Maverick froze just outside the ring of firelight, not making a sound. A stranger stood over Shadrak with a spear in his hand. Still not making a sound, Maverick glided behind one of the pillars and carefully emptied his mind, becoming void of all emotion. Who wa this stranger? Where had he come from? Was he friend or foe? If he attacked Shadrak, would he be able to get there in time to save him? He realized with a sinking feeling that he could not. He'd have to make himself known if he had any chance to beat this stranger off. Not that he'd really be able to in his present condition. Still, he had a chance. His sword was still at his side. He released the void and stepped into the firelight, purposely stepping on a stray twig to get the strangers' attention. "Hello stranger," he said queitly, his eyes trained on the young man's every movement. "All are welcome to our fire." Here it came; the point where he would find out this mans intentions. Would he welcome an ally or fight off an attacker? He still held the bucket in hand as he started forward.
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Shadrak was vaguely aware of someone standing nearby. He heard Maverick say something. He looked at the stranger... paused a moment, then burst out laughing for no apparent reason.
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ooc: It seems that Sceotan has forgotten that he responded to this thread so I vote that we just go on without him and write him out. Whadaya say?
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Maverick walked wearily over to the campfire and sat down hard, the bucket clanking down next to him so hard some water spilled out. He grabbed the pack and pulled it close and began searching around it for herbs he had collected and put to use his woodlore. Bringing out a small wooden grinding bowl and matching grinder along with it, he sprinkled some leaves into it and began crushing them, working the medicinal juices out of the herbs. Once ground to his satisfaction, he set it aside, stripped off his jacket and bloody shirt, grabbed a clean rag from his pack, dipped it into the cold water and began cleansing his wounds. By the time it was over he was gritting his teeth--his was never a gentle healer-- and spread the occupants of the wooden bowl across the cuts with his fingers. It stung at first, feeling like cold fire spreading across his limbs but he soon relaxed and enjoyed the comfort it gave. "Come on Shadrak, your turn." He crawled over to the drunk dragging his wooden bowl, pack, and the scooting the bucket every now and then when his progression demanded it. "Sit up. We've got to clean those cuts befor they get infected."
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Shadrak (or should I say the general drunk), though muchly fogged, attempted to sit upright....but since his perceptions of up and down and directions as well were muchly skewed, he had much more difficulties getting up than usual. In the end he managed it...sort of. He mumbled something about youthful idiocy, though it wasn't apparent whether it was his or the warriors' he was referring to.
ooc: *grins* I wanna get drunk! just once! slightly... ^-^
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"Strip," Maverick grunted. He set about adding more of those leaves and herbs to the grinding bowl and got to work, his slight annoyence at not being able to sleep just yet fueling what little effort he put into it. As he ground his mind wandered, thinking of what he would do the minute he got back to civilization. He put in at the most luxurious inn in town and get the best room, with down pillows and a big feather bed and fresh sheets and have the cook prepare him a feast in a private dining room and afterwords he may just head into the sitting room to hear the tall tales of a wandering bard, and when it's all said and done he'd maybe invite the prettiest barmaid up to his room with him for a pleasent evening. He sighed contentedly at the thought.
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Shadrak gave him a slightly alarmed and rather shocked look. It seemed to displace some of the drunkenness in his mind. "When me shite turn purple and smell like rainbow sherbert!" he exclaimed. Whereapon he crossed his arms, mumbled something to the fire and sat back against a shattered stone, enjoying the heat from the fire which had taken it into its mind to go nova...somewhat contained...
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And maybe-- He stopped his pondering and blinked at Shadrak's reply. He would have begun laughing at it and wasn't exactly sure he would have stopped if it hadn't been for Shadrak's mutterings. Then he turned toward the fire as it had began glowing brighter. For a moment, he thought it might explode. He scrambled back away from the fire as fast as his now adrenaline-charged could get him and dove behind one of the pillars, cursing under his breath.
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The fire grew to the size of a small horse, and stayed there. Shadrak muttered again, to himself, a faint smile touched his lips as the heat soaked into him... and he went to sleep, curled up like a cat against a piece of moss-grown stone. In fact, there's a strange similarity between cats and dragons, they both purr when they're contented!
ooc: wheeeeeee.....well....as it turns out, I'm strangely tired today....nowwww.....you can either do something you were planning...if ye were, or we can both go to sleep and wave our magic wands and *poof* it's tomorrow, your choice ^-^
Maverick braced himself, expecting with Shadrak's current track record that the fire would explode, and waited....and waited....and waited some more. And strangely, a contented purring reached his ears. He braved a peak around the pillar and gawked. The fire had grown to magnanamous proportions, and Shadrak appear to be asleep and was purring! "Oh no you don't!" He scrambled around the pillar and over to Shadrak trying to shake him awake. "Hey. Wake up. If we don't clean those cuts they'll get infected and I'm not carrying you another step! Now wake up!" Why the couldn't teh man be in hi right mind? Or maybe he was in his right mind. Either way, it was going to be a long trip back.
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ooc: ROFL! yessss right state of mind alright.... ^-^
bic:
Shadrak absently pawed at Mavericks hands as he shook him.
"Mrfff?" he said, coming awake again, this time fully and less fogged then before (it's the heat of the fire, dragon, fire, association... you get?). He blinked owlishly up at Maverick, he looked around, and, detecting no threat of any kind, turned back to Maverick, "What was that for?" He clearly hadn't heard or remembered whatever had happened between the end of the fight and now.
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"Don't go to sleep just yet, we still need to clean those cuts. We can't risk them getting infected. Now take off your shirt." His words were clipped, even curt; but he was probably more tired then Shadrak and hadn't had the luxury of being carried all the way to the camp site, so he was entitled to it. He picked up the grinding bowl again and set to work, slightly annoyed at the man next to him. Must he do everything?
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ooc: *l* yep! I'm hunting you down! *dum-dum-dum!* *grins* just curious is all ^-^ sucks that ye dun have Messenger
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"What wounds?" Shadrak asked, becoming more awake all the time. "Ye mean the ones from the beast-bug?" he raised an eyebrow and a smile hovered on the edges of his mouth. "Then... you don't know?" Before Maverick could do anything a knife appeared in Shadrak's hand and he cut a line along the palm of his hand. The blood dripped for a moment, then the wound sealed itself, leaving no trace of its existance behind. He looked back at Maverick and realized that he might not appreciate the fact that he had gone through a lot more than Shadrak, and was still wounded without the capability to heal like that. He shrugged, "The beasts' blood mixed with my own, sending my body's chemistry off-balance. There's more risk of me dying from a small blood contamination than from a bigass sword, my body then shut me down and purged it, aaaand, I'm kinda fuzzy on everything from about the time after the beasty came back to about now." The healing capabilities of some dragons spawned the myth that dragons were immortal as well as immeasurably long-lifed. "Sooo.... what DID happen?" Shadrak asked, looking around at his surrounding properly for once.
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"Beastie? Oh, the creature on the hillside. It died and turned to stone, then the stone turned to dust and blew away on the wind. I carried you to theses woods about five miles away from the foot of the mountains--do you have any idea how heavy you are by the way? Anyway-- We stopped in these ruins because it's the closest thing to shelter I could find at the moment and--whew," Maverick placed as hand to his forehead and the other on the ground to steady himself as a wave of dizziness came over him. "Anyway I... think you could put the rest together. Oh! By the way, you were drunker there then an Irishmen for a while."
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Shadrak grinned, "SWEET!" he exclaimed, "I finally got drunk! ...even though it wasn't by my own voliation..." he shrugged. He'd noticed Maverick's slight waver, "So, what d'ye say to going to sleep, as I presume it's night time from the severe lack of light, and I'll stay up for Watch 'cuz I've already had my snooze, eh?" There was a peculiar accent in Shadrak's voice, one that didn't sound like any particular Senkinarian accent.
ooc: *grins* whhhhhhhheeeeee, I think I know where I can get bottle rockets and mitey mites!
plus I know how to make a li'l fun boomy out of a firework *grins*
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ooc: My god, the world is coming to an end...*dives behind the nearest fireproof object*
bic: "Hm? Yes, that sounds like a good idea..." He reached over and rummaged through his bag, pulling out a fresh shirt and then his cloak which he curled up in. He was asleep before his head hit the ground, his breathing deep and rhythmic as he absorbed the warmth of the fire. Above the fire, something glinted; something shiny and round.
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ooc: OOO! SHINY! *reaches for it* *gets zapped* AACCK! *grins*
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Shadrak leaned back, contemplating a bunch of random things. THe flames flickered casting odd shadows, shadows that danced, shadows that writhed, shadows that glinted....wait a sec....shadows don't glint! Shadrak frowned down at the fire, careful so that whatever it was wouldn't know it'd been noticed. Shadrak built an illusion weave spell around himself. Then another withing it that was another illusion weave. THe first weave he anchored to the gorund, it showed him staring into the fire moodily. The second hid him from any and all eyes. He slipped out of his first weave, holding the second in place about him. He went sort of half-dragon, more serpent and slid silently up the tree. He snuck up on whatever had glinted and pounced, slipping back into human form and shedding the second weave along with his serpent form.
ooc: ok, so now what did I just blindy grab? *hopes it isn't a poisonous snake*
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ooc: Okay, you just grabbed a clear crystal crystal orb that levitates over the little hollow where the fire is. It usually rests there except for when it is being used. In this case it is being used as a shield offering two beat-up wanderers sanctuary from the origional evil beastie thing. When you touch it though, something happens.
bic: Lights and whisps of smoke shot out of the orb so fast Shadrak didn't have time to react. The lighted mist gathered and formed tiny little bright lights, each with it's own assortment of appendages.. Star systems. Gas giants hovered around them, asteroid belts floating in random patterns and multicolored mists swirling with tortured slowness. It was a picture of the heavens. And in the vey center of it all, was the planet on which Senkinar rested. The orb held in mid air, bobbing as Shadrak's weight settled and adjusted to compensate, a faint, alternating hue of color glowing from it.
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Shadrak clung for dear life the the orb. He almost fell off it when he'd leaped for it and it'd exploded into sparkley twinklies. ....after he recovered from a near heart-attack he looked around. OOOOOO! sparklies!!! Shadrak thought to himself and reached out, almost without thinking about it and touched one of the "sparklies" hanging nearby.
ooc: ...uh-oh...watcha planning? what evil have I unleashed?!
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