Dire Lemming
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Realizing that he is quite exhausted and has a great task ahead of him, yet still not wanting to leave Sion's side; Shoon falls asleep on the stool, resting his head on her bed.
Darkness Under Cold Stones
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Land Outcast
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The chat moves towards the present matters, the night proceeds her pace and under the sounds of ever-crackling fire you find space for rest protected from the steely winter outside.
When you wake up, the sun hasn't yet rised but the sounds of morning are heard, people starting the daily toil even in the breath-freezing mornings of Wyvern's Nest.
A young man is in the room adding more wood to the fire, when he notices your waking he announces "Sister Danya is still at the Red Dragon inn, she sent an errand boy saying she would return, but you should go there if you want to meet her before first flame"
When you wake up, the sun hasn't yet rised but the sounds of morning are heard, people starting the daily toil even in the breath-freezing mornings of Wyvern's Nest.
A young man is in the room adding more wood to the fire, when he notices your waking he announces "Sister Danya is still at the Red Dragon inn, she sent an errand boy saying she would return, but you should go there if you want to meet her before first flame"
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Dire Lemming
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Shoon cracks his back uncomfortably and rubs the sleep from his eyes. "What? Sion where are we?" He suddenly remembers and falls off his stool. Standing and rubbing his even more sore back, he looks to see if Sion is awake yet, and then around the room at the others.
Land Outcast
Explorer
To Shoon's concern, Sion looks even worse than the night before, she's shivering more than breathing, pale. Even favorable climate in the room doesn't seem to help, she's warm to the touch, but with the warmth of sickness.
Dire Lemming
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Closer to terrified than concerned, Shoon runs over to the drowsy Ivan and starts shaking him, yelling, "Ivan! Something is wrong! Sion is shivering, and she feels hot! Ivan!" he seems quite panicked.
Scotley
Hero
Kragor
Kragor awakes with a start, at first wondering where he is and then as memory returns he sits up rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Hearing Shoon's words he assesses his own condition and is pleased to discover that his is faring better than Sion. He washes up a bit and dresses warmly to make his way to the Red Dragon. He turns to Shoon placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Your friend needs you to be strong now. This panic does her no good. Come, let us get something to eat and let the healers do their work. They have made me well and, God's willing, will do the same for your friend."
Kragor awakes with a start, at first wondering where he is and then as memory returns he sits up rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Hearing Shoon's words he assesses his own condition and is pleased to discover that his is faring better than Sion. He washes up a bit and dresses warmly to make his way to the Red Dragon. He turns to Shoon placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Your friend needs you to be strong now. This panic does her no good. Come, let us get something to eat and let the healers do their work. They have made me well and, God's willing, will do the same for your friend."
Land Outcast
Explorer
[sblock=Ivan]It seems as if her flesh had frozen completly at different places, and they are now regaining blood flow. You also notice that some intelligent treatment was applied, given that most people would put her beside the fire -when that is done, it oft happens that the extreme heat starts burning instead of just warming-.
Obviously she is now trying to fight off an infection (her skin had dried with the cold, producin tiny cuts) adquired because of her low defenses. She could lose dexterity, in her fingers specially.
She needs plenty of rest... or quite a bit of magic.[/sblock]
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You exit towards the inn... (as always, note any rp you want to make before departing)
Dressed up, you are taken to the exit door by Ivan, in the path there you can appreciate the size of the place, now you are sure, it is bigger than the inn. The whole place seems to conserve the same uniform warmth as the room in which you were housed.
Before the big thick wooden door leading to the outside there is a brazier and multitude of torches, Ivan grabs one of them and opens the door into what feels like ice and looks like night... but sounds like morning, people go in their daily doings holding torches because of the near-darkness.
Just when your skin and eyes were adapting back to this situation, you stand before a moderately big building (30 feet front, two stories) with a big double door... composed by what seem to be the carved wings of a great red-scaled creature, and, over the treshold, the majestic head of what -you assume- is a red dragon, with small tendrils of steam coming from its nostrils...
"Are you coming in or aren't you?!" a thundering voice surprises you while looking for a way to open the doors.
You now notice a small panel has opened on the right "wing" and what seems to be an old man is looking at you through it.
Obviously she is now trying to fight off an infection (her skin had dried with the cold, producin tiny cuts) adquired because of her low defenses. She could lose dexterity, in her fingers specially.
She needs plenty of rest... or quite a bit of magic.[/sblock]
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You exit towards the inn... (as always, note any rp you want to make before departing)
Dressed up, you are taken to the exit door by Ivan, in the path there you can appreciate the size of the place, now you are sure, it is bigger than the inn. The whole place seems to conserve the same uniform warmth as the room in which you were housed.
Before the big thick wooden door leading to the outside there is a brazier and multitude of torches, Ivan grabs one of them and opens the door into what feels like ice and looks like night... but sounds like morning, people go in their daily doings holding torches because of the near-darkness.
Just when your skin and eyes were adapting back to this situation, you stand before a moderately big building (30 feet front, two stories) with a big double door... composed by what seem to be the carved wings of a great red-scaled creature, and, over the treshold, the majestic head of what -you assume- is a red dragon, with small tendrils of steam coming from its nostrils...
"Are you coming in or aren't you?!" a thundering voice surprises you while looking for a way to open the doors.
You now notice a small panel has opened on the right "wing" and what seems to be an old man is looking at you through it.
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