The Third Age of Dreaming 4
From Atlantic Roleplay Wiki
Title: TheThird Age of the Dreaming IV
Author: Kirah'Q
The blow struck home. Steel struck bone with a sickening crunch. Valdyr's face contorted with pain as the elf grinned wickedly, twisting his sword and driving it further into his side.
"May the gods have mercy on your soul, enemy of my liege." Valdyr would not accept his defeat so readily. He gathered his strength, and grasped at the blade digging into his side. The sword disloged itself from his ribs, and he pulled it out with a slurping noise.
With a yell of pure pain and agony, he drove the blade back into it's master. The elf, with an astonished look on his face, fell to the ground, coughing blood. After several convulsions, he lay still.
Valdyr proped himself up on his sword, and began to make his way to over to Erurie. "Must... protect..." he thought. But even as he began to move, his vison became blurry and distorted.
"Noo......" groaned Valdyr. He fell over in a pool of blood and lay still.
Erurie woke a short time later. "Oh, that hurt..." she said as she got up, massaging her temples.
"Oh no! Valdyr!" She ran over to his still form, checking for the hopeful signs of life.
His pulse was weak, and his breathing extremely shallow, but never the less, he was alive. She cast a spell upon him, to carry him back to her home. She was weak in the magical Healing, so she would have to rely on the traditional ways of doing it.
Night came, and Valdyr's wounds had gotten none the better. Erurie had surrounded him with healing candles, applied various healing salves and performed the many rituals of healing. None seemed to do anything for him.
She sat down on a stool next to him, layed her head on his chest and cried.
"You saved my life... but I can't help you...." she mumbled through her tears.
The darkness began tugging at her vision, and eventually evelopped her.
She awoke the next morning to find herself in her bed, covered, with cup of hot tea and a peice of parchment next to her bed. Valdyr was nowhere to be seen.
She picked up the parchment, and a silver chain with a star on it fell out. She unfolded it and it read:
Erurie,
I don't know how, but i awoke this morning, and all my wounds had healed by some miracle, I cannot thank you enough. I am nothing but a danger to you, and I am unable to protect you from the dangers. Inside you will find a ward against evil, it has been passed through my family for generations. Keep it safe, and I will return for it. Again, thank you very much.
Valdyr
She smiled at the gesture.
"Don't get yourself killed. I can't keep this forever you know."
Walking down the road, Valdyr just began to smile. He couldn't explain it.
"I guess the gods are smiling today." He walked off, searching for someone that could help him.