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Is binder allowed?

I'd like to plead for a Binder (tome of magic) character. A lot of major tweaks will be needed in order to make the class and character fit with the background. I'm going to state my suggestions and I'm more than willing to accept major changes and bans on the character.

First of all, my idea revolves around a gestald Binder/Expert male with the spiritmark. The binding abilities, at a very basic stage. They have discovered that there exist exiled spirits: spirits that have been cast away from the world and now they cannot glimpse it or find it, except by a connection through a human (aka the vestiges). the connection is created by drawing a sign and invoking the spirit. Therefore the spirit inhabits the body for a full day, experiencing "life" again. As for payment, it grants some powers to the recipient. Sadly, it also influences the mannerism and appearance of the binder, making him look and act VERY strange, unless he manages to take control over the spirit.

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Because of this trick in the otherwise very simple process of binding, the Ouranos (^_^) clan has been regarded as a clan of spirit gifted....but also crazy people, in the last decades. It seems that they are indeed gifted (or cursed?) by a strong connection to the spirit world, and they are often possessed by spirits. As always in primitive societies, madman are granted a certain degree of respect, and everybody left them in peace. Also, even if sometimes crazy, they were usually nice fellows, helping everyone and trying to make everything run smoothly. They just sometime needed to go away and hide for some hours or days, because of their "things".

There are two incidents with the Ouranos family, and almost anyone above the 30 years remembers them.

First, on a sunny day, 24 years ago Geraki Ouranos, the elder of the family, had a furious discussion with Pantheras, the newly appointed spirit-talker elder. No one knows what they spoke about (or those who know remain silent on that matter), but the ENTIRE Ouranos clan decided to get away from this city. They gathered all their belongings, and left following the river and going north. Almost everyone suspected that soon the river would bring their corpses back, and this proved to be a half - truth. Indeed, soon after that the hunters found the corpses of several Ouranos: two little twins, named Galanos and Aspros, and their mother, Anatolilou. However, the rest of the clan was never seen or heard of again....

except for Elpida, the 17 years old daughter of Geraki, the rebel child of the clan. Her red hair was unique in this dark-haired population, and many whispered that she was touched by the fox spirit. There was no surprise then when everyone discovered that she had had a secret engagement with Akakios, the fox spirit-marked young man, and the only man in the city that could stand next to her beauty without making a poor appearance.

Indeed the engagement was not only secret, but also forbidden, as Geraki had absolutely disapproved not only the claimers of Elpida's hand, but even Elpida herself. She refused to follow his commands, and it was even said that at the whopping 17 years, she still hasn't been introduced to the clan guardian spirits.

Well, Akakios managed to make her disobey the orders of her father: she was the only Ouranos that didn't flee from the city, and soon she became Akakios' woman. She had and raised a healthy child named Elafros. After few years of happy life, the ugly inner face of Akakios began to show, and poor Elpida couldn't bring the shame that she was so easily fooled by such a low man into abandoning her family. She retired in the old and abandoned house of the Ouranos family, and managed to raise her child until he was 9 years old. During a cold winter night, she died because of the excessive fatigue and regret.

Young Elafros was then raised by Pantheras' niece, Iremia. He quickly proved to be not only beautiful as his parents, but also a quick-learner and a sharp mind. His attention covered almost any aspect of life and soon he was pestering all-day long the artisans, hunters and spirit-talkers, in order to know more about everything.

He has 23 years now, and he works at the workshop of 25 years old elder, Anakletos. Actually Elafros doesn't possess great physical strength or stamina: indeed, his work there is limited to few and specific tasks. He actually knows a little bit of everything and you can very often find him in various workshops, helping for something and making some weird experiments. He also knows a great lot about nature, history and other strange an seemingly useless stuff. [sblock]class skills with maxed ranks: Bluff, Diplomacy, Sense motive, Intimidate, Perform(wind instruments), Knowledge(nature), Knowledge(architecture and engineering), Craft(masonry), Craft(metallurgy), Knowledge(carpentry), Craft (shipbuilding). otal: 11 (6 base-expert, +2 houserule, +2 intelligence, +1 human) [/sblock]

He displays an evident distaste for his father and his brother-in-law, the 18 years old Kalloni (as beautiful and as arrogant as his father). They gladly answer to the distaste with distaste, feeling threatened by this young who seems to have the ear of many people in town.

Few years ago, Elafros discovered a secret room in his grandfather house, and there he found the secrets of binding. Since then, he has been experimenting with them, and an year ago he let slip that he has the Ouranos gift to the population. Thanks to the fact that many people like him, no one seems to be particularly concerned, except for his few enemies. Of course, thing may change if he started to use the vestigial power more often.

Also, Elafros not only has the Ouranos gift: he even has the spirit mark of the sky. He rarely speaks about it, though. It is visible in his eyes: they often change color according to his state of mind, ranging from light blue to cloudy white or dark, almost black, blue, like the sky during a thunderstorm

Appearance and personality: Elafros Ouranos is a tall man with long and red hair. He has brown eyes and a handsome smile on his face. He is willing to speak with everyone, adding his thoughts on any conversation and topic. He is hiding the truth about he vestigial power, but he suspects that Pantheras knows something about it. He has a somewhat cold heart, in the sense that according to him the community is more important than the single individuals. Also, he things that his people has stayed for too long imprisoned in their little piece of land: it is the time now for them to move on and explore and settle new places, search for new opportunities and make progress in each and every field. [/sblock]

Personal notes: many of the vestiges are not fit to the setting. My suggestions is to swap them for nature-related custom vestiges, made by the Wizard boards community. For example, I found theese two:
http://forums.gleemax.com/showpost.php?p=8952260&postcount=92
http://forums.gleemax.com/showpost.php?p=9169596&postcount=160

a wolf related and a flower related first level vestige, who could substitute Amon and Aym.

The search, or invention of new vestiges shall be interesting part of the character development. As according to your houserules all spell are capped at 4th level, the same shall apply for vestiges, too.

Also, keep in mind that thanks to the vestiges, a binder can do almost anything and has a great flexibility. That me result not so good for the DM, in certain situation.
I will post the entire sheet once I get the "go" from the DM.
[sblock=abilities]Charisma 16, Intelligence 14, everything else 10[/sblock]
Thanks for reading all of this :)


In the background, each of the names has a meaning in Greek :)
(By the way, Artemisia shall be mine :D )
 
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I'm not sure what you mean by being open about it. He didn't tell anyone that he was helping him when he went to the forest to collect herbs. Neither did Eleinya. All he did openly was plead his case and then try to save him on the day he was supposed to be forgiven. Of course I haven't really resolved how they explained themselves being so messed up. Enko didn't get blood all over him since his only major wound was a bone fracture, maybe Eleinya admitted that she had helped him though.

Also, Egad! New version of DF!? I must get home! Also, I must finish the story and post it! But after that I must play DF!
 
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Dire Lemming said:
Also, James, you should keep in mind that this is not the real world but a fictional one with magic and whatnot, be careful not to concentrate too hard on stuff like "what time period it is." The history of this world, at least for us, has yet to occur. It's more important to consider what rules this world is governed with that would cause history to move in a certain way.
Understanding history, in any iteration, aids in understanding the ourselves. When I design a character for a game it thrives best when I understand the ground that it walks on and why the people around it are the way they are. Since in this game it's impossible to refer to history or a document that pretends to present one I find it useful to ground my inquiries in people who might, one might imagine, have similar circumstances.

To do that, of course, a person has to be very clear on what the people are. If the people are wholly imagined though? That's one thing to come to from a process, and a different thing to assume from the beginning. I'm fine with "things are different here," I really am - but if I don't know how they're different then I'm not going to be able to roleplay a character as well as I might otherwise. The character would be all personality presented against a blank canvas, rather than a presentation that interacts with a canvas that can reasonably be assumed to have certain expected things upon it.

I'm well aware that other people don't mind a lower level of vitality in their settings, but I'm just one of those people who'd rather see if I can't nail down the small stuff if I can somehow. I can live without it, but if it's acceptable for other people to ask questions about marriage customs then I won't be made to feel bad about asking other questions about the nature of the town and forming baseless opinions to present and compare to the GM's vision for clarification.

Sorry if this comes across as somewhat preachy, but I hope you all realize what it seems like when I ask some questions and come back to the computer with a heap of responses from the other players basically seeming to tell me to blow off and shut up? ;)
 
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I have an issue with your last post. First off, if I was going to tell you to shut up, I would. Ask Zurai lol. All that was said was that there IS NO history here. It is a group of people trying to survive. One person's survival depends on the group and the groups survival depends on it's individual people. You cannot, in any form, relate our history and ancient culture to one where we have yet to create it. There will be similar effects, that is for sure, but if the history follows our own, then why play? I could just read a history book and catch the whole story.

The point is, we get to make it. We get to determine a form of government if we want, we get to establish trade lines, we get to invent our sciences and magic. I can't wait to invent things (if I am chosen). I can't wait to see what others invent or discover. I hope I get to discover something before Rinos gets killed or retires.

I do understand you wanting to know more details, to find something more concrete to hold onto, but I have a feeling this will be a more free flowing world. Zurai cannot tell you this is the bronze age, because we may invent something that wasn't found in that time period. The simple use of magic makes it different from the bronze age.

Now, to be blunt about it. I did not intend my post to tell you to shut up. As I mentioned earlier, I would of flat out told you to shut up or what I thought about your post. I did not appreciate your last post, even if it was not directed to me. Dire Lemming has made several posts, many of which have been rather good questions or for the simple purpose of helping another potential player. Please, do not cause a divide before the game begins, or go ahead and cause one, then Zurai decisions (one side or the other) would become easier.
 

Nightbreeze: First, you guys aren't capped at 4th level spells. It just so happens that the highest level NPC around is 7th or 8th level, which means the highest level spell any character that matters for backstory purposes can cast is 4th level. If you guys hit 9th level or above, you'll be able to cast 5th level spells just fine.

About the binder... I like the concept of the class, and I can see that with some major reflavoring work it could be made to fit in the setting. If you can find or make me enough balanced low level vestiges that fit or can be reflavored to fit a nature/animal theme (enough for you to start play with options for the next handful of levels), I'll give you the tentative OK to develop the character further. I'll caution you, though: I have literally zero experience DMing for or playing Binders, and only very slightly more than that playing with people that use them. This makes me nervous with regards to allowing a bunch of homebrew vestiges.

Dire Lemming: I see now. That'll work, I suppose, although there may be 'consequences' in the community if anyone ever figures out his full involvement.

James Heard: You'll get no complaints from me. History (specifically pre-medieval history) remains one of my favorite subjects. One of my goals for this entire excersize is to have everything make sense from the very origin of history forward. It's hard to do that with a flawed foundation.
 


OK, that's enough of that. There will be no arguments of any sort between players in this thread. Any players I decide are arguing will be immediately and permanently removed from the pool of potential players for this and all future generations.

Period. Do not try me.
 

Understood and agreed with. I don't mean to come off as rude ever. Let's bury the ol' hatchet here and think about this game. I don't want it to be cheapened at all by arguing or petty squabbles. So I apologize for coming off as rude.
 

Well here is what I have so far. I may write up the ending of the story all pretty and stuff but I'm feeling lazy right now, and I've alreay spoiled it for you anyway.

[sblock]Enko of the Blackfrond
Race: Human
Class: Spirit Shaman 1
Gender: Male
Alignment: NG (If it matters.)

Str: 10
Dex: 10
Con: 14 +2
Int: 12 +1
Wis: 14 +2
Cha: 16 +3



He was born with the mark of the Blackfrond fern. His home is in the town but he often travels to the outlying farms and hamlets to check on people. He seems somewhat timid but this is more an aversion to conflict than a fear of pain or punishment. His living family consists of his Mother, Father, four years younger Sister, his Mother's Sister and his Father's Mother. His Aunt is a farmer, his Mother is a spirit talker and his Father and Grandmother are hunters. His mother is a healer as well and he idolizes her somewhat. When he was 3 years old he somehow managed to wander into the forest and no one is quite sure how he survived, but they found him sleeping at its edge thirteen days later. His survival was attributed to the little people in the forest. This in fact was true, though no one knew it for sure. For a while this caused his parents to become extremely overprotective of him and only in recent years was he again allowed to venture out of the town. He has yet to build his own house and start his own family.

Enko is a very compassionate young man. A little too compassionate, some might say. Three years ago another young man named Ceryan was sentenced to exile for angering the spirits of the hunt, the boy, for indeed, he was no older than Enko had been at that time was an orphan who’s parents had both died in a hunt. Enko felt great sadness, as Ceryan cried his protests, that the spirits had abandoned his mother and father, so why should he not do the same to them. Still the decision had been made, since he would not repent and make amends, he must be banished. In the end, the boy went quietly, though there were tears in his eyes. He ran into the forest as Enko watched him, feeling almost as bad.

Enko decided to follow the boy, though he knew that he should not help an exile, and that his parents did not want him to enter the forest, he could not help himself. As he passed the first tree he found to his surprise that the place was not anywhere near as dark and foreboding as his parents had made it out to be when he was a child. Perhaps that had merely been an exaggeration of their part in order to scare him away. All of this was because of what had happened when he was three. He sighed and started looking carefully around for signs of the other boy. He did not to be so thorough. “What are you doing here?” called an angry voice to his left. He turned to see the red eyes boy from before sitting hunched against the trunk of a nearby tree. “I…” Enko started to reply, but trailed off as no words came to him. “I know you… Blackfrond boy. You’re a spirit talker, your family has lots of furs and your mom is Niada of the Guiding Star. What are you doing here?” “I’m… Enko.” Enko stuttered “And I’m trash! They’ve thrown me to the wolves!” The boy shouted in return, his voice breaking. “I don’t… no. Why would you not respect the spirits? You knew what would happen.” The boy glared at him “Spirits!? What spirits!? The spirits my mother and father honored every day without fail until the day they were killed!? The spirits let them die!” “No!” Enko shouted. “They did not abandon them!” “Then why are they dead!?” “They-….” Enko once again trailed off. The boy put his head down on his knees and started weeping quietly. It was clear that he did not even intend to try to survive. He had given up on everything. “The spirits… they cannot always protect everyone. And that beast was a monster. Perhaps that beast’s spirit was stronger than the one protecting your parents… I… That monster is to blame for their deaths, but they have been avenged… You should be at peace.” The young man looked up, his eyes still wet. “M- My name is Ceryan …” Enko nodded, “Wait here, I’m going to get you some food and a branch you can make into a spear.” “I can-“ Ceryan shouted, but Enko had already left. He returned quickly, hauling a sturdy tree branch with a freshly sharpened end and holding his shirt so that it formed a basket full of berries and mushrooms. “These are the safe kind. You can tell because of the black rings on the trunk and the slits on the top. Don’t eat any other fungus. The only berries you have to watch out for are the bright red ones that shine in the darkness, and the green ones. The green ones aren’t ripe yet. Therefore the moon spirit shall protect you by showing you the bad berries. The pine spirit shall protect you from wolves, and the spirits of these berries and fungus shall protect you from starvation.” Ceryan stared up at him. “Why are you…” now it was his turn to trail off. “No one should die like this… but for the safety of everyone, those that do not respect the spirits, and incur their wrath, must be exiled.” Ceryan did not reply, he simply sat there with a thoughtful expression on his face. “Don’t go too far into the woods, make a fire. I’ll try to come back tomorrow if I can.” Enko said, turning to leave. He knew that Ceryan already would have done those things. Everyone else seemed afraid of the forest. He didn’t know why, the only really dangerous things in here were wolves, and they usually avoided humans.

He carefully returned to town, and somehow made it back without being spotted, or so he thought. As he came around a building he nearly slammed into a girl who it seemed had been waiting for him, for she immediately reached out and grabbed him, saying in a quiet but urgent voice. “You, you’re Enko Blackfrond! You followed him didn’t you?” “I…” Enko said, a feeling of familiarity coming over him. “I saw you! Did you find him? Is he alright?” She continued without even giving him a chance to answer. “Eh… yeah, he’s fine… just, unwell in spirit. He blamed the spirits for his parent’s deaths, so he abandoned them… but I think he might understand now. Um, who are you?” “I am… Eleinya…” The girl said, now that he wasn’t worried that she was going to pound on him or expose what he’d done he got a chance to look at her. She was dressed in mostly leather clothes, so perhaps she was a hunter. Like Ceryan’s parents… She had long brown hair that was tied back out of her eyes in a horse tail fashion, and she had a pretty, freckled face with dark brown eyes that bore same red marks around them that meant she had been crying recently. Eleinya continued speaking. “You… said he understood… does that mean he can come back?” She asked him hopefully. “I don’t know… It’s up to the elders… but… I’ll try to convince them. Maybe because I am an apprentice spirit talker they will listen, but… well I’m only an apprentice.” As her face started to fall he quickly repeated, “But I’ll try!”

The next day he snuck out again to check on Ceryan, as he approached the point where he had left him the day before he found him kneeling over a dead wolf looking very distraught. “Ceryan, is something the matter?” the other boy quickly looked up at the sound of his voice, fear evident in his eyes and voice. “I- this wolf came at me from out of nowhere, I barely had time to reach my spear. It did not fear my fire, and look at it; it is far too healthy to need to hunt one of us.” Enko looked down at the wolf and saw that it had indeed been a healthy creature. Aside from the fatal wound in it’s side, it had no apparent injuries, and it looked like it had not lacked sustenance. “This must be a trial by the spirits. B slaying this wolf you may have earned some repentance.” Ceryan shook his head. “Or perhaps it was merely their first attempt to punish me for my betrayal…” Enko shook his head vigorously. “No! You have shown your remorse, even as you spoke just now. You must not lose hope, if not for your own sake, then for the sake of one who loves you. Don’t let Eleinya mourn your death.” Ceryan looked up at him in surprise. “Eleinya!? You have spoken to her? How is she?” Enko smiled at Ceryan’s reaction, so there was indeed someone living who he truly cared about. “She is fine, except that she worries for you. I believe that she hopes to see you again. Don’t you feel the same?” Ceryan seemed taken aback by the question and quickly answered. “Of course I do! But how am I supposed to do that? I am an Exile. My fate is to die out here.” “Don’t say that. This wolf was a trial, please trust me. You must work hard to gain forgiveness and survive, and I will get the council to pardon you.” He left Ceryan to think over his word as he returned to town, carrying several bunches of herbs that he had collected, the supposed reason he had gone to the forest for any who didn’t know better.

On his return he again met Eleinya, and he related to her what he had seen of Ceryan and what they had spoken of. Seeing the hope and joy in her eyes strengthened his resolve and he told her that he would speak with the council that very day. Together they went to plead Ceryan’s case, pleading his case to the council members from Eleinya’s perspective and saying the he was surely repentant now. Enko told them that he had seen Ceryan performing a hunting ritual over a dead wolf while he was collecting herbs in the forest, which while not the entire truth, was in fact entirely true. In the end it was decided by the council that under one condition would Ceryan be allowed to return. “It is most interesting that you have chosen to champion this boy’s cause. He is not much older than you, and he has taken to camping in the forest that once spared you as a child. Because of this, it has been decided that he may return to us as well if he can survive within the forest for thirteen days, starting from the day he was exiled.” Neither Enko nor Eleinya were exactly ecstatic about this decision. Enko himself had trouble believing the story of his supposed abduction of return by the spirits of the forest. He had never encountered one since, after all. He told Eleinya that he would return to the forest tomorrow to tell Ceryan of the council’s decision, but she told him that she would go instead. Enko agreed, it would do Ceryan good to see her, and his parents did not like him going into the forest.

The days passed, and every day either Enko or Eleinya went into the forest to visit Ceryan. They learned that he had slain several more creatures that had attacked him without provocation, though now they approached him openly, calling out to him their aggression, as if they were challenging him. Enko read this as a sure sign that he was being tested, and encouraged him to continue fighting, paying respects to the spirits, and using the meat from the creatures that attacked him for sustenance. By the twelfth day Ceryan would have been nearly unrecognizable. He had grown a surprising amount of facial hair, and the hair on his head was very long. He wore the skins of the animals that had been part of his trial as a sign of respect, and as protection from the claws of those that were to come, wearing the head of the wolf upon his own. He had also gained many wounds, but thanks to Enko’s birthmark, which Enko had taught him how to use, they had quickly become little more than scars. He wore each as a reminder of his folly, and what repentance was worth to him. Enko came to him that day, reminding him that in only one day he could return. They both felt joyous on this occasion and even more so when Eleinya came and joined them. In fact, they lost track of just how long they had been there, they only noticed when the forest began to visibly darken. Ceryan looked around suddenly, looking worried. “You must both leave now!” he said urgently. “The trial beast will come at any time now. I do not know what will happen if you are here when it arrives. You must hurry.” The two of them were reluctant to leave him alone to whatever danger he would face, but he was insistent, and the urgency in his voice eventually convinced them. They turned to leave after bidding him farewell until the morning, and had only walked few paces when they hurt a sound that shook them both to the bone. The sound was akin to that of an angry bear, at least this is what Eleinya knew, but no bear could be this loud. They spun around and the land thing Enko heard was Eleinya’s yell of shock as something collided with him and everything went black.

He awoke to the sound of chirping birds in the dim morning light. For a moment he kept his eyes shut, feeling perfectly at peace. Then he felt the pain, it was in his left arm, mostly, he tried to move his arm, and the pain became considerably worse. His eyes shot open as the pain brought back memory, and with memory came fear. He looked around him and he saw to his right a massive creature, just, lying there. He had to find Ceryan and Eleinya, and make sure they were alright. He tried to get up, but the pain shot through his arm again and he looked over at it. It did not look damaged aside from some small scrapes he could see as his sleeve had been pushed up, presumably when he was thrown, but he realized that along with the pain, there was a strange feeling in his shoulder. He tilted his head to look at it and became somewhat queasy, it was clear that the shoulder was broken, or at least dislocated. Quickly he reached over with his right hand and concentrated hard. This was one of the most powerful forms of healing he had been taught, the ability to heal wounds with nothing more than the power of the spirits. In a matter of seconds, his arm was as good as new. It fact the pain he had felt all over his body was also gone. He felt as if he had just woken from a night’s sleep… which he actually had. He stood up and looked around, remembering the others. His eyes quickly locked onto Eleinya’s prostrate form. She was lying face down on the ground; her hair had come loose and was splayed in every direction. Enko rushed to her side, to check her for wounds, and a few became immediately apparent. There were several puncture wounds on her back that appeared to be from sharp teeth, and part of her skirt had been torn away, revealing a long gash down her leg that looked like it was made by a large claw. He dropped down next to her and franticly checked for signs of life. “Thank the spirits…” he muttered as he felt shallow breathes coming from her slightly open mouth, he was too relieved to consider which one in particular he should be thanking. Judging from the wounds on her back, she had been grabbed in the mouth of that massive beast. Enko carefully turned her onto her back, and found tooth marks there as well. Wounds like this were very dangerous. If they were deep enough they would not heal normally. He once again channeled the pure healing energy of the spirits, this time into Eleinya’s body, and the wounds on her chest and back quickly healed. She gasped and regained consciousness, immediately wincing in pain. She looked around, saw him, and immediately yelled. “Ceryan!?” He looked around him. “He must be around here. We need to look. Just let me heal your leg.” Enko channeled the healing energy once more, and the wound on Eleinya’s leg shrunk to a scratch. Enko suddenly felt strange, as if he had lost something. It was not a horribly unpleasant feeling, but it was strange. Also, it was strange that the wound had not fully healed. He stood up looked around again. “Um, come on. We need to find Ceryan.” Eleinya nodded, and he gave her a hand up. They walked towards the beast very carefully, and when she reached it they split to walk around either side of it. Enko soon realized that it was a bear. At least it would be a bear if not for its immense size and the strange boney protrusions sticking out of its fur at points. He made his way around to the other side and saw a sight that made his stomach jump nearly into his throat. “Cer…” without even thinking to finish he rushed forward and fell onto his knees beside Ceryan. His right eye was nowhere to be seen, there was nothing left but an empty socket, and the res of him was not much better off. He had terrible wounds all over his body and both his legs looked broken. “Ceryan…” Enko muttered, finding to his relief that he was breathing, though his breaths were ragged and weak. He once again channeled the healing energy of the spirits through his body into another person… but nothing came. He stared at his hands in disbelief, now when he needed it most, the power had somehow left him. He sat there speechless. Eleinya came around the other side of the beast and spotted them. She cried out Ceryan’s name and rushed to his side. Ceryan began to stir. “Heal him!” Eleinya yelled urgently at Enko, as he continued staring blankly at his hands. “I- I can’t. It’s not working.” “What do you mean!? Well then we have to take him back to town and get another healer!” “N-no, his wounds are too grave, we cannot move him or he’ll surely die.” “Well then, hurry! Go!” Enko started to rise, but then Ceryan let out a groan, and muttered. “Eleinya?” “Ceryan! Yes it’s me!” She replies, staring down at his face. “I can’t… really… See you… Is Enko alright?” “Yes, he’s fine. You saved us both.” “Is… he here” “Yes, he’s just about to go get help.” “Wait… I… need to… tell him…” Enko leaned in close to Ceryan and muttered. “I’m here.” “G- good… Listen… I- *cough* need to thank… you… You’re the reason… I lived this… long out here.” “Do not start saying good buy, you shouldn’t try to speak! Just conserve your strength, I’ll get back soon, and you’ll be fine! You’ll see!” “Enko…” Ceryan muttered, but Enko was already running back to town.[/sblock]
 


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