RP:Regrouping in the Coves

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Part of the Rynvale Darkest Night Arc

Summary: After a series of skirmishes with forces of the Time Lord Vuryal, friends and allies of the defenders of Port Rynvale city fall back to the refugee camp established in the secret coves of the island’s western shores to regroup and assess their losses.

Characters: Bainwen, Keturah, Angelo, Kirien, Sterling, Roelstra, Kirien, Nalani, Athyaron, Lynette, Araina, Leoxander, Arien, Jolie, Kasyr, Satoshi, Ranok, Tysinni,Alaine, Groth.

Location: Rynvale; Secret Cove.



-At the secret pirate cove-

Bainwen supported Angelo as best as she could as he moved on crisped feet to the cove. She really wished he would have let someone carry him, but as an elf she under stood pride. When they arrived at the cove she looked at him with concern and sterness, "Now, sit down. Those healers should be here soon to tend to you better than I can."

Keturah hid her concern behind her healer's mask. There were several who were hurt, and likely several more near the city proper. It was not a time for her to play the role of concerned damsel. The golem was kind enough to carry those who needed it- and Angelo might have received more than one narrowed look as they passed through to the camp. He might have been subject to a ride from the golem whether he wanted it or not, if he looked as though he needed it.

Keturah also totally probably dragged Kiri here. She's super duper polite like that.

Angelo would simply be content to walk the whole way, not letting out a single grunt of pain. Not a single complaint. No, he wouldn't let himself -- neither would Erebus. Once they had reached the camp, at Bainwen's words he would gladly sit near a barrel and lean against it, finally letting out one last hiss of pain. "Stupid...mage..."

Sterling 's nearly prone figure rests within the supporting grip of the golem, her breathes panted and wheezed if one was to listen close enough. To ensure no further pain befalls the delta, her left side is pointed toward the sky, ensuring that the expanse of burnt flesh and fur aren't subjected to touch.

Roelstra helped the golem by taking Sterling from it's arms, the youth held gingerly, following behind Keturah. What everyone would see when they arrive at the Cove is a group of at least fifty to sixty Ranger in Larketian livery moving about, setting up extra tents and opening crates of extra supplies.

Kirien arrived with Keturah, looking a little distracted but otherwise all right; he'd never really been directly attacked and had only suffered a couple of scratches and bruises in all the chaos, and those were already beginning to heal beneath his clothing. He was no healer but he knew well enough how to clean and dress wounds - seemed he might need a kick or two to get his head in gear however, because right now the empath was simply standing there, trying not to launch himself at whatever looked most edible.

Nalani slowly made her way in to the cove, she didn't look hurt, except the blood that was almost dry on her right arm, but it seemed someone had already healed that wound, she was still cursing everything, mostly the wraith and she had been the whole walk there. She looked up, glancing around at the people before asking no one in particular. " What can I do?"

Keturah was already moving forward again, finally releasing Kirien with a thoughtful glance back. "Need a med tent-" This to whomever, and if there were not a triage prepared the desert-born healer would quickly be commandeering a tent for her own use. Angelo was eyed with more a sympathetic look, before she was leading ahead. Yes, one of those tents was officially hers regardless of its original purpose. "Put her on the bedrolls, and.. If there's anyone else who can dress a wound, I want them here, now." Angelo'd probably have golem company, until Ket could find someone to take care of his feet.

Athyaron made his way into the cove a few minutes after Nalani. Forest green eyes gaze about the occupants before he knew where he'd be best helping right now. "Anyone who needs healed while Keturah is busy...I can do it." he says slowly.

Angelo would be a bit more calm, now that all was said and done. Bainwen was leaning on the barrel he was resting against, trying to calm herself down and not simply pass out from the fatigue. Angelo would wave to the golem. For kicks. He was barely coherent - he wasn't just physically hurt, he had completely drained his mana. He could hardly feel...anything. Least of all his feet.

Sterling occasionally releases a breathy whimper with the shifting of steps. Try as she might, she can't keep herself from uttering those small, painful sounds; she'd kick herself later for allowing others to see her weakness. Half conscious, the delta is forced to go where her carrier takes her.

Kirien did not move for a good long couple of seconds, until he heard Keturah's voice sound from a nearby tent, which it seemed she had…taken over? Whatever the case, the vampire was quickly following, his tail bristled up behind him. "I can-- I can dress wounds. Just gimme lycans. -Please-." If he could occupy himself fast enough with something inedible, he might be able to hold out.

Lynette entered soon after the others would already have gotten there. She pulled energy from the plant life as she walked here getting ready to heal others. It did nothing to help with the headache that was given to her by a certain someone. But pushing that aside there was work to be done.

Roelstra would follow Keturah into the tent, "Just tell me where to place her and I'll see if myself or my Rangers can help get other situated."

Araina was one of the last to make her way to the cove, secure in the knowledge that most were there already. She knew they had injured, and called out, " A free pair of hands. Who needs another healer?"

Angelo wouldn't bother speaking about what he did and didn't need, though Bainwen would call out. "Angelo needs assistance, his feet are badly burnt." He'd groan and rest his head against the barrel - damn it, his feet were burnt. It's not like he was dying. On the outside. Gah.


Keturah had taken over, actually. The benefit to spending days on end with rogues was that the desert-born had learned to be even more direct and less polite when it came to getting things done. "If any other injured come through, I want the worst of them brought into the tent." Moss-gaze shifted to Roe, and she indicated one of the bedrolls for Sterling. Right. She'd have to hurry. "Kiri.." She probably knew more than she'd let on, at least. "See if you can find the medical supplies for me? I'd like them to be around here, if you please." Gaze flitted to Roe again. "I would like a head count of the healers I'll have. Just.. make sure everyone's being tended to, no?" With that, she was kneeling down by the bedroll, pulling out her guild pendant as she prepared to slip into that trance.

Keturah 's golem motioned toward Angelo too. Helpfully.

Araina heard the call, and went toward the familiar wolf, a hand brushing the elf's arm in assurance. She made her way next to the male, taking stock of his injuries, most notably the burns on his feet. " What the hell happened to you Angel?" She could feel his exhaustion and suddenly worried for more than just a few burns.

Keturah 's golem probably did not have the capacity to feel ultra helpful. But it might have looked proud- if one could read expressions on stone.

Araina answered the head count, but with her attention on the injured she merely called out her name. Not that it would be much help in this chaos.

Lynette would rush forward to Bainwen and Angelo. Burns was something she could do. She knelt down at the base of his feet, the smell of burnt flesh making her nose wrinkle. "Remain still." She would touch just below his knees, her brown eyes glazing over just slightly. She was able to send waves up to the mind that there was no pain. How she did this was her own secrete learned from her teacher. She then sent her powers to his feet. The burnt skin would quickly scab over before the work on the inside was started.

Leoxander shouted, "Hold your fire!"

Athyaron decided it would be better off if he helped Ketu with Sterling. Her injuries looked particularly bad. "Ketu...allow me to help you with her.." he requests softly. "Her injuries look really bad and combined we can tend to them a lot faster

Araina followed the gaze of the young wolf, nodding shortly, "Thank, Lynette." Though, she'd notice that was not all the help he'd need. " How weak are you Angel?" She'd ask knowingly, there were traces of magic use emanating from the male in waves.

Angelo opened his eyes to gaze at...Araina, was it? Yes, it was. "Would you believe me if I say I stepped in lava?" And then Lynette was doing her work, expanding upon Bainwen's previous healing - that was better. Far better. "I...I've been enchanting all night. I can hardly...staying awake is -really, really hard-." He wouldn't elaborate further unless she damn well searched for that spark of magic in him. And he'd be just a tad bit opposed to someone rooting through his head.

Kirien spared Keturah a lingering glance when she said his name, silently questioning before he came to realise that she had probably caught on by this point. He nodded in response to the order to find supplies and flitted off out of the tent, searching the camp site for anything of use that he could find, anything that'd distract him from hunger. Packs filled with bandages and gauze and dressings were plucked up and lumped on top of each other, until he'd gathered a good amount of supplies and was carrying them back toward the med tent. The fox halted abruptly at that shout, however, recognising the voice of the Alpha echoing in the air; his ears pricked up, a look of concern passing briefly over fine features before he rushed back to Keturah to deliver his burden to her.

Roelstra nods, placing Sterling onto a bedroll indicated by the desert-born. She pats Keturah's shoulder before turning to about a dozen Larket Rangers setting up tents nearby, emerald greens taking on a hardened glint of authority. " Rangers, LISTEN UP! You are to do -exactly- as this woman tells you, ", the vampiress gestures to Keturah, " so we can get any wounded taken care of as soon as possible. If she tells me there is -any- back talk or slacking off, there will be hell to pay. I am -not- in the mood for any of that. Move it!"

Nalani saw nothing she could do at the time so she just stood back, shoulders slumped as she gave a small yawn.

Angelo said to Araina, "Let me put...it this way. I can't even make it look like my eyes have changed color."

Araina could care little for his opposition at this point, though she would warn him, " Anything you want kept secret from me, hide it well." That was it, and all the woman would say before she reached for him, a hand on his chest, another upon his forehead. The same emerald hue as before emanated as the healer chanted softly, beginning the ever-exhausting journey of one's mind, unfamiliar territory, as it were.

Sterling yelps loudly the moment she's settled on the cot, and she quickly alter's her body with a quick twist so she's resting on her belly rather than her side so that her burn forelimb isn't pressed between her body and the bedroll. Despite Keturah's help, the delta swipes the flat of her tongue along the length of her leg's wound, cleaning it lethargically while keeping her lazy-lidded gaze trained on the healer beside her.

Alaine had been traveling that night, so all the commotion that had left The Barrel in chaos still remained unknown. The reason for her current presence? The elf was making the journey up the cliff to a familiar dwelling hidden within, the home of Kirien, but during the venture, a group had passed nearby, and being the curious Fox she was, Alaine blended in the shadows to observe -- there were familiar faces amongst the brigade. Practiced-steps allowed her to follow in silence, at a reasonable distance, but now she no longer hid in the dark. Being as bold as ever, she made her presence known, boots tromping as she entered the crowded cove with a quirked brow, "What's goin' on here?"

Keturah looked up at Athy, a neutral smile bowing her lips. It went no higher than that. She nodded once, to show she'd accept that help, extending her hands over the lycaness. The soft green of the healer's glow flitted to life around her hands in a flare of faint green runes. If it was a group healing, she would not need to slip into her trance, though an expectant gaze would flick toward Athy for him to begin his magics as well. Sterling would at least have the most superficial of wounds healing beneath Ket's magic, at least until both healers began to work together.

Angelo would close his eyes, already throwing up the walls - everything. He refused to let her see. See that he was still there. See that he was still alive. See that Erebus was, for a change, being...helpful. He'd hold this defense for a few seconds before he'd simply break, a wall of fatigue rushing forward to greet Araina's searching.

Athyaron grinned as Ketu allowed him to help, however it was only briefly. Beginning to chant in elven, the rangers hands began to glow with the white light of elven healing magic as he made his way towards the opposite end of wherever Ketu began her healing. No sense in them working in the same area unless an injury was particulary bad. "Just relax..." he says soothingly to Sterling. "You'll be good as new soon." His right hand moved over to the leg that the delta was licking, transferring his own healing energy into the wound, focusing on repairing the torn muscle and sinew, whilst spreading to anything that might cause infection.

Lynette only spared a glance at what Araina was doing, she wanted to finish as much as she could here before moving on. Concentration back on the job she would slowly allow the burnt muscles to heal at an excelled rate. It wasn't an easy job but it was one she could do. As the muscles of his feet joined back together she would go to the bone structure, making sure nothing was damaged there. Lastly to the skin, healing all the layers of skin and letting the old fall off. With that she knew there wouldn't be much discomfort, until he stood and then it would only be because of the new skin and that wouldn't take long to get used to. She put her hand on his knee again, allowing the nerves to do their job once more. She released him then standing slowly. She was exhausted but she moved to the next person who needed help.

Kirien was probably one of the first to notice Alaine and swiftly was slipping away from Keturah's side and all the blood, though the bandages and wrappings would be left for her use should they be required. Ducking out of the tent, the empath approached the elf in rushed, lengthy strides, blinking in surprise as though he'd not expected her to appear in such a place. "Aight. What're you doin' here?" It was not a threat of any kind; he'd no problem with her being in the cove, was sure no one else would mind either. "Chaos is what's goin' on, girlie." The safer nickname. "An' not the good kind of chaos. Some crazy bastard outside the Barrel an' then even crazier shyte -inside- the Barrel an'…it's a mess, really."

Roelstra would turn her attention back to Keturah, waiting for a moment before speaking to her in a low and quiet voice.

Keturah smiled up at Kirien, when he had returned with those supplies. "Thank you, Kiri." At her hands, her mana flickered, pulled by the start of Athyaron's own. The desert-born winced, attention snapping down to the work beneath her fingertips. Athy.. seemed to have it handled, and while her own magic had healed a few of the lighter injuries, she saw no reason in expending more unless the other needed her assistance. The glow flickered out, and Keturah pushed herself slowly to her feet. "If you need me, call." She was going to get some order established around her triage.

Sterling 's tongue falls idle the moment that wound heals, allowing the delta to flop over and pant out her exhaustion. Due to the magics coursing through her, any pain once felt is nearly numbed to a placid degree and for once, she's allowed to rest semi-comfortably; the occasional thump of her tail states her contentment.

Araina let nothing, not the voice of her son, nor what would have been her daughter of sorts distract her as she immersed herself fully within angelo. Should one come close enough and have keen hearing, they would notice that while the woman's heart was beating, she was nothing more than a shell, a vessel for that which was in Angelo to return to. She watched, silent, as the shields broke, her body swaying slightly beside the male as the fatigue amplified her own. Carefully, methodically she'd begin casting, tendrils of energy combining with the male's own, healing that which had been taken from him in pieces. It would not be a quick process, and she wasn't certain whether or not this new entity would be a help or hindrance as she responded.

Roelstra said to Keturah, "My Rangers have the order to assist you if you so need it. Let me know if they are uncooperative in any way. I'll be helping with setting up other tents and unpacking supplies."

Nalani noticed Araina sway a bit before she moved over to her and Angelo, hoping she wouldn't fain or something, though she would catch her if need be.

Keturah said to Keturah, "My thanks. If there are other medical supplies about the bunch, they can be brought here. Would begin organizing as much as we can."

Roelstra said to Keturah, "Some cloth for bandages and herbs are always carried on a Ranger, so they should have some of that with them. "

Angelo let out a small sigh, trying his damnedest to not push Araina away before he simply slumped and let her do her work.

Roelstra turns from Keturah long enough to shout something in Elvish to a pair of elven Larket Rangers, waving an arm to indicate they need to get their asses over here. Two pair of them kept neutral masks as they jogged over, their own personal packs in hand with first aid supplies.

Athyaron was surprised that it looked as if Keturah had left him on his own, but that was no reason to waiver. He might need her later, which he nodded in response to her statement. Taking a quick look at the wolf beneath him, he smiled somewhat to see she seemed at least somewhat content, and after he had finished up with her leg, he moved on to another wound he saw, repeating the process.

Alaine stretched up onto her toes, peering over the man's shoulder to try to get a better look in the tent upon his exit. Despite his approach and explanation, sterling gaze still remained on the happenings inside, brows furrowing in worry when catching sight of a familiar desert-born. "Sweeps…" The nickname was mouthed more than anything as Kirien was finally looked to, ignoring the initial question of her reason for being there, choosing the safer route instead, "The Barrel?" She had just passed that earlier… "Can smell the blood from in there. Everyone alright?" In the row, 'alright' wasn't that they suffered from a few cuts and bruises; 'alright' was that they would live.

Roelstra said to Keturah, "Shout if you need me or have a Ranger run over to me. " She pats the desert-born's shoulder once, firmly. " Pray there are no more to tend to."

Araina never got used to fully being inside another, it was always an odd experience. Literally, out-of-body. Last time, it had been Redhale, and what a charming time that had been. But Angelo, it was as if she were standing alone in a dark tunnel. Along the roof, so to speak, were holes. Where the foundation had weakened, the use of his magic destroying him from the inside. Araina's body shivered slightly, a light sheen of sweat working its way onto the druids form. Fingertips burned brightly in both places, the energy filling each space, one by one, reforming what had broken with too much use.

Sterling is rested on a bedroll in a tent Keturah had purloined for her own usage, and no doubt the Delta wolf is shedding all over the cot due to stress and pain. Eventually her tail falls limp, and her eyes shut, and although it would be safe to assume the wolf was sleeping, it'd be even safer to assume she wasnt.

Lynette finished up on the some of the lesser wounds people seemed to have. Slowly she made her way to a part of the cove that seemed to be less crowded. The once headache had now turned into something more of an earthquake inside her small head. Sitting down on the ground she simply curled up into a ball, hopefully out of the way of the others.

Keturah had managed to find a sizeable enough tent. It was no hospital such as was in the Exodus by any means, but it would be large enough to suit her purpose. She would eventually have a headcount of the healers within the cove, too, and made a mental note to see to each of them before the night was done. "Chal." She bit down on the foreign word, not quite catching it before it escaped. "We can fit a few beds in here. Don't overcrowd; am wanting enough space to work." She'd have some of the rangers help organize the supplies, while others moved out to set up an additional area for healing those whose wounds were not so grievous outside the tent. Keturah forced the thoughts of those still within the city to the back of her mind, diving into the midst of the others to help where needed. An eye would especially be paid toward the healers and their patients.


Kirien was a mess, dishevelled and sweaty, spatters of blood that did not belong to him marring his clothes here and there. The sightless pupil in his eye was blown slightly wide for some reason. He was colder, paler; perhaps he'd seem 'off' somehow to the elf. "The Barrel, aye. I dunno what happened but I think Vuryal showed up and all sorts of shyte kicked off. I dunno if anyone's been killed or…" A pause and the fox shook his head roughly as if to clear an image, knocking his glasses askew in the process - they were decorative, nothing else. "Gods, it was-- I'm glad you weren't there. Please don't mention the blood." He was trying very, very hard to ignore it right now.

Keturah would make sure there were clothes available for Sterling too- even if it meant leaving the upper layer of her robes near the wolf-girl.


Angelo would let out a slight whine, trying to not let Araina see anything else. "Almost...d...done....?"

Athyaron blinked as the wolf slumped beneath him, and as he wasn't quite sure what it was exacty he immediately called for Keturah. "Ketu!" he called, as he continued to transfer healing energy into the wolf beneath him.

Keturah 's golem finally moved away from Angelo, as if the man had needed that vigil throughout his healing. It was.. difficult for a stone structure of its size to stay out of the way, but there seemed to at least be an attempt on the creature's part. The desert-born herself was in the process of moving a bedroll when that call of her name had her hurrying back into the med tent. "Ah. Yes?"

Keturah looked at Sterling.

Sterling 's left eye cracks open to settle on Athyaron due to his call for Keturah, and with an irritated growl to tell him to shut up while also informing him she was still conscious, the wolf quickly drops back into pseudo-sleep.

Araina carefully closed the last hole, having to work more slowly now as she herself was using copious amounts of energy. As she finished, the emerald glow faded and soft tendrils of white energy made its way back into the druid's body. It seemed to kick start her breathing and she opened her eyes, shakily making her way to her feet, " You'll be alright in a few hours Angel. Just need sleep. The worst of the damage is fixed. Don't use so much next time." Nalani was offered a grateful look, and only then did Araina allow herself to look for her son, searching for him with her gaze through the crowd of people, " How you holding up Dodger?"

Roelstra 's nostrils flared, wondering where another vampire was present. She had yet to pick up on Kirien having been turned, and when she did, she would not be terribly happy. She would never wish this "dark gift" upon anyone. Not even her worst enemy. The two elven Larket Rangers nodded to Keturah, organizing supplies and laying them out as she needs them. Another six Rangers finished setting up tents to house the wounded, letting Keturah know in various accents of Common that they'd carried her requests out. A moment's wandering and the scent of vampire lingered nearest to Kirien. Silently, she scrutinized him, a hint of sadness darkening her emerald green eyes. Roelstra wandered back towards Keturah's tent, where she'd dropped her own satchel out of the way for safety. A half-empty botle of blood-wine was pulled out and tucked under one arm. Silently, she would come up beside him and place the bottle in one hand silently. They would speak later, but since he was so new, the elder vampire was well aware that he'd need to feed regularly. For the sake of discretion, the bottle was labeled like a normal red wine. If Kirien bothered to open the bottle and take a sniff, he'd smell the blood right away. Roe hoped the silent gesture would not be lost in the fox.

Athyaron turns out had panicked for nothing, as he heard the growl when Ketu entered. "Sorry for calling you Ketu..." he says sheepishly. "She gave me a bit of a scare here..."

Jolie appears from the north. Roelstra gave 1 blood wine to Kirien.

Nalani frowned and placed a hand on Araina's arm, to keep her steady but she gave a bit of a smile, " Tired is all. You healed my wound. You?" She asked with a tilt of her hand, only then removing her hand.

Groth appears from the north.

Sterling might sport a wolfish grin if once cared to look before her features relaxed once more.

Keturah :: The golem turned a hollow stare on Araine, before its attention seemed to shift toward Angelo. He was at risk for an unasked for ride, again. Rocky hand was already reaching out.

Keturah said to Athyaron, "Is no problem. Do not hesitate to call." Ranok appears from the north.

Ranok gave 1 Archmosian daric to Jolie.

Angelo simply reached out for the golem at this point - he was too tired to protest. No matter how many holes Araina had patched up, there would always be more...they'd never stop. He was still fatigued, incredibly...but he reminded himself to ask Araina what she had done. Maybe he could replicate it. Hopefully.

Arien was guiding that horse carefully down the loose rubble trail to the powdered sands of that secreted cove. Secured between herself and the pommel of her horse, was the wounded alpha. Her mind was already on the task at hand; a healing and a map.

Alaine clenched her teeth, jaw visibly tightening to the newly-given information. "Aye…" It was getting worse, Rynvale getting deeper into the fire day by day; how much longer would the city survive? "Killed?" It was to be expected -- casualties -- but it didn't make it any easier to hear that word; Alaine could only hope it wasn't anyone close. The artificer took a cautious step forward, sensing the rigid muscles and beaten mind of the man before her. A slender hand was offered to his arm with a chin resting on his shoulder, still keeping her gaze on the tent. "I wish I could help…" This regret was whispered, only now longing for those healing abilities that had been lost years ago. Head turned slightly, choppy locks pressing against his temple as fingers tightened their hold just slightly with the question, "Do you have to stay?"

Araina might have needed the assurance that hand gave, but she wouldn't mention that aloud. She was simply glad the youth had gotten out alive. That all of this hadn't been for nothing. She smiled slightly at the question, " I'm fine, takes more than a little dirt to take me down," though if one paid close enough attention they'd see the lines of exhaustion around her mouth. She'd used too much already.

Jolie 's gaunt, as absent of weariness as it was of features, once more circled the sky until Jolie observed the riders passing below. It would land outside the cove and follow in the necromancer's wake in a heavy, loping knuckle-walk.

Lynette whimpered softly as her ears folded down on her head. She hoped she was far enough away from the people that no one would hear. There was already too many to help and she wasn't going to let anyone help her over a silly headache, even if it was the worse one she had ever experienced.

Athyaron returned to healing Sterling, deciding it was now time to focus on that nasty burn she had received. "This..I apologize for any discomfort this might bring....." he says sympathetically as he makes attempt to roll her over onto her uninjured side gently. If he was successful, his left hand would focus on the start of the burn at her shoulder blade, whilst his right would focus on where it ended at her hip. His intention was to work his way towards the center, healing bit by bit.

Keturah :: The golem had a moderately gentle touch, and Angelo would either find himself lifted and carried over to med tent.. or offered a support for a walk.

Angelo didn't care at this point, grateful for the lift. He'd speak to the golem, letting out a half-hearted chuckle. "I...owe you one..."

Araina had wondered where the youngling had went, and that light whimper drew her attention. Glancing at Nalani she made her way over. No matter how many she'd already helped or how much magic was used, she would kneel down next to her. Speaking quietly, " Lynette, what's wrong?"

Sterling 's attempt for rest is gone the moment Athyaron seeks to roll her over. She manages to help slightly, but even the smallest of movements irritate her wounds and she vocalizes this loudly; her whimpers and yelps reverberate through the cove, and no doubt causes Lynette's headache to only worsen. It's also a wonder that Athyaron isn't bitten during this process.

Keturah would greet the golem at the tent flap, helping Angelo down and to the inside of the triage where the golem could not carry. Once she had him directed to a bed, her attention turned to Athy and Sterling.

Groth followed in behind Leoxander and Arien. His curiosity was still guiding his actions. To his surprise, it seemed his pursuit had yielded an interesting result. They were now in a cove! Close enough to a cave for Groth. He felt comfortable here and almost felt like tearing away at the walls to expand the place but respectfully held back such urges. Groth took even slower steps once inside, taking in every detail like an awe-struck child. "Me like..."

Alaine winced silently to the cries of the female wolf coming from inside.

Leoxander was kinda nodding to the rhythm of that horse's walk by then eyes reflecting the light of the camp and barrel fires they passed, searching out that shadow of necromancer and gaunt to motion to the lycan pinning their ears back, their warning growls given. "Take it easy..." He'd instruct them and any others looking warily the leader of the Cabal's way, waiting until they were close enough and stopped, waiting until the elf should dismount before he would follow down heavily to his booted feet. He'd search at once toward the whine of the Delta, a frown of worry across his blood touched features and those off colored eyes.

Keturah knelt again, alongside that bedroll. A hand reached out to take hold of Athy's own, and she would be recalling her healing magic.

Kirien turned to blink at Roelstra when the woman approached, his mouth opening to murmur her name unconsciously in some sort of greeting, "Roe…" He caught that thread of her emotion and almost appeared apologetic for a moment, gaze flitting away from her own and down to the bottle being pressed into his hand. Curious, he uncorked it to take in the scent of the liquid and immediately his pupil blew a little wider. Offering a quick nod of silent thanks, he brought the bottle to his lips and attempted to conceal the shudder that ran the length of his spine as the first drops of blood and alcohol washed down his throat. "As I said," he managed to Alaine after a long drink, the bottle still held close to his mouth, "I dunno if anyone died. I really f***in' hope not." The contact was appreciated and he might've pulled her into a quick, one-armed embrace, while pausing to take another drink of that concoction. "Hanan was yellin' something about Ace an' I saw her runnin' and smashin' windows or something but…I dunno." He'd little idea of the bond Lita and Alaine shared, or how she might react, but his hold on her tightened briefly. "Not sure. I can't-- I can't just leave everyone here like this. Neither of us are healers--" Assumption, but considering her remark he was sure of what he was saying, "--but we can still help out."

Athyaron cringes as she vocalized her discomfort rather loudly. He'd make up for it after she was healed, as it wasn't intentional. "I'm sorry..." he whispers as he focuses more mana into his healing energy, hoping it eases her discomfort some. Her skin where he had been healing was already starting to look slightly better. Truthfully...he probably could use Keturah's help with this one..but he had to test himself as a healer. If he could heal this..without help..even if it meant injuring himself or passing out, he would feel accomplished..for pushing past his limits.

Kirien raised his head to take note of the arrival of the others to the cove, and the surprise probably showed clear on his face when he took note of Jolie and that troll from the other day.

Angelo was far more pleased once he was on the cot. He'd simply drift off into a half-conscious state until someone needed him. Or asked him a question. Or poked him. He just needed to relax, Bainwen standing next to his cot.

Lynette was still laying down in a ball her knees close to her chest, one arm under her head as a pillow. She heard someone move closer to her but didn't even attempt to move. She didn't want help, not when others needed it more then she did and she cursed herself for not being able to help. "The others need you more..." She whispered out, her eyes closing tightly to perhaps help.

Athyaron adds: A grateful glance would be cast towards Keturah as she began her own healing magic. He had wanted to tackle this on his own...but if Ketu could see it was slightly out of his league, than he wasn't going to argue.

Jolie trudged into the cove, with a face resembling visible thunder. The gaunt loped, as ever, behind but broke away from her path to make a beeline for Kirien, whom it would stare it. Somehow.

Keturah was there to help, invited or not. He'd feel the hum of the healer's Scion tainted Divine, lacing through his fingers as Keturah allowed her magic to transfer from her body, amplify with his, and down to the wolven form below them. Mana would be targeting the worst of the injuries remaining, lingering where it trailed so as to dull the pain and discomfort the healing might have caused.

Araina was gentle as she reached for the female, cool, if dirty fingertips roaming the wolf's forehead whether she liked it or not, " The others are being taken care of. Now, " It wasn't a command, but she would none-the-less, " let me take care of you." As her fingertips glided over flesh, small, barely discernable tendrils of emerald energy left them, searching for a cause, " You have any idea where its coming from?"

Ranok || The Hooded Man and the troops he brought with him travel with the rest of the group. The soldiers support those that chose to be carried there on liters, and those that could ride were offered a horse to use for the duration of the trip. The leader walks, his horse the first to be offered, and any soldier who's own horse was accepted would be walking as well. Along with the group that cart, or wagon, if you prefer the terminology, followed. It's contents were kept under tight wraps, with leather strips securing it so tightly that whatever it was didn't even rattle. Two men from the small group that came with him would keep an eye on it while the leader did what he came to the cove to do. The others were ordered to spread out and assist where possible. Most of them had basic first aid training at best, but they could follow orders and weren't afraid of blood. Any healers that asked them what to do wouldn't be turned down until their leader told them it was time to go.

Arien would have reached up a hand to stabilize the rogue's dismount, her own worried frown set to his grogginess, but the business of war waited for no man. "My tent.." she murmured quietly. That space divided to sleeping and working quarters would suit all their needs at the moment. Leo would lay down if she had to knock him out to make it happen. Eyes would seek out Jolie and she would indicate with a lift of hand that she was welcome to move ahead of her to that larger tent that graced the western fringe of the cove.

Jolie took a good look around, as much as she could see from where she stood outside the throng.

Jolie set that look on Arien. And didn't move. She'd follow.

Nalani backed away from the people that were coming in, her gaze moving to find something to keep her occupied, well except for what was currently. She sighed softly before unlatching her dagger, flipping it from tip to hilt a few times, momentarily distracting herself.

Jolie quirked a brow.

Arien nodded then, and turned to the rogue.

Roelstra pats Kiri's shoulder and leans in to speak word for the fox's ears only.

Tysinni slipped in among some of the stragglers that seemed to bring up the rear of the exodus. Really, she should get over her fear of riding one day. Taking a moment to strip off her heavy duster and her hat, she drops them with her pack in an out-of-the-way area. She was ready to help if anyone could use it. Cautiously, she'd start to make her way through the mass of bodies, pausing here and there to offer her assistance.

Kirien managed to pick Maladroit out from the confusing mesh of emotions and presences simply because he was so incredibly outlandish in feeling. Turning, bottle of blood wine in hand, the fox raised to place a hand lightly on the gaunt's featureless face in that regular form of greeting, lips quirking just slightly at the edges to form the ghost of a smile. "What're you doin' here, eh?" Perhaps a futile question, as he knew the other would not give answer.


Kasyr s' intended target for conversation is apparently already busy entertaining Maladroit, leaving the hybrid with very little to do upon arriving, save for occasionally peering over at whatever stare contest might occur between the two blind creatures.

Leoxander replied low to Arien. "In a minute..." She might have to. So long as the cub was screeching in pain he was going to progress a few steps toward that tent or place she was being healed.

Lynette whimpered once more and nodded but she was also afraid to tell Araina what she had done. The sound of her voice dropped to where only she could hear her. Tears feel from her eyes after she told her and it showed just how young spirited she still was.

Arien said to Leoxander, "Are you willing to come in? They are being tended." She was more than aware of his possible reluctance to leave that scene. "You need to be healed Leo.."

Arien leveled a resigned stare on the alpha's back. But that was why he was alpha.

Jolie raised the other brow and released a breath as though it had been a weight upon her.

Roelstra whispered something to Kirien.

Jolie 's familiar wiggled its fingers. It didn't have a mouth and may not have replied, if it did. Instead, Maladroit turned toward the ocean and swayed a bit, leathery wings rustling faintly.

Lynette whispered something to Araina.

Kirien rested his blind gaze on Roelstra for a moment after she whispered to him, before his wordless answer was a small nod. They would talk later.

Tysinni swerves to avoid a pair of soldiers carrying a litter and smacks into somebody full force. "Ack!"

Kirien said to Maladroit, "It's a void, Mal…what's so interesting?" Perceptive, he was; he knew what direction the creature was 'looking' in.

Groth made his way over to one of the cove's walls, completely ignoring all others there, and began to run his large fingers across the rocks that made up its walls. Nostalgia may have been one thing he was trying to fight, but it seemed a bit too great to resist at present.

Arien said to Jolie, "I'll draw you the map and bring it out." All things considered, that was all that was necessary, really, and the elf would be slipping into that tent opening, whether or not the alpha and sin eater followed."

Roelstra would then stalk off to check up on her Rangers. She shakes her head, looking down to the sand ahead of her steps. " Oh, Wraith...why?" Her words were murmured so quietly few would be able to hear it above the chaotic din. Her first goal was to make sure the Rangers did what they were asked. On her trek towards Keturah's tent, she spotted Jolie on the fringes of the throng, canting her head to one side. Curiosity was piqued far more once Arien and Leo made their way into the cove, at long last. She'd hoped the blood spattering the Alpha's tall form wasn't all his own. But, she would inquire about his well-being later. She had her own men to attend to.

Satoshi lurks upon Kasyr's shoulder, half-burrowed in his scarf, as a pale-furred little fox watching the chaos with silent interest.

Sterling 's whimpers die down into soft whines that last a few seconds until Arien's voice is heard. Immediately, the delta falls silent and her hear perks curiously. She doesn’t move any further than that however and allows Keturah and Athyaron to finish healing her before Sterling would even attempt to move to hunt down the Alpha.

Alaine clenched jaw to the point of snapping, nearly, slender fingers too strong in the grip over his arm as sterling hues glazed over. Not Lita… Body froze, a hole ripped open in the elf's chest, one that had been sealed off for her own sanity; the loss of Ralien, then Domastine, and now Lita. How much more would she have to lose, would they all have to lose? Sheen gaze shifted to the commotion nearby, three familiar forms passing by, including a shaken Leo. It took seeing The Alpha for the artificer to finally snap out of the threatening-darkness of her psyche, dropping her hand from Kirien's arm and watching him turn away with a gentle nod. "Gotta help." She ventured into the tent then, keeping against the walls in silent observation.

Araina sighed softly, but didn't reprimand the youngling, at least not for the moment as she wiped the tears from her features, " It's alright. We might have to discuss it later, but a dire situation requires actions we might not normally use." Flesh met either temple and that same energy flowed from the druid into the female. It would gather and expand, forming a shield of sorts as she numbed the firing synapses in the wolf's mind. The pain receptors acted accordingly and she murmured, " Sleep now, Lynette. It will be gone in the morning."

Jolie || The gaunt merely swung its bullet-shaped head and turned back to the outer edge of the cove, leaving Kirien to those more apt for conversation. But first it halted, blind and blank mien levelled on the new vampire as if some promise was made before it went.

Leoxander would at least go to work on unbuckling and snapping that bracer and vambrace secured to that injured arm, some of which was melted or scored into his skin. With a slight wince across his unshaven features, he'd peel off that armor from his limb, ripping a bit of the blister into a small patch of flayed and welted skin with it, carelessly. Distracted, he'd shift a look across where Maladroit, Kirien, Jolie, and possibly Kasyr were, or to the least he'd scan his eyes across the four of them, still a few steps from that healer's tent where he heard Sterling's cries quiet. He'd let go of a breath, and assess some of the others, wounded, or huddled together for recovery.

Athyaron wondered when his healing would reach Keturah's level. He could do minor to average wounds with no discomfort..but large wounds, no matter what he tried..he always wound up causing discomfort. The sheer power behind her healing mana surprised him. It completely made his look as if he had just harnessed that energy. But nonetheless his hands moved towards the center of Sterling's wounds, the combined energies healing it faster than if they had been on their own.

Jolie nodded to Arien, her gaze wandering skyward. Jolie stayed put, then, seeing as the elf would bring it out. Leoxander said to Jolie, "What do you intend to do?" Jolie said to Leoxander, "Blow the hell out of something." Jolie 's gaze did not slip westward, she made sure of that.

Angelo would half-heartedly sit up on his cot, blinking wearily. So many scents. So many voices. So much -noise-. Couldn't damn well sleep -- wait. Rust. Carnations. There was...no. There was no way in hell he was here - that would be far too convenient. So he simply slumped back down on the cot until he was needed or addressed, content to rest.

Keturah :: The healing drew to a close. Keturah was skilled. With two healers all but the most superficial of wounds hand been taken care of, and Sterling might count herself lucky to come out with nary a scratch. Still. No food and only a couple, precious hours of sleep had been snagged for the desert-born. Her magic died away in a blink, and she was pushing herself unsteadily to her feet. It would take her a moment, but the healer would compose herself enough to bow. "We should see if there are more to be tended to." Her clinic on the opposite end of the island would be quite busy now, too, she was sure.

Roelstra moved past Leoxander, not aware of his wounds at present, poking her head into the tent. " Ket, are the Rangers doing as they ask you to?" Anxious green eyes scan the interior, watching one of the Rangers laying out more bandaging and cutting up cloth to add to the supply. Herbs and other supplies were already being organized. Sterling's cries did not go unnoticed, shifting a concerned frown onto the prone and now quiet Delta. "Easy, Sterling. You're gonna be alright."

Lynette opened her eyes to look at the woman but only for a few moments. For once the pain was gone and the command to sleep was given, her eyes closed and her body went limp with exhaustion. You could say she was asleep before her head hit the pillow but she was already laying down.

Keturah said to Angelo, "Lay back down and rest."

Keturah flicked a glance toward Roe, "Yes. We're as organized as we can be, I am thinking." For all the chaos.

Angelo would do as told - no need to aggravate Keturah at this point. Besides. Resting was nice.

Kirien might've flinched at the emotion sent barreling into him from Alaine; standing so close and touching her, he felt it far too strongly and it sent his head reeling. Quickly, he was taking another long swig of that bottle, but he did not let go of the woman, trying his best to send a feeling of reassurance to her through the contact. He was not sure if he possessed such an ability so whether or not anything would reach Alaine was uncertain and possibly unlikely. "She'll be fine. Hanan'll have found her. I'm sure." It was all he said before the elf was pulling away and heading to the tent, and the vampire's eye swiveled back round to the departing Maladroit. He watched it for a long moment, fine brows furrowing in slight bemusement, silent.

Araina rose to her feet, not as steady as she should be, and not willing to admit that she wasn't. She made her way to the tent, a tilt of the head in greeting for the same woman she saw so often in the Jolly Roger, even knew her name, " Keturah. Need any more help? I think we're all set out here."

Arien would not be gone long. That hole would be easy enough to find, the parasite had done little enough to hide it. Probably because it was surrounded, whether for guard or for labor, by the Time Lord's thugs and possibly more, by now. She'd be moving through the milling crowd, trying to close her ears to the sounds of suffering as she approached Jolie. A slip of parchment, neatly folded in half would be passed to her. "Be careful, there is a significant force present, mercenaries I'd guess at, just by looking." ( From Marigold Bridge 5 n, 1w, 3 n)

Satoshi coils a tail a hint more tightly about Kasyr's neck upon spotting Jolie, and ears fold back into a wary set.

Angelo coughed, eyes opening again as he looked for his pack. "Where's...that damn..." He'd finally take it and hold it close, taking out that pearl again. Now he just needed to wait until he saw Leoxander and give the damned thing back to him.

Arien would turn a look to Leoxander now, a certain grim determination entering her eyes.

Jolie took the parchment, unfolded it, studied it. "I'd be coming at it from above. Fifty pounds of incendiary explosive ought to make him stop and think before he barges into my...." she just stopped talking, then and looked to Leoxander.

Leoxander was still standing in the middle of the camp, trying to count numbers, see who was there and who had not made it. He was worried about the Beta, but knew already he didn't have the strength to go back howling for her. Sterling wounded as she was did not settle well with him, but he'd be listening for Jolie's answer while spotting a few new faces in the crowd, who hadn't witnessed the battle. Eyes tracked the elf cautiously back to the necromancer, as though he did not trust them in that close range.

Jolie said to Leoxander, "These.. creatures the fiend has got. Know any weaknesses?"

Leoxander said to Jolie, "You're gonna piss him off. Give me some warning, if you can, so we can be ready for whatever he retaliates with. Or whatever crawls out of that trench next."

Keturah shifted a weary stare toward Araina, offering that gentle healer's smile. "I believe we are well.. but I need to be seeing to my clinic tonight." Hands lifted to ruffle her curls and she would be stepping out of the tent alongside Araina and nearer her golem. "I would be back in a few bells if fortune allows it.. but we should be.. well. For now. Yes."

Kirien 's ears pricked up and swivelled in the direction of Jolie and Leoxander; and none too subtly at that. Another drink of that bottle followed.

Leoxander looked around, "Roe', Athyaron..." He knew those two were involved with the battle with the wraiths.

Araina offered a small smile in return, " Alright. I think I'll stay just in case, though. I'm sure we'll need everything we've got at this point. Be well." Hearing Jolie's question, though it wasn't meant for her, she answered, " Basic elements in a no, he turned my fire. And coated the Barrel with ice."

Jolie said, "I intend to piss him off." She looked about at the wounded, the hiding. "Might get him off your own arse long enough for you to regroup."

Sterling has calmed considerably when Athyaron and Keturah have finished patching her up. While her fur would have to regrow with time, the pale flesh that lingered beneath is repaired. With a glance toward Rolestra, Athyaron and Keturah, the delta languidly moves to slip from the cot, her lethargy apparent as she seeks to sloppily pad from the tent and out into the open. Just a few feet out into the space that housed the others less wounded, Sterling's stubborn self gracelessly flops onto the floor, attempting to hide her lengthy patch of missing fur from prying eyes.

Groth finally broke away from his memories and turned back to look at all who had gathered. A few familiar faces, but no one seemed particularly unoccupied enough to notice him. He couldn't blame them. From the sounds he heard in Rynvale and what he saw, they didn't really need to be doing anything other than recuperating. It was only slightly different with his Trolls after all. Groth didn't bother to try and commit all the voices and faces to memory, there were too many and not all of them seemed very important. The Troll headed towards the exit without a word to anyone, only his heavy foot falls would alert anyone who could hear him of his departure.

Alaine only took a few moments in the tent to realize that she wouldn't be of much aid; she had no healing ability, and the surgeries she could manage seemed futile against the desert-born's skills. So, with only seconds spent hovering near that wall, The Fox hastily slipped through the exit, though not before offering a pat to Keturah's shoulder as The Fox followed behind her. Kirien was approached in the open cove, fingertips pressing to his elbow in silent reassurance -- a touch would be more than enough for the empath to feel the elf's calm demeanor -- followed by a brief whisper.

Leoxander said, "If this fire creature was his, that thing didn't have much weakness at all. Only thing that stopped him was the physical hits. And it'd be a damn miracle to get that close to another one, again. Took bloody... five or six of us."

Jolie frowned, "Fire creature?" She shook her head. "The one that came for me was.. cold."

Roelstra 's pointed ears perked up, straightening her back to avert attention to Leoxander. For the time being, she'd unstrap her quiver and pull her bow off her torso to set both into a safe spot off to the side of Keturah's impromptu triage. Graceful booted footsteps would bring her to Leoxander's side. A nod of acknowledgement was tipped to the sin-eater, not having seen her in some time.

Roelstra said to Leoxander, "Yes, Leo?"

Kasyr presses one hand to the side of his head, an intensely annoyed expression playing across his features as the starting of a headache takes hold upon him, before he simply begins to start over towards Kirien. Which is probably why he fails to notice Tysinni before she all but plows straight into him, abruptly forcing the vampire into an abrupt bit of manic flailing so as to regain his balance. Whether by virtue of his armoured trenchcoat serving as an anchor or his unnatural grace, he manages to retain his balance, something which is than put to full use so he try and prevent Tysinni from falling over. Well, unless his brief bout of hapless arm waving pre-emptively caused that. "Ugh, Sato-Cat...it's too crowded here."

Alaine glanced once more to the surrounding company, offering a smile to those familiar before the artificer took her leave, back up the cliff to her prior destination.

Athyaron had heard his name called by Leoxander, and would answer in a minute. He dared not tell the delta to stay in bed, as it would likely earn him a bite or four. Instead he removed the red dragonscale cloak he wore and placed it over Sterling. "Keep it til you can get your own clothes...." he says before turning his attention to Leoxander. He was just making his way towards him when he felt a sharp pain in his right arm, followed by a small trail of blood running down. Silently cursing as he clutched his wrist he knew what had caused it. Ceraphina's curse had eaten away at a large portion of his mana, and healing Sterling had pushed it. Nonetheless, he made his way towards Leo, keeping his distance respectfully of course, but close enough to not have the need to shout. "Yes Leo?"

Jolie spotted Kasyr. "Tiefling. I owe you a barrel." Which would have to do for apology for the ruse.

Satoshi 's claws sink into the thick fabric of Kasyr's coat as she's forced to cling amidst his flailing. Lacking a voice in this shape to respond with, she instead dips her muzzle in silent agreement. Much too crowded.

Athyaron gave 1 red-dragonscale cloak to Sterling.

Ranok || The hooded man waits outside Leo's tent, keeping eye on the troops. He had no direct healing skill himself. He was waiting until Leo asked for him. The entire reason why he was there. Arms are crossed while he waits. He also might have been doing a spot of eavesdropping while he was at it. Couldn't have hurt, now could it?

Jolie said to Satoshi, "I have a refugee to send you. Nice kid. Wrenched him off the Parasite."

Leoxander turned his attention to Roelstra, to speak. "Any weakness on those things you all fought in the Barrel, from what you could see?"

Jolie turned her attention back to Leo and the ranger.

Araina took notice of the blood, and knowing of Ceraphina's curse and what it meant, stepped forward, " Sit down, you've used too much." Though, she wouldn't remove him from the conversation or anything such as that, putting down a barrel near Leo. Speaking of which, she spoke to him next, " We may have a problem." Another one? Of course. "Lynette reached out to him. Mentally. He may be able to use that connection."

Satoshi narrows her eyes at Jolie's words, but thankfully lacks the ability to give any sort of retort at the moment.

Leoxander caught a look toward Athyaron's later approach, eyeing the arm he held. "If you got anything to tell the Sin Eater, do so. Then get yourself looked at." He could feel Arien's eyes glaring into the back of his head, so after a look toward Ranok to regard the man's patient waiting, he'd search for the governor to escort him to that larger tent off to the side.

Kasyr eyes Jolie warily, hands briefly lifted up as though prepared to fend off undead rats. Which, frankly, he had been expecting all day, "Er. No, really. The gesture- appreciated. But not my thing. I have better living quarters. Less ratty, too." A pause, and the vampire’s expression shifted from wary to curious, now focused a fair bit more on the necromancer. He was looking for...something.

Tysinni manages to stay on her feet with the help of both her natural agility and the person she had bumped into. She must've hit him harder than she thought because he looked rather ridiculous flailing like a dilapidated windmill. "I'm fine, fine..." After they are both a great deal steadier on their feet, she'd offer Kasyr a grin. "I was rather caught off guard at that. Didn't even try to sneak your coin pouch." The thief was only slightly rankled at that thought. The bump and grab was a ploy she had used to roaring success a number of times. "Next time, eh?"

Jolie caught the glare from the Ice Queen. "All he wants is to be a mage. Vuryal lured him with promises. Figured you'd do a better job of teaching him." she might have shrugged, were it not for that goddamned shoulder.

Leoxander was paused, to look toward Araina. "Don't g'damn tell me that..."

Angelo would siphon off a bit of emotion into the pearl offhandedly, clutching it to his chest as if it was the only thing keeping him sane. He wriggled his toes experimentally - he tried an illusion and...nothing. At all. Not today, at least.

Jolie gave Leoxander a cursory nod, if he was leaving.

Kirien puffed his cheeks a little before downing the rest of the blood wine. Though he did not feel quite full enough yet, it would do for now - it was enough to quash the hunger so much that he was not constantly thinking about it. Watching Alaine leave, he then turned about in search of something else that could occupy his attentions; perhaps something useful.

Araina shrugged, though she was aptly more worried than she let on, " Said she got nothing in response. But left open, Leo, you know what that could mean for her."

Keturah took a moment to lean against the golem's leg, willing away the tugging exhaustion. Eyes shifted across the camp once, taking in the faces of those who were there and noting- with an inward cringe- that Leo was still injured. Reassuring herself all would be well and the world would not come to an end in the few hours she treated those at what was likely to be a busy clinic, Keturah peeled herself from her construct's leg.

Roelstra raked pale digits through her thick raven-black mane, scratching languidly at her scalp. This motion let her think for a moment, " Some physical blows did seem to have an effect on it, but it would take the strength of two to three lycans to effect it. Hell, it'd even take two or three vampires to deal damage worth a damn." Emerald greens meet heterochromatic orbs wearily, " I did not see much in the way of magick cast upon the foul things. So, I cannot speak in that regard. The creatures reek of death and...." she struggles for an adequate word, " banal things..unholy things." The impressions she'd picked up from scent alone had her wondering if holy magicks might be of some help against the abominations.

Kasyr presses at the side of his head again, one hand brushing up to start tugging anxiously at an ear. Tysinni is given a fleeting glance upon her recovery, "Glad you're okay. Sorry, I'm...distracted. Et..er. I wouldn't honestly. My tails generally around it." Fair warning for a fair warning.

Leoxander lifted his hand on that injured arm to rub over half of his soot and blood smeared face. He gave a sharp curse that several people milling about would likely hear, then turned to stumble for that larger tent, throwing his bracer and vambrace roughly into the opening before he'd be ducking out of that bow. He didn't miss that nod, but only spared one last look in Jolie's direction. The rogue needed a moment, before he passed out.

Athyaron didn't really have anything to tell anyone, and well..he knew what caused his own injury..and really did not feel like explaining that one to Keturah or another healer. I mean what was he supposed to say? 'I stupidly tapped into the dark energy of a curse placed on my ex fiance through a link she put between myself and her and it ate away at a large portion of my mana?' Yeah..no way in hell was he about to explain that. None of this would be voiced of course, instead he would simply nod and do as Araina said..for now anyway. "I'll have to push it Araina..." he says quietly as his wrist is hit with another sharp pain, followed by a litte more blood trailing down onto the ground. "Others are injured.."

Araina shook her head, but it was a gentle, friendly smile that curved her lips. Fond, some might say, " None that aren't being tended to. Use much more and I'll be healing you. You need to rest."

Arien would leave Leo no choice now. As that conversation concluded between the Darkness and the rogue, the elf was herding the male with her presence toward that tent opening again. Only when it fell to offer some measure of respite from the din beyond, would he find her hovering her fingers just above that blistering skin, the captain's arm taken by what parts of it remained unseared to rest cradled on the length of her own. Healing mana was passed from her body to his, carefully and in measured doses as she worked slowly to heal from the deeper levels of his flesh and damaged nerves, toward that surface of sun browned skin which with the passage of long minutes, unless he pulled away, would begin to make appearance again.

Jolie made a hissing sound from between clenched teeth. "Unholy alright. I've got Buckely's chance of coming at 'em with my stuff. And I am not terribly holy..." Roelstra got a wink, because the ranger would know that all too well. "Got to be -something- that'll put a dint in 'em. Maybe we need to experiment on one."

Arien said to Leoxander, "There is something to be said for sleeves." A mundane, and likely irrelevant observation, but she couldn't help the fussing over the fact that his flesh was by and large unprotected every time he fought."

Jolie thought about the explosives strapped to her familar. And the alchemical napalm she had in barrels - much like the one she'd dropped on Kasyr, minus the rats - back home.

Athyaron shakes his head, stubborn as ever. "I can handle my own wounds Araina. There might be others with wounds as severe as Sterling's..."

Tysinni gives her bumpee an assessing look. Kasyr was probably a bit more than she'd want to take on in a traditional pick pocketing. Maybe a highway robbery.... Quickly she shakes her head, clearing those thoughts away. Wasn't time for that kind of shenanigans today. Instead, she'd offer him a sort of half-grin. "S'okay. I'm sure I'll get a chance some other time."

Sterling watches those milling about until she can no longer remain awake. Eventually, the delta, who remains in wolf form, is sleeping soundly.

Araina herself, needed to rest, but there was too much on her mind. More important things to worry about. So she pushed back the weariness, going over to the vampiress with a worried expression, " You staying here tonight Ro?"

Leoxander would try to find somewhere to sit just inside that tent, an overturned bucket or makeshift log they'd been using for a bench, if nothing else. He didn't pull away from that healing touch but his other hand lifted to catch the forward fall of his skull, spines of blonde sticking through his blood stained fingers while she'd mend his burn. Not much to be done for the new scar on his jacket. He'd sit there in a slouch for a moment, tent flap open to still see beyond, and Ranok could easily enough see him. "You've got some damn timing, mate." It was a compliment, however gruff his voice. This said to the large smith cloaked and hooded, if he heard.

Satoshi gives the side of Kasyr's head a nudge with her own, purely for the sake of it.

Araina said to Athyaron, "Too many have been injured, and most have been healed. No one else here needs you right now. Stop being so damned stubborn and rest."

Jolie nodded thoughtfully at Aryathon's reply, as it only confirmed what Roelstra had said.

Keturah glanced toward Araina and Athy, though it was the silver haired one who had her focus. "See to yourself first, healer." She repeated it like a well known lesson, though it seemed the druidess would not be setting an example of it, tonight. "I'll be back soon." With that, she was heading up from the path she had come, worry for more than just her clinic on her heart.

Roelstra would watch Leoxander wandering off for a moment, hoping he'd come back to gather any information Athyaron could impart. Hell, if he'd at least heard her, she'd feel of some use to the lycan pack that apparently had taken her in as one of their own. By proxy, at least. Emerald greens swerved to meet Jolie's, a smirk tugging at plump lips, "Neither am I. But, I'm no spellslinger." Her petite frame would turn fully to face her old associate, " Maybe, I wouldn't know. It's been my experience that any magicks that are on the opposite end of the spectrum of something banal or evil works best. So, if we had a priest or a paladin..." The vampiress trails off with a shudder, nose crinkling with disdain. Holy men. Puh. "I don't know. If you can think of something, we're all ears, old friend."

Athyaron said to Araina, "Me stubborn? Bloody hell Araina, you rest too. You got Amelia and Haidyn who don't age at a gods damned rapid rate thanks to a curse. You're gonna be needed a lot longer in their lives. Plus..they don't hate you like Bo'az and Yasmina hate me."


Kirien picked his way through the camp until he came across a particularly familiar presence; Araina, wherever she might be by this point amidst the crowd. For a moment he might just stand there as if his muscles had locked up, wanting nothing more than to seek out comfort in the woman he'd come to name 'mother' over the past few months. But they were busy and chaotic and there were too many things to tend to, so he'd nudge a shoulder briefly against hers instead, give a waggle of white-tipped ears, and then try to untangle some bandages so someone else would not have to do it at a later time.

Leoxander watched Keturah walk by along the shore.

Jolie 's lips curled to a smirk at the word 'paladin'. "I'll set one on fire. See how it likes that. If that fails, we try something else. Roelstra, can you be spared from here for a time, perhaps? I think some of that napalm would come in handy." Again her gaze wandered over the wounded throng. "Or you could help me hunt one down. If they're coming out of that hole the elf spoke of, we could set mines. -If- we can fend off any that might be wandering around."

Kasyr is getting that particular feeling of being under scrutiny whilst he's ironically staring at Jolie. Glancing both ways for a moment, he quickly settles his attention back on Tysinni, before blinking at her curiously, "Cherie, I pray you wait until -after- the parasite es in the ground before you start trying to steal things from moi, be it my heart or my gold." With a smirk, and a gentle shrug of his shoulders so as not to dislodge the perched 'fox', he quietly adds," Enough disasters happening as it is..."

Arien was still working steadily at that healing, eyes watchful for signs of recovery of the burn, if not of his weariness from the night's events altogether.

Arien said to Leoxander, "Does anything else hurt?"

Araina would object, but then that shoulder was against her own, reminding her of what she had to lose. Though she didn't look at the fox, a hand fisted in his shirt, the only sign of strain she'd willingly give. She growled softly, " I do this for them. To keep them safe. To keep you all safe." She caught his gaze meaningfully, including him on the list of those held dear, " Even if your children did hate you, what good are you to them dead. I don't need this right now, Ath, just bloody well rest, won't you."

Satoshi gives Tysinni a piercing look, her hackles up slightly at Kasyr's joking prospect of this stranger poaching her husband. To say the kit is possessive is a severe understatement.

Leoxander lifted a frustrated gaze toward Arien, letting his hand fall.

Kasyr idly ruffles up the ears of the fox on his shoulder, as though he had been expecting that response.

Satoshi huffs.

Athyaron shakes his head and sighs. "You know..sometimes you are just as damned stubborn as Phina or Ally ever could be..." he says with slight amusement. "And you damned sure share that trait with Yasmine. Fine, you win. I won't heal anymore tonight."

Arien met that look, with a gentle lift of brow.

Ranok || The man in question turns his head towards Leo. It was Ranok, of course. He could be smelled, by those capable of doing so and knowing him well enough to pick up the scent. His disguise, this time, was merely a formality. Just like the troops that he had bore no markings, but there were few places where such trained men could come by so damned fast. He replies to Leo in a very gruff voice, devoid of accent, "Not good enough. Sorry. Heard the commotion. Pulled my boys together to come help. Looks like I missed the real good I could do. Might be able to help further. These men are good chaps. I can spare 'em a few days to help you watch while the wounded recover. They're used to taking orders, so as long as you're reasonable, they'll help ya. Can't help but notice ya gotta problem with some kinda creature. Fire, you say? Useful to know. Anything you tell me means I can help ya just a bit more. Can speak in private, if you prefer." Totally-Not-Ranok would prefer that very much. For various reasons, among which the fact that prying ears didn't need to hear everything they had to say.

Araina said to Athyaron, "Smartass." Though, she let a faint smile peek through, " Thank you."

Athyaron said to Araina, "No need to point out the obvious. And no need to thank me. I ain't done a damned thing."

Roelstra 's keen sight perused the gathered, her Larketian Rangers seeing to that anyone who has more than minor injuries is resting well after being attended by them or Keturah or other members of the pack able to heal. Another concerned glance is thrown in the direction of the tent Leoxander had trudged in to. Her focus is on that tent flap before her contralto tones are heard quietly speaking up, " As long as I'm with someone, then I don't think Leo would mind." The Head Ranger looks back to Jolie with an expression of surprise, " Apparently, Leo and the other wolves count me as Pack. Me, of all people. And he's ordered me to never wander around alone in times like this. Me, or anyone else in his pack." A conspiratorial grin shows a slight lift in mood, "When did you want to do this?"

Tysinni widens her grin, deciding to add him to her list for a later time. Definitely after Nia was rescued and people were feeling safe again. "Challenge accepted." She gives him a rather extravagant bow and adds, "I've sort of put those kinds of activities on hold for the moment anyways." She quickly decided she rather liked her new 'friend'. She notices slight movement from around the vampire's neck and raises her eyebrow. Obviously, the fox was rather possessive. "Don't worry, little friend." In her mind, the pet needn't be worried about anything but the thief stealing Kasyr's gold.

Kirien tried not to rip up all his bandages and leaned to press forehead to Araina's shoulder for a moment, a hand leaving the mess of tangled dressings in front of him. Unable to resist a brief hug, he held on and inhaled before letting go, blind gaze drifting from the other empath to Athyaron. Another time, another place, he might've growled at him; but for now the hunter received only a hard stare before with a huff Kirien looked away, and focused on doing anything he could to be useful.

Kirien , passing by on the search for more supplies, nudged Tysinni with an elbow. "Don't get into any sorta 'activities' with him. You'll probably die." He might've smirked.

Kasyr offers Tysinni a partial bow in return, looking altogether bemused, "Much appreciated that you'd wait to ply your trade. Now, If you'll pardon me, Madamoiselle..." And with that the hybrid was moving back amidst those gathered, specifically heading straight towards Jolie. Before he'd get to close however, he'd whisper something quietly to the fox on his shoulder- and pause to give her the opportunity to act upon it.

Athyaron said to Kirien, "Draw a picture Kirien...it'll last a hell of a lot longer"

Leoxander tore his gaze from Arien, briefly, to look back Ranok's way. He knew who the man was, missing his accent or not. "Shoulda known he'd hit there, first. He made a few mistakes, though. There's somethin' he wants, else three or four of my pack would be dead. He was holdin' them for a reason." His own voice was getting hoarse, and Leo looked fairly exhausted, now, filthy with soot and such. A flex of his restored hand and arm given before he'd unbuckle his skull marked jacket and shrug out of it, six blades holstered to his ribs, three and three, beneath. "From what I hear the fire demon wasn't his. Just some lunatic determined to hunt the pack. Doesn't seem to be the drow's pet, either." Just another problem piled up, among the rest. Still, he was proud of the pack's efforts, and no casualties that he knew, save perhaps one of those wraiths and possibly Ciya, if the idiot did not wake. Leo couldn't hope for too much. His other arm would be offered to Arien, then, taking advantage of her healing to recover from a day old knife slash that he'd purposefully left there, to think about.

Satoshi 's narrowed glare at Tysinni seems to emphasize Kirien's words. She might, just might, even offer a faint growl somewhere in there.

Kirien said to Athyaron, "I'd break the pencil tryin' to draw you."

Araina glared at the male briefly before offering quietly, " You've done plenty, tonight, Ath." A small smile graced her features as she was giving him something important. Whether he realized it or not. She was proving that she believed he'd changed. As the forehead descended on her shoulder she gently stroked the mess of hair before turning in his embrace. She'd forced herself to tend to those who needed it before checking on him. Though it was always at the forefront of her mind. She took in his scent greedily, allowing it to calm her before she chuckled quietly, " Thanks for the quake."

Kasyr whispered something to Satoshi.

Jolie heard the rest as so much 'blah blah', impatient for information that was actually useful. Roelstra's final words got a nod. "As soon as possible. He'll be bringing 'em over to my pub any moment. It'd be nice if I knew how to handle them." Another huff of breath and she added, "I can't sit around and wait for him to do what he did here, and here's me knowing sweet fanny adams about how to mess him up." There was no mention of the temporal fragment, this literally held close to her chest for now. "What I wanted was a fricken target to drop things on. But who knows what alll that boomjuice'll do? Could make him stronger."

Athyaron said to Kirien, "That's 'cause you can't capture nothin' this good lookin' in art."

Satoshi meets Kasyr's whisper with folded ears and a twitch of whiskers. She's not going anywhere, it seems. Although the kit does wriggle a bit further beneath the kensai's scarf after a moment of thought.

Kirien said to Athyaron, "Clearly you ain't never seen my statues, 'mate'. Watch your damn attitude."

Araina said to Jolie, "Our luck he'd make an inferno from it. The blaze I caused didn't seem to phase his creature."

Kirien was pissy, damn it.

Tysinni waggles her eyebrows at Kirien. "What's life without a little bit of danger? Its part of my job description, ya know." Just as she's about to expound upon the benefits of being a thief, Ty is caught off guard by Kasyr's pet fox growling at her. She gives the little creature a wide-eyed look, before leaning close to Kirien. "Animals hate me. Absolutely hate me. Remind me to tell you about the time a horse tried to eat me sometime."

Jolie looked sharply to Araina. "What creature. And where? The same as the dark ones?"

Athyaron said to Kirien, "Relax. I'm only tryin' to lighten the mood 'round here a little."

Kirien , having made his way back to Araina, found himself back in that embrace again and took another moment to relax in it, sighing softly. Face buried in dark hair and inhaled absently, bringing in the calming scent of home and safety. It'd all be okay in the end. "Not that it seemed to help much…" he murmured, in response to the remark about earthquakes.

Kirien said to Tysinni, "I like stories, aye. An' I don't hate you." A shrug. "We'll have to see if my wyvern likes you one time."

Araina met the woman's gaze, she'd met Jolie before, albeit briefly, " The one in the Barrel. It attacked the youngling Nalani and Angelo's mate." She gestured lamely to them both, " He iced over the tavern and the fire I called was turned by black magic. It didn't phase the wraith at all."

Jolie said to Roelstra, "Know who his allies are? In the meantime, I could start knocking his struts out from under him. I've already kicked one."

Tysinni said to Kirien, "I guarantee it'll try to take a bite out of me. Happens every time."

Kirien glowered at Athyaron, clearly tired and currently easily irritated. "It's not workin'. As I said, watch your attitude. Around me."

Kirien said to Tysinni, "He's rather nice though. If you pet him, he'll love you."

Jolie said to Araina, "Was it magical fire or no?"

Araina might've been concerned of her appearance under other situations, but for now the soot and rubble lodged in her hair and smearing her features were given little attention, "It helped me save three of our own, Kiri. I consider that a help."

Araina said to Jolie, "Druidic magic, yes."

Roelstra said to Jolie, "Vuryal's allies? I don't know of any. I don't think he'd need them, in all honesty. "

Kasyr gives Satoshi a pat that is meant to be reassuring, before he finished walking over towards Jolie- quickly lapsing into a bow which he held even as he spoke, "I do pray I'm not...interrupting anything, ou quelque chose? I'm ...curious as to well, the whole of this situation."

Arien was reaching then, for that second arm to brush fingers over that separate and older wound, and her gaze might have shadowed slightly for the memory of the chill she had felt in awaiting his return for all those hours. He'd never said where he'd gone, or who he'd fought. In the end, it hadn't mattered except for the fact that he had returned, when she had been frigidly sure that their parting might have been their last. It was a whispered prayer and a brush of mana that would heal that secondary hurt before her fingers would come to rest on his nape, and then his shoulders, that balm that would relieve stress knotted tension passing from her body to his. It would be like taking a long drink of rest, even if his mind was unlikely to cooperate with the care his body was undergoing.

Satoshi is glad she chose to nestle into Kasyr's scarf, what with his habit of bowing.

Jolie said to Roelstra, "Everybody needs allies. Anyhow, ask your... alpha about our little hunt. I'll be in Vailkrin, strapping things down for a few hours. Then me and O'Bannion are coming back up this way. Got a little job to do."

Athyaron simply passes out from exhaustion. His arm had quit bleeding, for now anyway, and sleep had settled in.

Kirien had to tame the urge to kick Athyaron.

Ranok || Totally-Not-Ranok frowns, the only sign of it being the deforming of the mask across his mouth, "That complicates things. What he wants, I do not know. Third parties acting might be trying to gain favor, with that fire demon. Or he's just dicking with you and the rest. I do agree. Hitting him where it hurts might be useful. Might even have an idea where to hit, too. And with how much force." Eyes glance Jolie's way. But his head doesn't turn to the woman, "Course. My ideas don't come free. Might have to pay." He stressed the word 'free', and what could be seen of his eyebrows wiggles. But he didn't wink. Ranok did not wink. He was hoping that Leo would understand that he wasn't going to charge at all, and give him a chance to take the wolf aside to discuss his true business, under the guise of talking, well, business.

Jolie looked back to Araina. "I've got a pubful of the regular kind. I have to get back and shift it all. But I'm thinking maybe magic is not an option, so that leaves a pile of other stuff to try. My thanks, for the information."

Araina couldn't help the grin that formed on her features at the thought of the 'other stuff'. Could have been excitement, " No problem."

Jolie said to Ranok, "Shut your fecking trap, or open it and spill what you know. "

Jolie muttered 'pay' like a gob of phlegm in her throat, the not-Ranok given a poisonous look.

Tysinni gives Kirien a rather bemused look. "I don't know if you're trying to get me to lose some fingers or not." When it came to animals, she was always suspicious. Someone else suddenly caught her eye. It was that rather familiar looking figure from earlier. The fellow with a hood that she couldn't help but watch with suspicion. "Erm...I need to see a man about a lake." Quickly she hightails it in the direction of 'Totally-Not-Ranok'. She was gonna find out who he was or die trying. Well, maybe not die. But she was damn curious.

Leoxander sunk a little heavier into his slouch when the elf's hands rested on his shoulders, his arms repaired to support his lean across his knees. Shoulders jumped for a humorless laugh, because he had to know Ranok was kidding, even if his eyes had closed for a moment from that 'drink of rest' he was given. "Piss off, mate. I'll pay you by not kickin' your ass into the Chronomancer's trench." Beside, Ranok could either assist now, or be on deck behind Jolie, trying to defend his own precious plot of land rather than watching that island get beat apart. For a moment, he quieted to enjoy that helpful hold, then finally lifted his eyes through his hair toward the smith. Just as he heard the sin eater tell him off.

Jolie hated them like fleas, but she still had those sharp lycan ears.

Leoxander said to Ranok, "Better do as she says, mate. She'll cut you, you piss her off."

Leoxander mighta pointed out that fading, healed white line on his arm.

Roelstra 's emerald greens would fall upon Kasyr for a moment before Jolie captured her attention once again. " I'll be there by tomorrow afternoon at the latest. For now, I think some rest is in order." The vampiress had not fed yet; subtly, weariness tugged at the corner of her eyes. Weariness from stress and lack of sustenance. Over her shoulders, she shouts, " Rangers, make certain all injured are bunked down for the night. Their rest is needed. Then see to your own tents. The morning will bring more tasks for you, I'm sure."

Kirien cast a glance, once or twice, in Leoxander's direction. There was little time to talk though and the Alpha was more occupied with other business, so after another nudge to Araina and a sheepish murmur of, "I'll be back later. Gonna go…try an' even out the roads again," the vampire had turned to make his way out of the cove, lengthy strides carrying him off toward the passageways that would lead him back to the city and the slight destruction he'd left in the wake of that earthquake. He might also grab a snack, if he could.

Araina made her way toward the larger tent, taking Kirien with her if he chose, but more needing answers of a kind. " What do you want me to do about the youngling?" A glance was taken toward Lynette as she scraped a hand over her features, " I can try to block it off, but I don't know how well that would work if he wants her badly enough."

Araina said to Kirien, "Be safe, Kiri. I mean it."

Jolie said to Roelstra, "Righto." If there was a Vailkrin left for her to come to. Jolie shook that thought from her mind. She was not comfortable with that much napalm in her cellar, now and looked about ready to take off. "Does nobody," she said, rather loudly now, and in a clipped sort of manner that suggested impatience, "Know who's working for him?"

Kirien had little idea of how to answer those questions, so he just kept quiet. Araina received a nod though. "Of course I'll stay safe."

Leoxander would probably notice Kirien trailing passed the front of that tent, next.

Jolie used the waiting time to study that map.

Kirien swished his tail at the Alpha, and might've managed a wave.

Leoxander heard Jolie's words, and he might have scoffed quietly. But he'd say nothing.

Arien 's gaze flickered down to that healed mark, and her eyes might have widened slightly for the realization, then, of who the rogue had gone to face. There was a touch of confusion briefly, for the conflicting messages the consecutive encounters spelled out. Foe or..not quite friend? That would be for the pair to know. Leoxander would be the recipient of a quiet “Better?.." and a final squeeze of his shoulder before she'd be stepping away slightly from his back to offer him the freedom to move, to depart that tent and sanctuary, if he wished.

Kasyr quietly mumbles a, "I could take a stab at a certain group of rulers- but nothings certain." Beyond that, the vampire simply takes a seat.

Leoxander might have missed that question, watching Kirien's departure. He wasn't able to see much, sitting inside the 'safety' of the general's tent, but he didn't particularly need to. "You say something, Araina..?" He so rarely used her name, over some friendly or flirty nickname, but he had no ability to be lighthearted or casual, that evening.

Arien would hear Jolie's question, and though she could not speak for the present alliances, old ties might possibly bind still. She moved to offer a response.

Jolie snorted. There was precious little information here to add to her existing knowledge, it seemed. The black powder-packed item she'd brought with her would not go to waste, and with nothing more than a pile of waiting goin on in the cove, she had better things to do. "Maladroit!"

Ranok || Totally-Not-Ranok purses his lips. That didn't go the way he wanted to at all. He spends a moment to consider whether he ought to be 'cowed' by the threat or play it off. He decides to go the middle road: the sensible I'll-work-with-you-if-you-don't-kill-me-but-profit-might-be-nice route, "Don't know much, ma'am. Not exactly inna business of goin' up and poken' his door." His gruff voice was receding, a bit. The mock accent he'd adopted was settling in a little. Good thing, too, since it hurt his throat something awful to try, "Got annya that 'splody stuff you were chattin' about? I know a thing 'er two about things that 'splode." Barring a sample of it or not, he kind of shrugs his shoulders, "As ta where to hit 'em, usually, I go for the sensitive parts. That hole you were talkin' about might not really be anything important. I'd get some stuff to chuck down there anyways. Better to do that then tryin' ta fly over the fortress itself. Then ya might get aerial company." The dragons had been seen everywhere. He was just hoping that no body pressed the question on just how he was so certain that they were Vuryal's.

Kasyr said to Jolie, "Can we talk? Or should I wait for the next barrel to get a message from you?"

Araina leaned lightly against the edge of the tent, just enough to catch the male's gaze, "Lynette." The lycaness was slumping with weariness, fighting to keep a steady stance, "What do you want done with her?" She noticed the use, but said nothing. She figured no one was feeling much in the way of casual, " I can try to block the connection with a mental shield, but I don't know how well it will hold up if the Timelord wants her badly enough."

Arien said to Jolie, "You might want to converse with Thea, and the Eldermage. Both of their cities held alliance with his Empire, the last time we were graced with his presence. I've heard no indication of their current stance. I believe he intends to build his new force from those he can convince to accept unlife."

Jolie paused as .. whoever it was.. spoke. "Aerial company?"

Arien had moved to the entrance of that tent, to speak.

Leoxander dipped his head in a nod to Arien, his hand reaching to rest on hers briefly, before she'd step back. A deep breath was taken, then, and he brought himself to stand up, likely to have one more walk through and make sure the injured were resting, and the others were calmer. A look back offered to Arien to join him in that roaming, though he was still aware of the conversation taking place with Ranok. Ducking the tent flap, he'd step back out into the open cove, scented of blood, sweat and fire, tonight.

Kasyr said to Arien, "Larket, too. Well, back then."

Jolie said to Kasyr, "If you're happy to talk at the Corpse, we can talk. I have some barrels to move."

Roelstra gives Jolie a salute before turning towards Keturah's tent to gather her satchel and weapons. Whereas she would normally strap her gear onto her person, the vampiress didn't care to even do that. All items were clutched in one hand by their straps, the end of her bow almost dragging in the sand. Her steps were close to a trudge's pace by the time she wandered close enough to Arien and Leoxander's tent. Her one ungloved hand combed hair away from her face yet again with a loud sigh. A face whose delicate features were drawn with irritation and guilt. Irritation at her lack of ability to do anything against that damned parasite. Guilt for members of the Pack falling to injury. Some of them injured because Mahri ordered they protect her and non-wolf members of the pack. A soft but audible growl and a booted foot kicked at the sand are heard as her adrenaline winds down and the emotions of the evening catch up to her.

Jolie 's familiar loped into that crowded space again, wings tucked to its ribby sides.

Kasyr said to Jolie, "I have no complaints on that ground? Et however bristly my companion es, I imagine she would likely settle with some bloodwine. So, need help carrying barrels- or do you have that part?"

Jolie turned to the elf, glad for a shred more actual information, at last. "Will do."

Leoxander looked Araina's way with lined etched into his brow, frustrated. "She'll have to be watched, damn close. Gwen has some touch in doin' that mental healing so we can have her take a look at the girl. Like you said, he wants her bad enough, I don't know that we could stop him." Didn't mean he wouldn't try, but Niawtu's mind had been simple enough to overpower... Vuryal seemed to be targeting the children, the weak. Still, he couldn't shake that feeling he'd expressed to Ranok. "...He wants something. Maybe she can be the one to find out what."

Arien would step aside to let the alpha pass, before a subtle nod would indicate her wilingness to accompany him on that patrol. When he moved out she would follow, allowing that tent flap to fall behind them.

Satoshi can't help perking up slightly at the mention of bloodwine, despite all else that should have her grumbling and glaring.

Ranok || The man's disguise wasn't perfect, of course. Haste assured that at the time it was assembled. If you can call a hood covering most of the face and a longcoat with gloves covering the rest of the body a 'disguise', but it was the thought that counted. It could be seen through, by the clever people, as time went on, and those who could smell. He'd kept it on because of Jolie, though he wasn't going to say that. "Sure, ya. Those dragons, ya know? In the air that ripped 'cross the land. You try to bug 'em, he might send a coupla up. Ya know, though. Killin' a pet or two is a SURE way ta piss 'em off. And it'd be pretty easy, if ya had the right way ta do it. 'ssumin' that you're tryin' ta piss 'em off. Ya got a couple of options, I think. Chuck your pretty barrels down that hole after dealin' with those guards would do something, but I dunno what. Or you could take it to the man, challenge him in combat. Make 'em bring a pet out or two. Then kill one. Then maybe resurrect it or somethin'."

Araina didn't recognize the name, but all of that could be organized and taken care of later, " I'll have someone assigned then. Seems Nalani has gotten on with her right enough." That reminded her. " Nala was hit with the claws of the wraith." The problems just kept piling, " I healed her, but there's no telling what surprises might be in store depending on how much Vuryal's altered them. She'll need to be watched as well."

Jolie waited for Maladroit to unfurl his wings again and clambered one-handed onto its back, her opposite arm kept as still as she could keep it. Kasyr was afforded a brief look, "You can move the ones with the rats in." And with that - and without a polite farewell to company present or tent-ensconced, she was aloft.

Araina said to Leoxander, "She wasn't bitten, though, I saw to that."

Kasyr begins to quietly curse a fair bit, central of which are things which rhyme with 'other, duck, crock'. Damn rats.

Satoshi never knew Kasyr was such a well-versed sailor.

Tysinni had been making her way ever closer to the center of discussion. Mostly she had eyes for the disguised figure. That odd nagging sensation that he was someone she knew, would not go away. Vaguely, she registered the speeches going on around her. It was much the same stuff she had heard before, only now with more talk of explosions. No one ever seemed to notice her enough to keep her informed or actually give her a job. There was that one that Ranok had said she was going to get.... The thief's eyes narrow at the back of 'Totally-Not-Ranok's head. Gorram it. Ty mutters to herself even as she picks her way over to his side. She completely planned on saying something. As soon as the others finished their conversation.

Kasyr is generally more patient. Generally.

Jolie shouted to not-Ranok, "Maybe one would make a nice coat-rack." Cryptic, as ever, she was soon a speck over the cove, vanishing.

Leoxander rubbed at the back of his neck out of nervous habit, not so much the tension there. "Let's get em to the Den, or the clinic, then. We'll rotate the watches and have the healers do what they can." There were so many problems to deal with, so much to do, and the rogue was determined not to settle into that blank daze he'd acquired at Mahri's tower, earlier that afternoon. Walking at least a few steps with Araina and Arien, he'd pass some of those tents where he suspected Angelo, or another resting Sentinel to be. His eyes might have shifted over the Necromancer as she prepared to depart, but he'd progress to the shoreline, unless he was stopped.

Araina nodded, already falling into step with the male, " The clinic might be easier. Closer eye, and healers on hand if needed." She knew the amount of work that would be required over the next few days, dreaded it. " Did Mahri ever make it here? I pulled her out, but I didn't see her on the way." Was that concern for the she-wolf? Possibly. She might be growing to like her...a little.

Ranok cracks his knuckles, "Yeah. Well. Yeah okay she's gone." He exhales, rubbing his own face. The mask budges a little, showing a bit of white scar. "Leo. I'd rather get my business with you out of the way first. If ya don't mind. Time is kinda important. 'fore the cub goes to sleep. Ya know, the white one."

Roelstra 's Rangers were still finishing up the task of settling down the wounded for the night and making sure their own tents were secure. However, their commander was seen slowly trodding to the north, no doubt her growl picked up by anyone with ears sharp enough. Roelstra never growled, unless genuinely vexed. A couple of her subordinate Larketian Rangers called a good night to her, which was pointedly ignored. She needed to be alone with her thoughts, she needed to collect herself.

Kasyr sighs and begins to jog off in the relative direction that Jolie had left in, figuring he could likely hitch a ride with Luffy once he had found a sufficient area clear of people the dragon might squish- accidentally or otherwise. However, before he's left the area, he can't help but shout over to Leoxander, "Hey. Cap'n. Feel free to give moi a call if you decide to do something proactive like dragon hunting, or what have tu. Or, just talk about all this pandemonium." And with that, he's off.

Leoxander shook his head, that note of concern and stress obvious in his own eyes, though they stayed on the water for a moment. He was nearly dead on his feet. "No... but Hanan was there, and quit screeching, so I assume the wench found her. Mahri's damn capable of getting out on her own, but we'll start the search soon, to make sure." He'd have to rest, if only for an hour. A glance over the Larket troop to join the rest, that camp increased in size, plenty of wounded resting on the sands or under the canvas.

Leoxander said to Kasyr, "We'll see, mate."

Araina seems to appear from out of nowhere, spontaneously generating next to you.

Arien would be walking at the side of the captain, doing her best to disguise her own weariness. Only now that all were safe, and adrenaline subsided could she begin to let herself truly feel, truly register what had just happened to her home, and the very real threat that worse could be coming. Their world could be torn out from under them. She swallowed slightly against the ache that was suddenly present in her throat as a part of her wondered if the villa and tattoo parlor had taken any damage in the earthquake. How far away all those 'normal' things seemed. Her fingers crept for those of the rogue in the darkness at her side. She craved to know that not everything had been shaken that night.

Arien said to Leoxander, "The den, might be safer. We don't want to attract him to the clinic with sitting targets. We can defend the Lair more easily."

Arien would be walking alongside toward that beach front.

Leoxander whispered to Arien

Leoxander rubbed his eyes with his callused fingers.

Araina cast a glance at those sleeping, All seemed quiet considering the nights events. She hadn't expected her and Kirien's plan to work, honestly, but even if only a few had gotten out, she was grateful, "Tomorrow, then. It'll come soon enough." Lynette was her focus for the moment, wondering how much more the young of the lands would suffer, along with the rest of them, "Why don't you get some rest, wolf. There's no more we can do tonight. I'll keep an eye on them."

Leoxander said to Araina, "Make sure someone holds the night watch..."

Leoxander entirely looked ready to collapse.

Arien leaned in to whisper to the alpha.

Araina had expended too much energy during the course of the night, but emerald hues were alert, " I'll take the night watch."

Arien whispered to Leoxander.

Arien would appear to be carrying more of the rogue's weight than she normally would. And she would be moving him toward that dock, and a ferry that might take him to a secured rest.

Leoxander nodded his head, to the both of them. "I'll be awake soon." He reassured the alpha female, tired gaze moving onto the ship anchored just a stone throw away. Reaching out, he sought to take Arien's cooler hand in his own rough, blood stained one.

Leoxander would make his way aboard that ship with the last of his strength, because it was where he needed to be.

Araina tilted her head in assent, though personally she thought he needed more sleep than a mere few hours. As the two left, the lycaness would make her way to the head of the camp to keep a vigil eye on those coming and going, as well as those asleep under her guard. They hadn't lost anyone tonight, by some miracle, and she would do her damnest to make sure it stayed that way.

Arien 's hand was already there, and the pair might be witnessed moving toward that red sailed ship at anchor.