Albtraun: Day I've lost track!!
Prompt: "He sighed, looked at her through narrowed eyes, and gingerly turned onto his side so he might drink the foul-smelling concoction. "
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Hexer winced as he moved, and winced again as he tried to find a more comfortable position. He gave up with a sigh. Everything hurt. His head throbbed, his bones ached, his joints were stiff and sore, and his body simply ached with a deep muscle-sore discomfort. Yes, everything hurt and that was just the fact of the matter. So no matter how he might readjust himself he was going to continue to hurt.
He looked up at Idonea once more with narrow eyes, then he reached for the cup in her hands. He tried to mask the outward signs of pain and disgust, however she was far more perceptive then your average Wight. His hands ached as he forced the muscles to respond, and worst of all his stomache dared to heave as his hands brushed her fingers. He barely felt the cup's texture beneath his fingertips, and a surge of doubt in his abilitiy to even drink the concotion made him fronw in concentration. Carefully, the cup was transferred.
He brought it close to his chest to give it the support he sense his hand might not have. He smelled the scent of medicinal herbs, tart, pungent, and strong, on the rising steam from the cup. It further helped to clear his head though he frowned at the strong, earthy odor. Then with a slow though not very steady hand, he lifted the cup to his lips and slowly swallowed the odd brew. It had a sweet-mushroom taste to it, though it ineffciently masked the more tart and bitter medicinal herb flavorings. When he fully imbibed the brew he at first wanted to vomit again, but between the steam in the tent and something in teh brew itself, he felt his stomache settle. Hexer shivered, took a deep intake of breathe, and sighed slowly, softly, and without pain.
The brew seeped into his body and warmed him from teh inside out. He drank more and felt it further ease the tensions in hsi limbs and joints. Another swallow eased the headache and dulled the pain in his shoulders and neck. The more he drank the more he realized just how much pain he was in, that the ones he noticed most were merely the ones his brain focused on first in order to cope with the amount of over-load his nervous system had taken. As the worst of the pain eased, more painful areas cropped up; tensions, pulled muscles, joints that were more then just sore, they felt battered. Layered like an onion, the top most pain eased away to reveal more layers of pain. For each layer that was dulled others arose to remind him of the damage his body suffered. Indeed the All-Mother did not let Her children live comfortable lives without suffering for it eventually. He briefly wondered if giving birth were anything like this sensation he suffered through.
After finishing the last mouthful in the cup, with his hands shaking slightly he handed the cup back to Idonea. Then with a moaning sigh he laid back into the cot and closed his eyes. Finally, after what seemed like hours of torture though only a few minutes had passed, he felt numb from head to toe. Idonea sighed as she saw his features slack and relax. She hoped that the concoctiion worked, and that the poison was finally neutralized. She had no way of knowing, as this particular form of posion was outside of her rather expansive expereince. She felt helpless, fretful, and nervous as if she walked on a knife's edge from a severe punishment. Idonea shook her head once and sighed. No good to let such thoughts run free in her mind, as they were a distraction from her duties. But, looking at the prone and weakened figure of Hexer, she couldn't help but worry.
When he woke several hours later, he showed signs of the severe pain coursing through his system. So, in order for the poison to run it's course, she kept him sedated over the next (day cycle). When he showed little signs of improving she approached Mara-Doi with a request. After a long drawn out conversation of options and suggestions (possible conversation text goes here without giving away the "event"), the conclusion was to go ahead with the request.
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Idonea cleaned her tools carefully and set each down on a (creature)'s skin specially prepare for the healing she was about to do (needs more lead up).
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Hexer was given a stronger dose of seditive before Idonea began her minstrations.
She devested him of his clothing so that she could reach the skin of his upper torso. She then took the thin knife and proceeded to search for a place to open up his lower abdomen. His skin was covered in various arcane runes she did not recognize. They were written into his flesh through both heat-methods like branding or carving methods like sacrification. She was now more then a bit disconserted as she realized she would be cutting into a living artifact. Idonea pursed her lips in thought. She did not know if she could easily proceed without setting off some unknown magic, potentially killing them both.
She paused then sent her assistant off to find another lesser hexer to consult. (more here) When he arrived they sat and disscussed a course of action. It was discovered that he hade "written" his spell book into his flesh. This seemed to intrigue the lesser hexer, and as he read Hexer's body the lesser magus started to grin. Idonea smacked him in the back of the head to bring him back into focus and make sure that what she was about to do was safe for the encampment. Now, though neither of them had ever heard of such a thing as a hexer's black book being written into his flesh, the lesser hexer was sure that such a procedure was safe enough. Spells were written to not be forgotten, and were not inherently dangerous until tapped into with (power) by those that wielded such abilities.
The lesser showed idonea an example: He touched a selection of arcane runes on Hexer's shoulder. Visible light arced between the hexer's finger tips and the Hexer's skin, flowing up the arm and into the projective hand of the lesser hexer. He then proceeded to produce water for the cooking pot.
(Will need to refer to some surggical procedures for better explination of this event.)
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A Couple Days later...
Hexer stood before the archway, trying to decipher the runes. They were old though the carvings themselves looked new. He knew some artifacts retained a youth because of the magics protecting them. However this one merely looked as if the cavern environment did nothing to age the stone itself. He knew that in certain areas of the (Delves), this happened often.
He wanted to pace, but through a force of will he remained still. He had to concentrate. Some of the poison still coursed through his system and made it difficult to concentrate.
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Hexer winced as he moved, and winced again as he tried to find a more comfortable position. He gave up with a sigh. Everything hurt. His head throbbed, his bones ached, his joints were stiff and sore, and his body simply ached with a deep muscle-sore discomfort. Yes, everything hurt and that was just the fact of the matter. So no matter how he might readjust himself he was going to continue to hurt.
He looked up at Idonea once more with narrow eyes, then he reached for the cup in her hands. He tried to mask the outward signs of pain and disgust, however she was far more perceptive then your average Wight. His hands ached as he forced the muscles to respond, and worst of all his stomache dared to heave as his hands brushed her fingers. He barely felt the cup's texture beneath his fingertips, and a surge of doubt in his abilitiy to even drink the concotion made him fronw in concentration. Carefully, the cup was transferred.
He brought it close to his chest to give it the support he sense his hand might not have. He smelled the scent of medicinal herbs, tart, pungent, and strong, on the rising steam from the cup. It further helped to clear his head though he frowned at the strong, earthy odor. Then with a slow though not very steady hand, he lifted the cup to his lips and slowly swallowed the odd brew. It had a sweet-mushroom taste to it, though it ineffciently masked the more tart and bitter medicinal herb flavorings. When he fully imbibed the brew he at first wanted to vomit again, but between the steam in the tent and something in teh brew itself, he felt his stomache settle. Hexer shivered, took a deep intake of breathe, and sighed slowly, softly, and without pain.
The brew seeped into his body and warmed him from teh inside out. He drank more and felt it further ease the tensions in hsi limbs and joints. Another swallow eased the headache and dulled the pain in his shoulders and neck. The more he drank the more he realized just how much pain he was in, that the ones he noticed most were merely the ones his brain focused on first in order to cope with the amount of over-load his nervous system had taken. As the worst of the pain eased, more painful areas cropped up; tensions, pulled muscles, joints that were more then just sore, they felt battered. Layered like an onion, the top most pain eased away to reveal more layers of pain. For each layer that was dulled others arose to remind him of the damage his body suffered. Indeed the All-Mother did not let Her children live comfortable lives without suffering for it eventually. He briefly wondered if giving birth were anything like this sensation he suffered through.
After finishing the last mouthful in the cup, with his hands shaking slightly he handed the cup back to Idonea. Then with a moaning sigh he laid back into the cot and closed his eyes. Finally, after what seemed like hours of torture though only a few minutes had passed, he felt numb from head to toe. Idonea sighed as she saw his features slack and relax. She hoped that the concoctiion worked, and that the poison was finally neutralized. She had no way of knowing, as this particular form of posion was outside of her rather expansive expereince. She felt helpless, fretful, and nervous as if she walked on a knife's edge from a severe punishment. Idonea shook her head once and sighed. No good to let such thoughts run free in her mind, as they were a distraction from her duties. But, looking at the prone and weakened figure of Hexer, she couldn't help but worry.
When he woke several hours later, he showed signs of the severe pain coursing through his system. So, in order for the poison to run it's course, she kept him sedated over the next (day cycle). When he showed little signs of improving she approached Mara-Doi with a request. After a long drawn out conversation of options and suggestions (possible conversation text goes here without giving away the "event"), the conclusion was to go ahead with the request.
~~
Idonea cleaned her tools carefully and set each down on a (creature)'s skin specially prepare for the healing she was about to do (needs more lead up).
~~
Hexer was given a stronger dose of seditive before Idonea began her minstrations.
She devested him of his clothing so that she could reach the skin of his upper torso. She then took the thin knife and proceeded to search for a place to open up his lower abdomen. His skin was covered in various arcane runes she did not recognize. They were written into his flesh through both heat-methods like branding or carving methods like sacrification. She was now more then a bit disconserted as she realized she would be cutting into a living artifact. Idonea pursed her lips in thought. She did not know if she could easily proceed without setting off some unknown magic, potentially killing them both.
She paused then sent her assistant off to find another lesser hexer to consult. (more here) When he arrived they sat and disscussed a course of action. It was discovered that he hade "written" his spell book into his flesh. This seemed to intrigue the lesser hexer, and as he read Hexer's body the lesser magus started to grin. Idonea smacked him in the back of the head to bring him back into focus and make sure that what she was about to do was safe for the encampment. Now, though neither of them had ever heard of such a thing as a hexer's black book being written into his flesh, the lesser hexer was sure that such a procedure was safe enough. Spells were written to not be forgotten, and were not inherently dangerous until tapped into with (power) by those that wielded such abilities.
The lesser showed idonea an example: He touched a selection of arcane runes on Hexer's shoulder. Visible light arced between the hexer's finger tips and the Hexer's skin, flowing up the arm and into the projective hand of the lesser hexer. He then proceeded to produce water for the cooking pot.
(Will need to refer to some surggical procedures for better explination of this event.)
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A Couple Days later...
Hexer stood before the archway, trying to decipher the runes. They were old though the carvings themselves looked new. He knew some artifacts retained a youth because of the magics protecting them. However this one merely looked as if the cavern environment did nothing to age the stone itself. He knew that in certain areas of the (Delves), this happened often.
He wanted to pace, but through a force of will he remained still. He had to concentrate. Some of the poison still coursed through his system and made it difficult to concentrate.