RP:Niawtu's Virus: Day 2
Background
After the first day of working on healing Niawtu, Gwen keeping the connection for an entire night, others come to assist.
Rowen comes along to pray to all the gods and goddesses that she can.
Rowen Starts Her Prayers
Rowen the deluded lil' rat priestess rolls her blessed hamster ball into the Shrine to the Sea Gods. Leaving her fine spherical carriage respectfully near the foyer, with a sympathetic glance at the creature that was once, and may well again be dear sweet Niawtu. She heads over to the sacred pool of sea water to pay her respects to the gods before beginning work.
Niawtu is sitting perfectly still in the same position from last night, her eyes haven't blinked once, nor has the color of either eye changed. As the battle continues on within her she notices nothing outside of her body. Gwen has remained working hard all night, and Brina fell into an exhausted slumber...
Ranok || The soldiers stationed outside the temple allow Rowen passage. Through the barricades that are still being hastily thrown together from dirt put into sandbags, wood taken from anything (including a very upset fruit vendor) that they could get their hands on, and other things. The two hulking monstrosities of metal click and whir as they literally topple a tree for some extra wood and barricading. The city of Rynvale wouldn't be overly pleased with the destruction, but what were they going to do about it? In the short time frame they needed such things, it would suffice. After that, it would be dealt with. Ranok himself sits inside the temple, surveying the healers assembled with weary gray eyes.
Rowen drops a pretty shiny sparkly Admin Collectors Card Holographic-Hans shield into the sacred sea pool, hoping the gods will like the way the light reflects many different colours from its surface. This respectful votive offering made, the tiny high priestess of Daedria, next goes for a swim in the blessed brine pool, to return to the main part of feeling spiritually cleansed and renewed and looking like a drowned rat.
Niawtu lets out a growl, and winces as the darkness causes a cut to form upon her left cheek, it is fairly deep and shaped like a wolf fangs bite. However, Niawtu seems to be continually concentrating upon trying to fight back the virus... Every so often she gets an appearance as though the virus is trying to force her to shout, be she seems to be holding that back rather decently... Not wanting severed vocal chords and all.
Rowen begins to pray, starting with the big man himself the boss, the big cheese, the real McCoy Sven. "Oh mighty Sven, wisest of all the gods, most respected God of All Hollow, Archmage of the Xalious Frontier, protector of your people, and lots of other stuff that I don't have time to mention just now. Please hear the prayer of this humble priestess. I beseech thee oh omnipotent Sven to help heal this poor creature, who was once a sweet innocent child, Niawtu. To help her friends drive all evil influences from her body, that she may grow up untainted by the terrible evil which has corrupted her."
Ranok snorts. The mixture of weaving sanity and sincerity coming from Rowen was amusing. There wasn't any other way to describe it. He doesn't move, however, to avoid interfering with any of the proceedings. His job was to stay put. Johnny, who had hauled the now unconscious Roy off to the side rather schmoozes over back to the machine where he had gotten his namesake from. Or vice versa. Ranok was never clear on whom was named after whom.
Niawtu twitches slightly, her black colored eye, with the silver iris, suddenly turns back to Nia's normal eye, but soon the darkness slides back into it. It would be highly noticed that there is a deep puddle of ink-like black blood forming on her right side, the brand was losing most of the blood. It would be highly unadvised not to touch this 'blood'... At one point Nia takes a deep breath, as though she's about to shriek, but then after another shudder and a bristling of hair, she releases her breath in a hiss of air.
Awne sat still, her magic pulsating within the light to help in the battle, strengthening the light to continue to fight, and encircling the light to stave off some attacks; attempting to do both was fairly draining, as witnessed by the slowly drooping flower in the pot, giving it's all to ensure the feline wouldn't have to draw on her own energy just yet. The more time she had to wait for it the better she could ration it out. Her features twitch at the darkness attacking and the poor girl within. Her free hand moves to rest hovering near the girls side, splitting energy to search the body for more physical means to dispose of, perhaps if there was less within the darkness would have little to hold onto.
Tysinni || There's the brief sounds of a scuffle and a couple of yells outside the shrine before a strange sight enters. A rather tall, muscular, thoroughly disreputable looking man in scruffy clothes is hauling a fuming Tysinni behind him. The poor thief is being half carried and half dragged along the marble walkway of the shrine, her voice strident but low enough that she's not interfering with anything that might be happening with Nia. "Hey! I told you I could do it myself…" The half-elf smacks at the man with her free hand, trying futilely to get him to release her. "Let go, you miscreant! This is not how you treat an associate." As the strange duo nears the main part of the shrine, where everyone else is, he finally releases Ty, letting her slump against a nearby pillar. Tall, with black hair and green eyes, the man in question badly need a shave and some clean clothes. It was obvious he had been up to no good. The now released thief glares heavily at him, before whispering something in scathing tones. The man looks none to impressed. A moment later, he gives her a sarcastic bow and heads for the door. "Stupid Colm anyways…." Ty continues muttering to herself as she pulls her exhausted body up and towards the healers, falling to the floor quietly on the outskirts of the 'circle.'
Rowen :: The very sincere little rodent priestess next prays to Hind the God of Nature "Oh mighty Hind, god of nature, friend and lord of the ascended Lauria , like that time Lauria helped restore the trembling tree in enchantment, and the Queen of Craughmoyle was there, not me, the other Queen of Craughmoyle Myrall, she told me all about it and gave me some watermelon...anyhow I digress.... Oh wonderful life protecting. balance enhancing Hind the patron of the druids, who helps like trees and nettles, thistles brambles and stuff grow, who protects all living beasts from the humblest mosquito to the greatest...er the greatest...er the greatest rat. I beseech thee oh Hind, god of the living world, to help heal this poor creature, who was once a sweet innocent child, Niawtu. To help her friends drive all evil influences from her body, that she may grow up untainted by the terrible evil which has corrupted her.
Ranok casts an eye to Ty as she entered. He didn't think he recognized the soldier that hauled her in. He'd have stern words with letting people through the barricade, even if they were with someone already allowed through. He didn't think he had to resort to the password system, but it seems so. Sword would slide out of its sheath with nary but an oiled whisper. There was no audible sharpness there, no scraping of dramatic metal. But then Nia resided and the sword eases back. The man has not changed expression at all in the time he'd been there. Like stone, as per usual for him.
Niawtu shudders, once more, as more black blood releases through some wounds. If one was close enough, or had strong enough hearing, they’d hear Vuryal’s name hiss out from her black lips, but it has a sound as though the darkness that made the attempt to call out was being choked back. A growl flows forth from her mouth and a dark fog moves beneath her skin, but just as quickly as it started it’s gone. She could sense all the help that was being pushed outward to help, but the battle still seemed a long way off. Quite suddenly a large wound seems to slash through her throat, though it misses anything important and wasn’t all together deep. But the child lets out a shriek of pain, though it’s not a very loud one. For a moment the child’s eyes start to close, as though she’s giving up. But then they shoot open again and seem to concentrate even more, though her eyes are still giving out an immensely distant stare.
Awne 's eyes snap open at the scream the free hand moving sharply to the girls throat and pushing healing energy to the wound to close it, less she bleed out completely. Now that she was watching she takes notice of the blood along the floor and frowns, sending short waves of healing through the body to close open wounds, then stimulate the body’s ability to produce blood. The poor girl was going to need all the strength her body and mind could give.
Tysinni sits straight up, staring at Nia after hearing the scream. The thief was sickened at the sight of that blood running from the child. Having forgotten her earlier worries, she's back to being singularly focused on her adopted sister and the healing being done. She cursed the fact that she had already given her strength the night before. She was so exhausted, she didn't have the strength to do more than watch anymore.
Brina didn't have much energy but whatever she had she was giving to Nia. By now I assume she has been caught up as to what was happening and, though she wanted to do more than she was able, she wasn't fool enough to move closer to Nia and muck everything up. No, now was the time of waiting and lending energy which is just what she's doing.
Rowen ::The three pawed cleric, having just mentioned her much loved friend Myrall in her prayer to Hind, is inspired to pray next to the fierce, warrior, dwarven, high Goddess who is most loyally served by Myrall as her high priestess. "Oh brave Loda Goddess of Weapons & Magic. Oh great goddess who is respected and worshipped by almost all the dwarves even, the ones who also worship Kanos. Because you know one thing you can say about dwarves is they have a load of common sense and they ain't going to put all their eggs in one basket religion wise...anyhow.... I beseech thee oh Loda, to help heal this poor creature, who was once a sweet innocent child, Niawtu. To help her friends drive all evil influences from her body, that she may grow up untainted by the terrible evil which has corrupted her."
Ranok motions for Brina to come to him. He would hold the woman to help keep her calm, and give her comfort. His emotions had been placed aside for the duration of the healing, but that didn't mean he couldn't see others being worried or suffering. He'd given Gwen all the energy he could spare. The rest was to the healers, unless he started telling his soldiers to do the same and risk weakening their defenses.
Niawtu || As Awne heals the wounds releasing the black blood, more seem to open. It appears as though these wounds were a way of releasing the darkness in a physical form… Though it was, indeed, making quite the mess along her arms, the ropes and chains, and the shrines flooring. However, when the cut along her throat is healed the child’s body seems to relax a tiny bit. After the throat injury is healed Niawtu coughs a bit, but other than that, she seems fine. The battle between her and the virus continues within herself. Were one to explain the battle, it is similar to a smaller white wolf facing a larger raven-black one. Both have equal amounts of wounds gracing their flesh, but when Awne heals Niawtu’s injuries it seems to strengthen the white wolf more… The prayers from Rowen also appear to be working, because it is keeping her motivated and moving. Niawtu coughs a bit more. As she fights she hears Rowen’s prayers, and quickly forces out the words “Mother… of All….” That was the deity that she and her sister, Gwen, both loved and admired… When Gwen had done a small amount of work on Nia two nights previously the Great Mother, as Nia knew her, was helping. Niawtu’s voice was raspy, and sounded stranded, but she felt that it would help for Rowen to know of another goddess to pray to.
Awne watched the relaxing of the one wound healed, her energy helping to strengthen the spirit letting her own the healing was working, the prayers as well it seemed, more so by the forced words. Her flower withered quicker from the energy she was using until it was nothing but a dead stick and dirt, the green thread of energy gone leaving only the feline's own. She breathes deep and opens her energy splitting the magic to the spirit by the hand at the girls arm, and healing by the hand near her throat, slow waves of healing to the body to heal the wounds that appear.
Tysinni was busy trying to lend her thoughts to those prayers and such that we're filling the shrine. It was maybe one of the first times the thief ever regretted not doing something different with her life. Ty felt quite helpless, watching black blood drip from Nia's body and the torture everyone was going through. Pulling her legs up to her chest, she wraps her arms around them, resting her head on her knees and praying for maybe the first time in her life. Praying to any god or goddess that might hear her. Praying for her adopted sister.
Brina walks slowly over to Ranok, a bit of her feeling quite silly going to a man for help. That wasn't who she had been. Going back to her home had reminded her of all the things she had given up coming here. Staying here. With a small smile she allows herself to be wrapped up in Ranok's arms. For now, her mind goes blank.
Rowen wipes her brow with her single forepaw, all this holiness can quite tire a lil' rat out. She takes a break for a minute or two, and drinks a little, sadly cold coffee from a water skin to help revive her and focus her mind. The priestess is sure the benevolent gods will not begrudge her this small break to recuperate in-between prayers, after all she is only hum..er only a rat. The high priestess of Daedria refers to a list she made back in the days when she was a pupil of Marcellus, the much respected high priest of Kanos. Dear kind, wise, Marcellus had taught the -then human....now rodent- priestess at the personal request of the goddess Daedria herself, how to be a priestess, how one should have great respect for all of the gods of light and not just for one's own patron. The rat now prays to Arkhen God of Light and of Honor Patron of brave and valiant Paladin's and of the ascended Olric. Oh Arkhen, great warrior god, patron of my dear friends Valkor the winged giant, and Kelovath of Larket. Oh yeah, and you were also patron of my dearly departed friend Guerin. Guerin was really kind to me, he used to throw slices of water melon at me , and once poured a cup of cold tea all over me in Kelay tavern, and it did my fur no end of good. Oh Arkhen, please hear the prayer of this humble priestess. I beseech thee oh Arkhen, to help heal this poor creature, who was once a sweet innocent child, Niawtu. To help her friends drive all evil influences from her body, that she may grow up untainted by the terrible evil which has corrupted her."
Ranok quietly strokes Brina's head while she lies in his arms. He'd never say, but he wanted her close for as much his own comfort as hers. He wasn't completely immune to those pesky things called human needs, after all.
Niawtu can almost feel the prayers that Tysinni sends forth, as she battles more. All this love, all this light, all the family and friends helping each other. It seems to almost drown the darkness. One might notice a single, silvery, tear fall from Nia’s left eye and freeze softly to her skin. Within herself she works double time to try and, in a way, rip out the throat of the dark virus that had infested itself within her body. Over and over, again and again, she reaches out to slash at it. One might hear her continually whisper, like a slight airy hiss, “Love, family, friends, peace, trust, strength.” Over and over. At some points, one might even notice, a white aura and a black one seems to leap off of her skin and push and slash at each other. The battle seems to have hit its climax. Willing that there’d be no interruptions, it seems to be do or die time in this battle…
Kumorohyou stands where he had been since the beginning of Nia's healing process, in close proximity to the seal with his armoured fingers laced together as he channels his energy into keeping her safe and in coordinating with the others.. For those who had arrived, the large rune that helps hold the girl in place, as well as block any sound from going in or out, has a hexagonal frame and a complex, fractal-based design in the center. A low hum is emitted from the exotic shaman's throat, the sound feeling as if it were made of multiple pitches as it pulsates in intensity.
Tysinni quietly slumps over on the floor, what strength she had kept back finally leaving her. Who knew praying could take such a toll? She lays quietly on the floor, cheek pressed against the cool marble floor as she watches the scene as well as she can, struggling to remain conscious. She had given everything she had to Nia. Now she had to wait.
Brina nestles herself against Ranok so that she wouldn't have to see what else went on. She loathed seeing Nia in pain and, truthfully, she wanted to run away. But she stayed. Gods know why, but she stayed.
Roytoc still lie unconscious he had been next to Niawtu and where Gwen was as well, he didn't know if she was still present, really didn't know anything at the moment, except a wavery ringing in his ears and a pain at the back of his head, The man was now off to one side, out of the way of the work, Johnny had most likely moved him there. The man's skin had taken on an ashen-purple-ebony hue, and his body lay somewhat crumpled, he had given nearly half his life-energy to Gwen and had given her all his abilities that sapped his mana. Deep in his unconscious mind he hoped things were going well, though he knew with as many healers that had been present things would be. So there Roy lay, in his sleeveless-silken black shirt, his thin black linen pants, his dust-worn riding boots, and his hair shrouding most of his face; He was out, and who knew when he was coming to.
Rowen checks her list of gods and goddess again. Next she prays to Cyris the God of Freedom and Independence and the Patron of Kanos the ascended. "Oh Cyris, many times have I prayed in your peaceful chapel in Larket, also I have heard recently that of several paladins of Cyris abroad in the evil-infested world doing all your good work, trying to protect and free people, just like we are trying to free this poor little lycan kid from the terrible corruption what Vuryal did to her, you see. One of them paladins of Cyris is a draconian lady, Marcellus told me about her Vzasel, Valzec, Vaseza....some weird V name, anyhow oh omniscient Cyris you don't need this humble priestess to tell you the name of one of your own paladins. As I was saying... I beseech thee oh Cyris to help heal this poor creature, who was once a sweet innocent child, Niawtu. To help her friends drive all evil influences from her body, that she may grow up untainted by the terrible evil which has corrupted her."
Ranok feels the need to pace, but doesn't. That would disturb Brina out of his lap, and the woman was in a precocious position as it was. Losing Nia was hard for her, and Ranok could do little but offer his comfort.
Niawtu looks a little like she’s going to be sick, but who can blame her? She was doing a very good job for such a small creature. But, this battle was beginning to take it’s toll on the child. At one point the child’s breath pauses, and she coughs. Gwen wouldn’t have to move, she wasn’t going to throw up or anything, but the cough had caused some black blood to come forth from her mouth. Though, she was not injured internally. Moreover, it seems to show that the virus was caused by biting or ingesting something… The child’s body shudders a bit, once more, but the battle never ceases nor dies down within her. Several low growls escape her throat, they sound demonic and pained. One would assume that the good side of Nia was taking the virus down… However, and unfortunately, it would be noticed that (at literally any second) the virus appeared to be doing something, anything in fact, to make the child shriek loud enough for its master to hear… This becomes apparent when there is a suddenly, sickly cracking noise from the right black-blood covered forearm of Nia’s. The darkness had forced one of her bones to snap in half, and the minute it does Nia’s eyes grow wide. She, indeed, looks as though (if not stopped in some way) that she’s going to shriek out in sheer pain. However, it –does- appear that she is trying her hardest to hold it back… Though she’s never experienced a broken bone in all her life.
Awne 's ears snapped back to her head at the sound of bone breaking, eyes wide as she shifts her left hand towards the other arm channeling healing energy to the arm quickly to draw the bone back in and back into place, stimulating the healing process to reattach the item and seal the wound. But she couldn't stop her from crying out, that would take more hands than she had. The right hand on the girls arm channels the last of the reserve she had been using to the girls spirit to re-strengthen the light, opening another reserve to begin using and build barriers to give the girl a moment to rest and catch her breath.
Kumorohyou looks to the girl's bone as it shatters, the shaman kneeling and reaching down with both hands, touching the outer edge of the seal. As his skin makes contact, the rune begins to draw power directly from the panther's vast Spirit. Had anyone been able to sense it with precision, it would feel as if a vast ocean of power was being carefully poured into a river. A soft whirring sound emanates from the seal, and as Nia sits at the center, those same pale lines of turquoise begin to zigzag along her skin, supplying a healing force and raw power to the young girl. ~Take this as my gift to you, little one.~
Roytoc slowly began to stir, his eyes opening lethargically, they were the natural burning red of his race, for his mental prowess had been lent to Gwen. He watched the scene before him, his mind not yet comprehending the events unfolding, he coughed roughly, his whole being sore, "What's going on?" He asked in a gravely rough voice, it was pointed to no one in particular.
Rowen moves her paw, rather wearily down her list of deities to pray to, but she is not disheartened, she truly believes the benevolent gods will definitely help, are definitely helping the unfortunate Niawtu become a normal child once more. After taking another sip from her water skin of cold coffee, the rat begins her prayer to Rowen now prays to Xalious God of Magic Oh Xalious wise patron of mages wizards, witches and all those other strange folks, patron of my dear departed friend Basil. If Basil is up there with you in the afterlife..." Suddenly the little rat priestess’s prayers are interrupted by a the sickening sound of young bones splintering in a greenstick fracture, and a cry of utter agony from the poor little lycan child. Rowen is about to run over and start to heal the suffering little one, but before she can do so, it becomes apparent that both Awne and Kumorohyou have treating the fracture well in hand so she continues her prayer. "Er where was I, Xalious? Oh, yeah, please say hello to Basil from his loving friend Rowen, he was the best perch and little rat ever had, so kind.." Rowen brushes away a tear. 'Please hear the prayer of this humble priestess. I beseech thee oh Arkhen, to help heal this poor creature, who was once a sweet innocent child, Niawtu. To help her friends drive all evil influences from her body, that she may grow up untainted by the terrible evil which has corrupted her."
Niawtu sighs a bit, releasing the urge to shriek as her bone is set back in place. The child does as Kumorohyou asks, and accepts his strength, although she does so a bit reluctantly. So, on wages the war within the child. Any who can see within her mind, will notice something fabulous. Nia’s white wolf form had caught the virus by part of the throat, therefore ripping out a good chunk of the wraith virus’s throat. Yes, it appears that the child is winning. Who knows how much longer it would be, but one would notice the dark gray skin slowly pulling back a bit. Indeed, her skins coloring was changing for the better!
Awne continued to feed the energy to the girl, glad that the bone was back in place and healed up in such a quick manner. Granted it took most of the energy she had been using to do so in a short amount of time. she opened another reserve within herself, her eyes closing; it was getting harder to hold them open as it was. She drew a steadying breath, forcing herself to remain alert and channel the energy. She knew she had a few more that she could use but she would weaken soon from it. "Good girrl.." she murmurs softly at the change in the tide of the battle.
Kumorohyou offers Nia a warm smile, though it cannot be seen through his visor. ~Keep it up, dear Nia. You can beat this.~
Tysinni is still lying on the cold marble floor. She's distracted by hearing a rough voice from a few feet away. With great difficulty, she turns her head, looking over at Roytoc. Who was now awake. A moment later, she manages to climb to her hands and knees just enough to crawl a bit closer. "We're still fighting and now Rowen showed up." It really didn't need to be said but she felt the need to do something.
Roytoc coughed again, feeling as though blood would soon dribble down his chin, though no blood come from internal trauma, physically nothing was wrong with him, though he felt as if he had fallen down the Xalious mountains… again. He tried to climb to his knees but fell back down with a slap, he groaned a bit and stayed in his prone position, "That's good, that's very good," Roytoc mumbled, looking towards Nia, Gwen, Rowen, Awne, and Kumo.
Rowen lets out a little whoop of joy as she comes to the next name on her list, for it is the goddess whom she loves with all her heart, the deity to who's service she has dedicated her life, dear graceful generous Daedria. The beautiful hobbit beloved of dancers, musicians, singers, artists of all description, and loved most of all by a certain little three pawed rat. "Oh gracious Daedria it has been a couple of hours since last I prayed to you, and I told you then about what we was all doing to help the poor little wolf kid Niawatu what the fiend Vuryal has tried to turn into an evil monster right? So now lots of folks are here protecting and healing her, and I am praying to all the good gods I can remember the names of asking them to help, so can you please help too, dear Daedria, who has always helped her priestess in time of need." She pause then." Oh yeah, I forgot there is a specific wording I am supposed to say at the end of each prayer, I got so comfortable chatting to you dear gentle Daedria, I nearly left it out....I beseech thee oh Daedria, to help heal this poor creature, who was once a sweet innocent child, Niawtu. To help her friends drive all evil influences from her body, that she may grow up untainted by the terrible evil which has corrupted her."
Niawtu feels great power within the encouragement and prayers of all present, and continues to fight the virus back. She manages to get a few more deep blows in the darkness that takes the form of a black wolf within her subconscious. She gets its side, a leg, its forehead. But equally the virus lashes back, causing more cuts to open and spill forth black blood. However, after a while the blood from some of her wounds begins to dull and become red. The child flinches and cringes as some wounds open, but it doesn’t stop her from fighting. She didn’t like being control, and was being as strong as her small body could be. All she wanted, right now, was to be free of this. To have life return to semi-normal. She wanted to tell stories to her friends, Kassy and Sanmichel. She wanted to sing and play music with Gwen. She missed the adventures that she and Ty would go on, and the times she spent with Rowen. She missed helping Brina cook… And, in truth, she even missed Ranok’s overprotective nature. All these things push her to continue fighting back against the virus, and the antidote Kumo had used was certainly (and finally) causing the virus some grief. The energy that Awne, Gwen, and Kumo were passing to her helps a great deal with this, as well.
Awne winces faintly at the faint smell of blood, glad that it was fresh though and what her energy spoke of, it was true blood. Her left hand shifts slowly to heal new wounds, and old wounds; it felt like a losing battle, where one closed another opened, 'causing her to spend more energy to keep the healing going. She opened another reserve and sighed shakily, her posture slacking and dipping to the side a moment before snapping back to proper position. soft words of encouragement reach for the girl through the energy, telling her to not give up.
Kumorohyou watches Awne tottering, and redirects an additional flow of energy to the Lioness, providing her some comfort and energy from the vast pool that was his Spiritual pressure. It feels like an uphill battle, but he could sense that Nia can see it through.
Tysinni is face down on the floor not moving. She's still awake, she just doesn't have the strength to move her head. So she listens to everything going on, silently cheering Nia on.
Roytoc didn't know how he could help this situation, he didn't have a god he prayed to; he had never prayed in his life, he didn't even know any of the gods names. He couldn't magically heal, and he couldn't give anymore of his life energy, if he did then he would die, so he just silently prayed to anyone who would listen, any of the gods, he didn't know which ones but he tried to pray to all of them. For Nia, and for the healers that were aiding her, for everyone that was helping in this endeavor, it was a strange feeling, praying. It gave him odd warmth, a feeling of tranquility…
Rowen now prays to Olric the Ascended, who serves Arkhen and is himself worshipped and served by many noble brave and virtous paladins. "Hi there Olric, Olric the brave, the kind, I was just talking to Arken about you when I was praying to him earlier. Sorry that this time I am praying to you I haven't brought any scales to represent the scales of justice in your honour, but they were too big to fit in the hamster ball. I did go just north of Rynvale and pick you some violets though, cos they are a very pretty shade of blue and I remembered that blue is your favorite colour. Anyhow you are probably too busy helping all your brave and strong paladins fight evil all the time to be listening to me wittering on like this, sorry, What I was wanting to ask you was, ....I beseech thee oh Olric, to help heal this poor creature, who was once a sweet innocent child, Niawtu. To help her friends drive all evil influences from her body, that she may grow up untainted by the terrible evil which has corrupted her."
Rowen dropped 3 Violet.
Niawtu || Just as Niawtu gets the upper hand, she is bashed down once more. A bruise forms upon her left arm and she winces. Her skins coloring seems to be growing grayer by the second. She groans in pain, and a frustrated look enters her staring eyes. Even some of the re-purified blood began to turn black once more. Whatever form of wraith virus was in her… It’s strong. Perhaps even a different form of it. Why would Vuryal have showed her off to the public, after all, if there were already other races out there? Was it to taunt? Or something more? In any case she does continue to fight with it, not wanting to get right back to where they started. She shakes her head a bit, and it seems like the battle has halted for a moment. The child breathes heavily, as though she just finished an actual fight, but soon her concentration returns as she fights over and over to get this thing out of her system.
Awne was rather glad for the short reprieve, letting her heal up the wounds quickly, draw in the energy from the panther to fill a reserve to wait and open another to fuel. This needed to end...they wouldn't be able to keep going soon. Her left hand moves to touch the fae at her side channeling energy into her to help keep her strong. At least the channeling was much easier on her, both fae and girl getting the energy. "fight.." she whispers out "Fight back.."
Kumorohyou closes his eyes, sensing the virus attempting to change itself. A slight smile forms on his face as he continues to provide energy to Nia and Awne. The beauty of the antidote that Kumori had administered is that it is not like a vaccine, which simply builds up a person's immune system. His anti-virus is intelligent, actively seeking and destroying the virus along with any permutations that the disease may adopt to protect itself. His people had well over a century to perfect their abilities in medicine. This fight would end soon, no matter how harshly the wraith infection treats its host. Nia, along with everyone who cares about her: they would not be beaten.
Rowen next offers up her prayers to the ascended Lauria. "I brought something green in your honour, oh beloved protector of nature and trees, birds flowers and all that living stuff, now, where did I put it?" She little rat looks all around then scampers over to her blessed hamster ball soon returning carrying a celery stick in her mouth, she positions the salad ingredient offering respectfully, then continues her prayer. "....I beseech thee oh Lauria, to help heal this poor creature, who was once a sweet innocent child, Niawtu. To help her friends drive all evil influences from her body, that she may grow up untainted by the terrible evil which has corrupted her."
Niawtu tries with all her might to fight back, this can be seen within her eyes. But her concentration seems to snap for a split second, and her eyes flicker from ink-black and back for a moment. She coughs, as though she were just punched in the stomach, and recoils greatly at that. But soon her eyes concentrate once more, using all the might she can against this virus. A snarls slips through her mouth, though it is relatively silent. Those who are witnessing the internal battle would now see that the darkness has taken the form of Vuryal. The minute this happens Niawtu can’t seem to find the will to fight back, as fear seeps into her eyes. The outer Niawtu’s body shakes a bit as the snarl becomes a low growl. She just couldn’t seem to fight back against this new form, no matter how hard she tried. Within her subconscious, where this battle was taking place, a mist began to encircle the two. It was Kumo’s antidote. And though it is helpful enough to weaken the virus, the child still wasn’t moving to fight it. And without her fighting back the anti-virus that Kumo had used wasn’t helping, for Nia has to fight back in some way as well. For those who see within her during this, they would see her wolf self’s ears pull down and her tail slightly pull between her legs. She just can’t seem to manage to fight this form that the virus had taken. Even though she could feel it weakening from the antidote, she just can’t seem to move… A low whimper is released from the child’s mouth.
Awne gasped at the change, she pulls at two of her reserves, shifting both hands to hold the girls arm and channel the full force of those reserves to the girl, diving to the battle within to give the girl the image of those around, standing together; it was all she could think of, she had to fight it herself but she needed to remember what was waiting, who were waiting for her. Her friends, her family, her life waiting for her all she had to do was fight back. "fight." she said through gritted teeth, fighting back on loosing consciousness "fight little one." she says again.
Roytoc was shaking his head now, unable to continue praying, the action was not his strong suit and he couldn't continue it, instead he slowly got to his knees, growling with utter determination, the pain was overwhelming. He saw how much trouble Nia was having and barked out a sharp reply, "This has been a rather drab situation, wot? Strong little Nia overpowered by that no good bastard, Vuryal, that's no way for a Von Penzance to react!" Roy was rather good at mimicking voices, and he had spent such a long time with one of his best friends, Cornelius. Roy's voice seemed damaged at the moment though, gravelly, the accent had been perfect, though the voice of the Dandy was deeper than the real thing, more rough as well. Roy didn't know if Nia would even hear him, it made Roy feel better though, feeling Cornelius' presence pervading around him again, the Dandy is impossible to forget. Roy leaned back then, his knees under him, the man was so tired, and the yell and imitation had made it worse.
Rowen now draws a pentagram with a small piece, the symbol of the Ascended Arclandon. She once more thanks all the gods for her dear friend Basil, that most loyal perch who had taught her to draw this magical symbol. "Errr ...I can't say I know that much about you oh great pixie ascended with the shimmering wings, and I'm sorry I don't pray to you more often, but magic isn't really my thing, I prefers prayers, and mages rarely ask me to help em, which I guess means you yourself must be doing a grand job of looking after all the magically inclined folks. My dear friend Thea speaks very highly of you too, she says that boline what to give her to sort out enchantment did a magnificent job, so thanks for that. Anyhow there’s a kid what needs help so ....I beseech thee oh Arclandon the Wise, to help heal this poor creature, who was once a sweet innocent child, Niawtu. To help her friends drive all evil influences from her body, that she may grow up untainted by the terrible evil which has corrupted her."
Niawtu looks about her as the images of all her friends and family that were present appears around her, loosening up her fear slightly, though apparently not enough to try and fight. However, the minute the mimicked voice of the dearly departed Dandy pervades her ears an image (from that of her own mind) paints a perfect picture of the Dandy when she had first met him. Before all of this darkness had started. A smirk appears on the outer child’s black lips and she says, though it is quiet, “No, old bean, it’s not. A member of the house, Von Penzance, wouldn’t react like this, wot?” a giggle pierces the air when she speaks like this. And soon, within the battle area, she turns back to the virus and charges, full boar, at it. No longer fooled by its trick as she darts at it stronger than ever before. She doesn’t know if she’ll win, but it never hurt to try. As she charges she jumps to try and rip out the throat of the newly formed virus, only to be tossed aside. However, she gets back on her feet to move again, trying to tire it out.
Awne continued her channeling of energy, weakening and using the energy from the panther to fuel herself to continue. The girl could do it, she was stronger than the virus; she just knew it. She didn't know her well, no, but she could feel it in her spirit, the girl was strong.
Roytoc grins to himself, for he could hear Nia with his keen Drow hearing, the giggle would be apparent to everyone, for it had been loud, that was a good sign. Roy hoped the girl was winning out now, she didn't deserve to live life as a wraith, no one did, he cleared his throat to speak again. "Nay, A Von Penzance would give Vuryal what for; it would be but a fun little diversion, nothing more!" Roytoc called out once again, the pitch seeming more correct this time, Roy seeming to shirk the gravelly tone of his damaged voice.
Rowen scampers over to the hamster ball again and returns with a small egg timer. "I borrowed this from the kitchens at the castle near the big Temple of Daedria, a few days ago. I hope they are getting along alright without it still, not cooking their eggs too runny or too hard, but in any case, I hope all the fine egg eating people of the castle will understand that a few breakfasts with poorly cooked eggs are worth it to save a poor young soul from a terrible evil fate." She pauses as if trying to remember what she is doing using an egg timer to pray to Kanos anyhow...she needs more coffee" Excuse me a moment please, oh friend of the friendless." After a few more mouthfuls of the caffeine based restorative the pious little rodent continues her prayer. "Oh yes, I remember now. The egg timer represents an hour glass you see, and the hour glass is your symbol, oh great Kanos! Marcellus taught me that back when he was my mentor teaching me about all priestly matters. Great guy Marcellus as I am sure you know, or you wouldn't have made him your high priest. Marcellus misses you lots you know, he is forever reminiscing about the old days when your statue would come to life and you and he would spend many happy hours getting drunk on dwarven ale together. Marcellus is a rock, as I assure you know, always kind and helpful to everybody, and now his clan have started something to help the poor street kids. It's called Scalds or Scints or Pouts or something it's an acronym, not sure what for, but it’s all about defending the defenseless and helping the helpless and giving hope to the hopeless, and befriending the friendless and all the rest of the stuff your fine followers do the help anyone with a less at the end of their description. Do you give clues to the clueless? I never heard Marcellus mention that one at all...hmm....Please do come back and visit dear kind gentle Marcellus some time, it would make his - year- or whatever long time you like eternity even, he loves you so much...anyhow Niawtu needs help so "....I beseech thee oh Kanos, to help heal this poor creature, who was once a sweet innocent child, Niawtu. To help her friends drive all evil influences from her body, that she may grow up untainted by the terrible evil which has corrupted her."
Niawtu finally, at Roy’s next round of Dandyness, gets at just the right angle of attack and moves with swift step, in the internal battle, jumping at the virus and catching it’s throat in her fangs. One good bite and jerk of her muzzle would be all needed to end this virus’s ‘life’. Just one good swift movement. The minute she does this the virus doesn’t simply go like a corpse… No. It more or less melts into a puddle, and seems to be gone. However, Nia does hear a rather cruel laugh deep within the confines of her mind… Though she suspects she was just hearing things. On the outside of her body her eyes flicker, and then both eyes remain the same black with metallic silver irises of the wraith that she had before. Her skin, however becomes pale like moonlight, once more… The blood flow stops, and the wounds finally close. It was an odd sight, but the oddest thing, by far, is the confusion one would feel as to –why- the eyes were normal yet. Niawtu looks rather feint now, and if she weren’t tied up and within the seal she’d probably fall right over. Her eyes come into focus and take in the room once more, a small smirk comes upon her lips and a tired laugh flows from her mouth, when she sees that everyone appeared just as exhausted as she was. Gwen would release her hand from the child, and finally get a little rest. The child’s voice slips through, pure like her usual voice, and says exhaustedly “Thanks…. I got it… I… I think…” she couldn’t really concentrate on whether she truly pulled it off, or not… But, for now, the virus seemed to be at bay. For now, everyone just seemed to need some rest… Badly.
Awne sighed softly as it seemed the battle was over...hopefully for good. Releasing the last of the energy she had been channeling the feline simply slumps to the side, unconscious before she hit the ground as her body sought to recover the energy she had used.
Rowen collapses with exhaustion from all that praying, it has taken it out of the poor lil' rat.
Roytoc laughs heartily at the little girl, Nia seemed to have won out, though she would likely need to recover, she wouldn't be well immediately. He felt sore all over, his throat, his head, his chest; everything seemed to be on the verge of collapsing. The Drow smiled, his crimson eyes lighting as if fires were being contained within the orbs, a bit of blood flowed from his lips to trickle down his chin, what it was from was unknown. He wanted a drink so bad but Cornelius' very last bit of advice rang in his ears, "Give up the bloody alcohol. It's a crutch, not a cure." That made Roy smile as well, he could barely move, his body and mind was even too tired to slip into unconsciousness. Roy groaned and fell forward into his face, the slam of the impact was painful and did little to help him, at least he had done his part though….
Niawtu watches as Awne, Rowen, and even Gwen’s bodies give out… Oh, how hard her family and friends worked to save her. In fact, the child even appeared as though she were going to pass into an exhausted sleep as well… Luckily the ropes, chains, and seal would prevent her from collapsing as well… As she drifts in and out of sleepiness she begins to think of how, immensely, dangerous this is for everyone to be falling asleep. She tries to shake herself out of it, but it wasn’t really working all that well. Before the child is about to doze off she mumbles “Thank you… Everyone… Especially Cornelius….” She smirked when she said his name. She knew it was Roytoc’s voice, but the image that painted itself in her mind, she felt, was truly Cornelius’s soul there to help out. She then rests her head on her knees, it was pounding from wearing the stupid heavy helmet all night. Finally she dozes off herself… Too tired to even dream.