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Post by m!chelle--✗ on Aug 20, 2009 11:49:11 GMT -5
She sighed, the exhaustion showing in her face again. "Somewhere we can rest. And find a healer. But somewhere no one will recognize us." She wrapped one arm around him, trying to support as much of his weight as she could, while still being able to move as quickly as possible. She wanted to be gone from this place, this mess she had helped create. They were the only things moving save for whatever inanimate objects the wind could push around. Masquerade headed for the main gate in the wall that surrounded the city, slipping around the corner and sticking to the shadows as they hurried away from the battle scene, disappearing into a growing fog.
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Post by jenee on Aug 20, 2009 13:21:19 GMT -5
After everything that had happened, absolute silence was welcomed--no matter what the situation. It was also dark...was this death? Was this all that was left in the end? A low sound of voices penetrated the silence--distant, but still there. As the seconds passed, they ever so slightly increased in volume until the voices weren't just random jumbles of sound. Words began to become more distinctive. And suddenly, it was cold. It was then that Mirah found that she could open her eyes, and it was then that she realized that she was still alive. What happened? Her vision blurred, her head felt fuzzy--it took several moments before she could bring herself to move. First she tested her fingertips, wincing as they scraped softly against the cold stone ground. Still alive, still alive, still alive. The warped masses of color around her slowly pieced themselves together to give her a clear vision of what was going on. Above was a high ceiling, and around... Mirah quickly fixed her gaze back on the ceiling, focusing intently on the indiviual stones above. By just looking at those on the ground around her, it was hard to tell whether they were dead or just unconscious. While she sorely hoped for the latter, she couldn't bring herself to look long enough to find out.
Not far from her, Varen was slowly stumbling to his feet. He reached out to lean on the wall for support, his breathing come out in slow rasps. Somewhere in the battle, he'd lost his cloak and had therefore escaped from being identified as one of the sorcerers. Though he knew there was a chance he could still be in danger, but he found that the only thing his thoughts traveled to was one question....what had happened?
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Post by m!chelle--✗ on Aug 20, 2009 13:52:50 GMT -5
Slowly the rest of those who were left began to recover. Sage had changed back to his human form, and was crouched by a wall, half-awake. Azera had dragged herself to her feet by now, and was helping some of the others up as well. Shaiala had managed to stay standing, as had a good number of her troops, for they had come in late to the battle and not yet made it to the thicker massing of troops. None of them had noticed Masquerade and Tobias slipping past, however, and so they were just as clueless as to why the war had suddenly ended.
The more fit and able of the remaining troops were sent out through the city on scout missions, trying to find survivors from the first massacre of the city. The lord who had ruled Tymore was dead, but his son and several advisors had found refuge in time and were helpful in finding supplies and locating healers who had survived as well.
Most of the southern army had made it through the necromancer's little display, but the bodies of those who had already fallen in battle were gathered and identified, and preparations were made for them to have proper burials. The remains of the Deathlanders' army were piled together, and would be drug out of the city to a mass graves on the Wastes. Those who had not been defeated were weakened greatly, and taken with ease to the underground prisons.
By morning, things were more in order, and a relief team of fifty or more persons had arrived from Meriad, a good handful of them healers, and bringing with them food and medicines for the recovering troops and Tymore's remaining citizens. The fortress in the center of the city had been cleared of the dead- Jane's body had been found in the grand hall, but the Guardian was nowhere to be seen. There were hardly extra people to go searching for missing combatants, but there were enough people still milling around that they were sure she would turn up soon.
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Post by Mя. Saяah on Aug 20, 2009 14:20:02 GMT -5
(TAKING A QUICK STEP BACKWARDS TO LAST NIGHT SO I CAN WRAP THIS UP DERP DERP) She couldn't believe it. She couldn't believe it. Aleron had chosen saving Mirah over her. Licia pushed herself up off the ground and spat out some blood, her body willing itself to heal. A quick glance to her back told her that her wings had been torn to ribbons--useless now. She turned to fully face backwards, seeing the silver-haired boy with the elf... Mirah secure in his arms as they slept. Slowly, Licia wrapped her arms around herself, just watching them for the time being... and her expression twisted into a hateful scowl. Fine. If he didn't need her, then she didn't need him. She turned and began stalking away, heading for the Deathlands.
But just because she didn't need him... She thought briefly to what she knew of dark magic. Didn't mean she was done with him.
DUN DUN DUNNNNN
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Post by jenee on Aug 20, 2009 22:27:47 GMT -5
More and more began to rise that morning, waking to a mass of confusion and recovery. Word was passed around about the outcome, and despite their major victory, celebration would obviously be put off until later. As those fit enough to do so volunteered to help the recovery cause, those who weren't so fortunate were either treated on the spot by healers or moved to infirmiries across the city to be seen to properly. But there were always those who didn't make it--a lesson that many became accustomed to quickly. By this time, Joren was found outside the fortress, leaning against the stone wall. His gaze was fixed intently on the ground, angled away from view, his hands clenched into fists. Having been in denial all night about the death of his sister, he'd finally pulled away from the relief efforts for it to sink in.
Mirah closed her eyes, inhaling deeply in an attempt to clear her mind. Slowly, she began to become more aware of her surroundings...more aware of the arms that held her in a secure embrace. The elf shifted to her other side as gently as she could -- body aching against the movement -- to come face to face with a sleeping Aleron. Only by his breathing and the warmth of his grasp did Mirah become assured that he was alive. Still, she felt too numb to succumb to relief just yet. "A-aleron?" she whispered, reaching to place a hand on his arm. Please please please wake up. [/blockquote]
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Post by Mя. Saяah on Aug 21, 2009 11:59:54 GMT -5
"Mmn?" He mumbled, brows furrowing a little in his mostly-asleep state. Slowly, he opened his eyes, pulling his arms away from her. "Mirah?" He sat up, running his hand through his bangs. "What... what happened? Are you okay? Where's Licia??"
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Post by jenee on Aug 21, 2009 13:01:35 GMT -5
Mirah sat up next to him, one hand on her pounding head as she considered answers for any of those questions. Eventually she shook her head. "I...I don't really know. About any of that.." She turned to look for the fairy..Licia hadn't been far last time she'd checked. She couldn't be far now...right? But then again, a whole stretch of time had passed during which they'd been asleep. With a quick flash of alarm, she glanced in the other direction. "I don't know.." she repeated, a little more sharply.
ooc: hai guys. lol replying via phone in ohio. i'm grateful for this keypad. xD
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Post by Mя. Saяah on Aug 26, 2009 17:31:05 GMT -5
"What....?" He had a slight panicked look now--strange for the usually calm and collected Aleron. "But, Licia... Licia's always there... Licia's always there when I wake up, and..." He got to his feet and winced, feeling cuts and bruises now as he moved. "... She's always there," He murmured, halting his steps, his panicked expression replaced with a haunted one. "Always...."
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Post by jenee on Aug 26, 2009 17:43:19 GMT -5
Mirah watched him for a few moments before rising to stand herself. She stood still, a few paces behind the prince--not knowing what was right to say or do. All traces of numbness rapidly washed away from her expression, only to be replaced with worry and concern. "A-aleron?" she murmured, taking a couple hesitant steps forward. Are you alright? No, of course not. Obviously not. The elf bit her lip, keeping her eyes trained on him.
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