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Post by Enmire on Aug 8, 2009 5:41:34 GMT -5
"I suppose I do have a very good memory." That is, for someone with several lifetimes worth of memories to go through whenever he recalled something, he was good at bringing up a particular event or face. Enmire gathered a bit of rain water and made some tea. Drinking tea became a habit of his since he was 14, probably because of his past lives. He didn't think he'd bother to bring tea leaves if he didn't like the stuff so much. The boy filled a second cup and held it up to Mirage. "Tea? It'll help to keep out the cold."
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Post by Mirage on Aug 9, 2009 21:09:54 GMT -5
"Thanks," Mirage said as she took the cup from him. The warmth spread through her fingertips. Being cold was something she was used to; she was always cold, and starting to resemble death itself didn't help keep her warm either. She continued to listen to the storm as it crashed around them. She swirled the tea around in her cup and stared at it, looking for anything suspicious in it, not that she thought he would try to poison her, but an old habit of hers since she was still a princess, and the fact that many people would love to kill her. The warmth of the tea was a welcome relief to her world of ice. It warmed her and lightened her mood, relaxing her from a state of constant tension.
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Post by Enmire on Aug 15, 2009 21:57:38 GMT -5
For a moment Enmire held his cup without drinking yet, not taking offense in the fact that Mirage inspected her cup. It was typical assassin character, really. Enmire himself would often hesitate to take a sip from any cup or goblet, even if he himself had prepared it. Deaths were one of the hardest things for Phoenixes to forget.
When he had gotten over the twinge of fear, Enmire began sipping his tea quietly. Tea was always nice, whether or not it was taken. The aroma itself would be enough to lift someone's mood.
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Post by Mirage on Aug 16, 2009 22:13:42 GMT -5
Mirage continued to sip the refreshing cup of tea. It soothed her, and helped to calm her. She hoped that it would prove to be an uneventful trip, since she rarely got the chance to just relax. She also hoped that the rain would stop. She heard a tree branch fall to the ground, and tensed up, eyes narrowing to slits as she tried to tell if there was a threat. She tried to tell herself to relax, that it was just a tree branch, but she was now to tense and used to threats to take any load noise lightly.
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Post by Enmire on Sept 14, 2009 18:56:22 GMT -5
The storm would only get worse. At least, that was what the 'wind' told him. Enmire wished he could do something about that, but it had been decades--no, he hadn't used his magic yet. And, as he remembered, weather control was flimsy. He would rather not risk it with his untrained magic.
The redhead instead stared at their small 'fire'. It was quickly running out of fuel, so Enmire took out some paper he could spare and threw them in. Burning paper was such a waste, but they had practically emptied the cave of anything else they could burn.
Enmire then noticed the slight tension in his companion. He looked out of the cave as well, and wondered what could have caused it. Perhaps she heard something he didn't. All he could hear were the rumbling of thunder and the pouring rain.
((At this point Mirage should be hearing something besides falling branches))
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Post by Mirage on Sept 16, 2009 21:45:11 GMT -5
Mirage crept over to the entrance of the cave, drawing a dagger as she looked around the edge. She then sank back into the shadows, put her ear to the ground and listened. She thought she heard something coming towards the cave. She could smell a strange sent on the air, like sulfur and rotting flesh. Her heart beat quickened as the foot steps got closer. She knew that scent. Her eyes grew wide as she saw peered around the side of the wall and saw what looked to be approaching a six legged beast. It could only mean one thing as she darted towards Enmire. "Close your eyes," she hissed as she began to make a blind fold out of her cape and wrapped it around his eyes, and then made a second one from her cape, wrapping around her eyes. "Basilisk." was all she said as she drew her sword. "What ever you do, don't look into it's eyes, and try not to breath to much of it's scent in..."
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Post by Enmire on Sept 18, 2009 8:45:58 GMT -5
A Basilisk... In all his lives, he'd never had to face one before. Still, he already knew what the blindfold was for. Immediately Enmire regretted having brought them both to the cave. Perhaps he should have tried to put up a few defenses or at least alarms before the rain fell... It isn't the time to think about that now.
Enmire did as he was told, and even slowed his breathing. Fighting seemed the obvious option, but if there was a way to drive the creature away or prevent it from reaching them, he would take it. As both of them waited in silence, Enmire tried to think of a plan.
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Post by Mirage on Sept 18, 2009 17:56:38 GMT -5
Mirage could hear it entering the cave and quickly inhaled and held her breath. Her eyes were closed tightly, and she used her hearing to sense where the Basilisk was. She moved to the right and then tucked into a roll as the basilisk charged towards her. She rolled underneath the basilisk and struck up with her sword, piercing its underbelly. It shrieked in pain but refused to go down. She quickly moved out from under it and crouched down, ready to move. The Basilisk roared, but this time it charged towards Enmire. Mirage knew that she wouldn't be able to stop it, so she ran towards it and stabbed at its tail, but the basilisk refused to stop.
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Post by Enmire on Sept 20, 2009 6:14:21 GMT -5
Before the basilisk had neared them, Enmire had felt for his staff. He normally used it as a walking stick, but it would work as a quarterstaff as well. He knew such a weapon would not work on a basilisk, though. However, a weapon was better than nothing.
Enmire only listened as the creature shrieked. A wounded basilisk was even worse. As blood pounded in his ears, he smelled it come for him instead. Enmire held his breath--a bit too late, he realized--and flung the embers from their fire towards the beast with his staff. He did it with his eyes covered so he couldn't have seen how effective it was, and he couldn't have time to check anyway. He only knew it at least distracted the basilisk long enough for him to hurl himself towards the cave's wall. With the wall as a guide, he then felt his way towards the cave's entrance. There was no contest between being in a storm and being in a cave with a basilisk.
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Post by Mirage on Sept 20, 2009 10:24:34 GMT -5
Mirage heard Enmire escape from the Basilisk. She run onto it's back and held on as she made her way towards its head. It tried to throw her off, but she maintained her balance. The Basilisk began to thrash around wildly and went into a death role. Mirage inhaled sharply as the crushing weight of a basilisk was on top of her. She tried to squirm away from it's thrashing body, but to no avail. She managed to find a way to the base of it's neck and thrust one of her knives into its brain. The basilisk finally stopped moving, and Mirage was stuck under it, no longer able to hold her breath. She couldn't get out from under the beast and was suffocating. Every bone in her body ached, several ribs were bruised or broken, she had a headache, and she probably had broken several other bones and most likely pulled a few muscles. She lost consciousness, the smell over powering her.
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Post by Enmire on Sept 22, 2009 19:36:42 GMT -5
Enmire halted when he sensed that the struggling in the cave had stopped. Mirage was even more skilled than he thought. Judging by the lack of any movement, however, she couldn't have gotten off without injury.
"Mirage." he called. When she did not answer, he waited for a second before taking off his blindfold. If the basilisk was still alive, he was as good as dead, but... "Mirage?" The fire was gone, naturally, and only the occasional lightning cast light into the cave. However, Enmire's eyes had already gotten used to the darkness. He could make out the basilisk's huge, unmoving shape, but Mirage was nowhere in sight.
"Mirage." Still no reply. Enmire began to feel more than worried. He felt around with his staff, searching the area around the basilisk, and eventually bumped the end of his staff onto Mirage's sword. From there, he found the sword's owner. Enmire heaved a sigh when he found that she was still breathing. He still had a long night ahead of him, however. Enmire had to lever the beast off her and pull her out before he could tend to her injuries. Fortunately he still remembered a handful of herbal remedies from his life as Siera, but even when he had brought a few of them for the journey, finding the rest in a storm was a grueling task. By the time he had wrapped Mirage in torn strips of cloth and pounded herbs, he was soaking and covered in mud, and the fatigue was threatening to knock him out. As soon as Enmire let himself relax, it did, and the boy fell asleep with his back on the cave wall.
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Post by Mirage on Sept 22, 2009 21:05:41 GMT -5
Mirage came in and out of consciousness. She knew that Enmire was trying to heal her, or at least help the pain go away, but her ribs throbbed. She fell into a fitful and nightmare filled sleep. Old memories she thought she had forgotten emerged in terrifying detail. She could feel the cold fingers of death lunging for her, and she could not fight it. She thrashed around in her feverish sleep, wishing for relief, but there was none to be found. There was no relief for her, and there were always those three voices, the shade, the elf, and the one that referred to itself as death warring for control of her mind.
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Post by Enmire on Sept 23, 2009 2:22:24 GMT -5
The herbs would help, certainly, and perhaps some of the Healing he'd attempted. As he thought, his current magical abilities were not as good as before. Healing required more accuracy than he was capable of. What he counted on was Mirage's own natural recovery, as she would be tougher than humans, at least. Whether or not she survived depended on her own strength. Meanwhile, Enmire slept, not without dreams of his own, but he at least was in a deep enough slumber to not be troubled by current events.
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Post by Mirage on Sept 23, 2009 23:51:08 GMT -5
Mirage did not know how long she lay there, but finally, the fever broke. Her ribs had been wrapped and set back into place. Everything hurt, but she knew that she would live. She opened her eyes and looked around the dimly lit cave. Enmire was leaning against the cave wall a little ways away from her. He was asleep. She tried to sit up, but collapsed back onto the blankets. She hissed through her teeth as she breathed, trying to block the pain with her mind. She slowly sat up, wincing in pain, and looked around her. Her sword was still covered in blood. She found a clean rag and began to clean her weapons, doing her best to ignore the pain shooting through her body.
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Post by Enmire on Oct 7, 2009 5:26:36 GMT -5
Enmire opened his eyes to dim light. The storm had passed, although there was still a light drizzle. It'll end soon, Enmire's powers told him. He was glad for it, because that meant they could have some sunlight. The scribe sat up, feeling a stiff neck and several aches. Exertion, he supposed, but not nearly as painful as bruised ribs. He turned his head to find Mirage.
"Do you still feel any pain?" he asked. He moved towards her and eyed her bandages. He could replace those with tagum leaves for pain relief--he still had some fresh ones from the previous night.
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