RP:Braker And Raziel In The Soph Shop

Background

After Braker's sleepwalking in the Kelay Tavern, Raziel and Braker are brought to the Soph Shop, where Raziel cares for him while his wolf comrade watches the door.

A very confused Braker

Braker is looking for something ,"Boots, shield and my pick ax "

Raziel quirks a brow beneath her mask, never once removing it. "Braker? I don't think you should be moving about..." she tells him in a confused voice, scratching the back of her neck as the raven watches him.

Braker said, "I have seen you somewhere?"

Braker stumbles and falls, tripping over his own feet.

Raziel nods slowly. "Yesterday, in the cave. I just wasn't wearing a mask yesterday." The elf then eeps and goes to him, to help him up. "You ok?!"

Braker said, "What cave?* blood trickles down his neck form under the wraping that could not pulled so tight being on his neck."

Raziel smells the blood and mutters 'Well that's no good...' then she sighs and says "The mining caves. You asked if I would be yours, dear... And then I told you that I couldn't because I was taken by a Drow." Raziel takes bandages out of her own satchel, for she carries it about with her always, and moves to start tending to the wound, for her father taught her to tend wounds despite her blindness.

Braker said, "What cave?* blood trickles down his neck form under the wrapping that could not pulled so tight being on his neck."

Raziel smells the blood and mutters 'Well that's no good...' then she sighs and says "The mining caves. You asked if I would be yours, dear... And then I told you that I couldn't because I was taken by a Drow." Raziel takes bandages out of her own satchel, for she carries it about with her always, and moves to start tending to the wound, for her father taught her to tend wounds despite her blindness.

Braker s companion watches her sadly noting the care that she uses then moves to guard the entrance.

Braker said, "I don’t feel so good."

Raziel continues to tend to Braker's wound and the raven tells Raz of the wolf moving around, a light smile tugging upon the female's lips from behind the mask. "You have a wolf companion?" Raziel feels his forehead and sighs. "Also, what happened to you, dear?"

Braker said, "I don’t know, where am I? Who are you?"

Raziel blinks in confusion at that and takes a deep breath then says slowly "You are at the Soph Shop. Miss Sophie had you brought here so that you can be further healed from whatever happened to you... My name is Raziel."

Braker sitll laying on the floor sraches his neck finding instead her hand iinstead her deilcate hand and holds it for a moment his hand is icey cold. "Throc where is Throc?"

Raziel pats his icy cold hand softly, worried about his condition. "Throc? Oh, you mean the wolf? Throc's here, dear, no worries."

Braker trys to get to his feet and falls in to the bed.

Braker said, ""Wings smouth as ravens claw...." there are no vampires or ghost ...Goblin.""

Braker’s wolf growls at the name Goblin, ears perked eyes go wide and his hare stands .as he now circles about sniffing the air.

Raziel sighs, turning her masked face to the wolf and then back to Braker. "I can't help you, dear, until I know what's wrong..." Raziel turns back to the wolf and asks softly, in a wolf's 'voice', "What has happened to Braker?" she then bites her lip as he falls into the bed, assisting him to laying more comfortably as he rambles. "Oh, dear, vampires are very real..." she mutters, rubbing the crook of her neck, when realization hits her. "You... You were bitten, weren't you?" Raziel turns to Throc. "What's wrong, dear?"

Braker rambles incoherent drifting off in to a sleep of troubled dreams, The wolf Throc tells her in beast speak that the human would not listen and was out late one nightwhen he wasbitten by a red hare woman with pitch black wing like those of her bird companion but much larger, spanning from her shoulders to her feet. The wolf then continues this man is my charge and my station. he is a good soul but does not know it yet himself."

Raziel cocks her head and thinks upon the description. "Is that so? ... Black wings... Well if they were real than I know an avian with such... A bard like myself. But she, I don't believe, was vampiric. Nor would she bite... I'm not so sure entirely who it would have been. I've been bitten many. But this is entirely different from what happens to me." Raziel removes a glove from her hand and gently feels his face, tsking. "I'm afraid when it comes to something like this he just needs his wound to heal, and then has to work through this, or at least I think so... Unless he was forced to drink her blood. I know that if a vampire drains one's blood nearly all the way and forces whomever was forced to drink their blood then the one who drinks the vampire blood is either turned into a Thrall, or a sired vampire... In which case, either way, he'd probably have to serve whoever did so... But only if he drank the vampire's blood… Of course, I’m not 100% on that…"

Raziel Continues To Tend To Braker

Braker sleeps sweating profusely, mutter and stuttering incoherently, the wolf return to his post by the door.

Raziel seeks leaves for a moment to get the water and rag from before. Kneeling beside the bed, she begins to gently wipe off his brow with the water.

Braker is growing very pale more so as he continues to sweat.

Raziel turns her face to the raven as he reports to her of how Braker is looking. The elf bites her lip, unsure of what to do as she's never dealt with something like this before. If only Sophie were here to assist… "Braker, try and fight it... Whatever it is." she tells him softly, continuing to wipe his brow and face.

Braker twitches and shakes one arm over his chest the hand tightening to form a fist , as she says fight, almost as if he could hear her, the other arm reaches its hand to his begins to scratch away at the neck were his bandages are. The wolf growls at the door way.

Raziel shakes her head and tightly, though not painfully, grasps his arm and pulls it from the bandages. "Don't do that, Braker. That's not going to help." Raziel turns her face to the wolf "Throc, is something out there?"

Braker s bandages soke up a large portion of blood more spilling on to the beding and pillow, yet a wraith like form begens to show its self as a crimson aorua that seems to be feeding on his neck.

Raziel backs away slightly as she senses the odd aura. "What the..." the elf thinks on if she has anything and begins to quickly rifle through her satchel trying to find anything that could get rid of whatever latched onto him.

Braker mutter .. there are no vamp....ires g....ods ghos...ts or Goblins." The wolf quickly run to his side and growl and bits at the wraith like form dis ruting the aura as turns into a swirling mass of vapor like blood.

Raziel continues her search as the wolf handles the aura, and then pulls forth a dark colored flute with a black silken tassel. "There you are." she mutters, bringing the flute up to her lips and playing a song. She would carefully lace her bard magics in with the music aiming the magic at the odd aura, now a swirling blood-like vapor, in hopes of getting it to weaken with drowsiness.

Braker lays still his hands holding his to cover or guard his wound then they fall limp to the side of the hospital bed his heavy breathing has stopped. The vapors of blood soon fall to the floor forming a small pool or puddle.

Raziel pauses her flute playing as she hears the light sound of the blood vapor hitting the floor. "Alright, whatever you are... Show yourself already." she says in a wary voice. Then asks Throc in the wolf 'voice' "What's happening?"

Braker lays still , Raziel can now hear shallow breaths from the bed and then a cough. Throc tells her I killed Goblin before, now it is trying to return to this plain, it feed s and grows as it does . there is magic in your song , that repelled it, it won’t relent for long.

Raziel Accidentally Charms Braker With Her Song

Raziel nods to Throc and returns to Braker, still holding to her flute. "I've fought a wraith before... Never anything like this though. Maybe... Though I'm not very strong at it... I could use my song of healing on Braker's wound... At least to stunt the blood flow."

Braker lays still , the blood soaked bandage , staying in place still leaving quite a mess. Throc licks the man’s face and tell Raziel that would help my powers are limited in this form that I was given when I first defeated Goblin ages ago, and banished him from the realm.

Raziel nods and then takes a breath and begins singing a wordless song, her singing voice like the mixture of an angel's and a siren's. The song is wordless, but laced with healing magics. Should the healing work most, but not all, of Braker's injury will reconnect and the blood will stop flowing forth, though the injury will still be there.

Braker open his eyes and sits up in an instant then coughs and falls back in to the hospidal bed , curlling in to a ball .

Raziel squeaks as she sings, and then shakes her head again. "Braker, don't sit up like that, please. You'll only cause yourself more pain."

Braker charmed and enchanted by her song climbs to his feet and hugs her then sits on the floor at her feet, trembling as does so.

Raziel hugs the man lightly back "You're welcome... Now come on, dear, back to bed." the elf says in her usual soft tone, trying to help the trembling man back into the hospital bed carefully.

Braker charmed / enchanted by her song , as it still hold it power over him begins to worship her then tells her of the horrors of his dreams . Now hearing her words does exactly as he is told as if she were some deity.

Raziel listens to him carefully, patting his arm softly. "Everything's going to be ok, Braker... Sleep now, though, ok?"

Braker reaches up taking her hand in his own and holds it to his chest as he lays in the bed, she can feel his heart beat growing stronger and faster , soon it feels as if it would beat right out of his chest his eyelids flutter and he twitches then begins to snore.

Raziel purses her lips as she feels his heart, then softly sings a lullaby-like song to him in hopes of calming his heartbeat so that he might sleep peacefully. "Good night, Braker." she adds softly.