08-08-2015, 07:04 PM
They reached the gate, and time slowed for a second. The Lady Stormborn clutched her stomach, began breathing heavily, and then fell over plunging to the ground. Black Mage leaned forward attempting to grab her before she hit the ground. He managed to get his fingers and the upper portion of his palm on her back before she fell completely, but wasn't fast or strong enough to maintain a good hold and the silk of her dress literally slipped out of his fingertips as she hit the ground with a thud. The Warrior of Light cursed his magish physique as he looked over her. Her chest rose rose and fell slightly and frequently, still breathing but in an exasperating fashion. Perhaps it was the quiet nature of the moment in comparison to those with Oneir, but Black Mage just now realized how striking the woman was, having a sort of grace to her even in unconsciousness. It was a sort of small luck that she had fallen here rather than past the gate, as her white dress was unsullied by the featureless "Nexus" they inhabited. The Black Mage waited for a moment as the woman regained consciousness. She was a noble sure, but she had a certain toughness to her, as if she were the "Marching with her army" type noble rather than the "stay at home queen" variety.
But for whatever reason she didn't wake up.
This was bad. White Mage would have been able to cure her ailments, Thief would likely have a rare medicine in his pocket that he'd procured from someone who didn't need it. Black Mage had neither the mending nor swift hands of either. What would Fighter have done?
Carry her to the Church or the Inn. Duhhhhh
The sound of Fighter's tactless voice rang throughout his head. Of course that's what Fighter would do. Simple problem, simple solution. Move her until you found someone qualified to handle the problem. But I'm not Fighter, I can't just sweep maidens off their feet.
Yes you can. She's not that heavy, I promise. Just squat down, put your arms under her, push up with your legs. You kept pace with us as we ran around entire continents fighting monsters at every turn. Your legs are tough enough to carry one girl. You can do this Black Mage.
Fighter's voice came back, arguing with him. Lips curled slowly. Even in death Fighter was still reassuring him. Black Mage took a deep breath, then clapped his hands together and rubbed them for a moment before squatting down and putting his left arm under her knees, his right underneath her shoulders. He tried to straighten his back but it protested, and then remembered fighter told him to lift with his legs. Pushing them upwards it was obviously an exercise he wasn't used to, but he could still do it. And once he was up there to a full stand it wasn't too strenuous just to hold her as opposed to lifting her. Taking another deep breath as he realized he was actually doing this the Warrior of Light stepped forward through the gate.
The other side greeted him with a hot beating sun and the scratching flow of sand in the wind. This was no place for a noble. He contemplated going back, but he didn't know what was happening with Oneir, the crazed man and his oversized sword, or the demonchild that had found them. Black Mage found little motivation to pit himself against that quartet, especially while having to keep track of an unconscious noble. He looked down at the woman cradled in his arms, then again at the harsh landscape. Letting out a sigh he turned around and took just a few steps. In the Nexus he looked around for a moment before establishing nothing was waiting to ambush him. He then lowered the Lady Stormborn and began to unbutton his blue overcoat. He then laid it over the noble and put his straw hat over her face. She was already exhausted to the point of losing consciousness, there was no point in letting the sun beat on her face or the sand scratch against her skin when he could help it. Content with her new fortifications he squatted once again, put her arms under her, and then pushed to a standing position, going back through the gate to the piercing desert.
It was just as he remembered it from two minutes ago. Hot, sandy, and desolate, save for a few patches if grass here or there. The trek through it would have been difficult normally, but with Daenerys in tow it seemed insurmountable. Who knew, perhaps it was. There was no guarantee that anything in Omni's realm was hospitable. This place could be a deathtrap, as could all of the other doors "out" of the Nexus. Their only sources of information thusfar were Omni and Drake Oneir, neither of whom could be trusted at their word. But the Black Mage continued anyways, choosing to fight the devil he kind of knew as opposed to going back to the Nexus and fighting the one he definitely didn't know.
The heat struck more than just his skin, his sweat, but his very vision, distorting the air around him. It was worst upon his arms and chest, where the body he was carrying laid. More than just a simple load or weight the heat from her body caused him to sweat terribly. He it was being absorbed by his robe that she might not be soaked in his stench when she awoke. And she would wake. This trip would not be in vain, the noble would be safe, and Black Mage would ensure it as any Warrior of Light should. All he needed to do was make it to that town on the Horizon. Just another mile, a couple more hills, another pint of sweat. His steps, having been slowed for a while now, pressed on with new energy as he made out the buildings in the distance, and the faintest of figure moving between them. There were people there. One of them could figure out was wrong with the Lady Stormborn. One of them had to.
"Please. Help her." Black Mage spoke softly as he finally arrived in what wasn't a mirage. The people looked at him skeptically, some of them drawing weapons. Outsiders didn't seem to be appreciated.
"Help her!" He spoke now, his voice struggling to attain a greater volume.
"Why would we use our medicine to help an outsider?" One of them finally spoke.
"Because I need you to." The Black Mage replied, and a woman stepped forward.
"We can help her, but what you ask is not without a price." The woman spoke firmly, without compromise.
"Then let it be done." Black Mage said, accepting the deal of loosest conditions. A heavier set woman took Daenerys and gave him back his outer garments.
"Take him to inn for the night. She'll be healthier in the morning. " She said and he was escorted to the "inn", really a house with a couple spare rooms. As he moved his arms to put on his robes he realized the extent of the damage the sun had put on his arms. Moving was painful, let alone the scratch of the inn's bedding. Between the realization of the new world he lived in, the loss of his companions, Daenerys' possibly injured status and the insufferable sun poisoning sleep eluded the Black Mage entirely.
"Your friend is awake." One of the villagers said after cracking his door just far enough to speak.
"Where is she?" Black Mage asked as he put on his hat and stood to his feet.
"I'll take you to her." The woman said, and scurried off. The Warrior of Light followed suit, keeping his arms at a standstill as he wandered through the town to meet Daenerys. She looked exhausted, as if she were bearing a heavy weight.
"Are you alright?" His voice was soft, groggy, and tired. What a powerful couple of primes they looked like now.
But for whatever reason she didn't wake up.
This was bad. White Mage would have been able to cure her ailments, Thief would likely have a rare medicine in his pocket that he'd procured from someone who didn't need it. Black Mage had neither the mending nor swift hands of either. What would Fighter have done?
Carry her to the Church or the Inn. Duhhhhh
The sound of Fighter's tactless voice rang throughout his head. Of course that's what Fighter would do. Simple problem, simple solution. Move her until you found someone qualified to handle the problem. But I'm not Fighter, I can't just sweep maidens off their feet.
Yes you can. She's not that heavy, I promise. Just squat down, put your arms under her, push up with your legs. You kept pace with us as we ran around entire continents fighting monsters at every turn. Your legs are tough enough to carry one girl. You can do this Black Mage.
Fighter's voice came back, arguing with him. Lips curled slowly. Even in death Fighter was still reassuring him. Black Mage took a deep breath, then clapped his hands together and rubbed them for a moment before squatting down and putting his left arm under her knees, his right underneath her shoulders. He tried to straighten his back but it protested, and then remembered fighter told him to lift with his legs. Pushing them upwards it was obviously an exercise he wasn't used to, but he could still do it. And once he was up there to a full stand it wasn't too strenuous just to hold her as opposed to lifting her. Taking another deep breath as he realized he was actually doing this the Warrior of Light stepped forward through the gate.
The other side greeted him with a hot beating sun and the scratching flow of sand in the wind. This was no place for a noble. He contemplated going back, but he didn't know what was happening with Oneir, the crazed man and his oversized sword, or the demonchild that had found them. Black Mage found little motivation to pit himself against that quartet, especially while having to keep track of an unconscious noble. He looked down at the woman cradled in his arms, then again at the harsh landscape. Letting out a sigh he turned around and took just a few steps. In the Nexus he looked around for a moment before establishing nothing was waiting to ambush him. He then lowered the Lady Stormborn and began to unbutton his blue overcoat. He then laid it over the noble and put his straw hat over her face. She was already exhausted to the point of losing consciousness, there was no point in letting the sun beat on her face or the sand scratch against her skin when he could help it. Content with her new fortifications he squatted once again, put her arms under her, and then pushed to a standing position, going back through the gate to the piercing desert.
It was just as he remembered it from two minutes ago. Hot, sandy, and desolate, save for a few patches if grass here or there. The trek through it would have been difficult normally, but with Daenerys in tow it seemed insurmountable. Who knew, perhaps it was. There was no guarantee that anything in Omni's realm was hospitable. This place could be a deathtrap, as could all of the other doors "out" of the Nexus. Their only sources of information thusfar were Omni and Drake Oneir, neither of whom could be trusted at their word. But the Black Mage continued anyways, choosing to fight the devil he kind of knew as opposed to going back to the Nexus and fighting the one he definitely didn't know.
The heat struck more than just his skin, his sweat, but his very vision, distorting the air around him. It was worst upon his arms and chest, where the body he was carrying laid. More than just a simple load or weight the heat from her body caused him to sweat terribly. He it was being absorbed by his robe that she might not be soaked in his stench when she awoke. And she would wake. This trip would not be in vain, the noble would be safe, and Black Mage would ensure it as any Warrior of Light should. All he needed to do was make it to that town on the Horizon. Just another mile, a couple more hills, another pint of sweat. His steps, having been slowed for a while now, pressed on with new energy as he made out the buildings in the distance, and the faintest of figure moving between them. There were people there. One of them could figure out was wrong with the Lady Stormborn. One of them had to.
"Please. Help her." Black Mage spoke softly as he finally arrived in what wasn't a mirage. The people looked at him skeptically, some of them drawing weapons. Outsiders didn't seem to be appreciated.
"Help her!" He spoke now, his voice struggling to attain a greater volume.
"Why would we use our medicine to help an outsider?" One of them finally spoke.
"Because I need you to." The Black Mage replied, and a woman stepped forward.
"We can help her, but what you ask is not without a price." The woman spoke firmly, without compromise.
"Then let it be done." Black Mage said, accepting the deal of loosest conditions. A heavier set woman took Daenerys and gave him back his outer garments.
"Take him to inn for the night. She'll be healthier in the morning. " She said and he was escorted to the "inn", really a house with a couple spare rooms. As he moved his arms to put on his robes he realized the extent of the damage the sun had put on his arms. Moving was painful, let alone the scratch of the inn's bedding. Between the realization of the new world he lived in, the loss of his companions, Daenerys' possibly injured status and the insufferable sun poisoning sleep eluded the Black Mage entirely.
"Your friend is awake." One of the villagers said after cracking his door just far enough to speak.
"Where is she?" Black Mage asked as he put on his hat and stood to his feet.
"I'll take you to her." The woman said, and scurried off. The Warrior of Light followed suit, keeping his arms at a standstill as he wandered through the town to meet Daenerys. She looked exhausted, as if she were bearing a heavy weight.
"Are you alright?" His voice was soft, groggy, and tired. What a powerful couple of primes they looked like now.
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