RP:Sophie takes Ysmir to the refugee camp in Frostmaw

Setting

10th October 2011

Eastern Frostmaw gates - Later the refugee camp where the sage elves are living in Frostmaw.

Before you rests a set of sturdy and heavy gates the color of blue, pearl, and silver. The massive unlocked gate stands ready as you prepare to leave or enter, and beside the gates stand two hulking forms dressed in a faint blueish steel armor, lined with thick white fur. The two figures watch you carefully, and as you study them further, you can see that they wield giant swords, the length of three adult humans. To the north you can see the start of a camp or small town, to the south you see a dirt road leading into a snow covered path.

A royal proclamation, addressed to non-native fliers, attached to a sign (read note) is here.

The note reads - Any dragons or other winged beast that enter Frostmaw airspace without identifying themselves will be felled without question before getting above the city proper, by Cryothain and/or the Eyrie's patrols. Any unfortunate enough to survive will be taken in for questioning, or executed on the spot, should they resist. You have been warned. Obtain your permission for flight above Frostmaw at the Northern Outpost. *signed with the seals of Frostmaw's queen and the Eyrie's Air Marshall*

Frost Giant Guard is here. Frost Giant Guard is here.

Sophie leads Ysmir in climbing the cliff

Sophie has just finished leading her fellow healer friend in the now familiar climb to frostmaw. The elven Lycan is once more very warmly bundled up against the cold. Sophie points out the new sign with her fur-lined glove. "Another precaution against the parasite." She waves to the Frostgiant guards, who now know Sophie pretty well, the amount of times she journeys to and from their land. It is only when she knows they have seen her that she approaches them to introduce her friend.

Ysmir neglected to bring anything warmer than her cloth and mithril mail armor, and was sure her blessed sword would be frozen fast in her scabbard should she try to pull it out. She fidgeted with it too much, let moisture get on the blade. It was only her silver dragon nature that allowed her to wander in the cold with impunity, and though she would like to hide it, it was glaringly obvious to any who knew what to look for. Silver hair, steel grey eyes with vertically slit pupils, snowy white skin... she looked like a resident of Frostmaw already, not to mention her seemingly cold impervious nature. She breathed ice, when she needed too. Upon Sophie's words about the parasite, she found herself stunned somewhat. "That thing, Vuryal?" Something dawned on Ysmir just then, "That little girl that attacked me, she seemed as some sort of spirit. Perhaps she has to do with this parasite, Vuryal." Ysmir was sure the creature had left her alive out of some act of mercy, and wanted dearly to confront her again, to save her if she could. The giants were intimidating... they reminded her of foolish giant children who had come to her home and stolen her treasures while she slept, tipping her over on her side and scaring her awake as a prank before they left. She rolled her eyes, squinted somewhat at the massive blades they possessed. With her dragonic strength, she could probably lift such blades... not that she could use even normal ones, though.

Gylan is still deeply troubled

Tiphin : Gylan moves silently along with Sophie, eyes cast forward as he mentally fights against the frigid cold. The paladin's teeth chatter lightly despite the layers of furs that adorn his emaciated form. This was not the man's first trip to the refugee camp, but the giants were always an intimidating sight. His eyes flicker over toward Ysmir, silently acknowledging her imperviousness to the cold and wishing that he too could have such a gift. As it was, he felt as if his toes could break off at any moment. As they continue walking the man sinks in upon himself more and more, mentally preparing himself for what he knows he will see at the refugee camp. The last time had caught him by surprise and affected him in ways that he chooses not to focus on. Instead, he steels himself against the pain of remembrance and focuses on the moment.

Sophie nods gravely at Ysmir's words about the little girl who attacked her. "The accursed Vuryal seems to enjoy corrupting innocent children to turn into his evil servants.She introduces themto the guardians of Frostmaw "You may remember Gylan, I brougt him with me the other day too. He's in the log book of people allowed through.This is my friend Ysmir, she is coming to help out at the refugee camp. Please add her dname and description to the book also. She also wants to join in some combat training with the sage elves, many of those wounded during the war are once well enough to be honing their skills once more. They have even been teaching me a little archery. One of the guards moves off to do some secret stuff temporarily nullifying some defences to allow the two healers entry into Frostmaw. Another waves some kind of wand over them. "It's just to Make surethat you are who you say you are, and not one of Vuryal's minions who can shapechange, or has take polymorph potion, the giant explains to the three." The merchant/healer tries to smile encouraging at Gylan, knowing he was very disturbed by some of the unfortunate patients he met at the hospital tent on his previous visit.

Ysmir fears conditions in the camp may be bad

Ysmir waited as they passed wands over her, hoping they didn't pick up on the fact that she was a dragon. She wondered as to what sort of elven people honed their skills here, and just how bad of shape this refugee camp was in. It seemed to have been a traumatic experience for the brittle paladin. She steeled her nerve, hoping her healing abilities would come in handy, paltry though they were. She didn't even know what deity granted her such powers... or if any did at all. Maybe they were something inherent to her nature. Hells, she didn't even know what war had devastated Frostmaw. "Is it truly all that terrible in the camp?" She asked, somewhat hesitant, not knowing if she really wanted to hear the answer. She had never seen great suffering before.

Tiphin : Gylan waits patiently as Sophie speaks to the guards. Once the defenses have been disengaged and the wand waved over him, the paladin moves quickly through the gate. His head swivels toward Ysmir as she asks her question, sapphire eyes searching her silently. Coming to some sort of conclusion about her, he finally speaks. "You may not find it so terrible. Sophie seems to work well here and not be as affected as I am. I have trouble mostly because I know that there is so much more I could do had I not forsaken my path and lost my connection with the divine." His eyes then search out the form of Sophie who is given a nod. "Love, if I react the same, you must force me to leave. Okay?" His eyes search her's for affirmation of his words.

Sophie reassures Ysmir.

Sophie reassures Ysmir. "Most of the elves at the refugee camp are well and healthy. If feeling somewhat miserable after they were driven out of their home, Sage Forest by the evil, murderous, torturing, enslaving, drow. They are grateful to Queen Satoshi who almost certainly saved many elven lives by offering them asylum here. There are however some very unfortunate people in the hospital there. Greatly to be pitied are a grouped of elves who were for a while enslaved. They were given a terribly addictive drug which only their drow masters have in order to control them. It is not easy to watch them beg to be returned to slavery that they may be given the diabolic substance once more. At Gylan's request she nods. "You are a very compassionate man my love. If I see you feeling such pain today, I shall force you to leave that part of the hospital." Sophie lays a reassuring hand on the troubled paladin's arm adding in a low voice. "I love you." She also passes through the gate. "The refugee camp is over on the far side of the town, near the woods. The nearness of trees is a comfort to the treeborn in this alien land."She leads her friends into the refugee camp, filled with well-wrapped up treeborn elves. The tents themselves are all enchanted to keep their occupants comfortably warm but outside these magical tents it is bitterly cold. Sophie leads them over to a large tent tat seems almost two tents joined together. "This," She indicates one half."Is the hospital. And adjoining it is a training tent for the wounded soldiers, almost like physiotherapy, though with the threat of Vuryal, there are other reasons for even those not entirely well to train. There are other training areas for the uninjured elves, they are even teaching all the kids to fire bows."

Ysmir Looked inside, seeing the camp was relatively far into the stages of recovery. Most of the elves were recovering, or recovered... she did not want to see those addicted to the drow's drug. The elves here were strangers to such cold... they were not meant for this weather, and the magical tents had probably saved them from many more physical and emotional heartaches in fleeing to these lands. As it was, stepping from the freezing cold into the tent gave Ysmir vertigo, the sudden change shocking, instantaneous. She was interested in seeing the training others were doing, but first... she had promised to help sophie heal these people. Seeing a few in casts and slings, resting in their blanket wraps, Ysmir decided to get started immediately. She called upon powers of the light, and they responded, wherever they came from, shining a light on a wrapped up elf nearbye, seeming to come from the sky. The person gasped a little bit, probably in surprise, then relaxed, some of their pain taken away. The light had helped progress healing of a few fractures, Ysmir knew, but she already felt tired from using the power, and it had been extremely weak besides. She wondered at how difficult even a magical healer's job could truly be. She steeled herself, ready to push herself as far as she could go to help these people, dropping next to cots and talking to them as soon as she was done experimenting. She was soon running water back and forth, helping the few nurses she could find, and changing out sheets and bandages. It would be much easier if she could just summon magic to heal them all, but perhaps she would learn more helping this way.

Sophie is impressed by how eagerly Ysmir gets to work

Sophie is impressed by how eagerly Ysmir gets to work, a first using her magical healing, then when she tires moving ob the the more mundane practical, everyday aspects of healing. The healer turns to speak to Panthium. "Sir there is a patient over here with a sword wound to his side that will not heal as he was cut with a cursed blade. Do you think you may be able to help? Prayer has been known to be of great help in allowing such cursed wounds to begin to heal."

You ooc Relax my friends. Long posts or short posts are both fine and welcome. The number one rule is occly be kind to each other and have fun!

Cyllth would like to point out that *technically* this is still the Xalious Mountains. Frostmaw starts one square north. Yer on the wrong side of the gates.

Satoshi said, "ooc: Oh shush, Cyll! >> Frostmaw is in the room name!"

Ysmir said, "ooc shh, cyllth, no one asked for your input! We're sparing Sophie cuzza her arthritis. Moving is clicking."

Panthium nods as sophie speaks to him. Being a very silent person and very to himself. he walks over silently to the patient. He then kneals beside the patient and puts his hand over the wound so it hovers just above it. He bows his head and begins to pray for the wound to heal.

Cyllth hums to himself as he flies off to right other misconceptions and educate the ignorant masses.

Ysmir said, "ooc lawl cyll"

You technically kicks Cyllth

Ysmir said, "ooc lawl XD"

You will just have to remain an ignorant mass. <3

Ysmir said, "ooc rofl, sophie is an ignorant mass... this is new to me ^.^"

Cyllth nods to himself, satisfied that the ambiance is correct now.

• It starts Snowing! Like it does in Kelay tavern for Chritsmas. *

Ysmir oocly tries to surf on the snow, and faceplants into 3 feet of snow.

Ysmir worked diligently to heal those suffering

Ysmir worked diligently to heal those suffering, trying not to turn a cold heart to the pain and agony around her, even if it would make her tasks easier. She talks to the elves, listens to their stories and reminiscences, stories of the trees and their harmony in nature. She shares their pain, and is soon dabbing at her eyes with a handkerchief a nurse provided her. Every now and then, she summons another ray of light, noticing that the new paladin, Panthium, prayed for his holy gifts. She did no such thing, she simply willed them there, with no idea to what they even really were. She wondered if such gifts were more common than they seemed. An elven man talked with her amiably about his family, crying as he did so, for he had watched them all slaughtered by the merciless drow. She used a little of her strength to ease his physical, and hoped an ear and a few kind words could help heal his heart. She wished there were more she could do, to tend to the wounded. She also felt a growing anger in her breast, at the heartless bastards who had caused all this, understanding now why the other paladin Sophie had brought had been so distraught. She hadn't even seen the worst of it, if she had been more helpless and overwhelmed she would have brought the Rage upon her.

Sophie feels at peace and a little humbled as the paladin prays for the man with the cursed wound. She is glad to see how compassionately Ysmir works, the woman has a fine bedside manner with the traumatised elves. The elven lycan herself, changes the bandages of one who was not injured in the war, but suffered frostbite to both feet after underestimating the dangers of the Frostmaw weather, she talks encouragingly to the fellow also. When it is polite to speak to them, without interruption either prayers or interaction with patients, Sophie will ask. "Panthium, Ysmir do you want to go train a little with the wounded and formerly wounded regaining their strength?"

The elf with the cursed sword wound asks the paladin to stay with him for a while since his prayers afford him much needed peace. Panthium kindly agrees so to do.

Perhaps If I can learn to wield a blade

Ysmir glances up as Sophie speaks, tired from her work and not trusting that she could do another magical healing. "Yes, I would appreciate that, Sophie. Perhaps If I can learn to wield a blade, I will be able to... be of more assistance to those in need, in future battles."

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Sophie leads Ysmir over to the training and physiotherapy tent. It is adjoining the hospital so thankfully there do not need to venture back out into the bitterly cold air. The long tent has an archery range. A safe distance to the right of which many elves are practising various types of armed and umarmed combat. The merchant-healer introduces Ysmir to Candirion, one of the trainers. The elf grins at her. "Have you any experience with a particular weapon milady?"

Ysmir squares hersefl to meet the veteran with dignity. "I have none, good sir. The blade I carry at my side is more than I can handle... but I harbor a deep yearning for mastery of many sorts of weapons. Bow, spear, blade, axe... I wish to learn much. I am a quick learner, strong and fast." How strong and how fast, she probably needed to hide... to keep her dragonic nature secret.

Candirion scratches his beard. He heads to a table covered with real shields, and wooden practice swords. He takes one of each for himslef, and two slightly lighter ones for Ysmir, since he is unaware of course of her draconic strength. "Keep your shield up ready to block my blows, you can also parry with your blade, if your opponent is not too much stronger than you, or you can strike your enemy with your shield if need be. A true warrior is flexible."

The 'flying elf',

Ysmir equips herself thusly, leaving her blessed sword at her side. When the elven veteran comes at her, at first softly, she parries with the shield with ease, comfortable with it in the way it mimicked how she used her hide in battle... he picked up his pace as the training went on, lecturing her as she parried and blocked and dodged, until he told her to try taking the offensive... though her sword never came close to getting past his guard, he started wearing down quickly, surprised at how much strength was behind her blows... though she held back greatly. Eventually, a bit too lost in the ephemeral solace of combat, she rammed into him with the shield, in order to throw him off balance. The 'flying elf', as he would come to be called, brought her much more attention than she had wanted, and had her frozen on the spot, glancing around nervously.

Sophie had left Ysmir in Candirion's good hands while she practised a little with her longbow at the range. When the elven warrior goes flying after a blow from his pupil's shield however, she hurries over to see is the male needs any medical help. The warrior waves her away with a wry grin. "I'm fine, nothing hurt but my pride." Getting back to his feet he comments to Ysmir. "You are extraordinarily strong. Are you wearing a ring - of ogre strength or some such? I can tell you are no vampire."

Ysmir oocly notes that she can demand death from satoshi. This may be useful one day.

Satoshi gave Ysmir 1 Death Coupon.<3

You oocly adores Sato's "I don't care if you're Sven's left ball."

Ysmir is still frozen in place, embarrassed and scared of discovery. "I have some valuables upon my person, one of which does grant me greater strength..." She had seized upon the idea, though it was an outright lie. She hated dishonesty, but the thought of instilling yet more terror into an already ravaged people's sickened her. They had no need to be afraid of a dragon in their midst, not with all the troubles they already had. "I am sorry, if you do not wish to continue training me, I understand, and I thank you for your time and patience." She bowed cordially, awaiting his decision nervously. She seemed to not pick up on the obvious at times, in her own self deprecation, for instance he did not mind at all. her self punishing ways would probably only hinder her as a warrior, but they were a hard habit to break, after a thousand years and more of her father instilling them in her.

Candirion laughs "No, no milady, we can continue to train, I'll just have to be careful not to get myslef hurt, as well as careful not to hurt you now that I am aware of your enhanced strength." He grins broadly. "I enjoy a challenge, please come at me with your wooden sword again." Sophie is watching the pair with interest though she never fights with sword and shield herself. Another elf approaches the master healer, a dark elf! It must be quite extraordinary for those who do not know Robert to see a - drow - living here amongst the refugees from Sage Forest. Indeed, the underelf does get more than a few unfriendly looks from some of those present.

Almost every inch of her was bruised

Ysmir accepts his offer wordlessly, still embarrassed and wanting to learn. When the two started clashing again, going through forms, her face lost emotion, turned into a mask of focus. She started picking things up quickly, learning to read and adapt, and taking his lectures to heart. Her strength was less of an advantage as she held back more, knowing the more strength she used the more he would be forced to match her with greater skill, which wouldn't get her far. He landed many bruising blows through her armor, as the first hour dragged by, and she showed no signs of fatigue yet. She seemed to gain energy as the fight went on, as though she had some iota of control over her dragon's rage. Her strokes came more swiftly and surely, and less rigidly with simple form, her shield she employed with unnatural and devastating efficiency, even without using much of her strength. Soon, the two were a whirl of blade and shield, dancing across the floor in heated battle, and most everybody had stopped practicing to watch. As the battle raged on, cracks started forming in the weapons, used so roughly, and in a overthrown sweep of her blade, she smashed it to pieces on his shield, and earned his shield on her chin, sending her sprawling. She was amazed she had lasted that long, and almost every inch of her was bruised... but he had suffered more than a few himself, and she had improved vastly for little more than an hour's work.

Candirion grins proudly at his pupil

The out of breath, tired warrior grins proudly at his pupil. "You have much yet to learn milady, but your instincts are good and I am impressed with your enthusiasm for battle, your commitment and staying power. If your would train seriously with me, long term I believe you could become a great fighter. What do you say?"

Ysmir eyes light up at the prospect, and she gains her feet, bowing to him. "I would be honored, good sir, to learn from you. I am prepared at your convenience, and will not slow nor falter in my efforts to learn." She was already thinking on what she hard learned, how her swordplay techniques could be used to teach her to fight more effectively with tooth and claw. She gripped the shield with a sense of purpose, pleased at her first bout. As an extremely intelligent dragon, with centuries years behind her, she would indeed learn quickly. She smiled over her shoulder at Sophie, thoroughly grateful the wise healer had brought her here. She felt more at home with these elves than she had felt in a long time... she could help here, she was needed here. Eventually, her curiosity for humanity would call to her again, but for now, she was content to help and learn.