Heroes, Inc. : Rasheman

[Steve Gorak]

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I'll think about the cohort thing. Of course, its still possible for Kayla to stay an NPC and still be Murdoch's wife.
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OCC: ok, thanks.

IC: The second Murdoch lands on the ship, he heads to the infirmary. He'll seek out Devan, and grabs his shoulder "Devan, Oberon brought this gift to help with Kayla's pain." He'll remain at Kayla's side untill the ordeal is over.

 

[frostrune]

OCC: ok, thanks.

IC: The second Murdoch lands on the ship, he heads to the infirmary. He'll seek out Devan, and grabs his shoulder "Devan, Oberon brought this gift to help with Kayla's pain." He'll remain at Kayla's side untill the ordeal is over.

The hardened cleric was telepathically privy to the prisoner debacle and responds to Murdock's touch with a cold hard stare.

He does however take the offered vial and return to Kayla's side, Murdock in tow. She looks terribly pale from loss of blood and her skin is clamy and beaded with sweat. Bloody tools near the bedside speak of her previous suffering. Several protrusions still jut from under the sheet at odd angles and speak of more suffering to come.

Devan holds the vial up the light to examine it for a few seconds before placing a few drops on her fevered tongue. Kayla immediately relaxes. Her shallow painful breaths become more rhythmic (sp?) and her spasming muscles go slack.

Devan seems impressed and relieved. He still bears an angry scowl but you can tell his minstrations have taken an emotional toll on him as well. He sets the vial on a nearby stand and stares at Murdock again. "She has had more than enough for this day. Let her rest."

With that he turns and sets off to check on a seemingly endless number of casualties.

 

[kirinke]

Alethia stood nearby, watching Devan administer the potion to Kayla. She smiled at the older priest wearily and moved over to the unconscious witch and the rather worried warlock. The day had taken a toll on her and it is surprising that she is still on her feet, given that less than half a day ago, she almost died

"It isn't yet finished Murdoch, but she will make it." the look she gave him was one of mixed exhaustion, sadness and regret. She fished out a cloth wetted with cool water from a nearby bowl and wrung it out before placing it on Kayla's brow.

"She has been doing everything she can to help Kayla and the rest of the wounded Murdoch," Naverone whispered softly.

"You can stay with her, just be quiet and don't disturb her." She admonishes, touching his shoulder in sympathy.

She knows why he did what he did, but she doesn't approve of it. Nor.... Likely ever will.
We will speak of what happened on the battlefield when our emotions are not as high. Now is not the time, Alethia told him telepathically, with Naverone as the only one privy to the conversation.

She goes to help Devan with the rest of the wounded until she can't stay on her feet any longer or until the older priest can bully... err persuade her into a spare cot for some much needed rest.

 

[DM_Matt]

Timrin laughs gently. "It's just a joke. We all know you can handle it and your knowledge is irreplacable. Just that... you've got to think to your defense a bit more."

"Isn't that your job?" she says, laughing a little. Timrin is not sure if she's actually joking or not.

"And...,"

as his tone turns more serious, "no more nonsense with this kalara root, or whatever the heck it is called. Your greatest value is not in raw blasting power. You know that. You were not promoted to Lt. Commander for making bad decisions," he finishes with a smile.

"Rest now, Maggie. Tomorrow promises to be a long and difficult day," he says wearily; the dread of the confrontation ahead rising to the surface.

"I'm glad you're feeling better. I'll see you in the morning."

Unless she protests further he will take his leave and head for a bath and bed.

"Sorry. I just...wanted to be useful..."

 

[DM_Matt]

It is now morning.

 

[frostrune]

When Timrin awakes he finds the sun is much higher in the sky than he would have liked. Dressing quickly he seeks out Devan and finds him already hard at work in the infirmary. Alethia is there as well and seems to be trying to engage the man in some deep philosophical discussion. 'Something is different about her', Timrin thinks to himself but the thought passes quickly as he spies Murdock sitting quietly with Kayla.

A twist of emotions knot his stomach but the tenderness the warlock shows to Kayla reminds him of his most important task. He nods at Devan and Alethia as he quickly passes on his way to Maggie's bedside. He finds her sleeping peacefully and decides not to disturb her. He simply watches her for a bit deep in thought. As his mind wanders through the events of yesterday he finds himself asking Helm for guidance and wisdom to handle what may be his most trying bit of leadership.

The exercise calms him but brings no easy answers. He wasn't expecting any. Helm seldom speaks, even to his most senior clergy. He is the silent sentinel.

The sound of Devan and Alethia approaching breaks him from his reverie. He decides to move before their talk disturbs Maggie. He best go see what they are up to.

"Good morning friends," he says trying to sound cheerful.

"What are the two... err three of you buzzing about already?" he asks.

"Tim," Devan says, "Lady Alethia has asked if you can scour her soul for any remaining trace of evil. Seems she and Naverone have been feeling very different since their collapse in the fey nexus. Something seems different to me but I can't quite put my finger on it. It makes no sense but I'd swear she seemed 'older'. There's a grace about her I was too busy to notice yesterday. Yeah... makes no sense I know."

"I told her I didn't focus many spells on divinations today on account of all the injured. Can you satisfy her curiousity so I can back to work?" The older man sounds as if he is annoyed but a wink at Timrin lets him know he is just playing it out.

"Hmmm.... certainly", Timrin answers. He taps into his granted ability to search out evil, thankful he still retains his powers. Half minute of intense scrutiny passes before a strange look crosses his features. 'Perhaps Helm HAS withdrawn his grace from me?' he wonders. Suddenly afraid he darts to bedside of the nearest wounded soldier. Again he calls upon the grace of Helm to heal this poor lad and his features are a mixture of curiosity and relief when he feels the warm flow of healing energy.

He looks back at Alethia and Devan oblivious to their amused looks. "I'm not sure what I should say?" Timrin stammers. "I suppose congratulations are in order. It would seem Naverone has been fully redeemed. I detect no remaining taint of evil whatsoever. This is certainly a historical moment. I have no knowledge of anyone EVER successfully cleansing a demon."

Devan only shrugs. He too has never heard of such a thing. "Congratulations indeed!", he says.

 

[kirinke]

For the first time in his life, Naverone is truely stunned. He has literally never heard of any demon being truly redeemed, much less a balor of his rank before his ahh incarceration in the diamond. He himself had scoured his own spirit and Alethia's soul and found no traces of evil, none. Timrin's confirmation merely added to that.... sense of... He couldn't quite put a name to it. Disbelief? Confusion certainly. He had never been more confused in his life, which was saying something. Well he didn't know right? He thought he heard a faint ripple of amusement, as if coming from someplace far away.

"No one, at least... Not to my memory has ever successfully clensed a demon much less redeemed a balor like I was before...." Naverone trailed off, rather bemused. "I suspect my former enemies are doing a victory dance right about now." He laughed at the image and sobered."Right before we fell unconscious I heard a voice. A male voice, not the voice of Selune or her Avatars. He said that I would be given a choice when my task was done. When all of the Twice damned were defeated." he paused, trying to remember the voice, how it sounded, but could not quite reproduce it. "What that choice is, I don't know. But since I'm still here, I will do what I can to aid, as I have always done."

Alethia grinned, suddenly almost giddy with a mix of joy and happiness. Part of that joy was hers and part of it was Naverone's. Impulsively, she hugged them both. "Well at least we won't have to worry about crazy demon hunting Rashemi trying to kill me anymore huh?" she teased, remembering their first encounter with Kayla amd Naverone's subsequent revealing.

 

[Steve Gorak]

Murdoch spent the night next to Kayla, soothing her telepathically when nightmares and pain tormented her. He seems somewhat oblivious to anything but Kayla.

 

[Hawkeye]

DMMatt, you have eamil.

Hawkeye

 

[Falkus]

Dyria spent a sleepless night in bed, reflecting on the events of the previous few days. She'd come so far, seen things she'd never dream of, come so close to death so many times. Had doubts about the right course of action for the first time in as long a she could remember.

She joined the others, later in the morning, wondering what the excitement was all about.

OOC: I'll update my character sheet as soon as I get the chance.