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Post by Deleted on Apr 18, 2018 1:18:10 GMT -8
Xinagi gazed at the stew. It had the same delicious look as a wooden log to him. "No I can't eat nor sleep. I can only absorb mana to regain my vitality. In this country just enough to sustain my physical form." he said slightly reluctant and you'd here a muted sigh. "I... do appreciate you asking." he said and nodded to Samga who had proved the most friendly to him.
Xinagi considered Chambui's words a moment before answering. "You seem able warriors for human beings, so why are you simple merchants when you could join the warrior class?" Xinagi asked. Indeed in Tawakoshi the merchants sat at the very bottom of the social hierarchy - even below farmers. But here in Isra if you had the prowess you could quickly migrate to warrior class where as in Tawakoshi you were more or less bound to your social class. But maybe it was more complex here?
"And what about the rest of your caravan... ehrm... family. Are they warrior-merchants too?" he asked starting to slightly confuse himself.
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Khulan's Caravan
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Post by Khulan's Caravan on Apr 18, 2018 9:05:54 GMT -8
"Shame," said Samga. "Shiv hunted us a nice, fat rabbit for this stew."
"Where is that bird right now? I haven't seen him since before our run-in with our guest, here," added Khojin. She peered at the treetops for a moment and soon seemed content with what she saw. She settled into her seat a little more comfortably.
"Warrior class? But we are warriors. We protect the Caravan but also aid with other services. I am a hunter and Samga can enchant items. She also strengthens us when in need. Chambui is a warrior through and through, but she can carry heavy things," said the ranger, grinning at the eldest sister. "As daughters of our leader, we may also be useful to create alliances with other powers. We've got many uses. I wouldn't say that the merchant class is very weak here, at all, either. Commodities are extremely precious. Warriors cannot fight without tools to aid them."
"The Men of the Mountain that travel with us know how to go to war, but they have been asked to save their strength where they can so that they can help mine ores from the Rharak mine. They will need all their strength," chimed in the warrior. "Khulan is, perhaps, our best fighter and strategist. She's also our leader. Formerly the Lady of the Field, wife to the Mountain King."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 18, 2018 12:43:32 GMT -8
"Warriors and merchants? And mages and ambassadors?" Xinagi said confused. These parts of the world continued to baffle Xinagi, and the complex manners in which they made their societies were awfully hard wrap his mind around. "And then you provide... Wait the men of the mountain? Who are they again?" he asked, trying desperately to make sense of all this new information.
"So this Khulan is the leader of your caravan and at the same time your mother?" he asked, having perhaps gotten at least the family part right. That seemed to be the same in Isra as in Tawakoshi at least.
Xinagi turned to look at Samga. An enchanter it seemed, this was interesting. "Samga..." he said and could feel how his appetite for something to rekindle his power was rising. "Your warrior sister says you are an enchanter." Xinagi said with great interest. "Have you... perhaps enchanted anything that will not be of use to you in the future but still holds mana?" he asked with a sincere voice. "Such an item would not only aid my recovery but also give me access to my true battle strength, with which I could protect you properly." Xinagi argued.
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Post by Khulan's Caravan on Apr 18, 2018 21:16:41 GMT -8
"Those blessed by the god Tamorbataar, who gave our ancestors the strength of ten men. One for every villager who died upon the mountain trying to reach its summit. Our ancestors became giants, never ceasing to grow until their deaths. Some became tall as pines!" lectured Chambui proudly. "We carry their blood in our veins. One day we, too, shall achieve the strength of giants."
Samga grimaced. "Not if I can help it..." she mumbled under her breath. She quite liked being small and pretty, petite, and deceptive.
Nodding to Xinagi, Khojin confirmed, "That she is. She's a very busy woman. I'm sure she's thinking of suitors to marry us off to as we speak! No doubt, she's picked up quite a few men in Isra."
"Yes, but I doubt any of them worthy of Kulan's time. I hardly believe someone who would join a caravan this size would have even cattle for a reasonable dowry!" insisted Chambui.
The mage rolled her eyes once more. Her attention was fully on Xinagi now. "Indeed, I am as she claims, and yes, I would definitely be able to do as you ask." She lifted a brow as she listened to his offer. A smirk slid across her face. "Such an item is no small favor. It would take several days or more to instill the mana without tiring myself out. Moreover, we would need something that is highly conductive of mana. Century-old stones shaped at the bottom of rivers, fragments of falling stars, eyes pulled from beasts of the deep sea: these are only a small set of examples of magically condusive items. If you can find one of those, I will gladly enchant it for you. Any casual item will hardly hold the amount of mana you likely need."
Doing this would definitely take some time, something that was valuable for the girls so that they could observe Xinagi in the meantime.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 19, 2018 1:44:14 GMT -8
"Giants? As tall as trees?" Xinagi said musing for a moment, but seemed to accept this for a fact rather quickly and nodded back. "So when will you become giants then?" he asked curiously. To grow infinitely was natural to trees and plants so the concept wasn't hard to imagine, but still these tree girls needed to hurry up and grow an awful lot if they were to one day become taller than pines.
Xinagi crossed his arms and lowered his head as if thinking. Of course this was a bold proposition and as she said no small favor, but without anything to elevate him above normal human strength it was hard to imagine how he would get by such a powerful conductor. Perhaps it was his fate - if he wanted to understand the world - to be somewhat level with it. Then he had to obtain such an item in an alternative way.
"I understand. If I can ride with you I will look for something like that though it will be tough - but if we cross the wizard by any chance, I believe he owes me something." Xinagi said pondered the possibilities. "Hmm... How about a wizard's eye? Or heart? Are they useful conductors for mana?" he asked with a mischievous voice.
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Post by Khulan's Caravan on Apr 22, 2018 20:36:14 GMT -8
Chambui frowned deeply. "In much too long," she grumbled. "I have perhaps another thirty years before the change even starts. Maybe more. May Tamorbataar see my bravery and grant me the strength to live that long!" announced the young warrior.
At the yokai's question about whether or not the wizard's body parts would be sufficient, Samga laughed. "If only! We would need a potion master, perhaps an alchemist, or an enchantress far more learned than I! It would be difficult to preserve such a conductor, though such things are perfect for certain rituals."
She gazed up, noting her sisters' stares. "Not rituals that... I have performed, of course. Only ones that I know about. From... reading."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 23, 2018 10:27:54 GMT -8
"I... think I understand the concept, but before I was released I was static. There was no growth in any way and even my mind remind the same for decades, not being able to develop a wider perspective on life. The prospect of 'growth' seems at the same time frightening and as the only real purpose to this world. But still seems like a simple understanding." Xinagi thought and turned from Chambui to Samga.
"... Which rituals are you speaking of?" Xinagi asked, oblivious to the fact Samga was probably not too comfortable speaking of it. After all human magic was interesting to Xinagi. He was himself a supernatural being that was - basically - inherently made of magicka though his body was made of imitated fleshy parts complete with working organs and all. But it was much easier healed and because he 'was' magic. In contrary to beings that seemed to need to channel mana though their bodies in a much less intuitive way that seemed awfully hard to do, Xanagi made use of mana much humans would use muscles.
"What kind of magic do you do?" Xinagi asked curiously. From what he had gleaned yet, humans had to work more to learn magic, but it seemed like they were also able to do some extremely versatile spells. Xinagi couldn't learn other spells than the nature of the mana he was made of allowed him to do.
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Post by Khulan's Caravan on Apr 27, 2018 12:13:19 GMT -8
"Pfft. Not... one ritual. More like one type of ritual... sss," stumbled Samga, eyes darting between her sisters and Xinagi. "Usually used in... summoning demons and creatures of similar ilk... that I have certainly never called into the world because I am a pure, innocent, well-meaning spellcaster who protects and strengthens her allies."
The young girl bit her lips as everyone's gazes bore down on her. She lifted her hands in a shrug and vomited her next words, "Andcursesourenemiesusingdemons," then clopped her mouth shut, waiting for all hell to rain down upon her.
Much to her surprise, the sisters did not yell and scream as she'd predicted, but they did sink their faces into their hands with heavy sighs. Samga dusted off her lap and cleared her throat.
"So, Xinagi. Do you have an element that you most closely identify with? That might help find an item that can flavor the mana so that it will be of more use to you."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 28, 2018 7:11:51 GMT -8
"Summoning demons? Like me?" Xinagi asked with a casual voice. "I've been to the demon world once, and I can only say that there is a very good reason why they have a separate dimension to themselves." Xinagi said and shook his head slowly at Samga. These three sisters were and odd bunch and the careless way the Samga girl used her magic wasn't a far cry off the wizard he had met earlier. Xinagi wondered exactly wherein the difference lay - the wizard had used Xinagi as a test object and Samga used demons as tools. Maybe it was worse to actually manipulate someone who was had their own free will and thus taking it away from them.
Xinagi pondered the question a short moment and shook his head as he pointed to his swords. "I'm aligned with all five elements almost equally. Each of my five swords use a different type of energy: Fire, water, wind, earth and wood. I may combine them, but I can't say that I have an affinity for one of them." he said and thought a bit more. "Any kind of item that relates to these elements may work I guess." Xinagi concluded.
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Post by Khulan's Caravan on Apr 29, 2018 20:04:57 GMT -8
Samga raised a brow. "So... you're not just a spirit, but a demon, too? Well, I suppose you do look like a demon, as scary as you are. I don't think I will be able to control you the way I do them, though, nor will I wish to. You seem to be a free spirit, and free spirits ought to stay that way."
Once the stew finished cooking, the three sisters shared several bowls between them, hungrily chowing down as soon as it was in their hands. The mage, however, she still had much to say, many questions to ask.
"So you are close to five of the elements. Very interesting. Darkness isn't even one of them. I'm surprised!" Samga leaned back, counting off on her fingers. "You know, if we could find a conductor for all five, I'm sure there would be no stopping you. We might even be able to... no, no, no, too early to be dreaming about that..."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 30, 2018 9:15:03 GMT -8
"A demon. Yes." Xinagi said and nodded. "Well, it's much the same thing where I come from. Spirits become demons if they lose their minds trying to get to the other side - as I did." Xinagi said and pondered a bit. "But I believe I found my mind again, but I still have the shape and powers of a demon sooo..." Xinagi said trying to figure out what that made him. Damn that old guy had really made life difficult for him when he unshackled him from his spiritual binds and freed him.
"I am a free spirit - now. Not before though, but I met with an old man that gave me a tempting proposition." Xinagi explained. "I've learned that freedom is sometimes more of a burden though. For a demon it's 'do' or 'die', you really have no say in the matter. Your nature drives you." he said and shrugged. Xinagi waited patiently for them to finish their eating rite - which to him of course seemed rather meaningless though he understood the cause of it. Those poor bastard couldn't sustain a living without taking in very specific physical and organic items on a regular basis. And they even had to work to even make them ready for proper absorption into their system. Well, mana just flowed through Xinagi which seemed a lot more simple.
"I didn't say that there wasn't darkness..! But... is that really an element?" Xinagi asked surprised. Xinagi took special heed of Samga's next words. "Conductor of all five? Being able to... what?" he asked and leaned forward. "And what would be a conductor of all five elements?"
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Post by Khulan's Caravan on May 6, 2018 21:26:20 GMT -8
"Darkness is an element of sorts for those who study magic. It's the cold after sundown, the fear of the unknown, the dread of inevitability, the space between the stars. It can also be a blanket of peace in the night or the safety of a hiding spot. It carries enough implications to be its own element, though some believe it's simply the absence of another. It's not evil or good, such as fire and water."
Taking a brief pause, Samga lifted her bowl for a large gulp of broth, wetting her throat. After licking her lips, she continued. "Like I said, it's far too early to be thinking any further than finding the conductors. We could find five of them... or perhaps an item that could be a conductor for all five. Such a thing would be incredibly difficult, however. Impossible, almost!"
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Post by Deleted on May 7, 2018 13:18:04 GMT -8
"Hmm... I am familiar with this balance. Black is the canvas with which all life is painted. It is the fear that motivates heroic deeds and the death that eventually takes those heroes." Xinagi said and nodded knowingly. "I suppose when I was taken by death I became that which helped distribute that death upon the heroes. The one that erased life and regressed the canvas towards darkness again." he said with a gloomy voice. Indeed he had become an extension of darkness when his soul had transformed into a malign spirit. But what he was now, he didn't know. If he had to take a guess it would be that he had somehow been granted the ability to take in light again.
Xinagi considered their options and finally offered his opinion. "We should not look for them at the bottom of the ocean. I'm not a water demon." he said and thought about what they could do then. "If you say they would be rare artifacts following the road would likely get us no closer to the items you're talking about." he concluded and looked at Samga. "Is it up to me alone to find them?" he asked ready to head out alone if this was the case.
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Post by Khulan's Caravan on May 24, 2018 13:30:13 GMT -8
It had been mere hours after the battle in the Wilderness Road when the Toragana Caravan arrived in the safety of another forest. The sun was still high in the sky, but the shade of the trees gave them some relief from its overbearing heat. Their party wasn't faring well. One of the giants was brutally wounded, as were some of their hired hands.
Once she was sure they were safe, Khulan ordered for the caravan to stop and make camp. They were one horse down and one of the carriages was ripped to shreds. They really could have had a better start to this journey.
As soon as they had the chance, the caravan leader ordered for the wounded to be tended to immediately. She certainly didn't hesitate to help those who needed it. While the merchants tried to help one of the giants, Khulan made her way over to Nettle, who had been badly poisoned in the fight.
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Slung over his back is a steel longsword and a shield, which he uses in combat.
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Post by Conchobar on May 24, 2018 14:53:33 GMT -8
The business on the Wilderness Road had passed, and the party had resumed its march. As soon as the caravan was in a safe location they paused to tend to their wounded. The fianna observed the state of his allies, acknowledging their wounds, and especially noting Nettle’s poisoned misfortune.
Like a pickpocket in a crowd, Conchobar seemingly vanished - having trailed off alone throughout the forests which ran alongside the path. He moved quickly and quietly, as cunning and elusive as a fox. Here and there he paused, if only for a split second, fingering the stems of various plants and plucking the buds of others. Roots, mushrooms, flowers, and petals flopped gently in his closed hand as he carried himself ever so naturally across the forest terrain.
His final task saw him ripping a large section of bark from a tree before finally returning to the path the party was treading.
Only those who had noticed his brief disappearance would probably see his return, sliding back onto the scene as sneaky as he left.
“Let me take a look,” he said gently, kneeling beside Khulan to observe Nettle’s wound closer. He began to pick a few of the ingredients from his palm, sitting them in a small pile on the large piece of bark. He pulled a smooth, wooden utensil from his neck pouch and began to mash the items together, gently grinding the gathered products into a more consistent mixture.
Before he sprinkled the concoction on Nettle’s he wound he exchanged glances with the patient and Khulan: “this will neutralize the effects of the poison, and ease the pain of the wound. If you would allow me, I need only sprinkle it on the affected area.”
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Nettle
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Post by Nettle on May 24, 2018 20:27:04 GMT -8
Nettle is curled up in the back of one of the carriage, deeply unconscious. She is still wearing the torn, bloody dress from the battle, and is cradling a head of one of the monsters that seems to have been torn free in the battle. She is clinging to it rather firmly, and either no one has tried, or no one has succeeded in prying it free. The air around her is noticeably warmer, and her body is actually hot enough to burn the hands of anyone trying to touch her for extended periods. The cut on her back is marked by a long, thick scab running the length of her back.
She seems pretty content, though. There is no sign of pain on her face. Rather, an angelic smile flickers across her face as she quietly chews on something.
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Physical Description: Rudiger is tall at 6'3", and muscularly built from his profession. His skin is weathered from his life on the road, with the first wrinkles of age appearing at the sides of his mouth and his eyes, and thick calluses on his right hand from wielding his sword. His light brown hair has been sheered to a fade parted on the right side, and his strong chin that was once covered by thick goatee has been shaved to stubble, but his thick mustache has remained. His most prominent feature is a thick scar and his missing left eye, which he covers with a black eyepatch, which he lost in a fight with a bear.
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Clothes and Equipment: Rudiger wears a variety of cloths, depending on the situation. For battle, he wears a blue gambeson underneath steel plate armor, which encases him from head to foot. He wears a bellow faced sallet helm, which he learned to wear from the loss of his eye. He wields a hand and half sword, with a decorative eagle on the pommel. He also carries a kite shield, painted with his coat of arm, a black eagle on a red and orange checkered field.
When he's not in battle, he wears a white wool shirt, and thick woolen black pants. He always wears his tan riding boots.
He owns a dapple grey destrier, and a heavy wooden saddle with a high cantle and pommel covered in thick leather.
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Post by Rudiger Dornmauer on May 29, 2018 19:00:22 GMT -8
Rudiger was attempting his level best to keep his seat as the caravan continued to follow down the road. The acrid taste of melted steel by acid and the smoke it produced still gripped onto his tongue, clogging his sinuses, making each breath a labor to keep his stomach contents where they belonged. Which he wasn't very successful at unfortunately. The nausea wasn't helped either by the stifling forest, which though it blocked out the direct sunlight, it still acted like a oven with no way for the breeze to circulate the stagnant air. The sweat found its way to every crevice of his body, sticking and itching, making it impossible to cool down especially since he was still in his armor.
By the time the caravan stopped, Rudiger was laying forward on Bob's neck, letting the destrier find the spot he deemed appropriate to stop. Bob waited patiently for his master to dismount... which seemed to take an excessive amount of time, especially when there was green grass to nibble on, and places to roll. He gave a mighty shake, and caused Rudiger to lose his seat and fall to the ground.
Rudiger lay there for several long moments, struggling to not curse out Bob, the fiendish stallion. Well, struggling was probably too strong a word, since he was just laying on the ground, not able to move as a set of dry heaves gripped onto his stomach again.
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Chesknight
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Clothes and Equipment: Equipped fully in a suit of curious armor seemingly made from large acorns, it holds as fast as any steel. He wears a cloak of leaves, which seems to serve no purpose and wields a sword of amber which seems to function similarly to a normal metal one. He also wears a ring that allows him to discern his location is focused on for about 5 minutes.
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Post by Chesknight on May 29, 2018 19:21:46 GMT -8
The battle with the strange raiders had taken its toll on the caravan's resources. Many were wounded, badly, and caravans were damaged beyond repair. Exhaustion tugged at their feet, particularly those whom had risked their lives in mortal combat merely hours before. More fatally, however, was the sundering to the spirit of their people. So soon after their journey had begun in earnest they had suffered a critical attack. That couldn't be good for anyone's morale. The Chestknight sat on the edge of the rearmost caravan, as usual taking up guard. Even he felt that fatigue of such a grueling battle, although perhaps less-so than had the humans. More than that, his own spirit bore a wound. Of the people he could not protect. He did everything that was within his power, he knew that, and yet the bitter understanding of their losses could not be so easily dismissed. He did everything in his power, he knew that.
Yet, by the time their caravan had made it a distance away, he felt his heart lifted. Free of the ominous forest and once more among the noises of nature. The Chestknight, despite his honor and respect for the mortal people's was at his very core a fae. The lives of mortals weighed heavily on him, yet not for long.Like all pain and suffering it was soon forgotten, although his duty would not be so easily shirked. When they rattled to a stop and Khulan tended to the poor child who had been wounded, the knight hopped down from the wagon, feeling refreshed after their short ride.
He glanced around, wondering where he could be of most use when he spotted Rudiger slump numbly from his saddle. With a start the fae dashed over as quickly as he could manage, kneeling by the knight.
"Sir Rudiger!" he exclaimed in concern, checking his body for signs of obvious injury. Not seeing any he reached down, unfastening the strap that kept his helmet secrured and setting it aside. Rightfully guessing the reason for his discomfort (at least in the terms of heat), he picked up the fellow knight's waterskin and, with a quick glance around, motioned for someone to hand him a small square of cloth that he wetted with the cool water, placing it over the human's forehead and he began working at the other straps of his plate. "Hang on, good sir, the forest air shall do you much good when you can at last feel it!"
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Khulan
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Physical Description: Khulan is nothing short of lean, and though her muscles aren't incredibly large, they are prominent beneath her thick, sun-bronzed skin.
Her face shows her age, as lines have begun to develop around her eyes and streaks of grey run through her dark, thin hair.
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On her left hand, she often wears a falconry glove. A similar piece of thick leather is fastened onto her shoulder.
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Post by Khulan on May 31, 2018 13:53:27 GMT -8
"I have no knowledge of the local herbs," Khulan admitted to Conchobar. "I trust your word as well as any other."
As the ranger took care of Nettle, Khulan wet a strip of cloth and twisted it out. She placed it on the young girl's forehead, trying to bring her temperature down. By all means, the child should have been dead with how hot her body was, but Khulan remembered what kind of life she lived. Occurrences like these were common.
She did not attempt to wrestle the head out of the child's arms. She was perfectly at peace with it, and any comfort that the Caravan leader could afford to give her was the least she could do.
"You will have to teach me about the medicine here," the woman said to Conchobar. "I will make it worth your time."
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Post by Khulan's Caravan on May 31, 2018 14:18:35 GMT -8
Ulag rested back on one of the thick magnolia trees, bending it beneath his weight. Two merchants, who often sold expensive cloth, were using their wares to attempt to stem the bleeding from his wounds. Even as his vision faded from the massive amount of exertion used from their hasty retreat, he grinned, jesting with Kepek. "You hardly look like you did anything in that fight, brother!" he roared. "I have sacrificed my flesh in your laziness! Pick up the act next time, ah?" The other giant scoffed as he struggled to catch his breath. "It is you who is careless! I have seen lemmings employ more tact!" Both giants roared in laughter, filling the camp with their noise. A rock was lugged at Kepek's head, followed by a glare from Khulan. "Do not waste breath jesting. You must recover." "Save those words for our knight errant, Lady of the Caravan. It is he who has the least to spare!" "Perhaps you can spare some, Khulan?" Ulag laughed until his vision whited out, giggles petering out into a rumbling snore. ____ Meanwhile, Sarangerel skittered over to the knight and the fae, fretting as she did. "We need to get his armor off!" she cried. "Is he injured? Are you injured, dear Chesknight? Let me help! Oh, if only the sisters were here. Samga could have shielded you from those terrible monsters!"
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