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<blockquote data-quote="Nonlethal Force" data-source="post: 2936335" data-attributes="member: 35788"><p><span style="color: PaleGreen">“Semeion, settle down. This man can help her, whatever is wrong with her. I’m sure that he can find out exactly what the problem is and treat it.”</span></p><p></p><p>The healer smiled nervously at having walked into an obviously tense room. <span style="color: Lime">“Or bring in someone who can heal it. My powers are not limitless, but I do have superiors with powers that exceed my own.”</span></p><p></p><p>Semeion did not reply, but continued wearing an expression of nervousness and anger. His expression wasn’t directed towards anyone in particular. Instead he stared angrily over the healer’s shoulder at the far wall.</p><p></p><p>Knowing that Charis was not being afflicted by some kind of plague or skin disease, the healer placed his hands upon Charis’ head. Her skin had a clammy feel to it. As his hands moved down her body, he checked for broken bones and places where her internal body temperature might be higher than it should be. As he finished his check of her from head to toe, he shook his head side to side. <span style="color: Lime">“I know that this sounds rather odd, but she has no sign of infection or disease at all. I can find nothing wrong with her except to say that she looks as though she either has been beaten lately or she has overexerted herself in work. Has she been working outside much for as long as she’s had these symptoms?”</span></p><p></p><p>Semeion’s face fell instantly when the doctor had declared her free from illness. He had been counting on the simple answer to be the right one. The healer’s assertion meant Rhema had a greater chance of being correct.</p><p></p><p>Ischarus had been standing beside Rhema as the healer performed his diagnosis. Seeing that Semeion wasn’t prepared to answer, he spoke up instead. <span style="color: LightBlue">“Well, we did spend much of the morning walking her to Fingerdale but we walked at a casual pace and enjoyed the day. Beside the walk all that we did was to stop at the wall and admire the magical writing upon the stones. It was as she read the writing that she became ill – twice. Could it be the writing?”</span></p><p></p><p>The healer lightly bit his lower lip as he thought about Ischarus’ assertion. He shook his head slowly from side to side as he thought. <span style="color: Lime">“No, I just do not see how that makes any sense at all. I have read the magical words inscribed upon our wall many times. Many people every day read those words. And nobody gets overly sick from reading them.”</span></p><p></p><p>Rhema caught Semeion’s eyes and held his glance. <span style="color: PaleGreen">“Semeion, we need to discuss that possibility. The healer can tell us for sure.”</span></p><p></p><p>Semeion almost snarled at Rhema as he gave his answer. <span style="color: Plum">“Fine. Go ahead say what you are thinking. I don’t like the thought of it, but there is no sense hiding from the truth if you are correct.”</span></p><p></p><p>The healer raised an eyebrow as Semeion spoke and turned to Rhema with great curiosity. <span style="color: Lime">“What is it that you are not telling me, then? It could be rather important.”</span></p><p></p><p>Rhema looked to Semeion once more in deference. <span style="color: PaleGreen">“I know what she means to you, Semeion. We both do. Would you like to tell him?”</span></p><p></p><p>Semeion shook his head from side to side as his eyes were cast solidly in the direction of the stone floor. <span style="color: Plum">“No, Rhema. I cannot bring myself to accept it as a possibility now. I could not bring myself to even utter the words. I appreciate your desire to let me begin the discussion, but I simply cannot.”</span></p><p></p><p>Rhema nodded and softly added, <span style="color: PaleGreen">“That’s okay, Semeion. I understand what you are dealing with and what she means to you. I can understand your great struggle.”</span></p><p></p><p>Rhema turned to Ischarus and nodded in Semeion’s direction as she began to speak to the healer. Ischarus took the hint and left his position by Rhema’s side and walked to a place that put him slightly bahind Semeion. Ischarus removed his leather gauntlet and rested his hand upon Semeion’s shoulder. It was enough to break the tension welling up in Semeion’s body and a single tear began to flow from his left eye and trickled down his nose.</p><p></p><p>Once Ischarus was in position Rhema began her explanation. <span style="color: PaleGreen">“She is Drakontos, healer. She is descended from a red dragon, although her ways are since reformed. There may have been a slight chance that before she could be rescued from her dragon father that she was impregnated by the dragon. We know that she had been chosen to be the dragon’s Provenience and bring in the next generation of Drakontos for the red dragon. Only just recently has she learned how to read words written in a magical language. Before we rescued her she could not even speak in our tongue. Since coming to us, she has not only learned our language but has developed the ability to read magical scripts upon occasion. I had begun to think that if she was pregnant with a clutch of human dragon mixed children that one of them might be magically gifted. Could their magical power be transferred from her children to her while yet unborn?”</span></p><p></p><p>The healer’s eyes opened wide at the possibility of such an occurrence. <span style="color: Lime">“I’ll be honest with you and tell you that the question is beyond my expertise. However, I can cast a simple spell that will tell me if she is carrying young. If we find out that she is I can get one of my superiors to instruct me further.”</span></p><p></p><p>Rhema nodded, and the healer prepared to cast the spell. Semeion’s right hand shot up to Ischarus’ hand as it continued to grip his shoulder for strength. Semeion closed his eyes in fervent prayer. He had been so involved in his magic lately that religion felt strange to him. Ischarus joined him in a prayer, although Ischarus’ prayer came much more easily to him than did Semeion’s.</p><p></p><p>When the healer was ready he cast the spell. <span style="color: Lime">“Hara-Canal-Vass.”</span></p><p></p><p>It was a simple incantation, and Charis developed a light blue aura surrounding her entire body. A similar yellow aura wrapped itself around the healer. Although both auras were hardly perceivable once they had developed around each individual, Rhema could have sworn that she saw a faint thread attach itself between the auras almost like an umbilical chord.</p><p></p><p>The healer smiled as his eyes searched up and down her body. <span style="color: Lime">“I have good news, or at least news that I think most people would think is good in this situation. Your friend suffers from no illness. She has no disease. In fact, she has merely been incapacitated by some unseen force. And I sense no other presences within her body. I can most assuredly tell you that she is not pregnant. In fact, I can even tell you that she never has been pregnant in the past. She appears to have been simply knocked unconscious by an outside force. That is quite honestly all that has happened to her.”</span></p><p></p><p>Semeion’s eyes flashed open and his body gave an immediate exhalation of thankfulness. He couldn’t contain the excitement as his body purged the fear that had been trapped inside. As his body purged the fear he suddenly became much more able to speak. <span style="color: Plum">“And the nausea that she felt earlier before being incapacitated?”</span></p><p></p><p>The healer simply replied, <span style="color: Lime">“I am detecting a faint magical aura about her, but the magic has clearly already passed from her body.”</span></p><p></p><p>The party exchanged confused looks between them. Semeion had cast an earlier spell upon her, but the healer knew of that spell. As far as they could tell there had been no other spell.</p><p></p><p>[Sblock=Color-Free Speech Section]</p><p>“Semeion, settle down. This man can help her, whatever is wrong with her. I’m sure that he can find out exactly what the problem is and treat it.”</p><p></p><p>The healer smiled nervously at having walked into an obviously tense room. “Or bring in someone who can heal it. My powers are not limitless, but I do have superiors with powers that exceed my own.”</p><p></p><p>Semeion did not reply, but continued wearing an expression of nervousness and anger. His expression wasn’t directed towards anyone in particular. Instead he stared angrily over the healer’s shoulder at the far wall.</p><p></p><p>Knowing that Charis was not being afflicted by some kind of plague or skin disease, the healer placed his hands upon Charis’ head. Her skin had a clammy feel to it. As his hands moved down her body, he checked for broken bones and places where her internal body temperature might be higher than it should be. As he finished his check of her from head to toe, he shook his head side to side. “I know that this sounds rather odd, but she has no sign of infection or disease at all. I can find nothing wrong with her except to say that she looks as though she either has been beaten lately or she has overexerted herself in work. Has she been working outside much for as long as she’s had these symptoms?”</p><p></p><p>Semeion’s face fell instantly when the doctor had declared her free from illness. He had been counting on the simple answer to be the right one. The healer’s assertion meant Rhema had a greater chance of being correct.</p><p></p><p>Ischarus had been standing beside Rhema as the healer performed his diagnosis. Seeing that Semeion wasn’t prepared to answer, he spoke up instead. “Well, we did spend much of the morning walking her to Fingerdale but we walked at a casual pace and enjoyed the day. Beside the walk all that we did was to stop at the wall and admire the magical writing upon the stones. It was as she read the writing that she became ill – twice. Could it be the writing?”</p><p></p><p>The healer lightly bit his lower lip as he thought about Ischarus’ assertion. He shook his head slowly from side to side as he thought. “No, I just do not see how that makes any sense at all. I have read the magical words inscribed upon our wall many times. Many people every day read those words. And nobody gets overly sick from reading them.”</p><p></p><p>Rhema caught Semeion’s eyes and held his glance. “Semeion, we need to discuss that possibility. The healer can tell us for sure.”</p><p></p><p>Semeion almost snarled at Rhema as he gave his answer. “Fine. Go ahead say what you are thinking. I don’t like the thought of it, but there is no sense hiding from the truth if you are correct.”</p><p></p><p>The healer raised an eyebrow as Semeion spoke and turned to Rhema with great curiosity. “What is it that you are not telling me, then? It could be rather important.”</p><p></p><p>Rhema looked to Semeion once more in deference. “I know what she means to you, Semeion. We both do. Would you like to tell him?”</p><p></p><p>Semeion shook his head from side to side as his eyes were cast solidly in the direction of the stone floor. “No, Rhema. I cannot bring myself to accept it as a possibility now. I could not bring myself to even utter the words. I appreciate your desire to let me begin the discussion, but I simply cannot.”</p><p></p><p>Rhema nodded and softly added, “That’s okay, Semeion. I understand what you are dealing with and what she means to you. I can understand your great struggle.”</p><p></p><p>Rhema turned to Ischarus and nodded in Semeion’s direction as she began to speak to the healer. Ischarus took the hint and left his position by Rhema’s side and walked to a place that put him slightly bahind Semeion. Ischarus removed his leather gauntlet and rested his hand upon Semeion’s shoulder. It was enough to break the tension welling up in Semeion’s body and a single tear began to flow from his left eye and trickled down his nose.</p><p></p><p>Once Ischarus was in position Rhema began her explanation. “She is Drakontos, healer. She is descended from a red dragon, although her ways are since reformed. There may have been a slight chance that before she could be rescued from her dragon father that she was impregnated by the dragon. We know that she had been chosen to be the dragon’s Provenience and bring in the next generation of Drakontos for the red dragon. Only just recently has she learned how to read words written in a magical language. Before we rescued her she could not even speak in our tongue. Since coming to us, she has not only learned our language but has developed the ability to read magical scripts upon occasion. I had begun to think that if she was pregnant with a clutch of human dragon mixed children that one of them might be magically gifted. Could their magical power be transferred from her children to her while yet unborn?”</p><p></p><p>The healer’s eyes opened wide at the possibility of such an occurrence. “I’ll be honest with you and tell you that the question is beyond my expertise. However, I can cast a simple spell that will tell me if she is carrying young. If we find out that she is I can get one of my superiors to instruct me further.”</p><p></p><p>Rhema nodded, and the healer prepared to cast the spell. Semeion’s right hand shot up to Ischarus’ hand as it continued to grip his shoulder for strength. Semeion closed his eyes in fervent prayer. He had been so involved in his magic lately that religion felt strange to him. Ischarus joined him in a prayer, although Ischarus’ prayer came much more easily to him than did Semeion’s.</p><p></p><p>When the healer was ready he cast the spell. “Hara-Canal-Vass.”</p><p></p><p>It was a simple incantation, and Charis developed a light blue aura surrounding her entire body. A similar yellow aura wrapped itself around the healer. Although both auras were hardly perceivable once they had developed around each individual, Rhema could have sworn that she saw a faint thread attach itself between the auras almost like an umbilical chord.</p><p></p><p>The healer smiled as his eyes searched up and down her body. “I have good news, or at least news that I think most people would think is good in this situation. Your friend suffers from no illness. She has no disease. In fact, she has merely been incapacitated by some unseen force. And I sense no other presences within her body. I can most assuredly tell you that she is not pregnant. In fact, I can even tell you that she never has been pregnant in the past. She appears to have been simply knocked unconscious by an outside force. That is quite honestly all that has happened to her.”</p><p></p><p>Semeion’s eyes flashed open and his body gave an immediate exhalation of thankfulness. He couldn’t contain the excitement as his body purged the fear that had been trapped inside. As his body purged the fear he suddenly became much more able to speak. “And the nausea that she felt earlier before being incapacitated?”</p><p></p><p>The healer simply replied, “I am detecting a faint magical aura about her, but the magic has clearly already passed from her body.”</p><p></p><p>The party exchanged confused looks between them. Semeion had cast an earlier spell upon her, but the healer knew of that spell. As far as they could tell there had been no other spell.[/Sblock]</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Nonlethal Force, post: 2936335, member: 35788"] [Color=PaleGreen]“Semeion, settle down. This man can help her, whatever is wrong with her. I’m sure that he can find out exactly what the problem is and treat it.”[/Color] The healer smiled nervously at having walked into an obviously tense room. [Color=Lime]“Or bring in someone who can heal it. My powers are not limitless, but I do have superiors with powers that exceed my own.”[/Color] Semeion did not reply, but continued wearing an expression of nervousness and anger. His expression wasn’t directed towards anyone in particular. Instead he stared angrily over the healer’s shoulder at the far wall. Knowing that Charis was not being afflicted by some kind of plague or skin disease, the healer placed his hands upon Charis’ head. Her skin had a clammy feel to it. As his hands moved down her body, he checked for broken bones and places where her internal body temperature might be higher than it should be. As he finished his check of her from head to toe, he shook his head side to side. [Color=Lime]“I know that this sounds rather odd, but she has no sign of infection or disease at all. I can find nothing wrong with her except to say that she looks as though she either has been beaten lately or she has overexerted herself in work. Has she been working outside much for as long as she’s had these symptoms?”[/Color] Semeion’s face fell instantly when the doctor had declared her free from illness. He had been counting on the simple answer to be the right one. The healer’s assertion meant Rhema had a greater chance of being correct. Ischarus had been standing beside Rhema as the healer performed his diagnosis. Seeing that Semeion wasn’t prepared to answer, he spoke up instead. [Color=LightBlue]“Well, we did spend much of the morning walking her to Fingerdale but we walked at a casual pace and enjoyed the day. Beside the walk all that we did was to stop at the wall and admire the magical writing upon the stones. It was as she read the writing that she became ill – twice. Could it be the writing?”[/Color] The healer lightly bit his lower lip as he thought about Ischarus’ assertion. He shook his head slowly from side to side as he thought. [Color=Lime]“No, I just do not see how that makes any sense at all. I have read the magical words inscribed upon our wall many times. Many people every day read those words. And nobody gets overly sick from reading them.”[/Color] Rhema caught Semeion’s eyes and held his glance. [Color=PaleGreen]“Semeion, we need to discuss that possibility. The healer can tell us for sure.”[/Color] Semeion almost snarled at Rhema as he gave his answer. [Color=Plum]“Fine. Go ahead say what you are thinking. I don’t like the thought of it, but there is no sense hiding from the truth if you are correct.”[/Color] The healer raised an eyebrow as Semeion spoke and turned to Rhema with great curiosity. [Color=Lime]“What is it that you are not telling me, then? It could be rather important.”[/Color] Rhema looked to Semeion once more in deference. [Color=PaleGreen]“I know what she means to you, Semeion. We both do. Would you like to tell him?”[/Color] Semeion shook his head from side to side as his eyes were cast solidly in the direction of the stone floor. [Color=Plum]“No, Rhema. I cannot bring myself to accept it as a possibility now. I could not bring myself to even utter the words. I appreciate your desire to let me begin the discussion, but I simply cannot.”[/Color] Rhema nodded and softly added, [Color=PaleGreen]“That’s okay, Semeion. I understand what you are dealing with and what she means to you. I can understand your great struggle.”[/Color] Rhema turned to Ischarus and nodded in Semeion’s direction as she began to speak to the healer. Ischarus took the hint and left his position by Rhema’s side and walked to a place that put him slightly bahind Semeion. Ischarus removed his leather gauntlet and rested his hand upon Semeion’s shoulder. It was enough to break the tension welling up in Semeion’s body and a single tear began to flow from his left eye and trickled down his nose. Once Ischarus was in position Rhema began her explanation. [Color=PaleGreen]“She is Drakontos, healer. She is descended from a red dragon, although her ways are since reformed. There may have been a slight chance that before she could be rescued from her dragon father that she was impregnated by the dragon. We know that she had been chosen to be the dragon’s Provenience and bring in the next generation of Drakontos for the red dragon. Only just recently has she learned how to read words written in a magical language. Before we rescued her she could not even speak in our tongue. Since coming to us, she has not only learned our language but has developed the ability to read magical scripts upon occasion. I had begun to think that if she was pregnant with a clutch of human dragon mixed children that one of them might be magically gifted. Could their magical power be transferred from her children to her while yet unborn?”[/Color] The healer’s eyes opened wide at the possibility of such an occurrence. [Color=Lime]“I’ll be honest with you and tell you that the question is beyond my expertise. However, I can cast a simple spell that will tell me if she is carrying young. If we find out that she is I can get one of my superiors to instruct me further.”[/Color] Rhema nodded, and the healer prepared to cast the spell. Semeion’s right hand shot up to Ischarus’ hand as it continued to grip his shoulder for strength. Semeion closed his eyes in fervent prayer. He had been so involved in his magic lately that religion felt strange to him. Ischarus joined him in a prayer, although Ischarus’ prayer came much more easily to him than did Semeion’s. When the healer was ready he cast the spell. [Color=Lime]“Hara-Canal-Vass.”[/Color] It was a simple incantation, and Charis developed a light blue aura surrounding her entire body. A similar yellow aura wrapped itself around the healer. Although both auras were hardly perceivable once they had developed around each individual, Rhema could have sworn that she saw a faint thread attach itself between the auras almost like an umbilical chord. The healer smiled as his eyes searched up and down her body. [Color=Lime]“I have good news, or at least news that I think most people would think is good in this situation. Your friend suffers from no illness. She has no disease. In fact, she has merely been incapacitated by some unseen force. And I sense no other presences within her body. I can most assuredly tell you that she is not pregnant. In fact, I can even tell you that she never has been pregnant in the past. She appears to have been simply knocked unconscious by an outside force. That is quite honestly all that has happened to her.”[/Color] Semeion’s eyes flashed open and his body gave an immediate exhalation of thankfulness. He couldn’t contain the excitement as his body purged the fear that had been trapped inside. As his body purged the fear he suddenly became much more able to speak. [Color=Plum]“And the nausea that she felt earlier before being incapacitated?”[/Color] The healer simply replied, [Color=Lime]“I am detecting a faint magical aura about her, but the magic has clearly already passed from her body.”[/Color] The party exchanged confused looks between them. Semeion had cast an earlier spell upon her, but the healer knew of that spell. As far as they could tell there had been no other spell. [Sblock=Color-Free Speech Section] “Semeion, settle down. This man can help her, whatever is wrong with her. I’m sure that he can find out exactly what the problem is and treat it.” The healer smiled nervously at having walked into an obviously tense room. “Or bring in someone who can heal it. My powers are not limitless, but I do have superiors with powers that exceed my own.” Semeion did not reply, but continued wearing an expression of nervousness and anger. His expression wasn’t directed towards anyone in particular. Instead he stared angrily over the healer’s shoulder at the far wall. Knowing that Charis was not being afflicted by some kind of plague or skin disease, the healer placed his hands upon Charis’ head. Her skin had a clammy feel to it. As his hands moved down her body, he checked for broken bones and places where her internal body temperature might be higher than it should be. As he finished his check of her from head to toe, he shook his head side to side. “I know that this sounds rather odd, but she has no sign of infection or disease at all. I can find nothing wrong with her except to say that she looks as though she either has been beaten lately or she has overexerted herself in work. Has she been working outside much for as long as she’s had these symptoms?” Semeion’s face fell instantly when the doctor had declared her free from illness. He had been counting on the simple answer to be the right one. The healer’s assertion meant Rhema had a greater chance of being correct. Ischarus had been standing beside Rhema as the healer performed his diagnosis. Seeing that Semeion wasn’t prepared to answer, he spoke up instead. “Well, we did spend much of the morning walking her to Fingerdale but we walked at a casual pace and enjoyed the day. Beside the walk all that we did was to stop at the wall and admire the magical writing upon the stones. It was as she read the writing that she became ill – twice. Could it be the writing?” The healer lightly bit his lower lip as he thought about Ischarus’ assertion. He shook his head slowly from side to side as he thought. “No, I just do not see how that makes any sense at all. I have read the magical words inscribed upon our wall many times. Many people every day read those words. And nobody gets overly sick from reading them.” Rhema caught Semeion’s eyes and held his glance. “Semeion, we need to discuss that possibility. The healer can tell us for sure.” Semeion almost snarled at Rhema as he gave his answer. “Fine. Go ahead say what you are thinking. I don’t like the thought of it, but there is no sense hiding from the truth if you are correct.” The healer raised an eyebrow as Semeion spoke and turned to Rhema with great curiosity. “What is it that you are not telling me, then? It could be rather important.” Rhema looked to Semeion once more in deference. “I know what she means to you, Semeion. We both do. Would you like to tell him?” Semeion shook his head from side to side as his eyes were cast solidly in the direction of the stone floor. “No, Rhema. I cannot bring myself to accept it as a possibility now. I could not bring myself to even utter the words. I appreciate your desire to let me begin the discussion, but I simply cannot.” Rhema nodded and softly added, “That’s okay, Semeion. I understand what you are dealing with and what she means to you. I can understand your great struggle.” Rhema turned to Ischarus and nodded in Semeion’s direction as she began to speak to the healer. Ischarus took the hint and left his position by Rhema’s side and walked to a place that put him slightly bahind Semeion. Ischarus removed his leather gauntlet and rested his hand upon Semeion’s shoulder. It was enough to break the tension welling up in Semeion’s body and a single tear began to flow from his left eye and trickled down his nose. Once Ischarus was in position Rhema began her explanation. “She is Drakontos, healer. She is descended from a red dragon, although her ways are since reformed. There may have been a slight chance that before she could be rescued from her dragon father that she was impregnated by the dragon. We know that she had been chosen to be the dragon’s Provenience and bring in the next generation of Drakontos for the red dragon. Only just recently has she learned how to read words written in a magical language. Before we rescued her she could not even speak in our tongue. Since coming to us, she has not only learned our language but has developed the ability to read magical scripts upon occasion. I had begun to think that if she was pregnant with a clutch of human dragon mixed children that one of them might be magically gifted. Could their magical power be transferred from her children to her while yet unborn?” The healer’s eyes opened wide at the possibility of such an occurrence. “I’ll be honest with you and tell you that the question is beyond my expertise. However, I can cast a simple spell that will tell me if she is carrying young. If we find out that she is I can get one of my superiors to instruct me further.” Rhema nodded, and the healer prepared to cast the spell. Semeion’s right hand shot up to Ischarus’ hand as it continued to grip his shoulder for strength. Semeion closed his eyes in fervent prayer. He had been so involved in his magic lately that religion felt strange to him. Ischarus joined him in a prayer, although Ischarus’ prayer came much more easily to him than did Semeion’s. When the healer was ready he cast the spell. “Hara-Canal-Vass.” It was a simple incantation, and Charis developed a light blue aura surrounding her entire body. A similar yellow aura wrapped itself around the healer. Although both auras were hardly perceivable once they had developed around each individual, Rhema could have sworn that she saw a faint thread attach itself between the auras almost like an umbilical chord. The healer smiled as his eyes searched up and down her body. “I have good news, or at least news that I think most people would think is good in this situation. Your friend suffers from no illness. She has no disease. In fact, she has merely been incapacitated by some unseen force. And I sense no other presences within her body. I can most assuredly tell you that she is not pregnant. In fact, I can even tell you that she never has been pregnant in the past. She appears to have been simply knocked unconscious by an outside force. That is quite honestly all that has happened to her.” Semeion’s eyes flashed open and his body gave an immediate exhalation of thankfulness. He couldn’t contain the excitement as his body purged the fear that had been trapped inside. As his body purged the fear he suddenly became much more able to speak. “And the nausea that she felt earlier before being incapacitated?” The healer simply replied, “I am detecting a faint magical aura about her, but the magic has clearly already passed from her body.” The party exchanged confused looks between them. Semeion had cast an earlier spell upon her, but the healer knew of that spell. As far as they could tell there had been no other spell.[/Sblock] [/QUOTE]
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