Viridian Plague: Act II--The Lady of Prophecy & Act III--A Shred of Hope

[Rystil Arden]

[SBLOCK=Trayah]"Indeed, go swiftly, young one."

(OOC: I have Whinoah listed at 2 hours left. M'ress has substantially more.)[/SBLOCK]

 

[unleashed]

Trayah, Lacerta Shaman

*Upon waking from his nap, Trayah moves immediately to a cross-legged sitting position, shooing away anyone who approaches, before he closes his eyes again...though this time he is obviously not asleep. After around an hour seated in this position, he opens his eyes and looks around.*

 

[Erekose13]

With Trayah free and the others not around, Obscurity approaches him. "Trayah, I was wondering if I could have a moment, in private?"

 

[unleashed]

Trayah, Lacerta Shaman

*Standing as Rowanne approaches, Trayah’s briefly glances at each of his companions...almost as if he is trying to decide something.*

“Certainly Rowanne...walk with me,” Trayah replies with a nod, before leading her slowly down the knoll and away from the shrine.

 

[Erekose13]

Once the two of them are away from the rest, Obscurity begins to open up to Trayah. "That shaman told you that we who had been infected first, might have some advanced symptoms. Well, I think I might, you know, beyond what we can see on the skin. I... well... I am not Feldori." She looks away, ashamed at having tricked him for so long. "I am Dolathi, thus when the elder spoke of the 'Cat of Many Faces' I knew it was me." she pauses to see how her new companion will take the news.

 

[unleashed]

Trayah, Lacerta Shaman

“I see...well I suppose that it’s better to find out now than later, especially if there are complications,” Trayah replies, looking a little disappointed. “So what are your symptoms Rowanne? Hrmmm, I suppose you’re name is not Rowanne either...is it?”

 

[Erekose13]

"No, I am afraid that is not my name, I am Obscurity. I am an observer. I can normally change shape, it is something we Dolathi can do any time. However, I find myself unable to leave this Feldori form. Ever since that first night when we were attacked, I have been unable to change shape. I feel stronger for being Feldori somehow, if that makes any sense at all." she stops, a little confused at trying to explain it.

 

[unleashed]

Trayah, Lacerta Shaman

“Hrmmm, well Obscurity, I would guess that it is changing you very nature into that of a Feldori...probably not a good thing for you, but it sounds a far better choice than where these symptoms usually seem to lead,” Trayah suggests, a thoughtful look on his face. “Now I will be honest with you Obscurity, about these secondary symptoms. Currently I don’t know what I can do for you, myself, or anyone else who has started to show these symptoms...though I will not give up trying to discover a cure, until I draw my last breath. Right now though, I must tend to those I can help before they sicken too.” As he turns to head back for the shrine, Trayah remarks, “I will not reveal your secret Obscurity, tell the others or not as you wish...that is your choice and your choice alone.”

*Trayah collects Whinoah and M'ress as he heads back to the shrine, to perform the restoration ritual on them.*

 

[Rystil Arden]

*Jamreh provides Trayah with the remaining shards of the shattered sacred diamond, twenty-seven in number. This allows Trayah to press a single shard against each of Whinoah and M'ress's heads and chant a prayer of restoration, begging Arylyra to reach out from her dream and restore them to their former health. As the diamond shard glows and evaporates into pure shining light, Trayah can see with his eye that occasionally glimpses into the spirit world that a dark miasma is expelled from the two of them and then disperses.*

 

[unleashed]

Trayah, Lacerta Shaman

“Okay, you two shouldn’t sicken now, as the darkness has been expelled, but I don’t know if anyone else can benefit from this prayer. I know Slagg has been wounded as long as Rowanne and I, but I don’t know if he’s suffering from any secondary effects, and I can’t get anything out of Pleione. So could you please inquire for me M’ress, Whinoah, and I will heal the remaining wounds in a little while?” Trayah asks, as he sits cross-legged in front of the altar, his tail settling listlessly on the floor.