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Care to add in a spellcasting description?

When you wipe the froth away from the wound on the back of Aust's head, you notice that a thin layer of transparent material has formed over the wound. It is still soft to the touch. The tissue underneath does not appear at all healthy, and has turned a rainbow of colors that shift and flow from any contact to the transparent film. On the side of his neck, you can feel a faint but steady pulse. The rainbow fluids in Aust's wound seem to shift ever so slightly with each pulse you feel on the side of his neck.

To cast her healing spell. Frey hovers her hands over the affected area, concintrating her energies given to her by her goddess. She channels as much as she can to help heal the wound.

"Taylen. Find what you used to heal me." She just says when she's done and inspected the affected area.

[ 09-24-2002: Message edited by: Taylen ]

Ill come take a look...all I can guess is that maybe it wasnt diluted enough...

Sae then goes over and looks at where the mixture was placed to see if she can notice anything...

In all of your recollections, you have not seen anything remotely similar to what has become of the elf's headwound. Beneath a thin transparent layer of some unknown material, a rainbow of colors ebb and flow. Other than the lack of hair, it's one of the prettiest things you've ever seen happen to a headwound.

Aanile

As you hover your hands mere inches above the wound on poor Aust's head, a tingling sensation develops first in your fingers, then your palms. Slowly, the wound begins to seal over with normal-looking skin, and the blue and yellow hues fade away. Finally, the spell completes. Only a few scarred spots and patches of abbrased skin remain of what was a severe bloodied wound just a moment ago.

Opening his eyes slowly, Aust lets out a heavy groan. "Uunnh... what happened? I feel like I got run over by a wyvern." He sits up, leaning on one arm, and checks his belongings before taking hold of his staff. "Nevermind, it's not like much else has gone right this month." Turning around to face Freya, he gives a weak smile, "Thank you, for caring."

She reaches out and pats Aust's cheeck softly with a smile. She turns to Tay and stands up. "We should find out which pillarr turrrns on which rrring. And get the dwarrves body herrre. If it hasn't been scavanged yet."

To be honest, no. Had I been at home, or had a lab of some type to work with, I might know a bit more...

But for the time being it seems it may make quite a nice poison!

Sae chuckles

"I don't think it's that," Aust says quietly, in response to the daysprite's comment. "No, I think it's something else. Aunt Mary always said poisons were dishonest." For a moment, he remained silent, then added, "I think I recall the term `life's blood´ also. Uncle Gorn talked about it once. He called it an `adventurer's shortcut´."

"An adventurer's shortcut," he says with a grunt as he stands up, leaning on his staff. "Like a skeleton key, or a shapeshifting blade. Instead of carrying a bunch of tools that each do one thing, you carry one tool that does a bunch of things depending on how you use it. I thought everyone had heard of it."

You have heard the term, `adventurer's shortcut´, at least once before, though it didn't seem important at the time. Your parents used it to refer to some of the items they carried with them, though you don't recall anything by the name of `life's blood´ coming up in conversation. Those who travel frequently often carry items which can be used for a variety of functions. Depending on what such items are capable of, they can be worth a significant sum. However, in order to attain their value, you need to know how to use them, as few such versatile tools can measure up to their specialized counterparts outside of adept hands.

Taylen

Though this is the first you've heard of this particular term, it does make a good deal of sense. Travelers often need to travel light, and more versatile tools would certainly aid in this endeavor. You haven't had as much need as most to pack conservatively, considering your other talents. However, you find any connection between this dark red ooze and the term Aust has added to the conversation more difficult to discern, and will need to consider it thoroughly to determine his perspective on the matter.

"The orrrcs that worrre them had came back to life, as it werrre."

In response to your whistle, Twin Moon hoots. However, she seems reluctant to return to the orc camp. Instead, she circles a few times overhead before returning to her perch in the nearby tree branches.

Falaanla

The voice in your head once again makes its presence known, as you hear the disappointed words, "Fruit all gone."

Brushing aside the tent flap, Jean steps out of the tent where he and Ara had entered a short while ago. "Ladies, gentlemen, friends of all ages," the little fellow announces in a clear and crisp voice, "It is my most humble of pleasures to introduce to you the spirit of the woodlands, most grande among grande of elven maidens, Ariana Greenleaf!" Following a low bow, he steps back, pulling the corner of the tent's entry flap back away.

Out from behind the flap steps an elven woman, with flowing blonde hair and sparkling emerald eyes. Clad in a loose-fitting cream blouse, tight leather pants, tanned leather boots, and an earthen cloak, she appears as one who has known the ways of a traveler her whole life. Her soft features, complemented by the quiet earthen tones, lend her an almost serene appearance. "You have done well with your words," she says to the halfling in the common tongue, but spoken almost as softly as a whisper, with a smooth elven tone.

"I was wonderring. I've noticed that yourrrself and yourr birrd frriend have some sorrrt of connection." She says in a soft tone. "Can you ... speak... to it?"

She had an idea forming, she looked to her owl friend, and wondered if she was right.

"My dear Silvan," Ara says, holding true to her best elven accent, "it would please me greatly if you would refer to me as Ariana for the remainder of our venture. The more rudamentary name with which you have become familiar will not serve among the gentler nomenclatures of elven society, as I am certain you understand." She once again turns to look down at Jean beside her, "Your boastfulness has forged you a reputation, it seems. Without even a word, he credits you as the teacher and I as the student."

[Jean]

"You can't blame him for jumping to conclusions," Jean replies cheerily, looking back up at the elven figure of Ara beside him. "After all, you did ask my aid in assembling an outfit more wholely representative of the forest-dwellers of elvenkind. And from his reaction, I'd say our efforts have come to fruition."

Silvan moves to the north-east tent and enters it, taking a thorough look around. He searches for anything of any value on the floor and checks for chests, boxes, and other storage containers, but he doesn't open them yet. He tries to hold his breath if the tent smells strongly of orc and also checks for anything that might look important, such as documents, artifacts, etc.

Assorted swords, axes, daggers, hammers, and spears lie scattered on the floor to the right of the entrance. A battered chair sits against the left wall. On the far side, a tattered mattress leans against the wall. The foot of the mattress sticks out nearly to the center of the tent. The tent smells faintly of orc, but not so strongly as to make it worth the effort to hold your breath. You've had to work in worse places than this, albeit only on rare occasions.

"Ithar, did you eat all the fruit? Get the heck outta there before anyone sees ya! Don't want em to know ya ate it all!"

"I ate all fruit I saw here. Fruit all gone. You want play hide seek? I hide!" Ithar sounds slightly more hyper than usual. The fellin woman also seems to want your attention.

Sae then turns to the fellin...

Yes, I can talk with my bird. Well, not "Talk" in the normal sense, but he can read my thoughts and I can read his.

Frey gives another call to her owl, Holding out her arm in hopes that Twin Moon will come.

Whatever has been frightening Twin Moon, she bears through it at least for a moment. Gliding gently down from her perch, she makes a smooth landing on your arm. She grips at the sleeve of your armor nervously with her claws, and continuously turns her head one way or another, as if looking for something.

Reyolen

Most of the weapons look fairly well kept, though none bare any markings of particular interest. The weapons appear brutish and utilitarian, as opposed to the more gentlemanly armament which you carry. Piling the weapons takes a bit of time and effort, but they would've been in the way of moving the mattress anyhow.

The mattress, though tattered, still has a good deal of weight to it. Lifting it up proves cumbersome, however you manage to rotate it towards the battered chair on one side of the tent. Behind it, you find a small trunk, no more than a foot along any side, with a curved top. Opposite the hinges, the cover has a place for a small lock, but no such device is present.

Taylen muses aloud, "If I were going to carry a substance like this around as an 'adventurer's shortcut' I would have to assume it can, with little skill or training, be made into a useful substance for a varity of purposes. I would also have to think that given the reaction on Aust's wound, that is can have both positive and negative properties in it's finished state. Though I'm not positive on that aspect. Prehaps it can be formed into both a healing potion or poisen for weapons."

Taylen fiddles the ring around in his fingers faster the deeping into thought he becomes, falling silent and pondering what implications this substance in such great quantaties being in an orc camp carries.

You can see no runes or arcane markings of any significance on the chest. As for traps, you wouldn't even know where to begin your search. As you lift the lid of the chest, an instinctual sigh of relief escapes your lips. Nothing happens.

Inside the chest, you find a mix of gold, silver, and copper coins, possibly a hundred coins in total, give or take. On top of those are three small rings, each with a different insignia engraved in a flat circle on one side. You also notice, tucked into the corner of the chest, two small stones, each dull grey in color, with an oval shape.

Aanile

Twin Moon stares at you, blinking. She still seems nervous, but her fidgeting lessens. After a moment of your cooing, she starts to nip at your fingers playfully.