[Whyt's Journal] Jenell feels her blood begin to pound at the sound of the rousing chant, "Rage of the Clans".
While we were cleaning up after helping the hunters, Jenell told me a little
story about the last time she had hunted, er helped the wounded in this same
spot a few days before............
(As told by Medic Jenell)
>Urusai chuckles.
>Urusai points north.
>Urusai clasps your hand tenderly.
Gadabout Urusai's group just went north.
[Mistwood Forest Road]
Faded red bricks, once neatly laid in a herringbone pattern, now exist only as scraps of pavement heaved up and broken by years of neglect. Weeds grow through the crumbled mortar, obscuring the direction of the road. Wild roses climb in a high thicket along the northern side of the road to form a tangled mass of sweetly scented thorns.
Also here: Gadabout Urusai and Mentik.
Obvious paths: north, south.
>Urusai grins.
>drag uru se You can't go in that direction.
>look
[Mistwood Forest Road]
Obvious paths: north, south.
>Urusai says, "good life mana here, I believe"
>You smile.
>You say, "don't need it"
>Urusai chuckles.
>Take Urusai right leg ExternalYou touch Urusai.
You feel the transfer beginning as a cold stillness settles in the center of your being and you steel yourself for the impending explosion of pain.
>You smile at Urusai.
>You sense that Urusai's right leg wounds are fully healed.
>You say, "ooww"
>Urusai slings a black target shield painted with a giant bloodshot eye over his shoulder.
>Urusai rubs you gently.
>You say, "you are hurt deary"
>You feel a burning pain in your left leg as Urusai's wound transfers to you.
>You wave your stuffed duckling at Urusai.
>Urusai chortles softly at some secret joke.
>You say, "you need to not get hurt deary"
>Urusai blinks atyou.
>You say, "i am a wound wha..."
>Urusai says, "but then I wouldn't see so much of you..."
>Urusai asks, "a wounded what?"
>With care and caution, Mentik shapes and forms the lower limb of the bow, keeping in mind the flex for power.
>You say, "a wound what"
>Urusai blinks.
>Urusai babbles incoherently.
>Urusai throws each word of his rapidly crescendoing chant to the air, a look of conviction upon his face.
>Urusai stops performing his enchante.
>With care, Mentik shaves and then tests the lower limb of the bow with his shaper, getting just the right flex for power.
>The surge of battlelust brought on by the chanting of "Rage of the Clans" fades away.
>Urusai chuckles.
>Mentik smiles.
>With great care Mentik carves the nock just above the riser assuring a flat surface for the arrow.
>Urusai strokes his stubble in thoughtful contemplation.
>Mage Qwazar just arrived.
>Mentik drops a cherry short bow.
>Mentik smiles at Qwazar.
>Mentik says, "heya"
>Qwazar says, "Heyo"
>Urusai chortles softly at some secret joke.
>Mentik gets a cherry stick from inside his leather haversack.
>Mentik asks, "how goes?"
>Qwazar says, "not sure, just waking up"
>Qwazar grins at Mentik.
>Mentik chuckles.
>Mentik says, "well....g'mornin to ye then"
>Qwazar chuckles.
>You say, "mornin'"
>Urusai grins at you.
>Qwazar says, "aye, good or bad remains to be seen"
>You see Mage Qwazar Elion, a Human Warrior Mage.
He has some faint scars along the left arm, some faint scars along the right hand, deep cuts across the chest area, faint scuffing to the left eye.
>You say, "ok i see a hurt person here"
>Mentik smiles.
>Mentik nods.
>You say, "i think i need to take their wounds"
>Qwazar searches around for a moment.
>Urusai chuckles at you!
>Qwazar says, "not yet"
>You glance at Qwazar, a male Human.
>Qwazar begins an eerie, warbling wail of despair.
>Mentik puts his knife in his arm sheath.
>Mentik gets a black wood shaper from inside his artisan's belt.
>Qwazar nods to Mentik.
>You say, "i see some"
>Mentik smiles.
>You say, "i just cant leave them"
>A nervous tic starts up around your eye.
>You say, "i just cant leave them"
>Qwazar chuckles at you!
>Mentik nods.
>Qwazar traces an arcane sigil in the air.
>You say, "it will only take a couple of seconds"
>A nervous tic starts up around your eye.
>Urusai chuckles.
>You rub your hands together.
>Qwazar says, "but it only hurts when I laugh"
>You say, "umm"
>You look around, trying to appear nonchalant.
>You quietly say to Qwazar, "i have 10 copper for you if you let me"
>A nervous tic starts up around your eye.
>Qwazar winks at Mentik.
>You rub your hands together.
>Mentik chuckles.
>Urusai blinks.
>Urusai chuckles.
>You peer quizzically at Qwazar.
>You stand near Qwazar.
>You look around, trying to appear nonchalant.
>Urusai begins his enchante by humming softly to himself, the notes gradually growing louder.
>A gentle summer breeze warms the air.
>The strong notes of Urusai's enchante fall from his lips in a light, skipping rhythm that is almost chanted, punctuated by sustained vocalizations at the end of each phrase.
>Mentik begins to carefully examine a cherry short bow.
>Urusai appears to be concentrating intently on something.
>Qwazar slowly empties his lungs.
>Qwazar rolls his eyes.
>Mentik smiles.
>Mentik drops a cherry short bow.
>Qwazar says, "Well okay, then"
>Qwazar glances at you.
>You bounce up and down like a little kid.
>Qwazar is giggling at you.
>Qwazar chuckles.
>Qwazar just tickled you.
>Qwazar says, "persistent, anyway"
>Qwazar babbles incoherently.
>You nod to Qwazar.
>You sense that Qwazar's left eye bruises are fully healed.
>You say, "just something about wounds"
>A nervous tic starts up around your eye.
>You say, "just makes me tick"
>Urusai launches strongly into the chorus of his enchante, vocalizing half-formed words with a strong passion that causes his to flush. Deep undertones resonate in his voice, bringing a depth to his singing that could not previously be felt.
>Mentik smiles.
>You are overwhelmed by the new pain in your body and can not maintain the transference link.
>Qwazar ponders.
>Urusai appears to be concentrating intently on something.
>Mentik appears to be concentrating intently on something.
>Mentik says, "nice chant"
>Urusai grins at Mentik.
>Mentik asks, "which is it?"
>Urusai says, "wasy hoping it'd work on Jenell"
Mentik asks, "and what does it mainly do?"
>Urusai ducks his head.
>Urusai says, "Albreda's balm...calms folk"
>Mentik nods.
>Mentik asks, "calms critters too?"
>Urusai nods to Mentik.
>Mentik nods.
>Urusai says, "works well in shaman...haven't played with it much"
>Urusai says, "anyone not joined with me"
>You sense that Qwazar's left arm scars are fully healed.
>Urusai says, "long as I pump enough mana into it"
>Mentik says, "very handy when things get rough in the wilds"
>Urusai nods to Mentik.
>Mentik pats Qwazar on the back.
>Urusai grins at Mentik.
>Mentik says, "thanks very much"
>Urusai's voice grows softer as a slightly lyrical quality enters his singing, enhanced by a repeating theme in the melody.
>Urusai says, "yeah..comes in handy now and then"
>Qwazar just hugged Mentik.
>You wipe your forehead.
>You say, "done"
>You slowly and deliberately empty your filled lungs.
>Qwazar looks at you, praising you and supporting you with his approval.
>Urusai grins at you.
>You've gained a new rank in empathy.
>The strong notes of Urusai's enchante fall from his lips in a light, skipping rhythm that is almost chanted, punctuated by sustained vocalizations at the end of each phrase.
>You say, "whoo"
>You say, "i had to do that"
>Urusai chuckles.
>You say, "cant stand to see them left"
>Urusai pats you on the back.
>You nod to Urusai.
>Qwazar chuckles.
>You say, "ok i have to run"
>Urusai says, "now what about your wonds.."
>You say, "thanks all you"
>Urusai says, "er, wounds"
>Urusai waves to you.
>You say, "yeah going to hide to heal"
>Urusai chuckles.
>Qwazar grins at you.
>Kerella just arrived.
>Kerella closes her eyes and breathes deeply.
>Qwazar waves to Kerella.
>Kerella waves to Qwazar.
>Urusai stops performing his enchante.
>You say, "have to...tick will start up again"
>look kere
You see Kerella Wyrblade of the Order of the Dragon Shield, an Elf.
She has some faint scars along the right arm, some faint scars along the left leg, some faint scars along the right hand, tiny scratches to the chest, faint scuffing to the abdomen.
She is in good shape.
>You scream!
>The lingering notes of the enchante, "Albreda's Balm", fade away.
>You say, "ahh more wounds"
>Urusai covers your eyes with his hand.
>Qwazar chuckles.
>Kerella gestures.
Dark stripes form upon her skin, rippling with feral power.
>Kerella just left after carefully studying the route inscribed on a trailmarker.
>You slowly and deliberately empty your filled lungs.
>You say, "good left"
>look
[Mistwood Forest Road]
Also here: Mage Qwazar, Gadabout Urusai, and Mentik.
Obvious paths: north, south.
>You pant.
>Urusai chuckles.
>Qwazar nods to Mentik.
>You say, "now hiding"
>You wave.
(As told by Medic Jenell)
>Urusai chuckles.
>Urusai points north.
>Urusai clasps your hand tenderly.
Gadabout Urusai's group just went north.
[Mistwood Forest Road]
Faded red bricks, once neatly laid in a herringbone pattern, now exist only as scraps of pavement heaved up and broken by years of neglect. Weeds grow through the crumbled mortar, obscuring the direction of the road. Wild roses climb in a high thicket along the northern side of the road to form a tangled mass of sweetly scented thorns.
Also here: Gadabout Urusai and Mentik.
Obvious paths: north, south.
>Urusai grins.
>drag uru se You can't go in that direction.
>look
[Mistwood Forest Road]
Obvious paths: north, south.
>Urusai says, "good life mana here, I believe"
>You smile.
>You say, "don't need it"
>Urusai chuckles.
>Take Urusai right leg ExternalYou touch Urusai.
You feel the transfer beginning as a cold stillness settles in the center of your being and you steel yourself for the impending explosion of pain.
>You smile at Urusai.
>You sense that Urusai's right leg wounds are fully healed.
>You say, "ooww"
>Urusai slings a black target shield painted with a giant bloodshot eye over his shoulder.
>Urusai rubs you gently.
>You say, "you are hurt deary"
>You feel a burning pain in your left leg as Urusai's wound transfers to you.
>You wave your stuffed duckling at Urusai.
>Urusai chortles softly at some secret joke.
>You say, "you need to not get hurt deary"
>Urusai blinks atyou.
>You say, "i am a wound wha..."
>Urusai says, "but then I wouldn't see so much of you..."
>Urusai asks, "a wounded what?"
>With care and caution, Mentik shapes and forms the lower limb of the bow, keeping in mind the flex for power.
>You say, "a wound what"
>Urusai blinks.
>Urusai babbles incoherently.
>Urusai throws each word of his rapidly crescendoing chant to the air, a look of conviction upon his face.
>Urusai stops performing his enchante.
>With care, Mentik shaves and then tests the lower limb of the bow with his shaper, getting just the right flex for power.
>The surge of battlelust brought on by the chanting of "Rage of the Clans" fades away.
>Urusai chuckles.
>Mentik smiles.
>With great care Mentik carves the nock just above the riser assuring a flat surface for the arrow.
>Urusai strokes his stubble in thoughtful contemplation.
>Mage Qwazar just arrived.
>Mentik drops a cherry short bow.
>Mentik smiles at Qwazar.
>Mentik says, "heya"
>Qwazar says, "Heyo"
>Urusai chortles softly at some secret joke.
>Mentik gets a cherry stick from inside his leather haversack.
>Mentik asks, "how goes?"
>Qwazar says, "not sure, just waking up"
>Qwazar grins at Mentik.
>Mentik chuckles.
>Mentik says, "well....g'mornin to ye then"
>Qwazar chuckles.
>You say, "mornin'"
>Urusai grins at you.
>Qwazar says, "aye, good or bad remains to be seen"
>You see Mage Qwazar Elion, a Human Warrior Mage.
He has some faint scars along the left arm, some faint scars along the right hand, deep cuts across the chest area, faint scuffing to the left eye.
>You say, "ok i see a hurt person here"
>Mentik smiles.
>Mentik nods.
>You say, "i think i need to take their wounds"
>Qwazar searches around for a moment.
>Urusai chuckles at you!
>Qwazar says, "not yet"
>You glance at Qwazar, a male Human.
>Qwazar begins an eerie, warbling wail of despair.
>Mentik puts his knife in his arm sheath.
>Mentik gets a black wood shaper from inside his artisan's belt.
>Qwazar nods to Mentik.
>You say, "i see some"
>Mentik smiles.
>You say, "i just cant leave them"
>A nervous tic starts up around your eye.
>You say, "i just cant leave them"
>Qwazar chuckles at you!
>Mentik nods.
>Qwazar traces an arcane sigil in the air.
>You say, "it will only take a couple of seconds"
>A nervous tic starts up around your eye.
>Urusai chuckles.
>You rub your hands together.
>Qwazar says, "but it only hurts when I laugh"
>You say, "umm"
>You look around, trying to appear nonchalant.
>You quietly say to Qwazar, "i have 10 copper for you if you let me"
>A nervous tic starts up around your eye.
>Qwazar winks at Mentik.
>You rub your hands together.
>Mentik chuckles.
>Urusai blinks.
>Urusai chuckles.
>You peer quizzically at Qwazar.
>You stand near Qwazar.
>You look around, trying to appear nonchalant.
>Urusai begins his enchante by humming softly to himself, the notes gradually growing louder.
>A gentle summer breeze warms the air.
>The strong notes of Urusai's enchante fall from his lips in a light, skipping rhythm that is almost chanted, punctuated by sustained vocalizations at the end of each phrase.
>Mentik begins to carefully examine a cherry short bow.
>Urusai appears to be concentrating intently on something.
>Qwazar slowly empties his lungs.
>Qwazar rolls his eyes.
>Mentik smiles.
>Mentik drops a cherry short bow.
>Qwazar says, "Well okay, then"
>Qwazar glances at you.
>You bounce up and down like a little kid.
>Qwazar is giggling at you.
>Qwazar chuckles.
>Qwazar just tickled you.
>Qwazar says, "persistent, anyway"
>Qwazar babbles incoherently.
>You nod to Qwazar.
>You sense that Qwazar's left eye bruises are fully healed.
>You say, "just something about wounds"
>A nervous tic starts up around your eye.
>You say, "just makes me tick"
>Urusai launches strongly into the chorus of his enchante, vocalizing half-formed words with a strong passion that causes his to flush. Deep undertones resonate in his voice, bringing a depth to his singing that could not previously be felt.
>Mentik smiles.
>You are overwhelmed by the new pain in your body and can not maintain the transference link.
>Qwazar ponders.
>Urusai appears to be concentrating intently on something.
>Mentik appears to be concentrating intently on something.
>Mentik says, "nice chant"
>Urusai grins at Mentik.
>Mentik asks, "which is it?"
>Urusai says, "wasy hoping it'd work on Jenell"
Mentik asks, "and what does it mainly do?"
>Urusai ducks his head.
>Urusai says, "Albreda's balm...calms folk"
>Mentik nods.
>Mentik asks, "calms critters too?"
>Urusai nods to Mentik.
>Mentik nods.
>Urusai says, "works well in shaman...haven't played with it much"
>Urusai says, "anyone not joined with me"
>You sense that Qwazar's left arm scars are fully healed.
>Urusai says, "long as I pump enough mana into it"
>Mentik says, "very handy when things get rough in the wilds"
>Urusai nods to Mentik.
>Mentik pats Qwazar on the back.
>Urusai grins at Mentik.
>Mentik says, "thanks very much"
>Urusai's voice grows softer as a slightly lyrical quality enters his singing, enhanced by a repeating theme in the melody.
>Urusai says, "yeah..comes in handy now and then"
>Qwazar just hugged Mentik.
>You wipe your forehead.
>You say, "done"
>You slowly and deliberately empty your filled lungs.
>Qwazar looks at you, praising you and supporting you with his approval.
>Urusai grins at you.
>You've gained a new rank in empathy.
>The strong notes of Urusai's enchante fall from his lips in a light, skipping rhythm that is almost chanted, punctuated by sustained vocalizations at the end of each phrase.
>You say, "whoo"
>You say, "i had to do that"
>Urusai chuckles.
>You say, "cant stand to see them left"
>Urusai pats you on the back.
>You nod to Urusai.
>Qwazar chuckles.
>You say, "ok i have to run"
>Urusai says, "now what about your wonds.."
>You say, "thanks all you"
>Urusai says, "er, wounds"
>Urusai waves to you.
>You say, "yeah going to hide to heal"
>Urusai chuckles.
>Qwazar grins at you.
>Kerella just arrived.
>Kerella closes her eyes and breathes deeply.
>Qwazar waves to Kerella.
>Kerella waves to Qwazar.
>Urusai stops performing his enchante.
>You say, "have to...tick will start up again"
>look kere
You see Kerella Wyrblade of the Order of the Dragon Shield, an Elf.
She has some faint scars along the right arm, some faint scars along the left leg, some faint scars along the right hand, tiny scratches to the chest, faint scuffing to the abdomen.
She is in good shape.
>You scream!
>The lingering notes of the enchante, "Albreda's Balm", fade away.
>You say, "ahh more wounds"
>Urusai covers your eyes with his hand.
>Qwazar chuckles.
>Kerella gestures.
Dark stripes form upon her skin, rippling with feral power.
>Kerella just left after carefully studying the route inscribed on a trailmarker.
>You slowly and deliberately empty your filled lungs.
>You say, "good left"
>look
[Mistwood Forest Road]
Also here: Mage Qwazar, Gadabout Urusai, and Mentik.
Obvious paths: north, south.
>You pant.
>Urusai chuckles.
>Qwazar nods to Mentik.
>You say, "now hiding"
>You wave.
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