Grabbing the first person in sight - Serion

[Anne]

Dahlea looked around her fear showing on her face, this was not home!

Random thoughts ran through her head causing her to feel quite sick to her stomach and that was not going to help at all. A slow tear began to trickle down her cheek as she looked down at her hands and clothes covered in bright red blood. Not her blood but that of her beloved father.

Where was this place it was not home, the trees didn't have the gold and silver leaves of the glade where she lived with her father. They were green all green....

"Help me please.... someone anyone... please...." she cried out fear for what might be happening causing her voice to shake.

She turned once more in the hope that perhaps it was all a dream and she would wake up. Alas it didn't change things and suceeded only in causing her fear to rise...

[Serion D'Rinishad]

Having been taking a stroll in the woods, enjoying a bit of relaxing time alone from Dhwae and Lhyllis, Serion found himself basking in the light that filtered in through the foilage of the treetops. His trip to Natura had left him in a state of fit healthiness that he had not been in for some time. Not that Serion was ever really unfit or unhealthy, but rather he was in a state much better than his norm--that is, except the occasional aches from the magics and elixers that the Naturan spellcasters had been concocting for his body altering scheme.

Thinking a bit on his time here, and what all he wished to accomplish when this particular task was complete, Serion's mind is suddenly snapped out of the thoughts of the future to the sounds of the present. Help? Who in Natura would be calling for help? Thinking to himself, Serion followed the voice moreso out of curiosity than urgency. While he played up his holy paladin visage quite well, the vysstichi held true to his roots, often using his good appearance to do less than decent deeds unseen.

Making his way through the green-leafed trees, Serion spots the woman that had been calling for aid. His warrior's eye spotted the blood instantly, and his first thought was that she herself was wounded. "What is going on here?" Serion asks, walking towards her, hands outstretch to show he meant no harm. "I see blood. Are you injured?" The thought ran through Serion's mind that the girl may feint, or run, or even attack him simply for the fact that he was a vysstichi. He of course had no fears of his abilities in protecting himself. Dhwae had tossed him around enough for him to perfect his skills a bit better in the hand to hand portion of his melee arsenal. Instead, he was more worried about someone strangely dying while he was in the same vicinity. it wouldn't have been the first time he had been set up to take a fall.

[Anne]

The frightened girl looked up as she heard Serion's voice, relief that help was at hand in this strange place. She took in his out stretched hands indicating he was friend not foe.

"It is my father... this is his blood." she cried "He was set upon by robbers as he returned home. I need to get him help but I don't know where this place is...it is all wrong" she said as the tears threatened to fall once again.

Perhaps it was the God's playing tricks or maybe a tear in the veil that kept the other world apart from the one Serion was familiar with.

A light in the glad began to shimmer and brighten as the girl spoke, the trees around them began to take on a different coloring of silver and gold the likes of which the dark elf had never before seen.

Dahlea's eyes rounded as the world around her changed and once again she found herself in familiar territory. There was no time to waste if she were to help her father. Grabbing Serion's hand she tugged at him to follow her.

At the edge of the glade Serion would see a small cottage with a thatched roof.


"Please come."

[Serion D'Rinishad]

Now, Serion was no stranger to odd happenings, but this was indeed one of the more stranger things he had seen. The altering of his surroundings denoted that he was no longer where he once had been. Teleportation? Serion thinks to himself before he discards the notion. The feeling wasn't the same--it wasn't as if he had moved from one place to another, but rather the new place simply took over the old one.

He might have questioned the girl, but her earnest made Serion think that this wasn't a trap of some sort. Seeing the cottage where there once had been only trees, Serion allows the girls hand take his own, pulling him with her. With the amount of blood on her, surely this man would be near death.

"I'll take a look at your father. Perhaps he is still within the limits of being saved." More caring words could probably have been chosen, but the vysstichi didn't wish to waste the effort. The girl was worried, and was probably not listening to him all that much anyway. Letting the girl take him into the cottage, he would prepare himself to inspect the father. With luck, his skills and recent training with Lhyllis would save the man's life. At least then Serion could ask how he managed to end up in such a strange place within the woods of Natura.

[Anne]

As the elf allowed himself to be pulled towards the cottage he could be forgiven for thinking that a myriad of eyes were watching him with curiosity.

Entering the cottage Serion would notice that it was well cared for with a charm unlike anything he had seen before. Dahlea tugging at his hand led him to room that led off of the main room. Laying on the bed was a man who bore some resemblence to the girl at his side. His chest bare except for the blood soaked bandages that covered his wound.

Letting go of Serion's hand Dahlea moved toward the bed, bending down to speak to him...

"Father I have bought help, the goddess has smiled upon us..." she whispered before turning to beckon Serion closer.


Can you help us... my father has an arrow shaft in his chest... she asked her eyes looking at Serion with a desperate hope that he was the answer to her prayers.

[Serion D'Rinishad]

"An arrow shaft, eh?" Serion says absent mindedly as he walks over to the man's side. He had seen many wounds in his lifetime, granted most were caused by his own hand, and arrow wounds were extremely common. The first step, of course, was making sure the man was still alive. Unlike some thaumaturgists he knew, Serion's powers only slightly above average. He could heal many grievous wounds, but death was an ailment he coudn't quite heal just yet.

Placing a hand on the mans chest, letting the arrow shaft rest in the crook of his thumb and pointer finger, Serion checks for a pulse with his other hand. Assuming one is there, he begins to enter into a meditative state, preparing himself for the task at hand. While slices and gashes were much simpler to heal, arrows had to be pushed out, to keep the arrow head from worsening the wound should it be barbed.

Drawing on the Life Essences of the holy plane, Serion quickly snaps any tail feathers off of the arrow and rolls the man to his side. Speaking softly, Serion begins casting Sermon of Restoration. In this way the man's wound would slowly heal while Serion uses a hand to push the shaft through. With one quick shove, Serion will attempt to force the arrowhead out, quickly removing the shaft and tossing it aside.

Having spoken throughout the entire procedure to keep up the Sermon, Serion will stop and meditate once more. With the arrow removed, he channels the Life Essence to form a ball of glowing energy in his hand and places it over the exit wound, casting Greater Healing. With any luck, this would be enough to save the father. If things are looking well, Serion will do a quick scan for any other wounds that might not have been taken care of by his healing spells. No reason to have done all this work just to lose the man over some unfortunate missight.

[Anne]

It did seem as if the Goddess had smiled up on them as the strange mage from a land beyond their borders cast his spells. Dahlea watched with baited breath as her father appeared to recover before her very eyes.

"How can we ever repay your kindness..." she asked as she turned to look at Serion. "My father is but a simple woodsman who takes care of the forests here abouts." she continued when the thought struck her "how was he to return to that land from which he came? Well that was not something to worry about just now.

"Can I offer you some food? A drink of ale perhaps?" she asked her hands fidgeting with her skirt as she did so. They only had the ale that the faeries of the forest made, it was not to everyone's liking though. As for food there was a stew cooking on the hob.

[Serion D'Rinishad]

Smiling as the job was complete, the warmth of Serion's face wasn't one for the two. No, it was more for the pride the vysstichi had in how well he had done with his magics. If the man had died, it wouldn't have bothered Serion, other than the fact that it was his skills that would have been shown lacking.

Rising, Serion turns to speak with the girl. While Serion had spent a couple of seasons with Lhyllis and Dhwae he had found that most of the things he had been eating and drinking were of a more healthy variety. Ales and liquors had been taken from Serion's diet on the first day and replaced with teas and other strange brews. The stew on the other hand...

Sniffing the air, Serion smiles genuinly to the female. "I don't drink anymore." He says plainly, in reference to the ale. "The stew however, smells divine. Have you any water or tea?" Serion had been wandering around the woods of Natura for a while before encountering the blood covered girl, and it wasn't until just now that he realized he had missed breakfast earlier in the day.

Going with the flow, Serion will wait until bowls are poured and cups are filled before asking any questions. Once the time arrives however, the questions would indeed come. "So tell me, who are you two and where are we. I must say I've never seen trees like the ones outside your cottage." His own identity he would maintain in secrecy until they decided to ask themselves. It had been a long time since Serion had started a conversation by stating his name and many titles from eras past. It was a nasty habit that he had picked up from Avanthar, but as he matured he realized that often times anonymity was the best way to go.