellent writer ^_^ But seperating all of your sentences like that might be holding you from your full potential. [Hope that helps a little]
P.S. Mayia is by the bed. She hasn't moved from that place since she got there. [I am not sure if I read your post wrong or misinterpretted something, but that's there... So yeah ])