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All Ivyian, in his half conscious state, hears people moving around him. They are fighting the fire and pulling apart the wreckage of the front common room, looking for survivors. He is one. He is not dead, close, but not dead, not by a bit. He hears Endellion shuffling through the wreckage, looking for him. He hears Hew and Eisen alongside her, pushing water over the flames and moving broken tables and chairs and roof timbers out of the way to get to him and others....

Endellion ran inside the burning Inn, heedless of the flames or the possibility of falling timbers. Hew followed her, never leaving her side. Once inside, they started looking and Eisen soon joined them. Pulling chairs and broken pieces of plaster to the side they soon found several bodies, all alive, but none Ivyian. Endellion almost became frantic until Hew gathered her into his arms, calmed her with just his steady presence and then without saying anything, he let her go so they could both go back to searching for victims and Ivyian.
Eisen calls out. He doesn't have to motion to them or say anything to know who he has found. Endellion rushes over to find Ivyian's half burnt and crumpled body lying among the wreckage of the common room. Endellion falls to her knees and grasps Ivyian's still body. She feels the warmth and the breath wheezing through him. He still has life. She starts to cast her curing spell when Hew stops her. Giving Endellion one of the most earnest looks she has ever seen, Hew says, Sing my love, Sing to heal all the fallen. Seeing Hew, seeing the beseeching look in his eyes, she knows he is right. Endellion starts singing, sending her healing to everyone in the Inn, healing them all as much as much as she was able.
Ivyian, lying burnt and broken amid the debris, hears Endellion's song, feels his body knit together, healing him enough to allow him to take an easy breath of breath of sweet, beautiful air. Nothing has ever tasted sweeter to him than that breath.
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Ivy tries to talk through the dried lips and pain. he asks...Did I get him?... Did..I.....
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Sing my love. Sing to heal all the fallen.”

She looked up at him, that sadness clear on her fair features, that pain clearly reflected in her emerald green eyes. She had been so focused on finding Ivyain that she failed to see the others…wounded…some possibly passed on and for a brief moment, she felt shame. Biting her bottom lip for a brief moment, she gave a small nod to Hew, closed her eyes as she took a breath and began to sing, letting those emotions out along with the desire to try and save as many as possible. The little motes of light filled the air, dancing off to the wounded while Endellion remained where she was, gently laying Ivyain’s head in her lap after a mote had landed upon him. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she saw the gasp of life that Ivy had taken and her song came to an end. With a sniffle, Endellion wiped away a few tears though a couple had landed upon Ivy’s forehead.

Did I get him?... Did..I.....”

She glanced to Hew before looking back to her dear friend whose head she cradled on her lap. “I…I am sure you did…though I couldn’t say for certain…” she said softly in elvish, not having any idea what had happened here.

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Ivy's forced his dry throat, .....check Gru..others..a..a woman...was..here.. she..might.....have even..part ..of it all...see..to our people, those we killed...were hutting the woman...in the inn.
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All Ivyian's lips moisten, his body knits together and his burned skin smooths and heals as Endellion's song washes over him. The whole street in front of the Inn is filled with golden motes of light cascading down out of thin air and landing on those wounded and dying.
Endellion and Ivyian feel the heat of the burning Inn across their skin. For Ivyian, it is refreshing to feel again. For Endellion it warms the chill she had felt from her shame at not seeing others. Looking around now, seeing the motes, seeing so many 'waking' and moving who had lain so still she feels different. Hew drops to one knee next to her, wiping her face and almost laughing as he gently hugs. Hew is careful not to disturb Ivyian and not cause him any more pain than necessary.
Ivyian moves his head. He sees Gru standing next to him. The little Gremlin is holding four pies and has a splotch of cream across his left cheek. Gru nods at Ivyian, I saved pie for you, burnt pie tastes bad. So I saved this for you. Gru holds out a piece of pie for Ivyian eat.

All around them people are running and throwing more water on the slowly dying fire. Others are cleaning up the burnt wood and broken timber of the Inn. Others are gathering the wounded and taking them to the various churches for healing or placing them with covered faces for the clerics to give them last rites.

Ivyian is feeling healthy and much, much better.

OOC-Ivyian, Endellion healed you for 20 points.
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Ivy chuckles softly,Thank you, Gru. I can use something inside of me, that is not burnt!.

Hew? . I want..all those we fought , out front.. either their
bodies, or if they have wounds. they may sit next to the dead,,.. this was an attack, not on us...but the looked for the woman who came with the odd elf... There was a woman..
he motions weekly to where the table and chair once sat,...she seemed to be hiding from them as well? I do not know if it is the same reason... it would do us good.. to find her as well

Ende? help me up. help me find my bow...to see if it is servicable.. I need to check the armor i wear as well... But i want to go out and see the bodies....

and Hew? Pass the word, if any of them try to flee...slay them outright.. he will struggle to get up, taking a bite of the pie slice , grew gave him.. it is not an easy thing to do , but the food would aid him.
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Hew’s embrace seemed to calm her…seemed to help quell that shame that had briefly taken hold of her and she sighed softly, leaning into his embrace. Once she had finally composed herself, Endellion shifted to stand, helping Ivyain as well, giving him a once over before nodding, a grim look on her face…something that just didn’t seem to fit her fair features. “I need to go tend to those who need me still…” Endellion said softly, pausing to see if she could find Ivy’s bow before going out and expending her magic in heaLIng those in need.
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AllIvyian gets to his feet, a sore stiffness running through all his limbs and the ends of his toes and fingers feel a slight hurt. Other than that, he is fine. Most of his gear survived due to the enchantment of his armor. Hew hands him his elven bow which also survived, the enchantments making it immune to the fire as well.
As he stands, his back cracks. Endellion hearing that, knows his bones are okay and not burnt or badly damaged. Ivyian looks good, much better than some of the others. She sees him reaching for the pie Gru saved as she turns to help others. Hew follows right alongside her like a giant shadow.
Endellion makes her way over to where sixteen people are either sitting or laying on the ground. Most of them have only minor burns. Two clerics are already helping them and Endellion can hear more coming. Endellion! We could use some help here, if would, she hears Siofra say from across the street. The Priestess of St. Silva motions to Endellion. Siofra and another nun from the orphanage have gathered the worst of the wounded and laid them out on the porch of a barrel makers shop. Endellion sees at least three of the badly wounded are Nightblades. The Welsh archer, Deykin lay on his right side, his dark hair hiding parts of his face. He is badly burnt all along his left shoulder, side, and hip. He is currently unconscious. Laying next to him are the goths, Athcar and Gurim. Athcar has burns all over his face, neck, shoulders and chest. Parts of his leather armor burnt into his skin. Gurim is a bit better off. He is burnt, but awake and talking.

Devan comes limping up to Ivyian. He has a number of small burn spots on his left cheek and neck and the left shoulder of his armor is curled from fire. We can't find the Mage, he says, dispensing with any pleasantry or asking how Ivyian was feeling. Ivyian understood the urgency and concern in Devan's tone. The mage's companion is dead. We found several letters on him and a small jewelry box in his satchel with a pentagram inscribed on the outside. We haven't touched that. We are waiting for Ogmund to look at it, but we haven't located him yet. He escaped the blast and was last seen tailing one of those Shadow Mastiff dogs with Linise and Asha. Bodvar was with them too. And, we have another "stranger," to these parts. He has a very odd accent. He says his name is Relkin and he is friends with Endellion. He smells like a mage and, well, 'we' are ready to throw on him on the fire.
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Ivy walks and , very slowly quickens his pace as he feels the effects form Ende's healing. He take s another pit of Pie , as he looks over the bodies...none of the attacker get to live. Let me know if any one is afraid to carry that order out. because i will then do it myself.... They were looking for the woman who came here...or..the woman who was hiding herself in the inn next to me...or? Both. Then they thought it was amusing , to make sport of Elven bloodlines..

If we can spare some one, have them check the Inn where the
Wench was and check on her.. tell he i send my compliments, and these folk where looking for her.


He draws his blade, looking towards the bodies of the enemiesBrin me this ...'Relkin'

Ivy finished his pie slice...where is the fellow i spared from goign out into the street, is he still alive. Bring him to me as well..

any of the enemy dead, take coin and what goods we can use.. extra arms and Armor , go to the city Watch.
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Hearing Siofra pulled Endellion’s attentions to the woman and she felt a sense of relief wash over her as she ran over, eyes wide with worry though she knew she was safe because Hew was there. Without a word, Endellion looked to the wounded that had been laid upon the porch, her gaze stopping upon the Nightblades. With a glance to Hew, Endellion moved to Deykin and dropped down to her knees, gentle hands brushing his hair back from his face as she assessed his wounds. This was a part that she truly hated…mainly because she could feel their pain and wanted nothing more than to take it all away, leaving people happy and healthy. She softly began to Casting Cure Moderate Wounds
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IvyianSmall surges of pain hit Ivyian with each step as his body heals and he walks among the burned corpses and the burned living. Endellion's song has worked wonders among many of those hit by the initial flames. Devan and Eisen walk with him. The Welsh archer and the dwarf quietly talk as Ivyian looks around. Now that Bregwulf and the Sea Griffons have left, we don't know as much. Strange as it may sound, I am going to miss them, says Eisen. Devan smirks, Found yourself a sweet heart did you Eisen? I saw you how you looked at Gullveig. Quite a catch if you ask me, dark curly hair, smoke gray eyes... Eisen punches Devan before he can say more. The dwarf's cheeks are round and red as ripe cherries.
Ivyian finds the man he spared, dead, shot through the lung by arrows. He asks to have "Relkin" brought to him and hears, No need to send for me. I am here. I am Relkin. The accent is strange. Relkin is not from around Blosque, or anywhere in the West for that matter. Ivyian sees a young man standing only a few feet from him. Ivyian is certain the man hadn't been there before. He looks to Devan and Eisen, who also seem quite surprised at the man's sudden appearance. Relkin stands there in clothes splotched with ash and dust. Even so, there is an elegance to the young man, a confidence not normally found among humans outside the nobility. Relkin has dark, wavy brown hair, cobalt blue eyes, and a warm, engaging smile. He is 5'7 or there abouts and well built but not huge or heavily muscled. There is a confidence in his eyes mixed with humility. An odd combination for a human.


EndellionEndellion ran to Siofra, quickly saw what was needed and set about helping. Deykin, looking the worst, was her first priority. Siofra turned to help others, knowing Endellion would start helping and didn't need Siofra to tell her what to do.
She kneeled down next to Deykin, cooling his hurts with a touch of her hands. She chants over him, healing his burns and bringing him back to consciousness. Deykin's eyes flutter open, Blessed by the Saints, he says, I have been healed by an Angel.
Laying next to Deykin is Gurim, one of the Goths. He smiles up at Endellion, saying Nay Deykin, the burns have confused you. No sober Saint as such beauty. What you are looking upon is a Valkyrie. Gurim winks at Endellion. He smile passes as he looks over at Athcar, who Gurim believes is beyond healing.
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Ivy looked at the Bodies...Any of ours, make sure they are
burned honorably or buried as their clans practice. The Enemies? Buy an old cart or
wagon, fill it with hay and pitch , Roll it out onto the Plains and Burn them.


Turning to Relkin...I am Ivyain... Ivy to most. Can you tell me anything of these fools who decided to come to our town and die?

He looks around...search for the two women, the one who came here with the fool of an elf...The other was near me in the Inn, before we chased the fools into the street.. Find them... Bring them here as well.. We needs know
what evil they brought to us.


They he looks at Relkin.....Please , do not try and be clever. I
am not in a good mood , most times, and now some fool of a mageling brunt the 9 hells out of me and The Inn we stayed at. If you have information do not withhold it. I could go very wrong for you, should we find out.
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Endellion felt her cheeks grow warm, turning a shade of pink from the compliments as she offered him a sweet smile. Taking a deep breath, Endellion looked to Gurim. “I will…tend to you once I see…to Athcar…” Her voice was soft, a hopeful glint in her emerald eyes as she turned to Athcar and bit her bottom lip. He certainly looked to be in really bad shape…but maybe her magic would prevail. Settling in beside the badly burnt man, Endellion began the same type of Casting Cure Moderate Wounds
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IvyianRelkin stands in there in his ash splotched clothes, a dark blue vest with a white shirt underneath and thin cloak wrapped over his shoulders. The cloak is finely made and thin on purpose, a summer cloak, more like a shawl commonly seen on Noble woman. Ivyian remembers seeing such often enough among the genteel women of Falcon's Point walking through the Rose Gardens or the Duck Ponds. The Rose Gardens were one of their favorite hiding spaces after running a con or hiding after a theft. For some reason the city guard never went into the Rose Garden, which made it ideal for hiding.
That memory triggers others and Ivyian identifies the shawl/cloak by the coloring and design of having come from House Lavalle. House Lavalle has wide connections among other Nobility and are Dukes and Barons in their own right around Brittany and south of the ruins of Paris. Ivyian remembers raiding their caravans and how polite the women treated him and his fellow bandits, maintaining their dignity even when getting robbed!
Ivyian looks over Relkin, who is looking back at him with an equally studious and slightly challenging stare of his own. What do you want to know? I came to this town looking for a quiet place to rest, relax some, try some of the famous Blosque Brown ale, not get into a street fight with Saintly Mages and rat faced soldiers. I saw Endellion come into the Inn where I was at. I sought to help her when she went to help others, which I did, and now I am here. I too am not in a good mood. So please, speak honestly and directly. Relkin turns his head slightly, looking at Devan. Relkin shrugs his shoulders and lets out a sigh before turning back to Ivyian, I am from Novgorod. That is a city far to the East of here. I am a graduate of Rosewood, the School of Lost Winds. I know of Endellion through stories and seeing her heal with her singing a few nights ago. I know of Breyla from knowing some of the High Vale Raiders. I met them in Chalon, just briefly. That is it for me, now, what about you.


EndellionEndellion, her cheeks still wet with her tears, starts tending to Athcar, he voice chanting low and smooth, the rich tones carrying over the wounded man, healing him as much as she was able. She is focused on Athcar, doing what she can for him. She is not sure how to peel the leather away from the burnt flesh. That has to be done before she can heal him more. She is pondering that when an older man in a simple gray robe kneels down next to her. He is tall and gaunt with lean, strong hands. She looks at him and sees he has long, bushy white eyebrows that hang over deep set dark eyes. He says nothing to her as he kneels down and starts helping. She can tell right away by the soft touch and careful pulling away of the burnt flesh, he knows a great deal about healing. He pokes and prods a bit, pointing things out to her, but never speaking, simply showing her what needs to be done. Together they clean and peel and clean some more before the old man creates a kind of oil that is pure and sparkling with healing power. He shows Endellion how to smoothly rub the water into the burns so as not to cause more damage and make sure the water is properly absorbed. When they finish, he knees back and gives Endellion a most warm and satisfied smile. He rest his hand on her shoulder for a moment, using her to stand up. He is old, but not frail as much as tired seeming. He speaks to her in a gravelly, ruin of a voice, I am Vinmir of the Grey Friars. Vinmir the Silent they call me. I am most pleased to make your acquaintance Endellion Arliasdottir.
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Ivy does not sheath his blade, as he looks around from any of those who had entered the Inn he was just quick fried in.

His head nods as he Looks about stopping for a moment on Relkin, then nodding as he looked around more,Then ? It is well, that it matters to me...NOT, what mood you are in. Your Knowledge of Ende, may...or may not... be a reason theses folks are here?....

..You have earned a Pass, for being on the right side of the attacks this day.. Limping a bit to one of the fellows who died in the street, he Looks at his people.[COLOR="darkred" Tell me which bodies you have searched, and I will take their heads... we should be getting a cart soon....[/COLOR]

To Relkin he continues..those we fight against , tend to have the
gods of death and Undeath on their side...Taking the heads and burning the bodies.. or staking them to a tree, tends to make certain, that we do not have to fight them again.


Looking down the Line to Ende... If you know the Lady, go speak with her...and Relkin? if you have thoughts of dark deeds towards her. its best you left, or killed yourself now. because i will make your death last for days.

Then He calls Out...Has any one found any of the wenches i
asked to be brought here!
.. and he begins the grim task of separating heads from their bodies. Though, it would seem by his face, he does not mind at all...
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