Myth and Legend
First Post
Lora moaned as the divine magics Calude commanded rushed trough her body and expelled the arrow from her leg with force, black blood following after in a strong single gush before the wound closed itself, only a pink scar remaining on the smooth skin. The girl gripped the older man's forearm and met his stare with her dark blue orbs. "Thank you Claude." she said, shrugging off the pain in her shoulder.
"I am an utter bitch!" Lora thought to herself with anger as she stood up, still holding the cut edge of her dress and exposing her inner thigh almost to the point where her two legs met. "I do not even know what deity the man worships and yet i exploit his skills!"
Not really noticing she had almost removed her skirt from it's task of impeding the line of sight to more private areas, Lora looked around, grateful for the cover the steel clad men provided, and angry at them at the same time. Decisions would have to be made quickly however.
"Trinham is right. Lord Valorn, We should move, and I think we must take the fallen man back with us. Your Cleric might be able to save his life so we can question him. Information on the enemy camp is invaluable. Also, I would like to know if he is Treylor or Nanderly."
Lora then suddenly realized how much flesh she had revealed, and quickly dropped her skirt with blushing cheeks. "And also you will loose a good riding horse unless it somehow returns to us. Let's hope this works!"
Horses were expensive, and pure breed stallions who were trained or war - even more so. The Wizardress now reverted to her farmstead upbringing and put her left fingers in her mouth, below the tongue - her right hand was too grossly drenched with blood to be used in such a way. Lora then whistled sharply, hoping the animal would recognize such a call.
"I am an utter bitch!" Lora thought to herself with anger as she stood up, still holding the cut edge of her dress and exposing her inner thigh almost to the point where her two legs met. "I do not even know what deity the man worships and yet i exploit his skills!"
Not really noticing she had almost removed her skirt from it's task of impeding the line of sight to more private areas, Lora looked around, grateful for the cover the steel clad men provided, and angry at them at the same time. Decisions would have to be made quickly however.
"Trinham is right. Lord Valorn, We should move, and I think we must take the fallen man back with us. Your Cleric might be able to save his life so we can question him. Information on the enemy camp is invaluable. Also, I would like to know if he is Treylor or Nanderly."
Lora then suddenly realized how much flesh she had revealed, and quickly dropped her skirt with blushing cheeks. "And also you will loose a good riding horse unless it somehow returns to us. Let's hope this works!"
Horses were expensive, and pure breed stallions who were trained or war - even more so. The Wizardress now reverted to her farmstead upbringing and put her left fingers in her mouth, below the tongue - her right hand was too grossly drenched with blood to be used in such a way. Lora then whistled sharply, hoping the animal would recognize such a call.