Falling Starions
Jan 28, 2015 19:20:40 GMT
Post by Sharon on Jan 28, 2015 19:20:40 GMT
*Scrimshaw would listen carefully and frown as more of the secrets to her gifts are revealed, eventually a scowl replaced the frown and he would write quickly "i dont know about you, but i was always told that blood belongs inside the body, not coating weapons to make them impact harder" a few minutes later he would say "I really dont like the fact that you invoking your goddess or god makes you get all disfigured and scarred and in pain. something like that sounds like something the orcs and their spawn might enjoy more then a lovely compasionate lady as yourself."
*She wave a hand with a grimace.* In a few hours the scars heal. It is just in the moment and after that when I'm miserable. But that gift was intrumental in the creature's defeat. But Scrimshaw, there are at least five others of his kind. She held his gaze. "I suggest you flee."
He raised a brow at that request, then giggled a bit at her, shaking his head in the negative "might be five of them, but i aint one for running hwile others risk their lives." he paused at the thought a moment and added "granted, if my anchor rope breaks again, isnt really any telling where ill end up,"
You don't understand what they do. If Debne - that was his name - are like the others. It took Saraswarti and I to figure out his riddle, what he meant by 'Potential'. And by then we'd already lost two people. He killed them by overloading them with positive energy. He literally healed them to death!
Scrim looked completely lost at that and says "Wait, healed them to death? That makes no sense!"
"I know it doesn't, but if I can make you understand, my Prelate will. I have to have the archives opened and put all my influence to research his kind. It is possible these Starions have made sojourns to this world in the past. Perhaps they were even worshipped. But Debne was bent on destroying EVERYONE. *She took a breath and picked up pottery cup of sand.* "Imagine this is your body. She brushed away the top of the sand. "You are fully healed right now. You can only hold so much vitality within you. Debne would just keep piling up the sand until your vestle burst with it. Understand?"
He watched and studied what she was doing and showing him. and after watching it sink in he shuddered and looked back to the boat he usually napped on "looks like its time for the old codex rule number 23, fight.... so you can run away"
Saraswati and I...well...beat the living daylights out of the people he'd confronted at the gate and he went OUT of his MIND! 'Bitch, how dare you stop them from reaching their 'full potential!' " We saved their lives by dropping their physical vestles to where he would have to heal them again and the cycle went on and on. At last, between all of us and dispite how fast his own body healed he dropped his mortal facade and became the creature of pure light and energy.
He stares "how do you beat beat the foe?"
"Like any creature, if you keep knocking it down eventually it breaks. But now we had to keep ourselves from obsorbing so much healing we would die in the process. We kept ourselves with just enough damage he could not heal us to death.*She sighed.* Just saying that shoulds so ~wrong!~.
"He could not believe these we mortals could destroy him. Saraswati said he, ignored one vital thing; determination. I wept when she said that.
He nodded sagely and wrote down "its true though, the will of determination, can make mountains into simple hills, and all numbers of other things."
"So...you will not flee?" She asked as he finished bandaging her hands. She sighed in relief ease from here pain.*
He sighed softly "id like to say that i wouldnt run because i dont fear these star peoples, but thatd be a lie" taking a deep breath he adds "im not not gonna fight them if i can avoid it, besides, someone has to be here to help you out and listen to problems you have and dont feel you can get through yourself?"
A sad and thoughtful expression came over her. Her voice was finaly regaining it's melodie. Am I really that pathetic to you, Scrimshaw? You have seen both sides of me now. Are you that disillusioned?
Scrimshaw shook his head and patted the womans shoulder, then presented her with his writings "your not pathetic. you are a strong confident woman, youve got a strong will and a compasionate heart that will get you miles in this world. but your also a woman, and aperson, and that means youll second guess yourself, and wonder if its the right thing your doing." a smiley face with elf ears on it in the writing "thats where friends like me come in, we help you back on your feet if you stumble under the weight, we help you shoulder it until you can do it again on your own. its not that your pathetic or that your weak, its that we know you can only be strong for everyone so long before you crumble and we want to see you at your best at all times. especially now with these star people being as bad a news as you have said."
"All I know is that this week I am dispatching the fastest courior to the Capital I can. And I will be using all my authority as The Blessed to make sure the archives at St. Max's are scoured from top to bothom...Just pray we find something!"
*She wave a hand with a grimace.* In a few hours the scars heal. It is just in the moment and after that when I'm miserable. But that gift was intrumental in the creature's defeat. But Scrimshaw, there are at least five others of his kind. She held his gaze. "I suggest you flee."
He raised a brow at that request, then giggled a bit at her, shaking his head in the negative "might be five of them, but i aint one for running hwile others risk their lives." he paused at the thought a moment and added "granted, if my anchor rope breaks again, isnt really any telling where ill end up,"
You don't understand what they do. If Debne - that was his name - are like the others. It took Saraswarti and I to figure out his riddle, what he meant by 'Potential'. And by then we'd already lost two people. He killed them by overloading them with positive energy. He literally healed them to death!
Scrim looked completely lost at that and says "Wait, healed them to death? That makes no sense!"
"I know it doesn't, but if I can make you understand, my Prelate will. I have to have the archives opened and put all my influence to research his kind. It is possible these Starions have made sojourns to this world in the past. Perhaps they were even worshipped. But Debne was bent on destroying EVERYONE. *She took a breath and picked up pottery cup of sand.* "Imagine this is your body. She brushed away the top of the sand. "You are fully healed right now. You can only hold so much vitality within you. Debne would just keep piling up the sand until your vestle burst with it. Understand?"
He watched and studied what she was doing and showing him. and after watching it sink in he shuddered and looked back to the boat he usually napped on "looks like its time for the old codex rule number 23, fight.... so you can run away"
Saraswati and I...well...beat the living daylights out of the people he'd confronted at the gate and he went OUT of his MIND! 'Bitch, how dare you stop them from reaching their 'full potential!' " We saved their lives by dropping their physical vestles to where he would have to heal them again and the cycle went on and on. At last, between all of us and dispite how fast his own body healed he dropped his mortal facade and became the creature of pure light and energy.
He stares "how do you beat beat the foe?"
"Like any creature, if you keep knocking it down eventually it breaks. But now we had to keep ourselves from obsorbing so much healing we would die in the process. We kept ourselves with just enough damage he could not heal us to death.*She sighed.* Just saying that shoulds so ~wrong!~.
"He could not believe these we mortals could destroy him. Saraswati said he, ignored one vital thing; determination. I wept when she said that.
He nodded sagely and wrote down "its true though, the will of determination, can make mountains into simple hills, and all numbers of other things."
"So...you will not flee?" She asked as he finished bandaging her hands. She sighed in relief ease from here pain.*
He sighed softly "id like to say that i wouldnt run because i dont fear these star peoples, but thatd be a lie" taking a deep breath he adds "im not not gonna fight them if i can avoid it, besides, someone has to be here to help you out and listen to problems you have and dont feel you can get through yourself?"
A sad and thoughtful expression came over her. Her voice was finaly regaining it's melodie. Am I really that pathetic to you, Scrimshaw? You have seen both sides of me now. Are you that disillusioned?
Scrimshaw shook his head and patted the womans shoulder, then presented her with his writings "your not pathetic. you are a strong confident woman, youve got a strong will and a compasionate heart that will get you miles in this world. but your also a woman, and aperson, and that means youll second guess yourself, and wonder if its the right thing your doing." a smiley face with elf ears on it in the writing "thats where friends like me come in, we help you back on your feet if you stumble under the weight, we help you shoulder it until you can do it again on your own. its not that your pathetic or that your weak, its that we know you can only be strong for everyone so long before you crumble and we want to see you at your best at all times. especially now with these star people being as bad a news as you have said."
"All I know is that this week I am dispatching the fastest courior to the Capital I can. And I will be using all my authority as The Blessed to make sure the archives at St. Max's are scoured from top to bothom...Just pray we find something!"
