Fight:Terror at the Tavern

Part of the Conquest:The Return of the Prek Arc

Summary: The Preklek successfully carry out a terror inducing surprise attack on the Kelay Tavern in the early afternoon.

Characters: Triyul, Arien, Lirithen,Warren, Cerinii, Awne, Carrick, Miah, Skylei

LOCATION: Kelay: The Kelay Tavern’’’

Arien was seated at the bar, emerald gaze sweeping lazily over its gathered clientele when they fell upon a familiar silvery headed form. "Lirolae..I was by and far too exhausted to persue our conversation on link yesterday. Pray, the details of your encounter with the Duergar?" Gaze slid down to the intricately carved hilt that hung low on his waist, narrowing slightly at the design. "New toy?" she questioned with a murmur. The markings, were distinctly recognizable.

Lirithen had taken refuge to escape the death-trap that had become of the Sage forest, and let his mind wander in surroundings that were... Well, hardly safe, but with a surplus of gin close by. Hence, cradled the elf a fifth of said beverage, emerald gaze focused contemplatively 'pon the flickering fire while pointed ears remained ever vigilant for any audible indication of one approaching his person. Each flickered with every footstep Arien took towards him, once they became discernible from the tavern's background warbling, baiting a shift of attention upon the paladin herself, then gifted a brief smile in greeting. "Oh, yes," Lirithen voiced in response, reaching to grasp the ornate handle of the longsword at his waist, drawing the blade slowly and deliberately for Arien's perusal. A grand thing it was, silver as the bright moon herself, bathing the dark-clothed tree-born into a bright, eerie glow reminiscent of the Lady moon's shine. Golden runes flared from hilt to tip as the weapon's wielder grasped the thing, flaring suddenly and grandly into existence. Yet, in contrast to the almost heavenly presence of the sword itself a strange crimson mist fell in waves from the length of the sword, dissipating almost the instant it became one with the surrounding air, giving both wielder and blade an profound aura of... Words would be poultry to describe the strange sensation, but it was certainly something that would stir a wariness within Lauria's chosen, making the hairs on the back of her neck stand. "Dergious was about to hand this over to Triyul. I recognized it as an elven Moonblade, and naturally made demands for it's return into the hands of our people... Whereupon he attempted to run it through my neck."

Arien retained a carefully neutral expression as her eyes drifted over the Moon blade her kinsman had whipped out. "It is a beautiful weapon to be sure..and most certainly is its home amongst our people. But you wrestled it from Dergious, you say?" A frown knit her pale brow. "And he was giving it to Triyul..I like it not." Her mana was stirring gently to some dark power that emanated from the blade. "Can you not feel it Lirolae..that some enchantment is upon it? It does not sit well with my spirit."

Cerinii said to Arien, "If it is from any Duergar, I'd think /you/ would have the common sense not to have it amongst your people. But then again.. That is merely mein thought process, not necessarily yours."

Awne chuckles faintly "I think you might..at least a warrm bath maybe? to help get it all out." She grins at the avian, she didn't know what a temp...temporal..thing...was but if that was what her sister thought, it must be resonable. "Have you been eatting as I asked you too Cerri?"

Cerinii shrugged her shoulder, once again. "I don't know. Been too busy working to stop und think." She smiled faintly, "Eh, it hasn't done any harm has it?" She chuckled, "Ah, it'll melt shortly. Nein point going for ein bath when I'll be going back to Frostmaw soon or working at the hearth."

Arien said to Cerinii, "If I wished for you imput senator, I would ask for it. "

Lirithen :: "No, Arien," replied the male, his tone firm, "not 'our' people. -My- people. 'Tis a tree-born tradition." Eyes narrowed as he allowed them to wander over the -elven- blade, a tight scowl reflecting in the glowing moonblade's light, "yes, I can feel it. Whatever it is... It doesn't seem to do much... Though I haven't tried to actually fight with it yet. The risks are great to using something like this for the first time. I witnessed it once, as a small boy. All the proper rituals went smoothly, then the fellow was presented with the sword... First time he used it... Well, the wounds were quite horrific..."

Cerinii said to Arien, "Oh, even if you needed it you would never ask for it."

Awne glanced over to the elf and the blade, her tail puffing faintly as it twitched but she said nothing; she wasn't about to, Ceri was perfectly capable of all of that for the both of them. Turning back to the avian she folds the cloth and sets it away "You need to eat, I don't carre how busy you get I want you to prromise me Cerri..I trrust you..don't make me send someone to watch you." The feline was smiling but the avian knew she was serious, of that she was sure.

Cerinii shrugged her shoulder, "Even if someone were watching me, I wouldn't eat." She smiled softly, "Awne, I'll eat when I am hungry."

Cerinii said to Awne, "Heh, I am stubborn - you know this."

Awne said to Cerinii, "I know..all the morre rreason to keep on you to make surre you stay healthy."

Warren makes his way into the tavern.

Carrick was already in the tavern, all this time! He knocks back a milk and another biscuit. Needs to grow up big and strong and all that.

Cerinii whispered something to Warren.

Cerinii said to Awne, "Bah. I'm healthy.."

Lirithen said to Warren, "Something I forgot. Liana expressed a desire to speak with you."

Warren said to Lirithen, "Very well. When and where?"

Carrick ate a biscuit. Carrick drank a milk.

Warren nods to Cerinii, looks over to Carrick and says." The Senator needs you lad."

Lirithen said to Warren, "When she wishes, the forest will reveal her."

Arien smiled faintly. "I am well enough aware, Lirithen of the mysteries of its legend. Do you forget that we sat at the knees of the bards at one and the same time? I learned of it when you did. You were not then, at such pains as you are now, to remind me I was not your sister truly." Her gaze flickered to the blade again. "You are aware of the risks then..And I recommend, strongly, that you consider the source. What may 'seem not to do much' in the short term, where the duergar are concerned, can oft be misleading. I learned that, the hard way. To whom do you intend to return the blade? The Arch Druid? You handed the last relic that fell into your care to her person, I believe.."

Warren said to Lirithen, "Do you know what about?"

Carrick blinked. He didn't know who the senator was. The quizzical expression on his face demonstrated his wait for elaboration.

Cerinii said to Carrick, "Me, boy."

Warren sighs as Carrick looks about, and points to Cerinii. " Her."

Awne rolls her eyes and pokes the woman again, motioning to the juice "Juice alone is not healthy." another light poke to the arm, an ear twitching as she chuckles "I'll make surre you eat yet." A large grin upon her lips, she rather liked these teasing..ish.. times.

Carrick nodded with one of those understanding nods, but kept his distance from Cerinii. Scorpions were on the short, short list of things he didn't like. That, prekleks, and presumptious young women. "

Triyul :: A mile or so up the road, a four-horse drawn carriage plods through the drying mud toward the small village.

Cerinii huffed softly, "Juice is just fine. I'll eat when I am hungry und when I feel the desire to eat." She looked to Carrick, "Don't get shy now, boy. Your name, what is it?"

Awne shakes her head, she'd have to try again later..or sneak something into her home. For now the feline turns to the boy, ears flat against her head at the sound of the roar above, her tail puffed again, such a sound was...frightening.

Carrick canted his head, a small gesture of respect for one he didn't know. All he knew was "Senator" was an important-sounding title. "Carrick's m'name, ma'am," he said, then promptly shut up again. He clearly didn't like giving out any more information than was required of him.

Cerinii said to Carrick, "Hm. Carrick, I am Cerinii."

Cerinii whispered something to Awne.

Awne whispered something to Cerinii.

Lirithen :: The illumination wiped from Lirithen's face as he deftly made to stow the fabled sword away within his belt yet again, lifting emerald orbs to meet the almost identical optics of the high-born elf. "At some point, yes, it will need to be brought to the Archdruid's attention," Lirolae explained, shifting his coat to hide the thing from visual sight, "with the Sage threatened, however, now is hardly the time to burden her with such a thing. I am better equipped to battle the dangers alone, rather than jeopardise my entire culture by delivering it..." Lirithen's expression suddenly sharpened, hand diving into his pocket to retrieve the watch that let out a high-pitched whistle. Fingers flicked the cover open, eyes fixing upon the clock hands to determine the position of each, mouth suddenly dropping in terror. His hand darted forward, lifting the thing for Arien to view the warning of the watch: Dire peril.

Cerinii whispered something to Awne.

Lirithen said, "Everybody leave now!"

Awne stared at the avian, but stood simply and smiled to her "Come to dinnerr tonight..please." the word was short, still she turned to the bow and smiled to him faintly, with a light bow of her head before moving to the door.

Carrick furrowed his brow. That name rang a bell, but the way his face contorted suggested he couldn't seem to place why he knew of it. After a momentary pause, he gives himself a mental shrug and smiles. "A pleasure," he said, his rigidity beginning to lessen. Only for a second, though, as Lirithen's declaration immediately caught his attention. Of course Carrick didn't move; he didn't know what was coming but felt perfectly safe where he was.

Warren twists his frame to look upon the elf as he declares everyone to get out, and says. " Damn, what is it?"

Lirithen rose, fury in his face, "I don't know, and I don't know how much time, but it'll kill us for sure." The watch's whistle upped in pitch as Lirithen made to stuff the thing back into his pocket.

Warren turns to face Carrick as he says. " Out. NOW!" And then the ranger turns to Cerinii. " Please Senator, heed the elf's words, I shall try to buy whatever time I can." He then returns his attention to Lirithen and says. " Time to go to work, eh?" A faint smirk tugging upon his lips. No rest for the wicked, aye?”

Triyul isn't here. But, several miles off, a horse drawn carriage is. Being led by a few guard of Rangers, escorting the 'merchant' wagon toward the city of Kelay. Twas only natural to assume that the precious cargo, three crates of small, painted 'chocolate' eggs - for morale of course - were quite important. A bribe of a few dozen for the escorting rangers to hurry up the process was all it took. Several miles became a few, became one. A light rain began to drizzle on the worn canvas, the driver - quiet and still - just until he came out of the Town in the Tree's..It was then that the wagon began to pick up speed, to, per se, accelerate to the degree that the rangers would have to speed up their own feet. One spoke of slowing down, his tone raunch with an undertone of suspicion - it sped up again with another whip of the reigns, nearing a mere trot. The guard knocked arrows - raised shouts, as that carriage gained speed into a full gallop just as it entered the very village of Kelay itself. The wind picked up, the poorly tied canvas happened to loosen - to reveal sealed crates of...eggs. Tiny orbs painted brown, with happy clouds and grasshoppers - for the children. The children in the tavern - one of the rangers fired an enchanted arrow directly at the back of that carriage. The horses, plundering for breath - just feet away from colliding through the front of the famed establishment. When that arrow of fire made contact with one of those crates - that carriage, horse, rider, exploded. The wooden horse-drawn vehicle would flip up - flip into the tavern, a fiery burning death that would crush any sitting near the door - and slide straight into the wall on the far side near the fire.

Carrick had been naive not to heed Lirithen's warnings, but the onrushing sound of horse hooves was enough to tell him something was indeed horribly awry. The sound wasn't that of your typical carriage rumbling through town, no, just the sound of it seemed more nefarious. As it combined with what he thought to be the roar of a wyvern overhead (who knows if it was actually there or if it was only in his mind), Carrick sprung into action - action as in running for cover behind the only truly sturdy apparatus in the entire tavern: Mesthak's bar. In that moment he was grateful that his "fight or flight" mechanism wasn't honed enough for fight to overrule flight, but his increase in strength and muscle left him susceptible in the speed department. It was only the crashing carriage's trajectory that spared Carrick from what seemed to be certain fiery doom, not anything the ranger did himself. As it stood, the sonic-boom did more damage than anything actually inside the carriage. Miraculously, due to protective entities beyond the scope of this young ranger's mind, the tavern was spared. He, on the other hand, wasn't - at least not entirely - as the blast's concussion force sent him flying to the ground behind the bar. Glass, silverware and alcohol also rained down on Carrick, coming from both atop the bar and along the shelves on the wall behind it. The young ranger groaned, his hand shimmying beneath his body as he groggily tried to push to a stand, only for a particularly full bottle of ale to topple off the bottom shelf anchored to the wall and come crashing down on his head. That was the final blow for Carrick this time; he'd live to see another day, but he'd have a hell of a headache to contend with for a long, long while. Eventually he'd be dragged to safety by … well, someone.

Awne had just stepped out the door when the firey carraige had headed to the tavern, Rushing off to the side and away the feline was able to escape being trampled. A glance given to the rangers then back to the tavern, what had that been ab- her own thought had been cut short as the blast had struck the tavern, the shockwave of the explosion sending the feline off her feet and skidding a bit. Save for the marks of dirt burn, the feline was fairly unharmed, a lucky blow no doubt! Her head was pounding from where it had hit the ground, her feet having trouble being her in balance, likely something that would go away after a time. But this didn't stop her from moving back to the tavern, calling inside "Everryone alrright in therre!!"

Arien : The whistle from the watch caused an instant tensing in Arien's frame, and the read out on its face, a blanching of her features. A reading of dire peril meant one thing only, almost sure and certain mortal danger. She had no idea of what was coming, or how even to defend against it, but a warning, might perhaps save a life. Before she could even open her lips to cry out however, Lirithen and it seemed Warren, had taken the matter in hand. It was the whinny of horses in pain and the crash of metal against the front wall of the tavern that betrayed pending penetration. Dire peril, was not merely a traffic accident. Seconds dragged by as Arien dove for the open pit of flickering embers at the base of the chimney, manaflail whipped out, a head of earth made manifest and was launched towards the silver haired elf who seemed to be making the mistake of moving towards the carnage. "Liri!.." It was a desperate shout as the front wall seemed to explode in flames, the concussive force adding to the backward yank that was made upon the weapon now snared upon his waist. Adrenaline pored through her body, numbing her to the searing of the flames of the fireplace upon her flesh. In an instant his body ploughed into hers, weather or not he was conscious, she was unaware, and arms were raised over her head as she turned to face the charred walls of the fire pit, protecting her body with his own. The burning carriage screamed across the wooden floor of the tavern, slamming into the wall mere feet from where they lay crouched. The impact caused a grinding quiver of the chimney supports, and in an odd quirk of fate, the towering brick shield slid down, slamming into the earth beneath it, the elven pair at its base protected from the worse of any secondary explosions, even as chunks of stones fell free to tumble upon them. Burned, and stoned..possibly unconscious..they would yet live.

Cerinii had only just sent Awne out of the Tavern when the carriage came in, heralding destruction. She had the faintest idea that Triyul may have been behind it, but these were difficult times. Mind you, Triyul was the only one causing war. That gooey sheen upon her titanium arm shimmered, quickly coming to life and slithering up her should, across her throat, down her mouth and such. Covering all those places and down her shirt. Only covering up the waist, the metallic faced Avian crouched, pressing up against the bar tightly. She might have died, or broken some limbs. But the Avian was stubborn, tough. She would not die this day (unfortunate, some might think). Her wings had flared ever so slighty to create that shell about herself, metal mesh within the wings surely creating some extra protection for her. She closed her eyes as tight as possible, waiting. Waiting for safety.

Lirithen was suddenly swept from his feet by a sudden tightening around his abdomen, though in the chaos of present proceedings had hardly time to examine the cause of his sudden backwards yank. Soon he wouldn't be able to see it, Arien was rather rough and thus the tree-born's crude and miscalculated dragging of him into wherever the Hell she was resulted in a hard bop upon the rear of his head, knocking him clean out. Elven rangers were quick to appear, followed by a team of blue-robed healers who quickly set to tending to the tavern's wounded while the rangers attempted to piece together what had happened from the various stories being fired at them.

Miah :: A short but trim woman strolls into the tavern, a white gloved hand to her white hooded head. The headache from the night before still throbbed behind her green eyes. The really harsh reality was that Miah couldn't take anything to dull it or make it go away. This was due to what most would call her curse, but was what she had any ever known since birth. A strange noise drew her attention, causing her to look around. It was growing louder with every heart beat. Then her wild instincts of her wolf nature urged her to move, and quickly did Miah move. Just in time as a matter of fact, for but a moment later what looked like a flaming carriage came crashing its way within the room. Standing up from her impromptu dodge and roll, the woman swipes some of the dust and grime, gathered from the wooden floor, from her vest and pants. Even as she does this, her eyes are looking about to see if she can discern who the culprit for the act was.

Awne moved forward into the tavern, with the team of elves, let them take care of what they wished but she was heading for her sister..where ever that might be..sniffing for her was out, all she could smell was fire and smoke "Cerri!" she called out, looking around the room for other signs of life "Arrien!" she may not like the woman but well...it wasn't in her to not check to those she knew.

Lirithen replaces healers and rangers with water mages to help fight the fire. With healers at the ready, of course.

Arien : Pain began to register, the searing blisters upon her flesh, and the elf could feel the trickle of blood draining down her face, as stirred soot and ahses caused her to cough. "Liri..Liri, are you all right?" she reached out to shove at the male. "We're in here!! We're alive!" she shouted for others beyond to hear.

Lirithen was unresponsive, being unconcscious and all.

Carrick likewise was out cold, sprawled out between the bar and the back wall. (ooc- Gotta bolt.)

Carrick vanished before your eyes, perhaps never to be seen again.

Lirithen :: Healers took care of Carrick, so it's all sound.

Cerinii continued to push up against the bar, a ringing in her ears. The protective metal had shimmered and died, slithering back to her arm. She wheezed for air, those moments always draining her of energy. She continued to press up against the bar, not confident in moving. She didn't want to speak, or move. If she moved, she would feel pain. She knew it. She just kept still, and waited it out.

Awne 's ears flicked quickly, between the water being brought to fight the fire, the dousing of said flames and the smoke in her vision the feline could hear the faint calls of a voice. Moving toward the calls she motioned healers to help her move the debri where the sound had been loudest "Arrien is that you?" she called out to the debri, pulling bricks and wall fragments out of the way, throwing them to the side of her to help open this shielded area.

Arien said to Awne, "Yes! and another is in here with me. We are hurt..the chimney blocks are loose, be careful!"

Lirithen may be out cold, but that didn't stop the sentient Sacred Winds. As always, realizing the need for their use, they came thundering from the bracer clamped around the unconscious elf's wrist in a concentrated outwards burst, blowing the gathered debris clean aside. Awne would probably want to try and avoid the sudden outwards explosion of stone, and when Lirithen's limp body fell from where the outward blast had plastered it against the wall to land, again, upon Arien, he would be sporting a bleeding nose, a fresh cut on his forehead beneath his hairline and a few bruised ribs to contend with the lump on the back of his head.

Awne looks up to the chimney, at least what was left of it, and down to the rubble, what would be the best way to get them out without having it all fall again? Biting her lip the feline moves around to the back, testing the rubble by pulling out bricks here and there, seeing where things would be harder and where it was best to begin clearing "Alrright hold on, I'm going to get you out, arre you hurrt? who's with you?" Questions to keep panic down, perhaps in the feline rather than the elf, and to make sure she was still concious. Slow going, but the feline begins to move the rubble brick by brick. That is...until the...whatever they were they made an awful mess! She moved to the side as fast as she could, falling to her rump but at least she was out of the way. With the debris cleared the feline moved to the pair, gently pulling the male off of the other to rest his head gently on the floor, her hand pillowing it while her other moves to his nose. Blue glow appears around both, diving inward to stop the bleeding of nose and repair the internal damage to the cranium, hoping the elivated preasure will return the elf to the waking world.

Cerinii is still pressed up against the bar. Doing nothing. <.<

Miah :: Suddenly Miah was thrown across the room from the force of the explosion, coming to an abrupt halt against a wall that had escaped destruction, but not great damage. A pain filled grunt sounded from Miah when her body hit the floor. 'Hell Hounds! What the bloody hell just happened.' was the thought that ran through her head as she picked herself once more up off the floor. Miah's inner beast, the wolf, was thrashing and bashing at her rational will as it tried to escapes. It was so close to breaking through, the ambush atop her injuries fueled the beast in its will for self preservation. More and more people began to flood into the tavern, the wolf growing near histeric thinking that they where there to harm it further. A scream, Miah's last defiance to the beast before it flooded her completely. Hands grasped and ripped stained white cloth from undulating skin that was sprouting white patches of fur. A whining sound reminiscent of wet ropes stressed and cracks like dry wood pervaded the air around the woman as bone and muscle reshaped themselves. Only her face showed the pain she was experiencing, but it was twisted and deformed as it morphed. All this happened within a handful of breaths, leaving a wolf of white coat except the black stripe about its neck. Lips pull back from fangs and eyes search for the nearest target. The elf went down rather easy as it was caught off guard. (ooc: the elf is an npc)

Lirithen 's lids fluttered a little before both orbs snapped open to afford the ranger a view of the feline looking down upon him. Hmm, that was a little surprising. Fire, noise, chaos, now... This. A tad startling at first, but after pale brows furrowed a little in thought, easy to rationalize. "I'm assuming.. I was knocked out," stated the male, though the quizzical look on his face showed that he was open to correction. He slowly became aware of the ache in his ribs, and the horrible sent of ash in his nose.

Lirithen :: The elves weren't stupid. If the wolf didn't want their attention, that was fine. First chance any of them got, however, the downed elf the wolf had mauled was carted off for healings.

Warren is tossed by the incredible force of the blast, the ranger's form becoming riddled by shrapnel as he lands upon a nearby table, shattering it underneath the force of his weight.

Arien was caught unawares by the outward blast of the sacred winds that shattered the brick haven that surrounded Lirithen and herself, and sat in stunned silence for a few seconds taking in the mayhem that abound. In one sweeping glance, both an appreciative look was darted to Awne for her care of Liri, and one of concerned horror drawn to the melee between wolf and elf. A soft whimper of discomfort for her own damage, drew the attention of the healers her way, as might the mindless flutter of her palm, to her abdomen. For their sakes, she needed out of this insanity. Hobbling with the aid of elven support, Arien found herself seated on one of the chairs that remained whole, being tended enough that the sting of burns began to fade away from her senses, if not the horrible memory from her mind.

Arien said to Lirithen, "You can thank me later.. And I'll buy the damn watch some polish." she murmured dryly. "Are you well?"

Skylei :: Had arrived and looked at the remnants of what had once been the tavern. It wasn't a very pretty sight and it didn't really smell very much better. Much as she would normally have jumped at the chance to help people or some such, the half-elf stayed out of the way, yet continued to survey what was going on… not that she could really tell what in Hollow was going on. Guilt, of course, told her that she should do something to help, but with all that rubble, it looked like a death trap and she wasn't exactly sure on her feet. Of course, whilst trying to work out what had happened, she overheard a somewhat familiar voice. Typical~ of course he would be involved when there was this much destruction. She would then raise her voice and shout to the person she thought was the elf, "Oi~ Lirolae?"

Awne nods her head to the elf as he came to" you did, it's alrright now though, yourr elves have come and it seems most everryone is alrright.." She glanced around, taking note of the human still in need of tending to and the lack of where her sister was. Still the feline had work to do first; knowing that the nose was fine now her left hand moves to the elf's chest, the energy and magic diving inward to mend the bones within, realigning the ribs and mending them back into place while the inner walls of the muscles were repaired. Once sure that he was well enough the feline gently lets his head rest back to the floor "Therre, don't get up too fast though alrright? Move to yourr side, then sit up slowly when you'rre rready." She stands quickly to rush to the human inside the table's side, The glow didn't leave her hands, rather it stayed to allow healing faster. With the shrapnal in his body the glow extends as she sets her hands to his shoulder to move around his form and dive inside to push the peices out before healing.

Miah :: The wolf quickly moved on when it was clear the elf couldn't fight back. Another lunge and sharp teeth found purchase on another leg. A powerful tug and the elf it belonged to lost its balance, falling to the floor. Immediately the wolf was a top the elf, rending at the arms trying to protect the face which was spewing screams on terror and pian. A knee came up and hit her side, but she ignored the sharp brief pain. A last ditch effort on the elf's part as one of its arms lowered so that its hand could reach the knife at its waist. A shearing, burning pain flared in her right fore leg, causing her to jump away from the elf. Deciding it was becoming to problematic, the beast turns her attention to another prey, dashing off after it. Meanwhile the elf she just left behind broke out in a heavy sweat as its muscles began to spasm. Those who know of her curse would know these where the first symptoms of infection, but strangely it was taking hold much faster than it should.

Warren lies upon the floor, his body riddled with shrapnel and blood seemingly pouring out of his wounds.

Cerinii remains pressed up against the bar, wings still acting as a shell of some protection. There was blood, that was for sure. But she remained silent. She was awake, yes. But just silent.

Lirithen complied, for some odd reason, gently lifting himself from the ground and climbing into a slow standing. An arm waved the healers gathered around Arien in gesture for her removal; they knew where to take her. Looking around, watching those able elves preparing to take arms against the wolf and jump her as a group with weapons drawn, the ranger gave a satisfied nod. They got this. Now it was time to leave, as quickly as his still pained form would allow.

Arien rose then, eyes upon the silver headed male, and allowed her escorts to remove her from this place of death to the clinic within her own facilities, where more direct care could be received.

Awne kept hold of Warren's body, cutting and diverting the blood so that she could repair the veins quickly as the shrapenel was pushed out of his body. It was slow going, the poor human had alot to take out. As each small bit or large bit of debris left the body, the feline's magic tended to the area by healing it closed. "Alexanderr?" she said softly to him "Wake up..please?"

Miah :: Another elf goes down, but this time not before landing a blow against her back with its bow, pulling a small yelp from the bloody jaws. The two rolled briefly, a sharp metal edge adding another gash to Miah's body. By this time her once white coat was a wash in so much blood (mostly others, but some her own) that she looked red of color. Finely her maw was able to fasten around the others neck, clamping down to cut its airway off. The beating of its hands grew less and less each time. The elf who was infected arched then crumpled as his body began to shift violently into a wolf. More elves began to draw around Miah, weapons ready to hack and slash at her body when close enough. She decided to release her prey, it passed out from lack of oxygen, in favor of dealing with the new threat. Lunging at the closest, Miah sinks her teeth into its thigh as the bitten slices at her thick fur, cutting bloody furrows each time, but still she would not let go. Just as the others where coming to their comrades aid, another wolf attacked them from behind, drawing their attention away.

Warren cannot hear properly, the sound concussion of the blast having caused a terrible ringing to fill his ears, blood slightly dripping from each as he starts to move somewhat. Pain, indescribable pain, ravages the man's body as he can still feel the effects of broken bones and the burns suffered at the hands of the blast. He was pale now, from his blood loss, and weak. His clothes tattered and torn. Damn prekleks bombs.

Awne shushed the human softly, trying to get him to be still. She wasn't sure he could hear her with the lack of response. Bit by bit the debri finds it's way to the floor, the entry points sealing quickly and healing over. The energy cycles through, never really stopping as it heals one point and moves through to the bones to begin mending there. "Alexanderr, trry to open yourr eyes, but..but don't move"

Miah broke off her attack when the man fell to the floor, seeing others have fallen to the same fate by the recently turned. Those fallen had just begun to show signs of turning. Since no more elves came after her, what which being busy with the growing number of wolves, Miah decides to gather them to her an leave. Head thrown back and muzzle pointed to sky, the blood stained wolf howls. Immediately the other wolves pause their mutilation and turn to look at her. Head lowered once more when only the echo of the howl remains, Miah's green eyes meet each wolf until they look away in submission. She limps out of the destroyed building, six wolves following silently after her.

Awne moves next towards the bar area, the healers were getting people to safety, she only wanted to make sure that her sister was safe..she had to find her.. "Cerri!" she called out again, with smoke clearing and allowing her to be able to see a bit more, at least able to spy the shape by the bar. Moving quickly the feline kneels near the form "Cerri??"

Cerinii was still quiet, but the smoke had settled and was clearing. Shrapnel made from wood and various parts of the Tavern and the bombs were embedded in her wings and legs. She was silent, maybe a little too shocked or tired to speak. She kept her head pressed against the bar.

Awne moves closer, resting beside her as her hands move to the womans arms gently, not touching, she didn't want to scare her, instead the glow moves out to envelop the woman "Cerri..it's me..I'm going to heal you okay?" she said softly, the energy reaching out to dive inward to press the shrapnal out.

Cerinii felt the shrapnel twinge, moving slightly. She shook her head, hand moving to push Awne's away. She chewed her bottom lip harshly, hand determined to keep Awne's away.

Awne stares at the woman "Cerri you need it, you can't let this sit..please, I'll be gentle.."

Cerinii whispered to you, "I can't. It hurts."

Awne sighs softly, her hand moving up to the womans head gently, the glow turning green as she sends energy inward to the nerves, shutting them down from the highest point. "Therre...betterr?" The left hand, still blue, lets the magic flow still, pushing at debri to test it for her.

Cerinii just felt tired, now. With no pain she couldn't stay awake. She closed her eyes and huffed softly, pieces of shrapnel shivering and slowly pushing out. The shrapnel in her wings was more... difficult. The metal mesh in her wings caused some bits of shrapnel to be quite firmly stuck.

Awne sighed as the avian calmed, pushing slowly at the debri she heals after them, much as she had for the human knight. Each peice that fell was soon followed by healing, as the energy left one area, it moved to aid in the rest. By the end, the wings had much of the power the shrapnel being pushed out whether it wanted to go or not the feline was not letting it stay.

Cerinii 's wings gave a little shudder, each piece dropping from her wings. She sighed softly, tired and ready to sleep. She mumbled, "I need to go work." She didn't look at Awne, there was no energy to even open those eyes of hers. She just remained as she was.

Awne shakes her head "not a chance, you arre to go home, and go to sleep. That's an orrderr Cerri frrom yourr healerr. No morre worrk today."

Cerinii 's face creased into a frown, mumbling again, "Nein, nein... I need to work. I have to finish the suits." She paused, mumbling more groggily, "One more suit.. "

Awne shakes her head "Sleep forr two hourrs, then worrk on the suit, then sleep again." she eyes the woman "fairr?"

Cerinii said to Awne, "Nein.. I have to work." She paused to yawn quietly, "Hm.. If I don't work, these suits won't be done."

Awne said to Cerinii, "Cerri they can wait, I will not take no forr an answerr now please do as I say orr I will take drrastic measurres..." the feline knew very well the avian understand what she meant."

Cerinii grumbled, "Hm. I don't care. I need to work." She paused, murmuring quietly; almost in a child-like manner, "Help me up?"

Awne sighs but helps the woman stand "Come on...time to go home." Slowly the feline leads the avian from the debris of the tavern and the nightmare of this behind.

Cerinii just follows Awne, and all that jazz.