The First Age of Man

Tekai's eyebrows arch at the casual mention if magic. Still, he has nothing to say, so remains silent.

Not being able to contribute much to the conversation he begins preparing for sleep.
 

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Sheng Shemin

"Impressive! See? Why would we shy such wonderful gifts? Lets get some rest so ye can work yer thing on yer wounded friend." Sheng exclaims, surrounding the dying fire with stones to contain it during the night. He then rolls out some pelts over a pile of leaves. "I doubt we can accommodate everyone here, but Sialfi should rest here for sure. Enough room for him and the ladies. I can sleep in the ground, done it before the first autumn anyways."
 


As the fire dies down, Inguar makes sure Sialfi is as comfortable as possible. He then brings in the pelts he has used as a bedroll, placing them near Tekai. Before the boy can get to sleep, he takes a moment to sit near him.

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Inguar keeps his voice low. "I'm sure this seems like a lot, and I don't know how to feel about it myself, but in my years I've seen magics more times than I care to. Healing magic is useful to the tribe, and only when necessary. But some magic, it's terrifying...that power, but it's not always the person who possesses it ye need worry about. Yer free to make yer own decisions, but protecting Niraya and Seerah is for the good of the tribe. Ye may not have my charms lad, but ye can outhunt any other man or woman among us, your opinion does carry weight."
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Don't expend any of your food supplies for the day due to Sheng's meal. Unless Shayuri or Axel have any further actions, we will move forward to morning.
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[Sblock=Inguar]Tekai sighed. "Thank you Inguar. I think I just need some time I think. Maybe it will be clearer tomorrow."[/Sblock]

Ooc: no actions, carryon! :-)
 

Niraya picks a spot fairly near the fire but a little away from folks and rolls out her bedroll. A good meal and a rough day has made her tired.

(OOC - Ready!)
 


As the party wakes up, they can see that the heavy snow has come to an end, though clouds loom outside, it is another cold, sunless day in the valley. Inguar is outside of the cave, feeding the horses.
 

Sheng Shemin

Sheng walked up late, grunting and coughing. He was frozen. He took a long swing of one of his most precious objects. A leather waterskin full of a strong drink. It would give himthe heat he needed in a cold night and the gastritis that has been giving him a bad time lately. The warrior ribs his neck and stands up, stitches and tries to find something to eat.
 

Seerah goes outside and finds a spot away from the group to whisper to Asra in strange mutterings. Even with the seeming acceptance of Sheng and the others, she still preferred to be alone when preparing her magic.

When she is finished, she returns to the cave and places a hand on Sialfi's forehead, muttering strange syllables and rocking back and forth with her eyes closed.

Healing Hex in Sialfi (1d8+1=7)

The magic is stronger today, flowing through her like a spring stream.
 

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