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<blockquote data-quote="Nonlethal Force" data-source="post: 2909601" data-attributes="member: 35788"><p><strong>Chapter Four: FINDING THE WAY</strong></p><p></p><p>Ischarus stumbled a few dozen steps forward before the weight of his companion aided the heat in overcoming his strength. He was far enough into the tunnel to no longer be able to see the tunnel entrance, although the raving howling of the dragon from the outside could still be heard echoing through the elongated tunnel. As Ischarus fell to a single knee, he tried to brace Semeion so that if he was alive he would not feel much of the pain. Semeion neither stirred in movement nor exhaled as Ischarus slipped to his crouching position.</p><p></p><p>As Ischarus fell, Charis slowly approached on foot with the two horses in tow. In her draconic tongue she asked Ischarus, <span style="color: Orange">“Am I alive because he was willing to die for me?”</span></p><p></p><p>Ischarus gently slid Semeion off of his back and onto the ground. Much of the back of his clothing had been seared and left with black charred streaks across it. His skin was darkened under the heat of the flame. As Ischarus laid him upon the ground he noted that Semeion once more did not stir from the movement. He answered the Provenience. <span style="color: LightBlue">“Yes, you are alive because he was willing to die. But I refuse to believe that he died so that you could live. There has to be something that we can do.”</span></p><p></p><p>Charis approached with confidence and spread out her palm over Semeion’s face. Her thumb and pinkie finger each pressed into Semeion’s skin on either side of his parched mouth. His skin felt like dry and rough leaves to her fingers. Her index finger and ring finger stretched just above the outside corner of each of Semeion’s eyes. She reached for the beginning of his hairline as she stretched her middle finger. As she did, the palm of her hand came down to rest lightly upon the tip of his nose. Her eyes closed and she naturally attuned herself to her senses in order to block out the sensation of death that her eyes told her had to be there. </p><p></p><p>After only a few seconds she smiled and spoke softly. <span style="color: Orange">“He is alive, but barely. And his life is slipping by fast. His breath is very shallow and still slightly damp. The dragon fire scarred him and the ride must have knocked him unconscious, but he is still alive. If only I can …”</span></p><p></p><p>She began to hum and intone naturally. Ischarus raised his eyes to meet the face of the draconic healer but she had already voluntarily lost her focus in deep prayer. Finding little else to do, he brought his other knee down to the ground and brought his shoulders into a humble stance of prayer. Quickly he found himself lost between the draconic curses uttered by the red dragon from the end of the tunnel and the sweet intonation of Charis’ prayer. The irony of how the same draconic language could be used to utter both hellish curses and sweet words of healing was not lost upon him.</p><p></p><p>As Charis hummed her thoughts began to take form. <span style="color: Orange">“I call upon the power of the one who has come to me in my dreams - the one who has taught me to heal my people and to keep them from death. I ask that my power be increased to heal those beyond my people – so that this one who would give his life for me might be saved. Protect him and bond with him, oh great healer, that the wounds taken for my sake would be soon forgotten.”</span></p><p></p><p>By the final phrase of Charis’ intoned prayer Ischarus found that he had completely forgotten about the mad ravings of the evil red father dragon. He knew that as she prayed, she prayed to the same healing power that his own silver father dragon had taught them to love. Charis finished praying and brought her words down to a simple hum and Ischarus began to shiver. A loud wind bellowed up from the depths of the cave and blew past the pair of kneeling Drakontos. </p><p></p><p>In a sudden shot of movement, Semeion gasped once for a breath of life at the same time that the raving red dragon let out a simple yelp of pain. Semeion opened his eyes for a moment and then quickly closed them. His breathing became more pronounced and his chest began to substantially rise and fall. The charred areas of his clothing remained, but much of his skin looked merely tanned in an unusual pattern as opposed to burned.</p><p></p><p>Charis extended her hand over his face in the exact manner as before and smiled. Her face turned to look at Ischarus and she spoke softly to interrupt his prayer. <span style="color: Orange">“He will sleep now, a sleep in the rest of the hidden healer. Many times my healing power has been granted and many times it occurs without demonstration. When there is a demonstration often the demonstration varies and is dependant upon the circumstances of the request. But that is my gift. That is why I was so important to my people. The magical ability to heal is rare among my people, rare enough for the villagers to risk losing me so that I might breed with my dragon father.”</span></p><p></p><p>Ischarus lifted his eyes to Charis and began to speak in the draconic tongue. As he spoke, he noticed that the ravings of the great red wyrm had ceased around the tunnel entrance. <span style="color: LightBlue">“Anyone who is capable of doing that is fine in my book. You continue to walk in the way of your hidden healer and you are welcome with me. With your people fleeing to safety, your gifts are no longer needed back there.”</span></p><p></p><p>Charis smiled, but then looked down to meet the soft healing expression of Semeion. <span style="color: Orange">“He’ll likely need rest, and my dragon father has a fierce anger. There will be those who suffer on account of your efforts.”</span></p><p></p><p>Ischarus nodded. <span style="color: LightBlue">“Indeed there will. If your father dragon crosses the mountains to the north he will find that the good dragons will resist him. If need be, my father dragon will come from Barghost and fight. The evil that is in Quehalost must not be allowed to spread. It must be fought until the land is cleansed. Even then we must remain vigilant.”</span></p><p></p><p>Charis smiled grimly as she looked upon Semeion and listened to Ischarus’ grand proclamation. <span style="color: Orange">“You have not seen the evils my father dragon has fought off to protect his territory. What you seek is noble. What you do not know about the land can kill you.”</span></p><p></p><p>After chastising Ischarus’ words Charis returned her gaze to Semeion and continued speaking. <span style="color: Orange">“My father dragon almost killed this one because of the threat you bring. Today he is lucky my father dragon could not pursue. Other evils exist that are more capable of pursuit. Your goal is noble indeed.”</span></p><p></p><p>Ischarus gathered himself and stood, loosening his blade in the process. <span style="color: LightBlue">“Our goal is noble, and it would seem you have gifts and information to offer us. We shall see …”</span></p><p></p><p>Ischarus stopped speaking as he heard the sound of approaching horse hooves from deeper within the tunnel.</p><p></p><p></p><p>[Sblock=Color Free Speech Section]</p><p>Chapter Four: FINDING THE WAY</p><p></p><p>Ischarus stumbled a few dozen steps forward before the weight of his companion aided the heat in overcoming his strength. He was far enough into the tunnel to no longer be able to see the tunnel entrance, although the raving howling of the dragon from the outside could still be heard echoing through the elongated tunnel. As Ischarus fell to a single knee, he tried to brace Semeion so that if he was alive he would not feel much of the pain. Semeion neither stirred in movement nor exhaled as Ischarus slipped to his crouching position.</p><p></p><p>As Ischarus fell, Charis slowly approached on foot with the two horses in tow. In her draconic tongue she asked Ischarus, “Am I alive because he was willing to die for me?”</p><p></p><p>Ischarus gently slid Semeion off of his back and onto the ground. Much of the back of his clothing had been seared and left with black charred streaks across it. His skin was darkened under the heat of the flame. As Ischarus laid him upon the ground he noted that Semeion once more did not stir from the movement. He answered the Provenience. “Yes, you are alive because he was willing to die. But I refuse to believe that he died so that you could live. There has to be something that we can do.”</p><p></p><p>Charis approached with confidence and spread out her palm over Semeion’s face. Her thumb and pinkie finger each pressed into Semeion’s skin on either side of his parched mouth. His skin felt like dry and rough leaves to her fingers. Her index finger and ring finger stretched just above the outside corner of each of Semeion’s eyes. She reached for the beginning of his hairline as she stretched her middle finger. As she did, the palm of her hand came down to rest lightly upon the tip of his nose. Her eyes closed and she naturally attuned herself to her senses in order to block out the sensation of death that her eyes told her had to be there. </p><p></p><p>After only a few seconds she smiled and spoke softly. “He is alive, but barely. And his life is slipping by fast. His breath is very shallow and still slightly damp. The dragon fire scarred him and the ride must have knocked him unconscious, but he is still alive. If only I can …”</p><p></p><p>She began to hum and intone naturally. Ischarus raised his eyes to meet the face of the draconic healer but she had already voluntarily lost her focus in deep prayer. Finding little else to do, he brought his other knee down to the ground and brought his shoulders into a humble stance of prayer. Quickly he found himself lost between the draconic curses uttered by the red dragon from the end of the tunnel and the sweet intonation of Charis’ prayer. The irony of how the same draconic language could be used to utter both hellish curses and sweet words of healing was not lost upon him.</p><p></p><p>As Charis hummed her thoughts began to take form. “I call upon the power of the one who has come to me in my dreams - the one who has taught me to heal my people and to keep them from death. I ask that my power be increased to heal those beyond my people – so that this one who would give his life for me might be saved. Protect him and bond with him, oh great healer, that the wounds taken for my sake would be soon forgotten.”</p><p></p><p>By the final phrase of Charis’ intoned prayer Ischarus found that he had completely forgotten about the mad ravings of the evil red father dragon. He knew that as she prayed, she prayed to the same healing power that his own silver father dragon had taught them to love. Charis finished praying and brought her words down to a simple hum and Ischarus began to shiver. A loud wind bellowed up from the depths of the cave and blew past the pair of kneeling Drakontos. </p><p></p><p>In a sudden shot of movement, Semeion gasped once for a breath of life at the same time that the raving red dragon let out a simple yelp of pain. Semeion opened his eyes for a moment and then quickly closed them. His breathing became more pronounced and his chest began to substantially rise and fall. The charred areas of his clothing remained, but much of his skin looked merely tanned in an unusual pattern as opposed to burned.</p><p></p><p>Charis extended her hand over his face in the exact manner as before and smiled. Her face turned to look at Ischarus and she spoke softly to interrupt his prayer. “He will sleep now, a sleep in the rest of the hidden healer. Many times my healing power has been granted and many times it occurs without demonstration. When there is a demonstration often the demonstration varies and is dependant upon the circumstances of the request. But that is my gift. That is why I was so important to my people. The magical ability to heal is rare among my people, rare enough for the villagers to risk losing me so that I might breed with my dragon father.”</p><p></p><p>Ischarus lifted his eyes to Charis and began to speak in the draconic tongue. As he spoke, he noticed that the ravings of the great red wyrm had ceased around the tunnel entrance. “Anyone who is capable of doing that is fine in my book. You continue to walk in the way of your hidden healer and you are welcome with me. With your people fleeing to safety, your gifts are no longer needed back there.”</p><p></p><p>Charis smiled, but then looked down to meet the soft healing expression of Semeion. “He’ll likely need rest, and my dragon father has a fierce anger. There will be those who suffer on account of your efforts.”</p><p></p><p>Ischarus nodded. “Indeed there will. If your father dragon crosses the mountains to the north he will find that the good dragons will resist him. If need be, my father dragon will come from Barghost and fight. The evil that is in Quehalost must not be allowed to spread. It must be fought until the land is cleansed. Even then we must remain vigilant.”</p><p></p><p>Charis smiled grimly as she looked upon Semeion and listened to Ischarus’ grand proclamation. “You have not seen the evils my father dragon has fought off to protect his territory. What you seek is noble. What you do not know about the land can kill you.”</p><p></p><p>After chastising Ischarus’ words Charis returned her gaze to Semeion and continued speaking. “My father dragon almost killed this one because of the threat you bring. Today he is lucky my father dragon could not pursue. Other evils exist that are more capable of pursuit. Your goal is noble indeed.”</p><p></p><p>Ischarus gathered himself and stood, loosening his blade in the process. “Our goal is noble, and it would seem you have gifts and information to offer us. We shall see …”</p><p></p><p>Ischarus stopped speaking as he heard the sound of approaching horse hooves from deeper within the tunnel.[/Sblock]</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Nonlethal Force, post: 2909601, member: 35788"] [B]Chapter Four: FINDING THE WAY[/B] Ischarus stumbled a few dozen steps forward before the weight of his companion aided the heat in overcoming his strength. He was far enough into the tunnel to no longer be able to see the tunnel entrance, although the raving howling of the dragon from the outside could still be heard echoing through the elongated tunnel. As Ischarus fell to a single knee, he tried to brace Semeion so that if he was alive he would not feel much of the pain. Semeion neither stirred in movement nor exhaled as Ischarus slipped to his crouching position. As Ischarus fell, Charis slowly approached on foot with the two horses in tow. In her draconic tongue she asked Ischarus, [Color=Orange]“Am I alive because he was willing to die for me?”[/Color] Ischarus gently slid Semeion off of his back and onto the ground. Much of the back of his clothing had been seared and left with black charred streaks across it. His skin was darkened under the heat of the flame. As Ischarus laid him upon the ground he noted that Semeion once more did not stir from the movement. He answered the Provenience. [Color=LightBlue]“Yes, you are alive because he was willing to die. But I refuse to believe that he died so that you could live. There has to be something that we can do.”[/Color] Charis approached with confidence and spread out her palm over Semeion’s face. Her thumb and pinkie finger each pressed into Semeion’s skin on either side of his parched mouth. His skin felt like dry and rough leaves to her fingers. Her index finger and ring finger stretched just above the outside corner of each of Semeion’s eyes. She reached for the beginning of his hairline as she stretched her middle finger. As she did, the palm of her hand came down to rest lightly upon the tip of his nose. Her eyes closed and she naturally attuned herself to her senses in order to block out the sensation of death that her eyes told her had to be there. After only a few seconds she smiled and spoke softly. [Color=Orange]“He is alive, but barely. And his life is slipping by fast. His breath is very shallow and still slightly damp. The dragon fire scarred him and the ride must have knocked him unconscious, but he is still alive. If only I can …”[/Color] She began to hum and intone naturally. Ischarus raised his eyes to meet the face of the draconic healer but she had already voluntarily lost her focus in deep prayer. Finding little else to do, he brought his other knee down to the ground and brought his shoulders into a humble stance of prayer. Quickly he found himself lost between the draconic curses uttered by the red dragon from the end of the tunnel and the sweet intonation of Charis’ prayer. The irony of how the same draconic language could be used to utter both hellish curses and sweet words of healing was not lost upon him. As Charis hummed her thoughts began to take form. [Color=Orange]“I call upon the power of the one who has come to me in my dreams - the one who has taught me to heal my people and to keep them from death. I ask that my power be increased to heal those beyond my people – so that this one who would give his life for me might be saved. Protect him and bond with him, oh great healer, that the wounds taken for my sake would be soon forgotten.”[/Color] By the final phrase of Charis’ intoned prayer Ischarus found that he had completely forgotten about the mad ravings of the evil red father dragon. He knew that as she prayed, she prayed to the same healing power that his own silver father dragon had taught them to love. Charis finished praying and brought her words down to a simple hum and Ischarus began to shiver. A loud wind bellowed up from the depths of the cave and blew past the pair of kneeling Drakontos. In a sudden shot of movement, Semeion gasped once for a breath of life at the same time that the raving red dragon let out a simple yelp of pain. Semeion opened his eyes for a moment and then quickly closed them. His breathing became more pronounced and his chest began to substantially rise and fall. The charred areas of his clothing remained, but much of his skin looked merely tanned in an unusual pattern as opposed to burned. Charis extended her hand over his face in the exact manner as before and smiled. Her face turned to look at Ischarus and she spoke softly to interrupt his prayer. [Color=Orange]“He will sleep now, a sleep in the rest of the hidden healer. Many times my healing power has been granted and many times it occurs without demonstration. When there is a demonstration often the demonstration varies and is dependant upon the circumstances of the request. But that is my gift. That is why I was so important to my people. The magical ability to heal is rare among my people, rare enough for the villagers to risk losing me so that I might breed with my dragon father.”[/Color] Ischarus lifted his eyes to Charis and began to speak in the draconic tongue. As he spoke, he noticed that the ravings of the great red wyrm had ceased around the tunnel entrance. [Color=LightBlue]“Anyone who is capable of doing that is fine in my book. You continue to walk in the way of your hidden healer and you are welcome with me. With your people fleeing to safety, your gifts are no longer needed back there.”[/Color] Charis smiled, but then looked down to meet the soft healing expression of Semeion. [Color=Orange]“He’ll likely need rest, and my dragon father has a fierce anger. There will be those who suffer on account of your efforts.”[/Color] Ischarus nodded. [Color=LightBlue]“Indeed there will. If your father dragon crosses the mountains to the north he will find that the good dragons will resist him. If need be, my father dragon will come from Barghost and fight. The evil that is in Quehalost must not be allowed to spread. It must be fought until the land is cleansed. Even then we must remain vigilant.”[/Color] Charis smiled grimly as she looked upon Semeion and listened to Ischarus’ grand proclamation. [Color=Orange]“You have not seen the evils my father dragon has fought off to protect his territory. What you seek is noble. What you do not know about the land can kill you.”[/Color] After chastising Ischarus’ words Charis returned her gaze to Semeion and continued speaking. [Color=Orange]“My father dragon almost killed this one because of the threat you bring. Today he is lucky my father dragon could not pursue. Other evils exist that are more capable of pursuit. Your goal is noble indeed.”[/Color] Ischarus gathered himself and stood, loosening his blade in the process. [Color=LightBlue]“Our goal is noble, and it would seem you have gifts and information to offer us. We shall see …”[/Color] Ischarus stopped speaking as he heard the sound of approaching horse hooves from deeper within the tunnel. [Sblock=Color Free Speech Section] Chapter Four: FINDING THE WAY Ischarus stumbled a few dozen steps forward before the weight of his companion aided the heat in overcoming his strength. He was far enough into the tunnel to no longer be able to see the tunnel entrance, although the raving howling of the dragon from the outside could still be heard echoing through the elongated tunnel. As Ischarus fell to a single knee, he tried to brace Semeion so that if he was alive he would not feel much of the pain. Semeion neither stirred in movement nor exhaled as Ischarus slipped to his crouching position. As Ischarus fell, Charis slowly approached on foot with the two horses in tow. In her draconic tongue she asked Ischarus, “Am I alive because he was willing to die for me?” Ischarus gently slid Semeion off of his back and onto the ground. Much of the back of his clothing had been seared and left with black charred streaks across it. His skin was darkened under the heat of the flame. As Ischarus laid him upon the ground he noted that Semeion once more did not stir from the movement. He answered the Provenience. “Yes, you are alive because he was willing to die. But I refuse to believe that he died so that you could live. There has to be something that we can do.” Charis approached with confidence and spread out her palm over Semeion’s face. Her thumb and pinkie finger each pressed into Semeion’s skin on either side of his parched mouth. His skin felt like dry and rough leaves to her fingers. Her index finger and ring finger stretched just above the outside corner of each of Semeion’s eyes. She reached for the beginning of his hairline as she stretched her middle finger. As she did, the palm of her hand came down to rest lightly upon the tip of his nose. Her eyes closed and she naturally attuned herself to her senses in order to block out the sensation of death that her eyes told her had to be there. After only a few seconds she smiled and spoke softly. “He is alive, but barely. And his life is slipping by fast. His breath is very shallow and still slightly damp. The dragon fire scarred him and the ride must have knocked him unconscious, but he is still alive. If only I can …” She began to hum and intone naturally. Ischarus raised his eyes to meet the face of the draconic healer but she had already voluntarily lost her focus in deep prayer. Finding little else to do, he brought his other knee down to the ground and brought his shoulders into a humble stance of prayer. Quickly he found himself lost between the draconic curses uttered by the red dragon from the end of the tunnel and the sweet intonation of Charis’ prayer. The irony of how the same draconic language could be used to utter both hellish curses and sweet words of healing was not lost upon him. As Charis hummed her thoughts began to take form. “I call upon the power of the one who has come to me in my dreams - the one who has taught me to heal my people and to keep them from death. I ask that my power be increased to heal those beyond my people – so that this one who would give his life for me might be saved. Protect him and bond with him, oh great healer, that the wounds taken for my sake would be soon forgotten.” By the final phrase of Charis’ intoned prayer Ischarus found that he had completely forgotten about the mad ravings of the evil red father dragon. He knew that as she prayed, she prayed to the same healing power that his own silver father dragon had taught them to love. Charis finished praying and brought her words down to a simple hum and Ischarus began to shiver. A loud wind bellowed up from the depths of the cave and blew past the pair of kneeling Drakontos. In a sudden shot of movement, Semeion gasped once for a breath of life at the same time that the raving red dragon let out a simple yelp of pain. Semeion opened his eyes for a moment and then quickly closed them. His breathing became more pronounced and his chest began to substantially rise and fall. The charred areas of his clothing remained, but much of his skin looked merely tanned in an unusual pattern as opposed to burned. Charis extended her hand over his face in the exact manner as before and smiled. Her face turned to look at Ischarus and she spoke softly to interrupt his prayer. “He will sleep now, a sleep in the rest of the hidden healer. Many times my healing power has been granted and many times it occurs without demonstration. When there is a demonstration often the demonstration varies and is dependant upon the circumstances of the request. But that is my gift. That is why I was so important to my people. The magical ability to heal is rare among my people, rare enough for the villagers to risk losing me so that I might breed with my dragon father.” Ischarus lifted his eyes to Charis and began to speak in the draconic tongue. As he spoke, he noticed that the ravings of the great red wyrm had ceased around the tunnel entrance. “Anyone who is capable of doing that is fine in my book. You continue to walk in the way of your hidden healer and you are welcome with me. With your people fleeing to safety, your gifts are no longer needed back there.” Charis smiled, but then looked down to meet the soft healing expression of Semeion. “He’ll likely need rest, and my dragon father has a fierce anger. There will be those who suffer on account of your efforts.” Ischarus nodded. “Indeed there will. If your father dragon crosses the mountains to the north he will find that the good dragons will resist him. If need be, my father dragon will come from Barghost and fight. The evil that is in Quehalost must not be allowed to spread. It must be fought until the land is cleansed. Even then we must remain vigilant.” Charis smiled grimly as she looked upon Semeion and listened to Ischarus’ grand proclamation. “You have not seen the evils my father dragon has fought off to protect his territory. What you seek is noble. What you do not know about the land can kill you.” After chastising Ischarus’ words Charis returned her gaze to Semeion and continued speaking. “My father dragon almost killed this one because of the threat you bring. Today he is lucky my father dragon could not pursue. Other evils exist that are more capable of pursuit. Your goal is noble indeed.” Ischarus gathered himself and stood, loosening his blade in the process. “Our goal is noble, and it would seem you have gifts and information to offer us. We shall see …” Ischarus stopped speaking as he heard the sound of approaching horse hooves from deeper within the tunnel.[/Sblock] [/QUOTE]
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