Re: To Catch a Fox

**WolvenRemorse** Tue Jun 14, 2011 4:45 pm

Todd tipped a brow at Sigmund, what the hell was this woman? Why did she talk bizarre words at him? He figured to stay quiet for now, he didn't need any more trouble from anyone today. Listening to her ramble on, he stared at her breasts, which were right there, tempting him. A small, broken, smile crept on to his face in excitement, " You're right.. I need healing, to combat Ass woman. " He smiled, as she began to heal, he would lightly slide his other hand under his arm, out of sight, since she was busy healing, and stroked the underside of her breast.

He suddenly heard Xan talking to him, and looked over his shoulder, " Aw yeah, you know me, I can take an ass beating. I'll be alright, as long as she backs off for a while, or dies. " He watched the new comer walk in, and smirked, new entertainment, " Good Morning. " He called to her.

Ophelia noticed Lyron running straight for her, she made a little face, but it was unclear if she was happy, or laughing at him. But when Hofo had come in the door, she also ran back to Todd, to hide inside his pocket. When she was gone, she peaked out over the edge of the pocket to look around. Seeing the new comer, she made a little growl from his pocket, before slinking back down in to it.

Mack chuckled a little at the woman's words, " Sorry, Miss, we only carry gut rot as our strongest item, and it's pretty toxic to humans, and most humanoids. " He turned away, going to grab a glass, some ice, and filled the glass with water. He set it down in front of the ex Valkyrie, and moved to the newcomer, shouting from behind the bar, " What will it be? "

SlightlyDim Fri Jun 17, 2011 4:41 pm

Sigmund smiled lightly and gingerly placed her fingers on the sides of Todd’s face. “Just stay still.” Though he could not see it because her fingers were enveloped with her leather gloves, a white light began to radiate from Sigmund’s fingers. It was a simple spell for the woman, but she still had to concentrate on repairing all the damaged blood vessels in his face correctly. It worked though, healing and removing the damage done to Todd’s face. Sigmund closed her eyes, pushing her magic further to see if there were any underlying problems that Todd may have kept hidden underneath his clothes. She was sensing that he might have had some ribs broken that had not healed properly when she felt an added weight against her chest.

Todd may have noticed by now that when he… well grabbed her that he would not have gotten what he expected. Hiding out of sight under her clothes, Sigmund was donning a chain mail vest. It was something that Odin had permitted her since only soldiers were allowed to wear the traditional armor. But being a medic, Sigmund was allowed this much. She did not notice at first since the chain mail protected her, but after a moment Sigmund opened her eyes and looked down.

The same soft smile rested upon her lips and she did not change her kind tone. “Sir, I have killed men folk for lesser offenses, yet I feel I shall give you a fair warning. Continue to rest your hand against my chest any further and I assure you… you will be pulling back a bloodied stump.” Her ever calm and kind tone did not change nor did the pressure of her hands on his face. The only thing that showed Sigmund meant business was her eyes. Those glasses she wore could not hide her violet eyes that held a deep, dangerous spark. They were the eyes of a hardened warrior, someone who caused destruction and chaos, someone who had seen the cruelties of war. Someone who would follow through with any threats made.

Morning… Cantar closed his eyes tightly trying to ignore the sun streaming through his window. He just wanted to sleep; he was tired all the time now. Weeks before, he would be the first person up in his group, waking up his party to the sounds of his violin and dodging the rocks thrown at him in response. He rolled a bit blearily staring at the ceiling like it held the answers to his problems. Pressing his lips together in a thin hard line and much struggling, Cantar pulled himself into a sitting position his one leg hanging from his bed his toes touching the wooden floor, the other… the other leg the stump he was left with could not hang from the bed. For a moment he just stared, looking at the white bandaged appendage.

It was gone. The more he looked the more the cruel reality sunk in that his leg from a few inches above his kneecap and down was gone. With shaking hands he lightly touched the bandages. He had torn the pant leg short, he could not take feeling the empty fabric touching his other leg or moving in the breeze anymore. Cantar winced a bit, biting softly upon his lower lip. The flesh was still tender, and ached it had only been two or so weeks. The cleric, the one who healed him advised against heavy travel, but he could see that Cantar would not listen and taught him how to keep the wounds clean, speed up recovery, and what to take for pain. Though the cleric… ah... Korvin his name was had not prepared him for the type of pain he was feeling. Cantar could remember looking at Korvin with and asking with a pained smile, ‘Will it ever get easier?’ and Korvin replying, ‘Not really.’

It was becoming more real that this was his life now. That now he was incapable of doing the work he once had to support his family… his children… his wife. Frustrated tears welled up and dribbled down his warm sun browned cheeks. How in the world could he continue on like this? He was a freak... no it was worse, freaks could get jobs; they could adventure and support themselves. Who would ever want to hire him? Who would hire him now that he was a cripple? For a moment he let himself be selfish and cry, and looking up he saw his reflection in the mirror. Short orange hair that was slowly turning gold framed his face and tucked behind his pointed Elvin ears, red eyes, the spiral scar of a sun cut into his cheek. He wiped his tears against the sleeve of his red coat, pulled his pack to his back along with his violin, and reached for his crutches. Hobbling a bit he balanced himself upon the crutches, he was not used to doing this even after two weeks of struggling. Cantar’s arms were getting stronger and so was his other leg but his body still ached. Moving towards the door, he opened it, and went down the hall to the stairs.

Getting up was fairly simple but going down… ehh… The thought about sitting on his backside and sliding down crossed his mind, but he quickly disregarded it. Cantar had too much pride to even try it, he grabbed for the railing clutching it in a vice grip with his one hand and moving both crutches to be held by his other. He gritted his teeth, and moved slowly, just one step… okay, now the next…

However, his good leg was shaking with tension. He could barely bend his knee enough to even attempt any more action. It gave along with his grip and Cantar slid down the stairs. The loud clamoring, along his yipe in surprise echoed down the stairs into the tavern along with Cantar as he landed with a thud at the bottom.

"Oww... gods..." He groaned in pain, trying to pick himself from the floor, but his crutches had traveled out of his reach.

**WolvenRemorse** Fri Jun 17, 2011 5:53 pm

He enjoyed being healed, those pains that ached deep in his flesh were quickly melting away. After a moment of healing he could smile again without pain. Her words did not make him falter, rejection, and threats, were pillow talk to him anymore. He'd seen his fair share of women, angry, or not, writhing with pleasure under him. The fair sex was his favorite among lovers, because they were the only ones who would still bed with him no matter their attitude, " Ah, but surely these men you've met before, weren't following the caress with soft loving words, You are very beautiful, I'd surely love to see the rest of your beautiful self. " He grinned looking her up and down, but his hand retreated, he'd made his mark, and that's all he cared to do in public, anyway.

Upon hearing Todd's words, she slipped from his pocket, and put herself between the two humanoids. She looked at Sigmund with a glare, baring her teeth before hissing at her. She cuddled up close to him, tail wrapped around her body protectively.

Todd made a face at Ophelia before picking her up, putting her back inside his pocket, " You need better manners, Ophelia. " Was all he said in response, before going back to drinking his scotch.

Upon hearing the clatter down the stairs, he leaned back in his stool to look around the other patrons, and see the sun elf laying on the bottom of the stairs. Shaking his head, he called over, " You alright, buddy? "

Mack, the usually hardened man behind the bar, seemed to get very frightened by Cantar's sudden fall. Rushing over, he helped him up, " Are you alright, boy? " He called everyone who looked younger then himself boy, he didn't really mean it as an offensive thing. " Let me help you to a table, you can sit down, make sure you're not seriously injured. " Once he moved him to a table, and sat him down, he smiled, " What would you like to drink, sir? "

SlightlyDim Fri Jun 17, 2011 9:34 pm

Sigmund did not look impressed, but the small smile still touched her lips. “I’m sure those words have worked to win you many hearts in the past Sir Virgil.” Sigmund answered, slipping her medical gloves off, rolling them inside out, and storing them in her pack to clean later. She remembered most of the names she heard, and Hofo had spoken Todd’s last name.

She continued, “But I assure you, my heart is nothing like theirs.” She picked up her glass, downing the water quickly and gave a soft smile. “Thank you for the kind words about my figure, but my outward appearance matters not to myself, nor should I be judged upon it… so I believe this is all you will be privileged to view.”

When Ophelia growled, she looked down at the creature with wonder. She had not seen a rat before, and was mentally going down her list of what animals this one could be. Long tail, whiskers… AH! As Todd picked her up she commented, “What a lovely cat you have. You know… I have a little friend as well...” she removed her top hat to show off her own little companion. The small hedgehog who sat on top of her head blinked at the sudden light, it curled a bit making a puffing sound before settling down and looking about the room. Sigmund raised her hand to her scalp and it snuffled and snorted climbing from her hair to her palm. She brought him down and it stared at Todd snorting a bit trying to figure out what this man could be.

“Quite a nice little dog isn’t he?” Sigmund almost cooed, and the hedgehog turned about hearing her voice and made an auditable purr. “Dog is smart as well, see…” she leaned down placing the hedgehog on the floor, it snorted a bit sniffing at the bar stools and staring at Emberstorm’s large paws. “Stay, Dog.” Sigmund commanded, and immediately the small creature froze. It blinked looking at her until the Cleric said,“Good boy” before he resumed sniffing about the floor.

“Here watch this… Okay Dog… dance do a dance!” she used her pointer finger to draw a circle around and around in the air. The creature watched her for moment before he ran in a small circle making little snorts and whistles. “ I cannot get him to sit though, he just curls into a ball instead.” Sigmund said with a small sigh, as Dog stopped running in circles he sniffed at Emberstorm’s paw. He did not feel threatened in the least just curious at this large creature. He did however curl up into a protective ball when Cantar fell down the stairs. He stayed like that for a moment before, uncurling and resumed examining the Chakat.

Sigmund was about to stand, and she murmured to Cantar, “Good Odin are you hurt?” but Mack had beaten her to it, and she settled back down, she glanced sadly at his crutches… another taken from the field.

Cantar felt grateful to Mack for helping him, but also ashamed. He did not want to be treated any differently because of his disablement, it was not like he was weak or anything… weak… no he was weak, he could barely walk. Cantar had just fallen, they would still help him if he had fallen with two legs right?

He was about to accept Mack’s hand when a look of terror crossed his features, “I’m not bleeding am I?!” he asked a little too quickly touching at his face and arms. He looked at his leg fearing that he had torn open his flesh in the fall. However, Cantar had not, and all Cantar was at the moment was a bit bruised in body and pride. He was helped up and tried to support himself on his own, but failed and ended up leaning against Mack as he was helped to a near by table. Cantar once seated looked at his scattered crutches on the floor, and reached down gripping one and using it to nudge to other closer so he could grasp it. He leaned the two against the table by his foot.

“Just my pride was hurt a bit, I realized I will not be a long jumper anytime soon” Cantar replied trying to sound lighthearted and gave a pained smile at Todd, he did not even want to look at the other patrons in the tavern in fear of what looks could be crossing their features.

“Ah, thank you Sir.” Cantar said to Mack, it sounded genuine, and honestly he was extremely grateful, he just was trying not to make such a big fuss about it. ‘Oh gods please don’t look at me like a broken toy… please…’ If it was one thing he learned about being a bard is that mistakes happen, and just to take those mistakes and roll with them. Humor; just brush it off with humor. “I must say that you need not worry about robbers or fiends upon your stairs. Why they must be made of dogwood because of how viciously they attacked my ankle!” Cantar said with a laugh, “Juice if you have it, and a slice or two of toast, burn the toast please.”

**WolvenRemorse** Sun Jun 19, 2011 4:14 pm

Pouring himself another glass of scotch, he picked the glass up, pressing it to his lower lip, listening to Sigmund deny him. It's alright, time was on his side, Love is an art form, a battlefield, nothing good is won quickly. He preferred to think of it like creating the perfect potion, slow, thoughtful, movements. When Sigmund spoke about Ophelia, he laughed behind his glass, " Madam, She is a Rat, or better known by their scientific name as Rattus Norvegicus. " He sipped his drink, " If you need any help remembering animals, I have some books you could look at... " He reached beside him, going in to a small brown bag on his belt loop, and despite the bags size, he pulled out a medium sized leather back book, and set it on the bar for her, " Here, all the animals, and pictures of them, you'd ever want. Of course, these only include animals from Earth, since I haven't been to many places. "

Looking at her Hedgehog, he tipped a brow, " Once again, Madam, I must correct you, that is not a dog, that is a Hedgehog, or their scientific name Atelerix albiventris. " He shook his head a little, " Though I guess to a... very untrained eye you could confuse them. They have a similar thought process, they can learn tricks, know their own name, and I assume, they make similar bonds with their Humanoids. Unfortunately, I haven't had the pleasure of owning my own Hedgehog, perhaps one day... " From inside his pocket, Ophelia huffed, resenting the statement. " But, Ophelia is the only critter who owns my heart... She's... special to me. " A smile touched his lips, some real emotion for once, before he drank some more of his scotch.

((I'll respond to Cantar in a new post. I need more time to think.))

**Susano** Mon Jun 20, 2011 6:44 pm

((sorry for the absence, i was in a car accident a couple days ago... >.< I'm okay now though ^^ ))

Mara only slightly noticed the newcomer slip in after Hofo's leave, but she ruled it as unimportant. The spotted elf ate her breakfast and seemed to ignore everyone, yet she wore a smile, almost as if she were happy about something that no one could figure out.

Emberstorm chuffed at Todd agreeing with that bully's words. "I think I'll decided who is good or bad for myself. Besides I don't see you openly bullying anyone." Hir tail flicked in annoyance at the whole display before shi turned to her own plate of food and ate. Shi noticed Mara's expression and was about to ask what was on the elf's mind when she felt hir hand-paws being sniffed at. The chakat raised a brow at the little hedgehog as shi looked down. as shi went to pet it with one of hir Hand-paws a clattering from the stairs startled it. Out of curiosity and concern Ember turned to see what was going on. Shi would have rushed to help had Mack not gotten there first. Even Mara nearly jumped off her stool to help but again she wasn't fast enough. Seeing the man was taken care of, Ember turned back to the Hedgehog and picked him up off the floor with hir Hand-paw, then passed him to hir hands so shi was holding him. Shi petted him a bit and handed him back to Sigmund, "Please just call me Ember, ma'am." Shi said responding to the earlier miss pronunciation of 'Chakat'. "It's not safe to let little guys like this run around, they might get stepped on." Shi added with a pat on Dog's head.

Mara seemed to have taken a small interest in the one legged man. She crawled off the stool and waltzed her way over to him. A smile still graced her lips as she examined the crutches the man had.

SlightlyDim Tue Jun 21, 2011 12:29 am

((No need to apologize Susano! Glad to hear that you are okay))

“So she is a rat…” Sigmund replied, trying to commit Ophelia’s features to her memory. She dare not even try and say the scientific name because it quickly left her memory as soon as it had entered.

When Todd commented about ‘Dog’ she grinned widely “AHA! So that is what breed he is! A… hedgehog. I knew that he could not possibly be a Labrador! Wait until I tell the other daughters.” She stared at Todd’s pocket intrigued by Ophelia before her attention was drawn to the book. She stroked its cover idly and opened it; Sigmund flipped a few pages with the same smile upon her lips, so many different kinds! She did not know where to start; she almost felt a girlish flush rush to her cheeks. Yet, she heard Nole's voice replay in her mind.

'Live as much as you can Miss Valhazent. This device will give you only a few years, and since it is crude in nature maybe even less. I’m sorry for placing a timestamp upon your life, but I should be able to find a cure for you… But until then you must try to live as much as you can. You may die very shortly…'

She shut her eyes, closed the book, it and slid it back to Todd, that same impassive smile reclaimed her lips. “As tempting and generous as this offer is, I will have to decline Sir Virgil. Looking at pictures and text is all well and good; however, they are just pictures and words. I would like to learn about these creatures as I see them and experience each one as living breathing souls… not just as characters in a book. If that means I shall remain ignorant until I meet such creatures… well then so be it.”

Sigmund saw the brief flicker of emotion from Todd, but did not know what to fully make of it. She could not fathom Todd’s situation nor did she know about it, however, the look he had given was a similar look see had seen given by another, by Nole’s wife when she spoke about her husband. “You are quite lucky to have found one that makes you smile as such Sir Virgil. You should count yourself lucky, and not…”

However, she was unable to continue as her attention was drawn away as Ember began speaking to her. She looked at Dog, who was making a whistling type of noise. It meant that he was happy, well more then happy; the little creature was practically in ‘hedgehog heaven’. Since he did not get out to often Dog was enjoying any attention he received from others. Of course Sigmund took care of him, and simply adored Dog, but he was indeed an attention ‘hog’.

When Ember had picked him up he flinched a bit at her touch, but did not tense completely. If he had she would have felt a small prick, but Dog did not stick her at all. Dog enjoyed being petted, and his underbelly was nice and soft.

“Ah, than please just call me Sigmund.” She said to Ember, giving a small bow, “No need for such formalities, saying ma’am make me sound like an old maid!” Sigmund said with a hearty laugh. “And do not worry about Dog; he is quite a hefty little guy. I would be more worried about those who would try and step upon him!” She laughed as he was deposited into her palm. Sigmund dug about her medical pack before pulling out an apple wrapped in brown paper, and what looked like was medical type of knife before she began to cut off thin slices. Sigmund would offer pieces to Dog who would take each one greedily, and chomped loudly as juice dripped unto her palm.

“I do not know what rats eat but, would your… ah.. Ophelia like some?” She asked holding out a slice towards Todd, “I assure you, it is a brand new knife, it has not touched flesh… other than the apple of course.”

“OH!” She said, suddenly remembering why she was in this town, “Have either of you seen a human man named Nole with long brown hair, wears goggles, and sometimes goes by the name of The Artificer?”

As Cantar waited for Mack he could feel the eyes of someone else upon him. Turning slightly he saw Amarah standing near him, looking at his crutches with an odd look upon her face, or at least to him it was odd. Before saying anything he studied her, Cantar’s eyes fixed upon her pigtails… his daughter, she had the same type of hair style. Granted, his daughter was two years old, and her hair it was much shorter and she often would mess the pigtails up… but none the less the sparkle in Amarah’s eyes and the way she did her hair made Cantar smile wistfully. He missed his little Wren; she was much like her mother, such a spitfire, always running about… Right, she could probably out run him now, heck she could probably out walk him in the sorry state he was in.

Cantar shook his head a bit. Enough! It was too early in the day for all this depression, and he had already gotten himself in sour mood from being so pessimistic. If this continued he would be stuck in a rut and the day would just go to waste. Besides, there had to be someone in this town who could help him with his predicament.

“What you need is a mechanic.”

Cantar did not understand Korvin at first; it took many hours of explanation before the sun elf could even fathom what the cleric had told him. But would it be possible to even make such a thing? A fake leg that would give him his mobility back… no a metal one that would give him complete mobility like his original was unheard of from where he hailed. Cantar was from a realm that was ran entirely by the rules of swords and spells, so naturally the technology here was just, well; it was a bit of a sensory overload for him. These metals, gears, and wires… it was all so strange and fascinating. He had to pick his jaw from the floor at seeing such advanced machinery. But even though he was still new to all of this, for the first time in two weeks Cantar was given a glimmer of hope. Being able to adventure and earn coin for his family, to run, it did not seem like such a distant dream.

“Can I help you?” Cantar asked Amarah with a small but confused smile. He had a pleasant musical voice, but being a bard that was to be expected.

**WolvenRemorse** Tue Jun 21, 2011 7:46 am

The door was swung open, and in stomped a woeful soul, catching every ear he could grab with his voice. In a melody, the man cried a tale that was weaved with sadness....

" My dear Chaps and Ladies!
I beg you to hear me as I weave this tale,
today I have been bested and given the crazies,
so sit back, listen up, and pull up an ale!

It all began as I float along in my pond,
Minding my own business I was,
When an eerie light came from beyond,
I sat up to find it was not my first probable cause,

A moth huge and beautiful flew towards me,
But something about it set my scales on edge,
and I now realize I was right to be, you see..
Because it brought with it a terrible, uncontrollable, fire, I dread... "

He clapped a webbed hand over his eyes, in he was clearly upset, his colorful body had specks of burnt debris on it, burns on part of his beautiful scales. This unique looking creature was something well known for those who have lived on Libero Mundus, the Narsp were an original species, whom found their way slowly in to the Humanoid town. Though, for those new to Mundus, this creature was a spectacular sight. Pointing in a direction, he shook his head, his gill tentacle moving behind him, " I don't know what to say... other then, the Forest is on Fire. These creatures must be stopped... and I only know one way to do it. " He frowned, looking around the room, " The Naga. "

**WolvenRemorse** Tue Jun 21, 2011 6:21 pm

Shrugging to Sigmund, he pocketed the book, " Suit yourself, though, I believe it's foolish, one who denies themselves the right to knowledge... " He finished his glass of scotch, and looked at the apple, " Sure, Rats love most food... " He took the apple lightly, and put it in his pocket, inside the audible chewing and crunching was the only response. He didn't care about his pocket getting sticky, Ophelia meant more to him then that. As he was about to speak to the group, about the Fire Moths, the Narsp came in, wildly chanting.

He tipped a brow, immediately turning in his seat to look at this creature. He was not, familiar with this particular one, but he'd seen the Narsp Village, he lived close to them in his guild, " Eh? A fire? Well, that's no good... " He immediately jumped up, pulling on his cloak, dropping some gold on the counter, " Mack, I'll catch you later. " He turned to the door, heading toward it to leave, he had to deal with these damn Moths, and if that meant taking a risky trip in to the woods, he would, " Well, I hope the Naga enjoy guests. "

The older man just grumbled before going back in to the back room, returning quickly with Cantar's food, moving to his table to slide it in front of him lightly, " Here you go, if you need anything else, let me know.. " He smiled, lighting his cigar and walking off. Chuckling at his joke about the stairs being vicious.

**Susano** Wed Jun 22, 2011 3:28 pm

Ember smiled at the loss of formalities, shi wasn't much for keeping things 'professional'. Shi patted the little creature one more time as Sigmund asked for Nole, Ember shook hir head. "I'm sorry, I've not heard of anyone by that name.. I'm still new to the planet myself." After all, this was only hir second day on Libero as a resident, "But If I do meet him, I'll point him in your direction." Shi said kindly before bowing hir head and turning towards Mara. It was a good thing the Tavern was big or shi would have a harder time maneuvering hir way around. This place was obviously built with only humanoids in mind.

Mara smiled at the yellow haired elf when he greeted her, well in her head it was a greeting. She stepped a bit closer and smiled brightly, "These wouldn't happen to be made of metal, would they?" She asked pointing to Cantar's crutches, she obviously was more curious and fascinated by his crutches than she was his missing leg. the spotted elf didn't even notice when Emberstorm padded over to her. The chakat was merely watching and motioned a nodded greeting to the man at the table.

Ember's ears swiveled at the sound of the door opening. When shi turned to see who was coming in, hir eyes were greeted by an odd being. An orange and white humanoid creature that in many ways reminded hir of a koi fish. The creature spoke of the same fire moths Todd had shown hir the night before, and shi had almost forgotten about them. Then it spoke of 'The Naga', what was a naga? Ember's curiosity was already getting the best of hir. This planet offered interesting peoples and creatures. Maybe it was a good thing shi was here, shi always wanted adventure. As shi saw Todd get up to leave, the chakat nudged Mara making the spotted elf jump. "Come on." shi insisted, as shi turned toward the door.

Mara nodded to her taur friend and gave a grin to the one legged elf. "If you find a metal material that you like, I can help you with your leg. We live here now so just ask around if anyone's seen hir," she pointed to Emberstorm. "That's where you'll find me." Mara gave a theatrical bow to the elf and followed Ember out of the tavern.

SlightlyDim Thu Jun 23, 2011 6:30 pm

“I wish they were. They are made of wood Miss.” Cantar replied to Amarah, he smiled lightly and went to speak when Errol burst into the tavern. He watched this ‘creature’ walk by and was deeply intrigued. Not only was the creature strange, he was speaking like a bard would. Riddles, songs, tales, all cultures seemed to have them and it made Cantar feel as if he were part of a larger world much bigger then his own.

Sigmund’s eyes widened at the sight of Errol, she barely even heard what he was saying since she was fascinated as to what he was. However, she did understand one thing.. ‘fire’. She stood, replacing Dog on top of her head before placing her top hat on her head as well. Sigmund was not sure as to how much a glass of water would cost, but she still left Mack at least two gold pieces on the counter.

One thing was going through her mind at the moment and that was to assist. She was a healer and magic user after all, and by the looks of Errol and his burned patches of skin, she could suspect that there was more of his kind possibly in the forest. They could be trapped or even worse, dying from smoke inhalation or burns. Sigmund despite her previous activities was more interested in healing the hurt and needy, instead of destroying her enemies. Though she was not going to pass up sending an evil person to where they belonged.

“Excuse me…” she said hurrying up to Errol. She would hand him a small bottle of ointment for his burns, and a small folded up packet. If he was to open it he would find dried large leaves also known as burdock leaves. “If the wounds are causing you pain, please use cool water to clean the wounds. Then boil some water and immerse the leaves in the water to re-hydrate them. Take them out when soft, and place this ointment over the burns, then place the leaves over the ointment and wrap bandages over the leaves to hold it all in place. It should help. Excuse me, I must assist them.” Sigmund gave a small bow and darted from the tavern trying to follow Todd, Amarah, and Ember.

Cantar sat speechless as Amarah ran out. A worker of metal, he could hardly even grasp what was happening. So quickly and he had found one?! Wait a mechanic! Fire? He could help, he had spells, his blood, he could… “WAIT! I can help!” Cantar called, struggling to stand but it was already too late and he was left behind as Amarah, Ember, Todd, and Sigmund all left. He stared at the door, and flopped back to his chair feeling useless… feeling like a gods damn cripple.

“Who am I kidding? I would only get in the way.” Cantar groaned, speaking to himself out of frustration. The bard frowned; looking at the candle placed upon the table and held his hand directly over the flame. The fire touched and licked at his skin, but it did not burn nor blister. In a swift motion he literally plucked the flame from the wick, rolling it between his fingers like one would a coin. He stared at the flame as it sat on his palm it flickered softly, he could not feel it’s heat, and he never had. Well, not since the sun had been carved on his cheek had he suffered the pains from fire, he even could... Cantar closed his palm and the fire snuffed out. “What good is it having this blood curse when I can’t even walk.”

**WolvenRemorse** Fri Jun 24, 2011 5:16 am

(( Those going to follow Todd: https://liberomundus.forumotion.com/t25-quest-fire-moths-1#73 ))

The Narsp just looked at her confused, " Oh-Oh... " Taking the things she offered, he turned them over in his hands, looking at them closely, " Th-Thank you, Miss... " He watched her turn away, with a small frown, " Be careful! " was all he could mutter before she disappeared.

He looked at the 'cripple', listening to him complain, " If you want to go with them... I can take you... You don't look like you'd get in the way. " Errol walked up to him, turned his head, as his frog like eyes blinked, " My home is in the center of the fire... so I know the area really well... "

SlightlyDim Wed Jun 29, 2011 11:40 am

Cantar was torn, he wanted to go, but he still felt… encumbered by his disablement. He was not sure what he could do, his control over fire was still relatively new to him. Every time he was direct sunlight, even close to a flame, Cantar could feel heat energy of the fire twisting inside him, writhing and contorting like a molten snake. Closing his eyes, he could feel the scar upon his cheek almost burn with excitement. It was if it was urging him to go forth, feel the real heat and destruction that flames could cause. He shook his head, and reopened his eyes and looked at Errol.

“I hope you are right song brother of mine…" grasping his crutches he pulled himself to a standing position, "Lead the way, I pray that we can accomplish some sort of good.”

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