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<blockquote data-quote="Brimshack" data-source="post: 4231177" data-attributes="member: 34694"><p>Those curtains are ugly. </p><p></p><p>August drew aside the curtains to the window in the common area, and I just could not help thinking that they were the ugliest curtains I had noticed in a long time.</p><p></p><p>I chuckled to myself as I thought this. It was wonderful to think of such things again. The truth was I hadn’t noticed the colour of a drapery in ages. I smiled and drank my tea, just enjoying a morning of almost normal.</p><p></p><p>At the dining table, Patty, Michael, Carla, and “Bob” were discussing our plans. Should we attack the Harbour Master? Kill him perhaps? What about a raid on Gable One Eye? Could that succeed? Or perhaps, we could go talk to him. We knew what bar to approach and what to say to his henchmen. Getting an audience with the old gang leader would not be difficult, but leaving that audience alive could well be a challenge.</p><p></p><p>August unlatched the window and let the sun in. It was not the sun of home, but it was enough to warm the soul this morning.</p><p></p><p>And those ugly drapes were about the most beautiful thing that I had seen in ages. August too smiled as he looked out into a relatively bright day. And then hiss head jerked backwards with a violent motion. Blood splattered on the drapes. Some hit the ceiling, and a little even made it to the table where patty was buttering her bread. Instinctively, my hand covered my face and my chin tucked into my chest. I felt a sort of mist striking the back of my fingers, a few drops making it through to touch my face. Something solid struck my forehead, then fell to the floor.</p><p></p><p>It was part of a tooth.</p><p></p><p>As I pulled my hand down, I saw August’s knees first. They were buckling as he fell before the window. Lying face up, August tried to cough. Or rather, his lungs heaved convulsively, trying to expel air around the bolt lodged in his mouth. August’s entire body tensed up and his back arched up off the floor, the point of the missile digging into the wooden surface just below his neck. August began to convulse. More blood sputtered from his mouth as August’s lungs forced air out once again. The blood flew up into the air and fell onto his face and to the floor about him. I half expected August to draw another breath soon after, wondering if he could do so with the missile lodged in his mouth. but no such event would be forthcoming. His body already slain, August’s spirit would leave him in just another moment.</p><p></p><p>Moving before anyone else, Carla slid to the far side of the window and began searching the rooftops, then the street corners. Others moved to the door, seeming uncertain as to whether to charge through or simply prepare to strike an intruder. Patty looked to Carla, as if to ask whether or not she had seen the crossbowman. Carla simply continued searching.</p><p></p><p>Being furthest away from the body, Bob threw his toast to the floor and charged towards the August. He reached August before me and ducked below the window. We had but another moment to make his body right before the spirit left August forever. Bob poised to help me as I strode quickly to a spot next to August and knelt down between the two of them. This was a difficult spell, one that I had never cast before. There was no time to build extra power, and I needed to be as close as possible to August. Even with Bob’s help, I was unsure that I could make this work. </p><p></p><p>Taking but a moment to utter a simple incantation, I touched August upon the forehead, delivering the power of the healing spell to his body.</p><p></p><p>My eyes were closed. I could not bare to see this fail. I held them shut with all my strength, working at it as though someone had been prying them open from the outside. Truly, I could not bare to see August this way. Still less to see that I had failed him. And I wondered if I might somehow escape the need to open them soon. Could I turn to the side and walk the other way? Would my friends escort me away so that I would not have to see? </p><p></p><p>Hearing a sword drawn beside me, I remembered our circumstance and the danger which was obviously still about us. Resolving to open my eyes once again, I hesitated just another moment.</p><p></p><p>And I heard coughing before me, not just once, but several times, and then one great hack. I felt drops of some fluid strike my face again, and then I heard a deep breath on the ground just before me.</p><p></p><p>When I opened my eyes, I could see August spitting blood all over the place as he leaned foreword. The crossbow bolt rolled off of his chest and clattered upon the floor. Bob smiled at me. We had succeeded in pulling off a small miracle, and our friend would live.</p><p></p><p>Carla was still scanning the outside. Seamus now stood before of the doorway. Not yet wearing his armor, he braced himself for combat without it. </p><p></p><p>August could barely move. He still struggled for air and failed all attempts at speech. Though his skull and spine appeared intact once again, the fact that I could look upon them directly bode rather poorly for the skin and muscles that should have been there. Blood still dripping on the floor behind him, August attempted to find his bow and return to his feet.</p><p></p><p>I began another Healing spell, this time a conventional healing, one that would not require Bob’s aid. Still, he helped me anyway. I took the time to build extra power this time, dimly aware of the preparations my friends made about me. Carla still hadn’t found the source of the missile, and others joined her in the search. No-one opened the door yet. There was nowhere to go.</p><p></p><p>...and I wondered if it would soon take another miracle to keep all my friends alive.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Brimshack, post: 4231177, member: 34694"] Those curtains are ugly. August drew aside the curtains to the window in the common area, and I just could not help thinking that they were the ugliest curtains I had noticed in a long time. I chuckled to myself as I thought this. It was wonderful to think of such things again. The truth was I hadn’t noticed the colour of a drapery in ages. I smiled and drank my tea, just enjoying a morning of almost normal. At the dining table, Patty, Michael, Carla, and “Bob” were discussing our plans. Should we attack the Harbour Master? Kill him perhaps? What about a raid on Gable One Eye? Could that succeed? Or perhaps, we could go talk to him. We knew what bar to approach and what to say to his henchmen. Getting an audience with the old gang leader would not be difficult, but leaving that audience alive could well be a challenge. August unlatched the window and let the sun in. It was not the sun of home, but it was enough to warm the soul this morning. And those ugly drapes were about the most beautiful thing that I had seen in ages. August too smiled as he looked out into a relatively bright day. And then hiss head jerked backwards with a violent motion. Blood splattered on the drapes. Some hit the ceiling, and a little even made it to the table where patty was buttering her bread. Instinctively, my hand covered my face and my chin tucked into my chest. I felt a sort of mist striking the back of my fingers, a few drops making it through to touch my face. Something solid struck my forehead, then fell to the floor. It was part of a tooth. As I pulled my hand down, I saw August’s knees first. They were buckling as he fell before the window. Lying face up, August tried to cough. Or rather, his lungs heaved convulsively, trying to expel air around the bolt lodged in his mouth. August’s entire body tensed up and his back arched up off the floor, the point of the missile digging into the wooden surface just below his neck. August began to convulse. More blood sputtered from his mouth as August’s lungs forced air out once again. The blood flew up into the air and fell onto his face and to the floor about him. I half expected August to draw another breath soon after, wondering if he could do so with the missile lodged in his mouth. but no such event would be forthcoming. His body already slain, August’s spirit would leave him in just another moment. Moving before anyone else, Carla slid to the far side of the window and began searching the rooftops, then the street corners. Others moved to the door, seeming uncertain as to whether to charge through or simply prepare to strike an intruder. Patty looked to Carla, as if to ask whether or not she had seen the crossbowman. Carla simply continued searching. Being furthest away from the body, Bob threw his toast to the floor and charged towards the August. He reached August before me and ducked below the window. We had but another moment to make his body right before the spirit left August forever. Bob poised to help me as I strode quickly to a spot next to August and knelt down between the two of them. This was a difficult spell, one that I had never cast before. There was no time to build extra power, and I needed to be as close as possible to August. Even with Bob’s help, I was unsure that I could make this work. Taking but a moment to utter a simple incantation, I touched August upon the forehead, delivering the power of the healing spell to his body. My eyes were closed. I could not bare to see this fail. I held them shut with all my strength, working at it as though someone had been prying them open from the outside. Truly, I could not bare to see August this way. Still less to see that I had failed him. And I wondered if I might somehow escape the need to open them soon. Could I turn to the side and walk the other way? Would my friends escort me away so that I would not have to see? Hearing a sword drawn beside me, I remembered our circumstance and the danger which was obviously still about us. Resolving to open my eyes once again, I hesitated just another moment. And I heard coughing before me, not just once, but several times, and then one great hack. I felt drops of some fluid strike my face again, and then I heard a deep breath on the ground just before me. When I opened my eyes, I could see August spitting blood all over the place as he leaned foreword. The crossbow bolt rolled off of his chest and clattered upon the floor. Bob smiled at me. We had succeeded in pulling off a small miracle, and our friend would live. Carla was still scanning the outside. Seamus now stood before of the doorway. Not yet wearing his armor, he braced himself for combat without it. August could barely move. He still struggled for air and failed all attempts at speech. Though his skull and spine appeared intact once again, the fact that I could look upon them directly bode rather poorly for the skin and muscles that should have been there. Blood still dripping on the floor behind him, August attempted to find his bow and return to his feet. I began another Healing spell, this time a conventional healing, one that would not require Bob’s aid. Still, he helped me anyway. I took the time to build extra power this time, dimly aware of the preparations my friends made about me. Carla still hadn’t found the source of the missile, and others joined her in the search. No-one opened the door yet. There was nowhere to go. ...and I wondered if it would soon take another miracle to keep all my friends alive. [/QUOTE]
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