Tower of the Deep

[Thomas Barkshield]

My magic can help a little bit, but it will take time to heal. With that, Tordeks hands glowed with magic, hopefully taking the pain away.

[KitrallStreamrippler]

Rhys watched the process in fascination. She had never really needed to fight before, and it was only after the battle with- what had Sedge called it? The Ashen Fiend. Only after the battle with the Ashen Fiend had Rhys realized how useless her skills were in a fight. Or after one, she thought, looking at Rusvul's injuries.

[Rusvul]

Rusvul felt such peace, such calm... and such incredible pain. But somehow, rather than shattering the peace and comfort, the pain worked with it. He looked at his wound, and it was fading very slowly. He felt much better immediately, but he knew that his friend wouldn't have enough Auma to keep this up for long. "Stop, that's enough. You're going to drain yourself too much." With that, Rusvul stood up, and drew his knife- with his right hand- tossed it, caught it, and threw it, sticking in the eye of the Ashen Fiend. "There's not much wrong with me if'n I can sling a blade like that." He retrieved his weapon, and, still burnt on his right side, though, not nearly as badly, walked towards the others again.

[KitrallStreamrippler]

OOC: I like your description of the healing, Rusvul. Very nice.

BIC: Rhys was awed by the healing, but she realized that they probably couldn't stay here for much longer. Bowing slightly, she said, "I think we should be going. Who knows what sort of beasties lurk in the shadows of this dark place?"

[Rusvul]

OOC: Thanks. Hey, how do you pronounce Rhys? Rice. Riss, Ries?

[KitrallStreamrippler]

OOC: You're welcome. Um, I've always pronounced it "riss", but I could be wrong. *shrug* That's what sounds best to me, anyway.

[Norham Waterpaw]

Ooc: Whoops, I've been thinking "rise" this whole time.*derp*

[Dannflower Reguba]

Ooc: Whoops, I've been thinking "rise" this whole time.*derp*

OOC: Same here! 

[KitrallStreamrippler]

OOC: Ah, whatever works. And, um, are we actually going to leave this room, or...? (I don't know...)

[Norham Waterpaw]

Ooc: yes, let's! 

Amos followed Sedge out of the room.

Ooc: Well, that worked. 

[Rusvul]

Rusvul stood up and walked through the door, wondering what they would have to face next. He hoped it would be a table full of food and a few warm beds. And some very potent healing magic. "Wonder what the chances of that happening are" he muttered to himself.

[KitrallStreamrippler]

Rhys looked at Rusvul. "The chances of what? Us getting out of here? Don't worry. I trust Sedge."

[Rusvul]

"Nothing. I was just wondering what the chances are of a nice hot meal and a safe bed. Probably really low."

[KitrallStreamrippler]

Rhys chuckled. "You're right there, friend. As soon as we get out of here and back home, though, I'll set out a feast like you've never seen."

[Norham Waterpaw]

Ooc: In math class again.

Amos followed the group, he needed to get out, he wanted to go home. He didn't remeber his home, but he had fond imaginations though.