RP:Battle for the Children: Team A

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Part of the Rise_of_Larket Arc


The first part of this RP can be found here.

Summary:: Emerus and Sparky head Western of Larket in hopes of recovering a child alive from the fermin, later meet back up with Artia.

Searching the West Side of Larket.

Emerus slowed down, watching his step and searching every place he knew something could be hiding. The chase lead to the banks of the Vibrance river, allowing for some muddy prints to be found. He took the opportunity to hide behind a tree after hearing a rustle in the leave ahead. Readying his bow, he looked to Sparky, motioning for him to hide as well. Voices could be heard of the Fermin ahead, their language hard to understand. The wood elf gritted his teeth shot out from behind the tree and let loose an arrow, hitting a fermin in the back. The hit fermin fell to the ground with a few gurgles and gasping, dropping a wind up toy that had been taken from the child clinging to it. The rest of the fermine ran off, leaving their fallen brethern behind, "Stop! Come back here you cowards. It's time you go back to where you belong!" His voice is deep, yet soft and musical. Slowly he approached the dead rat and picked up the toy and stared at it with quivering eyes. The toy is stained with blood.

Sparky walked up to the fallen roden. "Nice shot." He said with a calm demanor to it. Kneeling down to the dying animal he looked into its eyes, before planting a finger on its chest restarting its heart, "do we wanna try interogation, i can keep it alive for sometime before it bleeds to death."

Emerus looks to Sparky, I don't think this one could even talk properly if we did. It's best to leave him here and move on. I don't care if this one suffers a slow death. He deserves it. Everyone does if they want to prey upon children, especially sickly ones. We need to hurry, if we tary any longer, we may find a grousome scene." He sighed and looked around, finding that north is the only way to go from here.

Sparky nodded preparing to leave, when it did occur to him, there was something he could do. He stuck two finger to the dying corpses head and sent a jolt through, and then a draw. Getting up and then running after him he left the brain dead corpse to rot.

Emerus moved on to the next scene, greeted by a red tower. He looked up at it and let his eyes fall down to the base, where there lied a scene that made his heart feel like it skipped a few beat as a peircing scream of agony and pain met his ears. He froze for a minute, shocked by the sight that met him. He grabbed for an arrow and shot it at the rat on the left, but the creature was too fast and dodged the arrow. He left his companion behind, racing towards the elf, claws and teeth knashing in hunger to sink into the wood elf flesh.

Sparky instinctivily raised his hand unleashing a bolt of energy that smashed into the rodent, which before it could even scream collapsed into a pile of smoking charred bomes just a few feet from emerus.

Emerus closed his eyes at the sudden apperance of the bolt, only to look upon the skeletal remains of the rat creature, pretty much laying at his feet. He looked up to Sparky and nodded his head in appreciation and pointed to the one rat left behind. It was too late for the boy, the child bleading out slowly from the bites he had endured on the chase out here. Emerus felt anger rise up in him, and he took the opportunity to aim carefully, taking a deep breath and letting go of another arrow. Once it was loose, he didn't move from the position he was in, but waited, like it was all in slow motion, for it to hit the rat in the throat. It kept him from chewing on the child anymore. Quickly, Emerus removed his quiver as well as his cloak and raced to the childs side, pushing the fabric against the side of the child where he bled out. For now this would stop the flow for a moment, but he would have to race the child back to the witch. With little effort, he picked the child up and held him close to his chest, the crimson liquid coating his chest now. "We need to leave now. This child is alive but just barely. With the help of the woman, he should make it....." he said to Sparky and took off without another word. Course he did stop to pick up his bow and quiver, the two things he would not be seen without.

Road to the Town Square... Sparky eventually caught up with emerus, "i think i have a way we can give him more time."

Emerus kneeled down once he got back to the road, laying the child down, he pressed his hands against the childs side to keep him from bleeding out. In hushed tones, "Don't let this child die... Don't let him die like this...." He hung his head, "If you know something I don't, then do it. Don't let him die." The wood elf, though he is a lover of Drow, had a soft spot for children, and would remain in Larket to fight the fermin, for the pain and misery they have caused. It's almost like the wood elf was crying, but doing his best to hide his tears.

Sparky hated seeing children like this it grieved his heart, he remembered when he had been innocent like this once and how he had seen his family eaten, he wouldn't let this happen to this one. Remebering what he had to do one time he focused and raised his hands over the blood on the child, its blood, rolling his eyes in the back of his he scanned for the plague in the blood. Energy surged at his finger tips, as he changed its frequencies at high speed, until he found the proper one, and saw the plague burst and exploded and die. Quickly running his hands over the childs body he eradicated the plague from the child, and then switching frequencies he ran his hand over the child and before emerus eyes the childs wounds faded. Sparkys eyes closed and he fell back in a faint exausted.

Artia saw the two of the five from earlier, looking to thron as if to apologize. The witch shot off to kneel beside the child, looking at Emerus. "You two did amazing, thank you. She can still be saved, I need to get her to the sickbay. Ikked and the other healers are there they will be able to save her life." She looked between each person, then back to the elf. "The guard up by Lucy's shop can take you there. Hurry now, we need to spare his life. Such a little fighter.." her eyes flooded with tears once she saw the elf being so caring, touching her stomach for a brief moment before raising to her feet. She was reminded of the miscarriage of her recent child. Wiping her eyes quickly, offering them a soft tender smile the best she could. "Please...if you need me I am Artia, Larket's Apothecary. I will send word to Sabrina about this night."

Emerus wrapped his arms around the child once more and held him close, not really wanting to let him go. With Sparky's help, Emerus rose to his feet, wrapped the cloak tighter around the child to keep him warm, and headed to the sickbay. He could feel their heart beat faintly but could still tell the child is sick. His strides were quick and long, covering distance at a slower pace, just to make sure the child was alright. "I am Emerus. Well, that's what I was called growing up. Is there anything you can do, Artia.... to ease the pain he's in?" he asked as he headed the direction he needed to go.

Thronnel looked on, unaffected by the sight of the dying child. He was much more interested in what the green thing was doing. He wouldn't have taken the creature for a healer. He strode up and nudged the unconscious eel with his foot. Passing out after a spell? Amateur. Still, magic was magic. What exactly was this absurd creature?

Sparky cast a tired glance at thronnel, speaking softly in tired way he managed. "Not magic... Sci...ence." And he closed his eyes pooped.

Artia shook her head at the elf, "No not til the child is in the sickbay, but they have my potions they will know what to do. I have to stay out here and see if the others return safely. Hurry go." She looked at Sparky and sighed, the power creature...he was exhausted. Artia stood there for a moment before she turned and headed towards the main center of Larket.

Emerus didn't stay to even register what was going on. Off he went. No looking back as he hugged the child close to him.