Sholazar Basin! ((Open RP))

[Fanghammer]

The heavily wounded elf, would not wake from his comatose state the riding wolf snarling as the scent of alliance wafted to its nose hardly giving a passing glance to the new blood elf that landed near the priest. Thought once the portal to silvermoon was opened the massive riding wolf would have jumped through as well..trained by a magi to have little fear of moving through the streams of warped space that were mage portals it would fallow easily able to match most mounts in speed the war mount would speed after the group that held its master. nn Though his body was still, with but a breath his mind continued to move..rage anger and a deep rooted hate burned through his frame, his skin hot to the touch as if by some internal fire. nn((A short one just so my mount isnt left behind <<! ))

[Asarelah]

Asarelah heard the crashing approach of the enemies rushing to avenge their fallen comrade, and made haste to follow behind the unconscious body thrown through the portal, by the adrenaline pumped Nightwarder at her side. She had to leap quickly to avoid being trampled as the senseless Mage’s wolf funneled past her, keeping as near his Master as he could get.nnLah turned to watch as Leothiel stepped through, as if there were nothing in the world to be bothered with. She grinned with a wicked glee, seeing the expressions of the Alliance ruffians giving chase turn blood red in furious rage as Leo’s portal snapped shut literally in their very faces.nn“Oh Leo, that was priceless!!!” she chuckled and would have doubled over with laughter had it not been for concern over the comatose Mage lying on the ground at her feet.nnLooking down, her expression changed to outright worry. “Leo, what’s wrong with him? I tried all I know to revive him… And nada…”nn“I recognized some of those wounds,” the Ambassador looked thoughtful. “They look similar to the wounds Oneille had when a druid attempted to have his way with her. It took paladin intervention and some rest before she recovered.” nnAsarelah focused on her hearth stone, a fierce concentration skipping across her usually trouble free visage. “No palies on duty right now, Leo,” she said, waving at the prone Magi. “We best get him to Aitana fast, eh?”nnFrosthawk nodded once, and suited actions to words, helping load the Mage on to Asarelah’s quickly summoned war horse. With a flick of her hearth stone, Lah sent word ahead, gently intruding in to the Oracle’s busy thoughts, that a critically ill patient was being brought in to the Nyxian compound in Eversong Woods, and had dire need of her immediate attention.nnWho he was and what he was doing going after a plate covered behemoth, alone, could be sorted out later.

[Aitana]

Schedules, applications, promotions, intelligence reports, logs; there were stacks of paper covering the desk in front of the weary druidess. She yawned and stretched. The horizon of the eastern sky glowed slightly. With a start Aitana realized she had not slept at all. She sighed and headed to bed leaving the work where it was for later.nnShe had barely closed her eyes when Asarelah's thoughts pierced her sleepy mind. The room was light now so she must have slept longer than she realized. She nodded to herself and responded. As quickly as her sleepy body would move she donned her armor and gathered her supplies. She was needed. Aitana rushed out the door to meet them and attend to the injured mage.

[Fanghammer]

The mage would give a sudden and sharp cry, before a trickle of crimson moved down his lips and trickled across his bare chest. Unknown to the ones that carryed his lean frame, rage boiled harshly within his mind, his skin hot to the touch not from fever but from the anger that seethed harsher and harsher within him. The mages mount would slow it pace giving a small whimper as it fallowed the group to the Nyxia compound.nn The site that would greet the druid would be that off a riding party consisting of a warhorse with Asarelah and a male blood elf, whos upper body was bare but a few strands of cloth that hung raggidly off of his bruised and battered frame, small rivlets of crimson that moved down his abdomen and soaked the lower half of his robes that were held tight to his skin by a belt with two pale glowing gems set into it. The other members were of Leo, and an unmounted war wolf that seemed to be fallowing the group of its own accord. nn(( yay back from vacation! abit short..but lets go :3 ))

[Asarelah]

Asarelah heard Aitana’s rumbling stream of thoughts, as the Oracle closed in on the small party. “Leothiel, Aitana comes… We best get this mage in to the dispensary quick!”nnAlways a man of action, the Nightwarder pulled the prone mage off Asarelah’s warhorse, slung him over a shoulder and waved for Lah to precede him inside the headquarters building on Fray Island. “After you, Mother,” he said with a glint to his smile.nnLah rolled her eyes at her newly acquired son-in-law, shook her head with a laugh, and led the way. The pair had no more gotten the comatose victim laid out on a suitable table, when the Oracle entered the room.nnAitana’s expression was still sleep filled, and it didn’t take much imagination to realize that she had been awakened from a deep repose. “You just had to wake me, didn’t you Lah? Now…. What have we here?” the Oracle asked as she moved to administer to the downed casualty laid out before her.nn“I found him in the Basin, Boss. He had gone after a Draenei Paladin all on his onesies.” Asarelah said, rolling her eyes. “THEN he hollered at me to kite the bugger, if you can believe that!!” Lah continued, muttering “suicidal mage” under her breath.nn“I recognized some of those wounds,” Leothiel offered. “They look similar to the wounds Oneille had when a druid attempted to have his way with her. It took paladin intervention and some rest before she recovered.”nnAitana turned a sharp eye on Leothiel. “What do you mean…. paladin intervention?”nn(( Aitana, as always, please edit your words if I did not get them spot on. Thankee !! ))

[Leothiel]

Asarelah wondered what kind of wounds would warrant "paladin intervention." "This is an infection that requires some type of cleansing or deeper heals that only one who is attuned to natural or holy magic can bind. That requires special cleansing that a paladin, priest, or a druid can do." Asarelah and Aitana went to work to cleanse the disease from the mage. He started to recover. Leothiel spoke up "I would would like to talk to our new found friend on how he managed to fight a retribution paladin and live. For now, he needs rest. I will return."nnLeothiel left and returned a couple of hours later. The mage he helped rescue in Sholazar was awake and walking, albeit slowly. Leothiel said "I see you have recovered, arcanist, but introductions are in order. I am Leothiel Frosthawk, Nightwarder of War for the Lady Nyx," and bowed. The rested and recovered mage replied "I am called Regorus Fanghammer." Leothiel replied "The ones who performed their healing arts on your infected wounds were Orcale Aitana Tallbear and Elder Asarelah Trueheart. Asarelah told me she saw you dragging a retribution paladin around. You sustained severely infected wounds and nearly lost your life, but in the end, he fell. When you are up to it, I would like to know how you did that."

[Asarelah]

Leo;nnYou have a few contradictions which I fixed in the Edit below. Please review it and copy it if you approve; and then I shall delete mine.nnAnd my name is NOT Dawnbringer !!!!nn================nnAitana wondered what kind of wounds would warrant "paladin intervention.nn"Oracle, my skill in First Aid is good for patching, but the nature of the wound negates the healing effect of any bandage. This is an infection that requires some type of cleansing or deeper heals that only one who is attuned to natural or holy magic can bind." nnAsarelah and Aitana went to work to cleanse the disease from the mage. He started to recover. nnLeothiel spoke up "I have many questions for our new found friend. We should let him rest."nnLeothiel left and returned a couple of hours later. The mage he helped rescue in Sholazar was awake and walking, albeit slowly. nnLeothiel said "I have many questions for you arcanist, but introductions are in order. I am Leothiel Frosthawk, Nightwarder of War for the Lady Nyx," and bowed. "What is your name, arcanist?"nnThe mage replied "I am called Fanghammer." nnLeothiel replied, "the ones who performed their healing arts on your infected wounds were Oracle Aitana Tallbear and Elder Asarelah Trueheart. Asarelah told me you called for her to drag a retribution paladin around. You sustained wounds and nearly lost your life, but in the end, he fell. When you are up to it, I would like to know how you did that."

[Fanghammer]

Even as he was healed, he would occasionally lash out, one might note his fingernails had a claw like appearance and if in his lashing they connected to skin they would connect just as well as any claw, though slightly less so. His teeth as well had an odd appearance the K-9s notably more prominent that what was the norm, but as the wounds were seals his thrashing would become less and his body would relax, yet his skin would still burn.nn Fangs eyes would flash open, the memory's of the fight coming to mind as his fingers clenched at the coverings under him, his digits curling the cloth before he would set up hunching slightly forward and looking around the room. His thoughts rolled over one another glancing for a sing of were he might be before his gaze would turn to the window, and he it snapped in his mind, he was near silvermoon, those trees were a dead give away always stuck in an unnatural orange and yellow. His brow furrowed for a moment, the priest must have brought him here..but he had been in northrend..aaa she must have called a mage to her. This realization brought little joy to the mage, this was more then likely a guild or tribe's place of residence, his lean frame shifted to the side sweeping the cloth away from his body as he stood and glanced down at his fingers, the long digits flexing for a moment as if to check if they were still working. The mage looked away from his hand and to the clothes on his body, his chest still exposed leaving only the lower half of his robes and his gloves, he turned his hand up and pealed away a small amount of the cloth removing a pale blue gem that he promptly popped into his mouth and bit down on, the gem crushed in his jaws and quickly swallowed the rather sudden small of magic filling the room.nn He would stand in place for a time letting his mind relax to the best of its ability before he would glance up to a male who entered the room, who spoke to him asking his name “ I am Regorus Fanghammer.” the mage would listen to Leo's words, the mage rather lightly popping another gem into his mouth before he would sit back down on the bed. “ I would not have beaten him if it were not for the priest, you said her name was Asarelah? Thank her for me if you would, as for how he was beaten his body was turned into a bomb, and his strength had already been waned, he was not physically strong enough to withstand the internal force. It sent him upward and I sent an empowered pyroblast up with him..the concussive force of both attacks simply blew him apart..and having already used the light to shield himself from my first onslaught he did not have that to call upon..will that suffice for an explanation for how the paladin was taken down?” If the mage was in pain he didnt show it, though his scowl was deep, and his the lines of stress evident on his face as he spoke to Leo. “ what of my mount? My war wolf... she more then likely fallowed you yes?” only a small etch of concern crossed his face before it was lost in his scowl.

[Asarelah]

*Asarelah peeked her head inside the door, where Leo stood listening to the Mage they had dragged in from the Basin*nn"Oh, you mean this bottomless pit that is eating everything that I can cajole the peons to carry to her from the kitchens?" Lah said laughing. "She's been a handfull, and we had to keep feeding her to take her mind off your ... condition... For a time all she would do was howl - and it scared the little ones spitless. But she's fine now. And very well fed! What is her name?"

[Fanghammer]

The mages body shot upward, his left hand curling in such a way to give it a look of an animal posing to attack before his body snapped to a more relaxed form, the event and change taking less then a blink before the mage plopped back down on the bed looking to the female in the door way. “ Her name is Xxerix “ the pronouncing of the name was odd, sounding more like Zerix then a heavy Xx at the front, “ that's normal..she eats heavily it also a reason why shes so large, most of the mass if muscle, though she is friendly, if your little ones wish to play with her don't worry to much..the worst she'll do it carry them around” A light smile graced the mages normally harsh face, “ thank you for feeding her, normally it takes a bear or other large animal to feed her”nn His attention would be on the female for a moment or so before glancing back to Leo, waiting.