Post by Deleted on Jan 30, 2014 21:48:14 GMT
Let the storm rage on
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The scent of blood was in the air, despite any other senses saying otherwise. Blackcoat didn't intend to be way out here on the outskirts of the safety zone, nor did he intend to end up in a situation like this. It had all started innocently enough. There he was, leaving one of the places he had been using as an impromptu sleeping spot when the night just took him away. It was just the way the sky looked tonight; sets of stars calling to him to go out and find a better view of such things.
What he didn't expect was to end up on a complex path through the city's heart, going from one end to another in an odd array of slides, ducks, and dips until he finally left the larger part of civilization and exited the safe zone perimeter, effectively now in the area of wild monster spawns and danger.
Danger wasn't all he was going to end up coming across, it seemed. There was movement; Blackcoat held tight to his starter staff and kept his eyes focused on the situation, expecting some substandard slime to appear in the best situation, and worse, someone to mug him and send him to his death... again. It wouldn't be the first time someone took all his money.
What stumbled out was not a monster, but a player - one that was extremely injured, it seemed, and on the verge of passing out. She couldn't have been older than sixteen, perhaps, as far as in-game appearances went. Ravenloft hair fell onto Blackcoat's clothes as he dropped his staff and caught her from falling, feeling her legs buckle but try to re stiffen. He shushed her as she tried to make words, moving to lay her down as fast as he could, hands out and over her like a scanner. A mental thought activated his Heal skill, skimming over her game-caused wounds and restoring her out of the danger zone of health. Low in level, by how much he healed. He started to lightly use his Healing Light skill, trying to pump her into a state where she could words.
As he thought about it, in-game injuries shouldn't do this damage to a person as far as unconsciousness - it must have been mental stress or duress that led to this. She began to wake, and he removed his coat to fold and tuck it under her head to keep her comfortable as she bolted awake, trying to sit up but falling back with a grunt.
She managed to squeak out some words that Blackcoat could barely make out. Ambushed...? She eventually managed to find the proper amount of words within her. She was ambushed, it seemed, along with her party, by a few player killers. Blackcoat felt sorrow for this girl before him - she was scared, even knowing that death wasn't permanent the prospect was still ungodly frightening even to Blackcoat. To imagine watching two or three of your close loved ones and friends dying in painful ways, even in this world...
It wasn't healthy, and especially not good for her. Blackcoat applied another Heal skill, his mana running down but her health capping out. He pulled her along with him, gently helping her up and then moving to support her, wrapping his coat around her before helping her to move into the perimeter of the safety zone.
Apparently, her name was Rumiel, and she was just a Bard of level two. She was indeed sixteen, and said that aside from the Cathedral, she and her friends had no idea where to go for the night since they didn't have the gold necessary to stay in any of the proper inns. The help word was there again, if only implied, and Blackcoat felt his obligation to help rising.
He moved, telling her to meet him at a location after she fetched her party mates. Confused, but trusting of the one that saved her, she agreed and moved out in a rush. This gave Blackcoat the time he needed to go to the spot and set it up. It was the place he was previously sleeping; just a small setting in the crook of some buildings. Effectively, it was an overhang that provided some degree of a feeling of shelter. He was going to improve upon that.
By the time they arrived, he had purchased and used the proper wood to make some makeshift fence-thing - in reality, just stacked wood, but it was enough to mark the area as theirs to use for a place to sleep for however long they needed it. Thanks were tossed about and used in excess, and all Blackcoat could do in response was smile and tell them that it was nothing, and that all the thanks he needed was them being safe and comfortable. That was all anyone here needed.
As he left the area, he briefly realized what he had made for them and wondered if he could provide the same for all the players; if he could provide safety for them all...
What he didn't expect was to end up on a complex path through the city's heart, going from one end to another in an odd array of slides, ducks, and dips until he finally left the larger part of civilization and exited the safe zone perimeter, effectively now in the area of wild monster spawns and danger.
Danger wasn't all he was going to end up coming across, it seemed. There was movement; Blackcoat held tight to his starter staff and kept his eyes focused on the situation, expecting some substandard slime to appear in the best situation, and worse, someone to mug him and send him to his death... again. It wouldn't be the first time someone took all his money.
What stumbled out was not a monster, but a player - one that was extremely injured, it seemed, and on the verge of passing out. She couldn't have been older than sixteen, perhaps, as far as in-game appearances went. Ravenloft hair fell onto Blackcoat's clothes as he dropped his staff and caught her from falling, feeling her legs buckle but try to re stiffen. He shushed her as she tried to make words, moving to lay her down as fast as he could, hands out and over her like a scanner. A mental thought activated his Heal skill, skimming over her game-caused wounds and restoring her out of the danger zone of health. Low in level, by how much he healed. He started to lightly use his Healing Light skill, trying to pump her into a state where she could words.
As he thought about it, in-game injuries shouldn't do this damage to a person as far as unconsciousness - it must have been mental stress or duress that led to this. She began to wake, and he removed his coat to fold and tuck it under her head to keep her comfortable as she bolted awake, trying to sit up but falling back with a grunt.
She managed to squeak out some words that Blackcoat could barely make out. Ambushed...? She eventually managed to find the proper amount of words within her. She was ambushed, it seemed, along with her party, by a few player killers. Blackcoat felt sorrow for this girl before him - she was scared, even knowing that death wasn't permanent the prospect was still ungodly frightening even to Blackcoat. To imagine watching two or three of your close loved ones and friends dying in painful ways, even in this world...
It wasn't healthy, and especially not good for her. Blackcoat applied another Heal skill, his mana running down but her health capping out. He pulled her along with him, gently helping her up and then moving to support her, wrapping his coat around her before helping her to move into the perimeter of the safety zone.
Apparently, her name was Rumiel, and she was just a Bard of level two. She was indeed sixteen, and said that aside from the Cathedral, she and her friends had no idea where to go for the night since they didn't have the gold necessary to stay in any of the proper inns. The help word was there again, if only implied, and Blackcoat felt his obligation to help rising.
He moved, telling her to meet him at a location after she fetched her party mates. Confused, but trusting of the one that saved her, she agreed and moved out in a rush. This gave Blackcoat the time he needed to go to the spot and set it up. It was the place he was previously sleeping; just a small setting in the crook of some buildings. Effectively, it was an overhang that provided some degree of a feeling of shelter. He was going to improve upon that.
By the time they arrived, he had purchased and used the proper wood to make some makeshift fence-thing - in reality, just stacked wood, but it was enough to mark the area as theirs to use for a place to sleep for however long they needed it. Thanks were tossed about and used in excess, and all Blackcoat could do in response was smile and tell them that it was nothing, and that all the thanks he needed was them being safe and comfortable. That was all anyone here needed.
As he left the area, he briefly realized what he had made for them and wondered if he could provide the same for all the players; if he could provide safety for them all...
The cold never bothered me anyways
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CODED BY SYLVIE. HP BAR BY SAIRRI OF GS.
