RP:Induction

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This is a Healer's Guild RP.


Xzavior enlists the help of Agoyoanye to help heal Sabrina while in an unconscious state. This leads into the appointment of the Healer’s Guild Deputy position”

House of Ara, Larket

Upwards from the river bank lays a small path to The House of Ära. The details of this place are plain and not overly extravagant. Everything seems to have a place, and everything that has a place is in its place. The well-kept artifacts are random, not fitting any motif other than being of a magical nature. The items here are protected; unwelcome hands of thieves are sure to be met with a sting they will not likely forget. Located in the center of this room is a table meant for a large piece of Text, it appears to have been moved… Once a home to the Book of Ära, the House of Ära has been remodeled to take in Larket’s wounded… There is a long hall that faces north; at the end of the hall is an extravagant washroom complete with a large round tub approximately three feet deep and possibly six foot across and accessible to clean and soak the wounded. The door on the left belongs to the owner of this house; the door on the right appears to be a guest room. The kitchen is off center to the south and it smells like food is cooking. There is a shelf with colorful bottles lining all the way to its depths, stay awhile and have a drink.

Sabrina is here, unconscious and wounded, suffering internal injuries as a direct reflection of Rohk’s battle with Banto in RP:When Hell Calls


Xzavior had already sent out the letter to Agoyoanye after getting to Ara and was by Sabrina's side the whole time. Watching over and taking care of her as he could, but as it were he wasn't god enough to take care of something like this at the moment and thought it would be better to get someone who could then go through a trial by fire. Xzavior was calm though for being in a situation like this but that didn't mean he wasn't worried out of his mind. The door to Sabrina's bedroom was open for Agoyoanye when she came in, they both would be found there.

Agoyoanye had heard through the grape vine of healers that their was someone in need at this house of healing, so on her way to it she went. As the plump vampire walked through Larket she kept her eyes alive for the bandits who thought she would be a easy target. When out of the town the vampire let out a sigh of relief and swayed her way the rest of the way. "Hello" she called out when reaching the open door. "Are you Xzavior?" She asked raising her thin brow and a hand to her curved hip.

The Elfess lay in the bed, placed there looking peaceful as if Xzavior expected her passing. Agoyoanye would have passed a pacing hound just outside the house; Ara did not harbor an entrance large enough for the distraught hound. He’d have given her some concern but allowed her to pass freely. Once inside Ago would find the two needing her, and it was unlike anyone to call someone for the Ardent now unconscious in her own bed. But, she had never taken a damage like this before, on handed off by accident due to a bond with the very hellbeast she had passed on her way in. It was a magical wound, dark magic at that; the Druid could not combat a curse, especially one that hit so hard and with such fury. It was after all meant to take down a citizen of the seven hells… Mihael had since absorbed the magic aspects of the curse, but in her current state the Elfess was not able to heal herself as the mind had left the body in all its suffering. She lay there, blankly staring upward, her eyes blackened to full sclera.

Xzavior looked up when Agoyoanye came into the room and came to a stand to greet her, "I am, yes. But it is Sabrina I feel like we should focus on." He didn't intend to be rude, but as it were he was rather anxious to make sure that she was going alright. "I wasn't there to see what exactly happened but it seems that all the damage is internal." He motioned to Sabrina and took a pace back expecting her to get to work right away but kept an eye on her the whole time. He thought of going out and reassured the hound if he wasn't concerned about Sabrina himself. Grabbing her bags she normally took in route he would head out the door, knowing Sabrina would have some concern if she woke up and her routes weren’t tended to. The hound would accompany him, knowing her errands well so the Naga could hit each clinic and return in a timely manner.

Agoyoanye had dropped her bag and started writing down the notes that the man was stammering off at her, she hated when they started naming what happened before she had her pen from her bun. A deep sigh came from the chest of the woman as she learned of the magical properties that had been used against the Druid. "Alright" she said slipping her notes into her coat pocket. "So the magic is doing damage to the innards correct? And you Mihael have removed the magic but hers is low so she cannot re-heal herself?" Her wide hips swayed as she walked to the woman's bedside. "Sabrina I am Dr. Agoyoanye DeSange, but most call me Ago.." Her hand fell against the pale cheek of the elf, her skin clammy. "I need to know what type of spell so I can counter react it.."

Mihael was seated off to the side, his head hung low, his breathing ragged. "I withdrew what I could....my life... her health..." He spoke in bursts as it physically hurt him to talk. The healing process he used to help Sabrina took from the his very life force and drained him. "Help her...cant reheal..." He uses his staff to bring himself to his feet. "Needs energy....can't risk it in my state..." She would have no clue what he was rambling about, the hermit knew however if he was stronger he would be able to help. At the moment though he needed rest. "Help her...I need her..." He suddenly falls over and lands on a nearby chair. "...save...her.."

Sabrina’s eyes didn’t even twitch when the female places her hand just there. The elfess stared blankly above her, full black sclera and wide eyed with zero response to outside stimuli. The small frame in the bed was dressed from neck to toe, still donning her day-garb right down to her boots which muddied the white linens beneath her. She was clammy and burning up; without the proper amount of energy her body could only sustain this level of living, and not improve it. She needed that small burst, a jumpstart to wake her senses.

Agoyoanye stepped back to watch the man, and when he fell Ago gasped. "Magic was deferred" she mumbled to herself as she went to her potion bag. It rattled as the plump woman scanned through the various voles until she come upon a glowing purple content. "Aha" she said pulling a fresh syringe out of a pack. The vial in her hand was viciously shook which caused her whole body to jiggle. "This will repair the damage" her hands steady as she draws from the vial and sticks it to the patient’s vein.

Mihael manages to climb to his feet, his stubborn side refusing to give in and jusg lay there. "She needs....back away....when it happens... make me grab....the entity." His words would not make sense completely until he walked over to the bed. "Sabrina, I'm sorry." A deep breath and he begins to concentrate focusing upon his magic. In doing so the ebon chains begin to glow slightly with gold flecks. "Be ready." He says to the vampire, he is not happy with her being here but it was for his friend that he would tolerate the presence. As he finishes his words the man takes Sabrina's hand in his own. Instantly he begins to scream in pain as the touch itself began to drain him of his magic. His body shakes violently as he fights to stay on his feet. The chains binding him now glow brightly as the flecks of gold become brigjter and brighter. Mihael can feel the beast inside him seeping through and he fought as best he could to keep him at bay. Should the magic transfer combined with the injection bring Sabrina back, the overflow would lead to his energy manifesting itself as The Other as it refered to itself. Screams of pain fill the place as Smokey peaks through a window, the phoenix concerned about everyone in the home. Mihael can only hope Ago grabs his hand breaking the connection and helps his grab ahold of the manifestation should it appear.

Sabrina’s body lurches up; her back arching as she inhales sharp and deep. The eyes don’t change, a key indicator to any who knew her that she was not in control of the flow currently energizing her form. Her mouth opens, letting out a scream that pierces the heavens. It was a wretched noise that took her full new breath before she begins a labored rhythm of lung function. Her eyes were wide, unblinking but the twitches of REM were vivid enough. A flash of memories floods her; old wounds forming and healing in succession as the contents are forced through her vein and she relives each one. By the looks of what little flesh could be seen she had survived more injuries than her normally flawless flesh would foretell. Her eyes come to focus between the ones administering the source of her awakening and down to the needle itself. The kick of both treatments working in unison caused her heart to race, she pulls away from Mihael and moves to push Agoyoanye away from her, ripping the needle from her flesh. She woke up swinging, her attempt to get out of the bed left her planted to the floor as her brain had yet to tell the legs it was time to move. She seemed very much not herself, unsure of the circumstances that brought her in this room and no immediate recollection of how she came to be in this state. She was confused, any touch to her skin right now would be awarded with an intense fear; a fear powerful enough to put a human in cardiac arrest. She needed calmed and where was Ro anyway?

Agoyoanye watches as the lycanthrope pushed his way to the female and took ahold of her hand, this was when Ago pushed the syringe deep into her vein and released the liquid. The moments seeped by like sap from a tree until the violent thrashing of the woman, caused the doctor to step back. The bond between the man was broke, and the woman looked as if she was lost. Fear was playing in her eyes, and it was taken as a note in the pad Ago had. "Sabrina?" She asks softly allowing her fangs to rest on her lips. A deep breath was inhaled as she smelled for the traces of magic in the blood of the woman. It was being chased out, but how had the damage affected her?

Mihael looked up his eyes rolling into the back of his head, as Sabrina would see the visions and memories, his body would begin opening up, old wounds that had long been healed came to be. The magical surge kept him in place until it was broken. The hermit falls back and lands upon his face, his heart still beating but unconcious. The chains continued to glow, despite the connection being broken. Mihael lay there while Smokey began to shriek outside, tars running from his eyes and he burst his head through the window and nudged the man over and over. The tears that fell upon his wounds helped to close them up but not fully heal him. It seems that this wasnt the first time something like this had happened. Looking at Sabrina the bird shrieks again and pushes against her with his beak.

Sabrina’s mouth was open, eyes squinted shut as she clutched her gut and twisted upon the floor. The natural ability was kicking in, but the force of both energies overloading her system were making the progression at such an accelerated speed; the faster the heal, the more painful it was. Tears bled through the creases of sealed folds and her agonized whimper would have been painful for any to watch whether they cared for her or not. She sought comfort with the unknown female there, clutching at her form but still sure not to actually grace her with her flesh- to share a pain like this the Elfess wouldn’t wish it on her worst enemy. It would pass in time; her body would take care of itself with no regard to the vessel that operated it. For now she half lays down, propping herself on the poor Vampire’s plump form to curl semi-fetal along the floor. Hidden eyes would have returned to a more concentrated and minty hue, though silently drifting upon the woman’s lap it would likely go unnoticed. Her body would still twitch now and again, remnant desires for relief as her body took to healing in her sleep. It would be up to the Vampiress to tend to the tormented Ancient. It would seem his good deed left him in a position he needed tending to. The elfess could be left where she was, the more dire attention now turned to the Lycan in desperate need.

Agoyoanye slowly strokes the woman's head a it lays against her. This was not what she had expected when she entered this room, and the elder now needed her help. Carefully the 5'7 woman picked up the elf and laid her back to the bed. A prayer graced her lips as she stepped towards the man and his Phoenix, the bird like creature was in obvious distress of his owners ailments. "Alright, I am going to help him... Don't attack me.." The cinnamon hues of the woman searched the body of the lycanthrope and taking mental note of all his pains. She hadn't healed by hands in so long, and the last time she had caused more damage instead of reversing it. Her bag had a ointment in it that may help, and maybe a vial of Trevor's emergency elixir would help. The vampire was at her bag and back to the side of the fainted man in a moment. Her hands removed the lid of the ointment and threw it like a disc across the room. It smelled of aloe, sage, and something minty as she rubbed it in her hands to make it activate. "It's going to make him burn" she said to the only awake thing besides her.