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The night is still, but there is still an uneasiness in the air. ArcTic steps into the hut where he pours some tea for himself. A while after drinking the tea, ArcTic notices an irregularity stemming within himself. He cannot see clearly and started to get frantic. He takes a look at the empty tea cup and notices foreign leaves resting at the bottom. Seeing as all his flavorings for his tea were in the pot and not the cup, he knew there was something amiss here. He grabbed the leaves and stuffs them in his pocket. Dizziness now starts to take him. He was poisoned!
He breaks from the hut and moves he way to the elder's house. He knocks on the door and waits for what seemed like an eternaty before the door opened to reveal the elder. ArcTic explained the situation and showed the elder the leaves. After examining the leaves, the elder told ArcTic that it was a unique poison and that there isn't a remedy to be found in the Spir tribe. ArcTic inquired as to what could be done then. A soft smile grew over the elder's face and suggested to search for a person in the Emo tribe that has knowledge of herbs and poisons from them. ArcTic thanked the elder and took off in a haste.
ArcTic's movements seemed sluggish compared to what he knew of himself and his head was in a fire. Along the way, he crossed the path of an ally who, upon seeing ArcTic, came out of the hut to greet him. On any other day, ArcTic would be happy to converse with the person, but as the sharpness in his head faded, ArcTic had to push the ally aside and keep to his quickened pace.
Time passed and ArcTic soon found himself infront of the ivy enwrapped gates of the Emo Tribe. The gates quickly opened after ArcTic's request. He quickly moved across the central pavillion and gardens to talk to the priestess of his situation. The priestess had to admit that she had only limited knowledge of poisonous herbs. ArcTic felt a growing sense of concern grow inside him with this news. The priestess continued that there was a new person in the tribe that might be of some help. ArcTic followed as the priestess headed off to this person.
The priestess rang the bell outside the residence and after a pause, the gates open and a figure approached. Even under the growing haze in ArcTic's mind, he could recognize who the person was, and the both shared smiles upon their faces. It would seem that in the short time upon moving here, Min had already started up her own garden and ArcTic was quite surprized to see the progress in such a little amount of time. ArcTic pulled out the leaves again and presented them to Min. She took them in her hands and examined them closely. A troubled expression took her face. She told ArcTic that this was an exotic plant not native to the Tundra and would have had to been placed by someone from a completely different region. Min suggested a few regions that this plant would grow and ArcTic knew immediately which one it came from.
The plant was a reminant from the Princess he once guarded. The leaves came from a plant whose flowers were beautiful, but the leaves were toxic. Min hurried quickly. She picked a few leaves of a few types of plants, ran to her shed and grounded the leaves into a powder. She took the powder and mixed it into a drink and handed it back to ArcTic instructing him to drink the whole thing quickly.
Because of the haste, the water was not heated and so ArcTic had to drink the whole drink, leaves and all. He managed to throw it down and let out a hard series of coughs. With each cough, ArcTic could feel a surge of power that was only draining his energy, burning him out. He could feel the remedy fighting the poison inside and taking all of his strength in doing so. After about the eighth cough, ArcTic felt his legs give out and he fell to the ground, landing in a small patch of snow.
He was hunched over before the coughing stopped. The world was now very quiet as the priestess and Min stood watching over ArcTic to see what would happen next. ArcTic's head was a float and he tried frantically to find something concrete for his mind to latch on to.
The wind cut through and brushed across his face. As it passed by his ears, ArcTic could hear the whistles of the wind and could hear something else with it. A mysterious grace mixed with his mind and the sounds of cheers from his allies filled his mind. A weak smile grew now over ArcTic's face. He took his right arm and placed it in the snow and started to lean on it. More cheers filled him. ArcTic now made a shift with his body that placed him back on his feet. The memories of his allies support placed by the winds gave ArcTic a renewed sense of strength that seemed to fortify him and gave back his grace and strength.
ArcTic turned and thanked Min for the concoction. He turned and gave a salute and took to his feet and left for the Tundra.
He breaks from the hut and moves he way to the elder's house. He knocks on the door and waits for what seemed like an eternaty before the door opened to reveal the elder. ArcTic explained the situation and showed the elder the leaves. After examining the leaves, the elder told ArcTic that it was a unique poison and that there isn't a remedy to be found in the Spir tribe. ArcTic inquired as to what could be done then. A soft smile grew over the elder's face and suggested to search for a person in the Emo tribe that has knowledge of herbs and poisons from them. ArcTic thanked the elder and took off in a haste.
ArcTic's movements seemed sluggish compared to what he knew of himself and his head was in a fire. Along the way, he crossed the path of an ally who, upon seeing ArcTic, came out of the hut to greet him. On any other day, ArcTic would be happy to converse with the person, but as the sharpness in his head faded, ArcTic had to push the ally aside and keep to his quickened pace.
Time passed and ArcTic soon found himself infront of the ivy enwrapped gates of the Emo Tribe. The gates quickly opened after ArcTic's request. He quickly moved across the central pavillion and gardens to talk to the priestess of his situation. The priestess had to admit that she had only limited knowledge of poisonous herbs. ArcTic felt a growing sense of concern grow inside him with this news. The priestess continued that there was a new person in the tribe that might be of some help. ArcTic followed as the priestess headed off to this person.
The priestess rang the bell outside the residence and after a pause, the gates open and a figure approached. Even under the growing haze in ArcTic's mind, he could recognize who the person was, and the both shared smiles upon their faces. It would seem that in the short time upon moving here, Min had already started up her own garden and ArcTic was quite surprized to see the progress in such a little amount of time. ArcTic pulled out the leaves again and presented them to Min. She took them in her hands and examined them closely. A troubled expression took her face. She told ArcTic that this was an exotic plant not native to the Tundra and would have had to been placed by someone from a completely different region. Min suggested a few regions that this plant would grow and ArcTic knew immediately which one it came from.
The plant was a reminant from the Princess he once guarded. The leaves came from a plant whose flowers were beautiful, but the leaves were toxic. Min hurried quickly. She picked a few leaves of a few types of plants, ran to her shed and grounded the leaves into a powder. She took the powder and mixed it into a drink and handed it back to ArcTic instructing him to drink the whole thing quickly.
Because of the haste, the water was not heated and so ArcTic had to drink the whole drink, leaves and all. He managed to throw it down and let out a hard series of coughs. With each cough, ArcTic could feel a surge of power that was only draining his energy, burning him out. He could feel the remedy fighting the poison inside and taking all of his strength in doing so. After about the eighth cough, ArcTic felt his legs give out and he fell to the ground, landing in a small patch of snow.
He was hunched over before the coughing stopped. The world was now very quiet as the priestess and Min stood watching over ArcTic to see what would happen next. ArcTic's head was a float and he tried frantically to find something concrete for his mind to latch on to.
The wind cut through and brushed across his face. As it passed by his ears, ArcTic could hear the whistles of the wind and could hear something else with it. A mysterious grace mixed with his mind and the sounds of cheers from his allies filled his mind. A weak smile grew now over ArcTic's face. He took his right arm and placed it in the snow and started to lean on it. More cheers filled him. ArcTic now made a shift with his body that placed him back on his feet. The memories of his allies support placed by the winds gave ArcTic a renewed sense of strength that seemed to fortify him and gave back his grace and strength.
ArcTic turned and thanked Min for the concoction. He turned and gave a salute and took to his feet and left for the Tundra.