RP:Road to Retribution

This is a Healer's Guild RP.

Mihael : Sir Aberu was seated with his servant, the pair were eating fresh slabs of dragon flesh. The pieces of meat cooked over a fire, Gado turning them occassionally. A small cough emerges from the man and he spits blood out with flecks of silver. This is quickly covered by his hat as he takes it off and scratches his head. "What am I to do Gado? He's dying and we cant find someone to help. Then again I doubt anyone would want to save his life either." He lets out a sigh and lays back looking up to the sky. "If only..." His voice was like honey as he spoke, almost as if he were a siren lurring people to him.

Sabrina heard voices, well, one really, coming down the path and accompanied by the smell of cooked meat. Curious as she was she headed that way to find the pair in deep talk. She remembered them, and so she offers a smile as well as a “Odd place to find near strangers.” She finishes her approach and stands, arms crossed in front of her clutching a small but very old book.

Mihael : Sir Aberu looks up at the woman, "Ah the lady of the House of Ara." he sits up and bows his head with a cheery smile, wiping any blood remnants from his mouth. Another cough emerges though he keeps his mouth shut to hide the tainted blood. "We never did finish our conversation. Apologies, for that. I was curious as to your abilities to heal. You see a friend of Gado here has a relative who is poisoned and dying. I myself can't help him as I am not a healer. Perhaps you might be able to?" While he speaks to her he leans forward staring into her eyes with his own hypnotic orbs. One could easily get lost withing the swirling crimson and ebon pools. His voice didnt help either as it only seemed to add to the sensation when looking at his eyes.

Sabrina arches an inquisitive brow at his cough, and after explanation of a sick loved one she appears softer and less questioning. She kneels down to Gabo, patting him on the head, her focus lent on him solely. “Poisons are the art of herbologists.” It wasn’t that she couldn’t help, but she preferred people went through the proper channels. “You were in Larket, why didn’t you…” Her voice trailed off, her gaze lingering on his to the extent she forgot what she meant to say. Her eyes clamp shut, light fighting off a headache and when she opens them again she looks ready to throw up. She sensed this feeling before, but she couldn’t put her finger on it. “I think I need to rest.” Resting was one thing she was getting more and more of since the Runesmith forged the protection that kept her curse in check. Eat, and sleep. That is what they said, but when to do which, that was a question she was consistently troubled with.

Mihael : Sir Aberu tilts his head in an almost all too familiar fashion. "Well I was told you were in charge of the healers guild thus I went to the source. An herbologist wouldnt be able to help anyway. The poison is such that its unique to a particular race..." He stops and looks at her carefully, he turns to the side as he replaces his hat at an angle not realizing he did it. The fedora obscuring the top half of his face leaving only the bottom half visible, another familiar sight if Sabrina took the time to think back as to where she saw half hidden face with the scars.

Sabrina wasn’t stupid, but she wasn’t exactly quick about the identity unfolding to the man in front of her. “Particular race?” She was already categorizing the few poisons that could take only certain races and it hits her. Her mouth falls open, widening eyes take in his face… his form…. She looks at Gado wondering what would make him so calm at this situation and in a moment of bafflement she steps back- tripping over her own damned feet that didn’t seem to want to move in accordance to her commands. She would have screamed if she could remember how but here, in the middle of nowhere, was the last person she thought to seek her out. In Rynvale of all places.

Mihael without thinking moves with his unsually blinding speed and catches Sabrina as she falls. "Are you alright he asks her setting her down. His hands were covered with gloves just in case. "What's wrong?" he asks with concern in his voice as he places her gently down and walks off to where he was seated coughing up blood and silver flecks into his hand. As he sits he wipes the silvery blood upon the ground and looks up at her with a smile. "Sorry about that."

Sabrina was caught, her eyes scanning down to see his hands upon her form. Where he meant to let her down easy she was already in the process of breaking free and sort of plunks down on her bottom and keeps staring at him. She didn’t wait for sorry or explanations. As soon as he turned to go back to his seat she took off like a bat outta hell down the path from which she came; her feet scrambling to gain footing and leaving marks in the dirt and her book falling to the ground some distance off the path.

Mihael let out a sigh, he gets up and grabs the book. Suddenly he stands before her with the book extended before him to give it back. "No sense in keeping up pretenses I suppose. I mean you no harm. I'm dying and need your help. In exchange I will give you the children of Cenril, minus Gado here." Before he can continue however he goes into a coughing fit and literally collapses to the ground as if dropped from the sky. Soon enough his mouth, hands, and the earth below him is covered in his blood. "Help me Sabrina, or kill me yourself..." he manages to say through coughs before his eyes flutter and roll back slightly.

Sabrina skids to a halt, backing up even with the offer of the book, fear clearly riddling her face. She is speechless and rendered temporarily mute. A long silence follows before she can gather her wits to speak he is on the ground. She looks around for some sign of what she should do. “The children, where are they?” She is still standing, afraid to come too near, and she is reminded that her protection is still active and her ability is locked within her form. She comes to the decision to kneel by his side. “I thought you meant to kill me… I didn’t know you were this far gone.” Her heart was breaking to see him like this, but she had given her word the terms of his recovery. And she wasn’t going to heal him here in the middle of nowhere- not fully knowing his reaction once brought to full strength. She needed to see the abducted, and know that they were safe.

Mihael opens his eyes slightly, and smiles as he coughs some more blood up. "No I wouldn't hurt you unless you gave me no other choice. And even then it would not be me." He points to the west far in the distance up in the mountains towards Larket. "The children are safe. They were taken to expand the lycan race, but instead became students." he lets out a heavy sigh and Gado approaches her. "I think that device in his chest isnt working properly, he said it was created to syphon the silver and keep the silver from spreading and killing him. However since Cenril he hasnt been the same. Each day he gets worse." Looking at the hermit they would be able to see that he is unconscious. "He mumbles in his sleep about death, re living the massacre of his family. He mentioned burning hollow to ash, that if he is to die, then he would do so fighting and not in a bed.

Sabrina is actually comforted that Mihael is out cold. She takes the liberty and lifts his shirt, tapping on the device which seemed to now be resting dormant in his chest cavity. She wraps her fingers around it, sliding it up and out of its home and slinging some near-chrome looking puss to the side. She sits down next to Gado and begins tinkering with the parts. “I can’t fix this.” She is still tinkering, but short of getting a whole new apparatus she wasn’t sure she had the knowhow to filter that-much silver from his system; it had grown so contaminated the blood was twice as thick as it should have been and took on an iridescent state. Still, she had to make sure M was at least well enough to stand for trial. His death would weigh heavily on her but not so much as those he would harm or kill from that point on if she healed him now. “Come on then.” She tucks the syphon in her bag, wrenching her arms under his shoulders to drag his unconscious form to the nearest healing room- the torture chamber at the Garrison. “Gado, if you want to stay at his side, you need to help me.”

Mihael : Gado nods and begins to pull on Mihael's leg following the woman. "Is there a way to keep him alive while you fix that?" He wasnt the smartest person but he knew that without it his condition would only get worse. "Where to?" he asks her continuing to pull the man and drag him.

Sabrina nods. “I will keep him alive, but I can’t do much else until he has proved his end of the bargain. People have to keep their word, Gado. In the end, it’s all you got. I will make sure he is comfortable and unabused.” Together they managed to move at a snail’s pace, but by sundown they would have arrived at their destination where Sabrina would have properly saw to his treatment and condition. His energy, however… she would be quite careful to keep him as harmless as possible without causing pain.

Mihael : Gado follows her until they get to their destination then bows and says, "Thanks. I will get the kids for you and follow his last wishes as he ordered." He lets out a sigh and whispers, "A lifetime of bloodshed for the old man awake or not, I wonder if he ever knew peace." Shaking his head he heads off towards Larket. The other was located there with the children and so Gado left to tend to his duties. Mihael had left strict instructions on what to do should this situation occur. "I will let you know when and where the delivery of the children will be. I expect to see him alive still. I leave him in your hands, the lives of the children and the old man are now in your hands.

Sabrina wasn’t worried. As far as she was concerned this would all end well, and these were the first steps leading to a very long and very boring life for the Hermit she still considered a friend. What good that was left in him had to still be there. “Send a Raven so I can arrange their pick up. In the meantime, don’t fret. She had both his ankles now, turning him around to the correct path and dragging his very heavy form through all manner of dirt and mud.