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Date Posted: 19:04:42 05/15/02 Wed
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Tristan
's message, "Sometimes the dragon wins" on 16:46:08 05/15/02 Wed
Horror has a face, and you must make a friend of horror. Horror, and moral terror are your friends. If they are not then they are enemies to be feared. They are truly enemies.
“You got that right Yorik!” Corum exclaimed as he bashed in the head of one of the mercs. They had captured Marz, and Marz was his friend, therefore, they were the enemy, and therefore he would show no mercy whatsoever.
Another of the thugs came running along, and he simply stabbed the man with the blunt end of the staff. As the thug bent over, Corum swung upward with Yorik, nearly taking the head off of his opponent. Damn, but this was fun.
On the opposite end of the court, Darius was playing with several mercs and thugs, diverting one, while killing another. He would move into buildings closing the door behind him, and then just as quickly opening the door only to bash it into the face of the oncoming thugs. “Idiots!” he exclaimed as he plunged his sword through their stomachs.
Arcanum was moving from one foe to another, easily manipulating their moves with his elven, and dwarven crafted swords. There was no time to think about later for they were in Tegol’s camp, and the sooner they eliminated Tegol’s men, the better off everyone would be.
Matrix had exploded into a berserker rage as he took on several thugs, and mercs at once, crying out to his god as he bashed heads, and severed limbs. Although he had numerous cuts, and gashes, the blood thirst was still within him as he continued to ravage any of the enemy that came before him.
From the distance, Tarlon continued to drop men to the ground anytime they got too close to his friends. Fortunately he managed to escape any direct injuries. He thought about his father during the entire battle, and how his father had taught him the art of the bow. Because of his dad’s persistence, Tarlon had become quite proficient with the weapon, preferring it to the sword he carried for emergencies only.
After a while, Erlic sheathed his sword, and started to fight with his Eastern martial arts, delivering kicks, hand attacks, and using his shurikens to disable the enemy. A voice from behind alerted him as he heard Noy yell. “Tristan and Marz need a healer quickly!” Val was engaged with an opponent, and Erlic made his way toward the healer. “GO!” Erlic yelled as he took the healer’s place in the battle. Val followed Noy as the youth yelled out, “everyone down there is dead except for Tristan and Marz!” Erlic was quite pleased to hear this bit of news. Tristan had managed to find Marz on his own, and probably ended the life of those holding the ex-gang leader. The young easterner’s exclamation made many of the men simply stop fighting, throwing down their weapons. If what the youth had stated was true, Tegol must be dead, and if that were the case, there would be no pay coming to them. The man facing Erlic thought about giving up, and as a last resort decided to try and take one more life. Erlic spotted the move as he quickly spun around, snapping the man’s neck with his leg.
The guild master quickly looked around, and noticed that the others were now gathering those unwilling to fight into one area. He quickly moved off in the direction Noy had gone to see if they might need his assistance. He spotted Noy, and the healer turn a corner, only to be followed by a merc that they hadn’t spotted. Erlic rushed forward turning the corner sharply, and grappled the man to the floor, delivering a sharp hand strike to his larynx. Another sword nearly swiped his head off as he caught the man’s wrist in his own hands, pulling hard, and using his feet as leverage to throw the man over him. The guild master was quickly on top of the opponent, grabbing his neck, and snapping it viciously. He quickly started to look around for any other opponents seeing Val, and Noy enter a room, and realizing they would now be safe.
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As soon as the healer entered the room he couldn’t believe the amount of damage that not only Marz had suffered, but Tristan as well. Between the amounts of blood that coated their bodies, it was extremely difficult to tell just who was the worse. As soon as he helped place Marz onto the ground, he could tell immediately that it would be a while before Marz even thought of leaving the hospice. A quick mental scan of the youth’s body noted some severe bone breaks, internal bleeding, as well as internal organ damage, and several concussions to the youth’s head. As he looked at Tristan, the dragon merely instructed the healer to care for Marz first.
Val didn’t need any further instructions as he drew on his mental psychic healing powers, stopping the internal bleeding before it ravaged the youth of his life. The healer worked quickly, but with deadly accuracy. Although he had mastered several professions, healing was the one he was most concerned, and devoted with. He had acquired knowledge from every corner of the world, and used that knowledge on all of his patients. Even now, he realized that the youth’s internal damage was quite severe, and he quickly started mending the damaged organs with his mental powers. He ignored Tristan’s queries as he continued to work on the youth. “Noy!” he called out. “Have someone bring a wagon to the door. They’re going to need to be transported back to the tavern where I can work on them safely.” With that Valhorek continued his labors for a goodly amount of time before he felt secure enough in the knowledge that Marz would make the journey back safely. Although Tristan grumbled something under his breath, Val tended to him somewhat, stopping any of the internal bleeding he had suffered from.
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When Noy came running out, Erlic spotted him, and after being told the news followed the youth back to the campgrounds. The battling had ceased altogether, and for that, Erlic was thankful that no more blood would be shed this evening, at least by his friends. He spotted Ravin, and motioned him over. The two re-entered the main building, and started to explore the walls for any safes. If this was one of Tegol’s estates, then there was a good probability that there would be some important documents, as well as money lying around. The two thieves worked conscientiously, both finding a different wall safe at the same time. The traps were disengaged, with Erlic finding some documents, which he stuffed into his sack, and Ravin finding money, and gems. After further exploration they decided that there was nothing more to be found. They quickly moved to the area where Marz had been held hostage, and looked at the damage. The guild master recognized the one known as Tomad, as well as the disfigured body of Tegol. “All this because Tegol believed a crime lord was on the rise,” Erlic mentioned. “He couldn’t leave well enough alone.” The two searched through the bodies, taking whatever they deemed necessary. When they were finished, they joined their friends outside just as Valhorek was carrying an unconscious Marz to the wagon, while Noy helped Tristan, despite the dragon’s refusal.
As everyone prepared to leave, Erlic turned to those that had given up the battle. “Tell whomever you want that there never was a crime lord,” Erlic began. “It was just the whim of a madman named Tegol. Now get out before I change my mind, and leave your weapons behind.”
With that the small remaining group fled the estate. Erlic joined his friends, and helped Jade up onto the horse. Now he was tired but although he didn’t think there would be any further attacks, he had to remain vigilant until they returned to the tavern.
The journey met with no resistance, and the group filed into the tavern, with Valhorek carrying Marz, and Darius helping Tristan. Both of them were placed on separate cots next to each other. Val started his arduous work of healing Marz of his wounds. He continued his processes on the internal organs, then on to the concussions in the youth’s head, followed by the broken kneecaps, and then the various gashes, and cuts the youth had suffered. The healer still could not figure out how in the world someone such as Marz, could possibly take so much of a beating. Yes, he had worked on the youth before, and in some instances the damages were nearly devastating, but nothing like he witnessed now. Fortunately, he was left alone with the exception of Foran who aided him in the restoration of Marz.
Tristan’s damages weren’t as severe but still needed tending. Valhorek didn’t even bother to listen to the protestations of the dragon but merely continued his work along with that of Foran. When the elf started to place an herbal remedy on the dragon’s neck wound, Valhorek immediately stopped him, and explained that Tristan had a severe reaction to herbs, to simply disinfect the wound, and to bandage it properly. Foran was a bit shocked at the news but followed Val’s instructions.
The two healers were finally able to breathe a sigh of relief once all the major injuries had been tended to. Valhorek managed to slip an herbal concoction down Marz’s throat so that the youth’s body could start healing itself properly. Foran suggested that he treat the others that needed healing. The elf went to the common room, and started to tend to the wounds the others had sustained, taking careful aims to insure a good job. He knew that Val was the head healer, and that he was merely an assistant, but he also realized that he had found a place worthy of his services here at the tavern. It was a most unusual group, but he enjoyed the work nonetheless.
Val realized that Marz healed quickly, but after the series of injuries he had sustained, Val doubted the youth would be walking soon. Tristan on the other hand might be laid up a day or two at the most, while he figured that Marz would be staying here for quite sometime.
“I stay hear to watch, and protect,” Noy stated as he pulled up a chair to sit next to Tristan’s cot. Val simply smiled at the easterner. “You simply let me know if there’s any change, all right?” Noy simply nodded; content to remain with the dragon, of which he had considered himself a slave to.
When the Val approached the table, he informed everyone that Marz, and Tristan would be fine. Foran had just finished up with the last patient as Val sat down, and ordered a whiskey. The rest of the group where engaged in their meals, and it seemed they were quite happy knowing that the threat of Tegol had finally come to an end.
Erlic had pulled out the papers he had gathered from Tegol’s estate, and started to read what they contained. He noted an address of a certain location, and questioned Ravin about it. The younger thief thought a moment, and simply stated that that particular location was situated near the docks, a bunch of buildings simply used for storage. When Erlic explained the contents of the building, a vast assortment of drugs, Ravin’s eyes lit up. “Perhaps we should pay the place a visit,” Erlic stated, mirroring Ravin’s own smile.
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