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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Ziona" data-source="post: 602873" data-attributes="member: 484">ReturningFor all the times that Ziona had resurrected her friends, she herself had never actually died, and therefore had never been resurrected.  It wasn’t altogether unsettling, but it was unlike anything she had ever experienced.  The warmth and comfort of the path that lead to her Goddess seemed to get dimmer, and the chill began to set in.  Instead of traveling upward into the glow, she felt compelled to look down, as though she weren’t finished with something that was lurking below her.  Slowly she felt movement along her body, as though the feeling that had gone was now tingling back to life.  Her scalp felt prickly with the growth of the hair she had lost, and then suddenly, with a jolt, she gasped.  The air filled her lungs again and she opened her eyes.  It took a second for her vision to focus, but when it did, she saw the beaming face of a tiny dragon staring down at her.<img src="http://www.zionasrealm.com/rossalsharp.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" />“Rossal,” she whispered.“You’re okay!” he communicated with happiness.Her skin was clammy, and she felt uncomfortable lying nude in the damp air.  “Take this cloak, milady,” said a man she had never met before.“She looks as though she were never hurt,” said a familiar voice.  Ziona turned to face the man who said it, and was shocked by what she saw.  She knew that he was Avangel, but his beautiful wings had scabs in the place of feathers, and his stunning features were now torn and scarred.  She pulled the cloak more tightly around her shoulders now, fighting off her chills as her silvery hair fell down her back and made her shiver. “They did this to you,” she said softly.“It’s okay now, Ziona,” said Dent smiling sadly.  “Returning is odd, isn’t it?”Ziona had resurrected Dent several times now, yet never thought about what it felt like for him, or how much weaker it made him feel.“Not at all what I expected,” she said, her smile matching his.  “Where are we?”“The Deep Wastes,” said Belasco.“Ziona, this is Tark and Belasco,” said Dent. “We formed a group to rescue the lot of yer when we found yer were missing,” said Varr.  “And the others?” she asked.“We haven’t found Lox and Gnettles yet,” said Dent.  “The smaller races are often used as slaves,” said Belasco.  Ziona stood up and looked at the drow.  He was larger and more muscular than most drow she had met, and seemed somewhat smug. “You are from the area?” she asked.“I know the area,” replied Belasco.  “I traveled with Dent and Lox before they met up with your group.”“Ziona, perhaps you would be more comfortable wearing armor…or something?” asked Tark.“I would feel more comfortable if I had my belongings,” she said.  “At least my symbol of Eilistraee.”“I understand,” said Tark.  “But the armor will at least protect you.”Ziona took the chainshirt, which was too large for her, and fit her more like a chaindress.“It’s not my chainmail bikini,” she said with a smile, “but it will do.”“Will you accept First Light, Ziona?” asked Avangel.“I think Dent would be more comfortable wielding the longsword.  I have my Moonblade spell if I should need one, but thank you all the same.”“At least take my bracers,” he insisted.  “You need them more than I.”She looked at the celestial elf and thought about what he must have been put though.  The thought of pain brought back memories of the Kiaransalee followers, and she felt sickened.  The pain…the horrible, gut-wrenching pain…she couldn’t let her mind linger on what they had done to her.“Thank you for everything, Avangel,” she said.  “I am sorry I could not have helped you before they did this to you.”“But we can help him now,” said Tark.  The aasimar began to pray, and as he did, he reached out and laid his hands upon Avangel.  They all watched as the scars that ran across his face and eyes became smoother.  The scabs that dotted his bare wings healed before their eyes, and black feathers began to grow upon them.  His eyes, which had once been as golden as the sun, remained milky white, but were alive and alert once more.“You have restored him,” said Ziona.“As well as I can be, I suppose,” said Avangel darkly.  “We should continue moving along until we find a place suitable for resting,” said Belasco.  “It is not safe to linger here.”As they traveled deeper into the Wastelands, Rossal sat perched on Ziona’s shoulder, and nuzzled his head affectionately into her hair.“I am glad you have returned.”The Adventure Continues…</blockquote>

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