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[Valkor Metalus]

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Valkor was in bed, shirtless, bandages strewn over his chest and belly.
His eyes were closed, and he was in apparent pain from the way his eyes moved under his lids, and the occasional opening and closing of his hands.
His face was sweaty, though the room was was cool. A helpless servant entered his room quietly.

"M-master..." He looked totally helpless. The servant was apparently about ot cry. Valkor opened his eyes, looking through a blur.

"Im gonna die if you dont get someone right now...understand?"

The servant finally had tears running down his cheeks.

GO!!!!! Valkor cried out in pain and anguish to the servant he loved

[Serina]

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Serina was inside her home, sitting downstairs in her basement bedroom and sharpening her new toy. She loved the Kryss greatly, it was personally made for her by a good friend, and given to her as a parting gift when she'd moved to Serpent's Hold.

Sliding a grinding stone down the curvy blade's edge, her heart jumped when a pounding knock came to her door. Unknowing of what to expect at 3 in the morning, she hastily slid on a Barbed tunic, grabbed a lantern and headed up the stairs, kryss in hand.

Putting her kryss down at her side, she moved her arm back and raised the tip, so if need be she could impale her early morning visitor. Opening the door several inches, she asked in a muffled voice, "Who is it?? And what the hell could ya possibly want at such an hour!?"

Almost immediately, the shaking voice of a younger man clad in a brown robe spoke up "My m-master Valkor is in need of urgent attention" still shakily, but with a somewhat pitiful tone, "Everyone else I've tried won't bother to help him, and you're the only other woman I can think of who even knows how to care for a wounded man. Please, will you please come to my lord's aid?"

Unknowing of what to say, Serina stood there pondering what could've possibly happened to Valkor, but her thoughts were cut short when the young man realised that she had her kryss in her hand, coincidently the point half a foot away from his stomach. Turning on his heel with an exaggerated cry of fear, he dropped a bag and took off down the walkway, running through the jungle of Serpent's Hold and crying more franticly still when he rounded a bush with an oversized snake behind it.

Serina stood in the doorway, frozen as she watched the weak little man run with such speed, and then began bursting with laughter as she noticed he was running from her. Slowly, she reached for the tiny bag he'd dropped. Inside it was a rune, a map, and a folded piece of paper.

"Well, what could it hurt to go check in on him? After all, he does stand up for me a lot." Shrugging, she bolted the door and walked down the stairs to her room to pack a bag.

[Valkor Metalus]

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It was about an hour later when Valkor heard footsteps in his home. Alarmed, he grabbed his cutlass from the table beside him weakly, straining hard. His eyes were blurry. He saw a figure in the room.

"S-sir I got someone..."

Valkor was so relieved that he simply let the cutlass fall to the ground, he was going to anyways from exhaustion.

"Bring him in!" Valkor slumped back on his pillow and wondered how long he could stay concious.

"S-sir it may be an hour or two more..." the servant was breathing hard, and this comment made Valkor raise his pained brow.

"Got you a head start did you?" Valkor could feel his conciousness vanishing after every pained moment, after every breath he was forced to breathe. His life seemed to flash before his eyes. The servant shrank down to the floor and cried pitifully. Valkor reached into his pocket one last time to feel the special dagger he always kept near him. Joy entered his soul, he was no longer frightened. The door opened and shed light into the room, which ironically gave an "end of the tunnel of life" feel to Valkor.

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Valkor was brought back to health soon after