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exsiliumlogs2012-08-28 10:16 pm
stonefaith) wrote in exsiliumlogs2012-08-28 10:16 pm
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Date & Time: 08/23, early morning
Location: that one lake where that undead elf likes to hang out
Characters: Bariyan e Kodhi (stonefaith), Koltira Deathweaver (deadelfwalking)
Summary: HEY BRO TELL ME WHAT U WERE GONNA SAY BEFORE YOU GOT IMPALED oh yeah sorry about that btw
Warnings: N/A
[ Bariyan remembers the way to the lake. It is one of those things that he suspects he will remember for a long time to come, like it or not.
He can see signs of someone busy at work here. Bariyan has to step around stacked lumber and over nails, and he eyes the other tools scattered about as he goes. But he quickly turns his attention to Koltira himself, still some distance away. ]
Koltira. [ Bariyan approaches slowly, careful not to disturb any of Koltira's work. ] Have you recovered already?
Location: that one lake where that undead elf likes to hang out
Characters: Bariyan e Kodhi (
stonefaith), Koltira Deathweaver (deadelfwalking)Summary: HEY BRO TELL ME WHAT U WERE GONNA SAY BEFORE YOU GOT IMPALED oh yeah sorry about that btw
Warnings: N/A
[ Bariyan remembers the way to the lake. It is one of those things that he suspects he will remember for a long time to come, like it or not.
He can see signs of someone busy at work here. Bariyan has to step around stacked lumber and over nails, and he eyes the other tools scattered about as he goes. But he quickly turns his attention to Koltira himself, still some distance away. ]
Koltira. [ Bariyan approaches slowly, careful not to disturb any of Koltira's work. ] Have you recovered already?
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As I said, my people--the high elves--feed on magic. We are capable of releasing this energy in a torrent, and we must do so regularly.
[he pauses as he tries to think of how to explain it concisely.] Listen to me. Magic is change. That is its fundamental purpose in any world that I've seen, and I have seen more than my fair share. It alters reality. It warps, either subtly or drastically.
I can tell you now, without any uncertainty, that Martin Darkov is in the process of a drastic transformation, and that it is because of the conflict I sensed in his body.
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I'll take your word on the magic. I'm sure you know better than I do.
[ He stops pacing. ]
What is he... [ a hesitation. he does not like the word. ] ...transforming into?
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If a blood elf fails to expunge their accumulated magic, they risk falling victim to it. The condition affects their bodies and their minds: they become aggressive, single-minded, violent. Their skin pales and sags, their eyes hollow out. They are husks of their former selves. We call them Wretched.
[a pause. He's looking away, down at his hands.]
I believe something similar is happening to the child. But ... there is something else, too, that worries me even more.
[Koltira's fingers curl against his palms. He's not one to make a brother wait, or to sugarcoat what he believes is the truth.]
He reeks of undeath.
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[ Bariyan turns away again, to look at the water. Almost as if searching. He mutters, to himself: ] That can't be right.
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I would prefer to be wrong, believe me. But I cannot deny the truth of my senses. The only thing I can think of is that his sickness is ... rotting him, somehow.
[more gently.] I know you don't wish to hear this. I am loathe to tell it to you. But I can say that it is early yet. Perhaps something can be done.
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[ He wrings his hands, then straightens up with a sigh. ]
I'm sorry. I shouldn't be bothering you with this.
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I realize that you do not care much for me, Bariyan. But I remain, to my own mind, your friend.
[squinting ahead as he approaches the shore, as though looking for something.] And even if I were not, honor and my own heart would not easily allow me to ignore this situation. I don't know yet if it is possible to help Martin. But I certainly intend to try.
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He glances over briefly to watch Koltira go, but remains where he is. ]
And what will you do? [ The weariness is coming through in his voice, now. ] The boy's terrified of you.
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[once on shore, he steps around the mess of lumber and tools until he's found a pile of bags--the items he brought with him from Azeroth. He kneels down, rummaging through them, pulling out a roll of bandages and a small, delicate glass vial with a intricately carved, golden stopper. Tucking these things under one arm, he walks back.]
My initial thought was to draw the magic out of him, but that may be impossible now. I simply don't know enough, and I've hardly had time to think on it.
Here is the certain truth, however. If Martin cannot expunge the bad blood, the conflicting magic, whatever you wish to call it--if he cannot expel it, he will only get worse. His mind will deteriorate, and he will lash out.
[tearing strips off of the bandage roll.] Not of his own volition. But he will.
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He pinches the bridge of his nose and squeezes his eyes shut. When he opens them again, he looks at Koltira, watching him work but seeing nothing. ]
Whatever this comes down to -- don't hurt him.
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[The bandages are a brilliant red and gold, as though woven from sunset. Koltira wraps them around the vial, then holds out the bundle.] Take these. You will need them. If not for yourself, then for others.
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He takes the bundle and examines it with a frown. Then he looks up at Koltira. For once his eyes are more curious than tired, or suspicious. ]
What are they?
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As I'm sure you know yourself, undeath is not conducive to sleep. My body will not sleep on its own, and cannot be forced to through magical means. But this potion of dreamless sleep is made of certain herbs that do the trick.
[the liquid inside the vial is greenish-blue in color, and it swirls around inside the glass like vapor.]
Even a few drops will put a body into a healing rest. The entire vial will take a person out for a week. You may even be able to subdue Martin with it, as it is not magical in nature. It is simply chemistry. Herbs and water.
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[ Despite the care that Koltira had taken to wrap the whole thing up, Bariyan starts to disentangle the vial from the bandages. He's careful with both things, but it's the vial that he lifts up. He examines it in the light. Then shakes his head, a little sadly, before holding it back out. ]
This one is better off with you. I'm able to put people to sleep on my own. Martin included -- if I can catch him.
[ Bariyan supposes it's not polite to reject gifts. But it is only pragmatism that drives him now. ]
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As you like.
[He had meant to walk away from this, truly, and to vent his anger if Bariyan came to speak with him. But those were his thoughts as he was walking away that night, thoughts which changed in the seconds after he had turned around. The gravity of the situation had overwhelmed his instincts; compartmentalized his frustrations.
As soon as he felt the lance through his back, he knew that this problem was dire, and could not be ignored. This, too, is his primary concern. Besides which, he is a death knight: helping those who mistrust them is par for the course.
After a beat, he takes hold of Byfrost, freeing it from the ice.]
Good luck. I will do what I can.