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Post by Sylvari Dawnsage on Nov 22, 2023 14:49:06 GMT -5
Sylvari's hand kept reaching up to prevent her fluttering veil from revealing her crimson eyes as the cloth was buffeted by the ongoing breeze of the vast plains of King's Valley. She was on a mission to recover more wayward Woolfuls from a local farmer in the region. Sylvari had repressed her urge to ask what it was about the fluffy creatures that caused them to be lost so easily, having gone on more than her fair share of outings to rescue the creatures. Nevertheless, she dutifully accepted her mission, pleasantly surprised to learn that her racing co-champion for the Valley, Flint, would be accompanying her on the assignment. Sylvari had seen just a few of Flint's impressive fighting skills during the hectic competition, centered mostly around hand-to-hand combat. She also knew he possessed a not-insignificant mastery of light magic, given his assistance in healing ministrations for the other competitors after the race. Sylvari was intrigued to learn if he had grown in skill since their time apart, even as she had. An impish smile spread across Sylvari's face as she regarded her companion. " So, Flint, how has the life of a champion been treating you? Tired of your adoring public yet?" Quest Name: A Wool Full
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Description: A small group of Woolful (3-6) have found themselves stuck in a dire situation. Maybe they are stuck in a recently opened fissure, or at risk of drowning in a flooded area. Maybe some hostile predator is hunting them, or maybe they are just lost, regardless of what is causing them danger, they need your help. Be careful, Woolful are easily spooked off and are already terrified. Do what you can to rescue the little creatures before nature, or something worse, claims them.
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Post by Flint Caldwell on Nov 23, 2023 23:19:58 GMT -5
The winds of the valley whipped at Flint’s tattered black cloak as he strolled along the familiar path with his co-champion, Sylvari, who was keeping pace beside him. Flint reached the farmer’s ranch ahead of everyone else, a rare occurrence in his life. Prior to the arrival of his assigned partner, he engaged in casual banter with the farmer, unintentionally gaining valuable insights into the situation through their conversation. Additionally, he had received a warning about a menacing Baloth lurking nearby. While Flint typically preferred solo missions, he was pleasantly surprised to have the company of a familiar, if partially veiled, friendly face.
A mischievous smirk played on Flint’s face as Sylvari addressed him. "Well, would it surprise you to hear that it was fantastic? Though I got more attention than fighting a god," he remarked sarcastically, punctuating his words with a good-natured elbow nudge. Recounting the aftermath of a recent escapade, he continued, "Got a good amount of free drinks for a couple of days, and, of course, everyone was all over me. Even received a few heartfelt confessions, though I knew it was time to move on from that area." After stretching his sore arms from a night of forgotten revelry, he shrugged, adding, "What can I say? Heartbreakin’ just comes naturally… Tumbleweeds are best left to themselves." Lightly punching Sylvari's shoulder, he inquired, "What about you, Miss Sylvari? How’s that life been treatin’ you?"
Turning his attention to their surroundings as they approached the outskirts of a forest, where the missing animals were last spotted, Flint remarked, "Well, I guess we better start lookin’, huh? The farmer did mention something called a Baloth, sounded like a mean bastard." Almost with a hint of anticipation, he admitted, "I wouldn't mind running into it, you know, just to test my mettle against the brute." He added cracking his knuckles.
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Post by Sylvari Dawnsage on Nov 24, 2023 19:44:49 GMT -5
Sylvari pressed her lips into a thin line after the initial impishness of her conversation with Flint. 'Heartbreakin', as he called it, was something she had become all too familiar with in recent weeks. She wasn't certain what she had done differently lately to make people so enamored of her, but, while nice to have stalwart companionship while she remained in set places, it made her eventual leaving all the more painful. Sylvari had thought she would only have to go through the pain of leaving home once, but she had since discovered the truth behind the old adage of home being wherever one's heart resided.
Sylvari gave Flint a weak smile, her effortless mirth from before dulled down to a pathetic half-grin. "Life has carried a fair few trials for me as of late. I can only hope I get better at dealing with them in coming days, for I don't see the black luck coming to a close anytime soon."
As Flint mentioned sightings of a Baloth, Sylvari shivered in response. She had tangled with the ferocious beasts a few times before, and each was a harrowing experience in its own right. She was happy that she had decided to leave Mercy behind for this trek, and she was happier still that she was now possessed of healing magics, should Flint take injury during battle.
Sylvari's little skeletal dragonling [Necromancer, Undead Servant], Noe, peeked out from her bag, sensing his mistress' worry and clacking his jaws in an attempt to comfort her. Sylvari smiled, more genuinely, and pat her little companion on the bony crest of his nose.
"Indeed? Then we shall have to move swiftly and on our guard." Sylvari continued to follow the pugilist deeper into the woods.
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Post by Flint Caldwell on Nov 28, 2023 18:09:09 GMT -5
Even with his limited perception, Flint immediately noticed a subtle shift in Sylvari’s demeanor. Uncertain about how to address it, he acknowledged his own lack of comforting abilities. Resorting to his usual problem-solving approach, Flint reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, battered metal flask marked with scratches from countless uses. Despite its worn appearance, it served its purpose well as Flint took a quick swig before tossing it to his veiled companion.
"Here, from the sounds of it, you might need this more than me at the moment. Don’t worry, I've got more than one vice,” he remarked, humor lacing his words. With a casual flick, he produced a cigarette, lighting it with a similarly worn metal lighter. “Here’s to hopin’ my golden luck balances out your black luck,” he quipped, exhaling smoke through his nose.
“Don’t sweat it; swift is what I do best, Darlin’,” he reassured Sylvari with a half-smirk. As they crossed the threshold of trees, Flint positioned himself to the left of Sylvari, mindful of his damaged left ear and eye. The heavy silence between them lingered for a moment as they searched. Flint took a hit of his cigarette before holding it idly between his fingers.
“Look, I won’t pry or pretend to know what happened to you, but I do know one thing that always lifts my spirits… blowing off some steam with a fight.” He emphasized his statement with several punches into the open air, the wind whistling in response. “So let’s find this bastard and beat ‘em to a pulp,” he declared, a wide grin stretching across his face.
After approximately an hour of searching for the missing Woolful—or, in Flint’s case, hunting the Baloth—a loud crash of a large tree echoed through the forest to the north. Flint's grin widened, and he took a final puff of his cigarette before tossing it to the ground, extinguishing it with his boot. Turning to Sylvari with an excited fire in his eyes, he said, “I have a feelin’ that was him,” he 1cocked his arms as a radiant purple fire enveloped them up to his elbows. Darting in the direction of the crashing sound, Flint was ready for the impending confrontation
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Post by Sylvari Dawnsage on Nov 28, 2023 18:36:52 GMT -5
Sylvari felt a smile spread across her face, small but genuine, at Flint's attempts to cheer her up. His proffered flask certainly wouldn't do that, given her disposition against mortal food, but he couldn't be faulted for not knowing that. In fact, it was particularly due to the pair's relative unfamiliarity that the justiciar was so touched by the brash cowboy's compassion. Their previous encounter, while ultimately enjoyable, was brief, and he certainly owed her nothing in the way of comforting her. Yet here he was, and it spoke to his innate goodness, despite his rough exterior.
Sylvari held the flask reverently, her reminder of the little beauties of life that came from unexpected sources. "I can't say that I can dismiss the risks of combat out of hand, especially for my companions," Sylvari began with a small, happy voice, "But I acknowledge the simple joy of exercising one's skills. Just as before, dear Flint, I swear to be a bulwark you can rely on. I've gotten better at patching people up as well, so you won't have to suffer my amateur sewing skills should you be injured, at least." She let out a little laugh and drifted closer to Flint, feeling comforted by his presence.
As the pair continued on and heard the sound of a distant falling tree, Sylvari nodded agreement at Flint's assessment that they had found their quarry. She hoped the little Woolfuls were out of harm's way, or, at the very least, that they would be able to intervene before any of them were exposed to lasting harm.
She charged alongside Flint until they came to a small clearing in the woods. More accurately, it was a portion of the woods cleared by the thrashing of the great green beast before them. The creature in question was desperately scrabbling at the roots of a great old oak, and the bleatings within the darkened space within left little doubt as to why.
Looking over to Flint with a firm nod, she shouted out a strategy. "I'll hold the beast's attention and you can focus on offense! Make sure the Woolfuls are safe before dealing with the Baloth: they are our primary objective!" Without pausing to ensure Flint would comply with the directive, Sylvari launched herself into the fray in a flash, charging straight into the Baloth and knocking the creature over away from the oak, despite the size difference [Knight, Rushing Charge].
Sylvari quickly let out a taunt [Knight, Challenging Mark] and rallying battle cry [Knight, Battle Cry] in quick succession to focus the creature on her and heighten the pair's strikes against the beast. The Baloth rose up and roared in frustration, charging at the knight, who raised her shield in preparation to meet its offense.
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Post by Flint Caldwell on Dec 1, 2023 17:53:45 GMT -5
Flint's grin widened as he observed the beast wildly tearing into the roots. It wasn't exactly what he had envisioned, but the sheer power of the creature ignited a fire in the cowboy's chest. Rolling his neck and hopping between his feet to loosen up, it was almost a pre-fight ritual at this point. However, just as he was about to charge headfirst into the fray, he felt Sylvari's eyes on him, confidently laying out the plan. Without hesitation, she beat him to the draw, rushing forward with her shield brandished.
Confused for a split second, Flint, accustomed to being the one to rush in first, found himself taking a backseat to Sylvari's command. Her boldness impressed him, earning a chuckle and a joking "yes, ma'am" with a flick of his hat before he followed into the clearing. Sylvari knocked the behemoth to its side, and Flint resisted the urge to pummel the Baloth as he focused on the woolfuls huddled near the roots. With the fire of his smite and his strength, he heaved a portion of the charred roots off, revealing four woolfuls huddled together.
Glancing over his shoulder to check on Sylvari, he witnessed the Baloth colliding teeth-first into her shield with a resounding thud. The beast, furious at the interruption, pushed her back, attempting to swipe around the shield with its fatal claws. With the Baloth focused on Sylvari, Flint drew on his ranching experience, quickly corralling the woolfuls out to safety. Shooing them through the hole he created, all but one squeezed through. With a frustrated groan, Flint extinguished the flame on his right hand and reached into the hole to pull the remaining woolful out by the scruff of its neck.
The Baloth, now momentarily distracted by the scent of the exposed woolful, turned its attention away from Sylvari. With a hungry flick of its forked tongue, it charged towards its prey, and Flint, standing in its path, had to think fast. Tossing the woolful behind him, he braced his body, planted his feet, and used his strength to halt the charging beast by gripping its upper and lower jaws. A battle of hunger versus endurance ensued, with Flint losing ground as he was pushed back.
Taking a gamble, Flint gave up his leverage, delivering a kick aimed at the beast's eye. The ever-lucky cowboy hit head-on leaving a purple mark, causing the Baloth to recoil with 2 other delayed impacts following. Seizing the opportunity, Flint redirected its charge into a nearby tree, though not without getting smacked by its tail, sending him tumbling into the dirt beside Sylvari. With a quick hop-up and a chuckle "I'm good", he assumed a tight boxer's stance, preparing for the ongoing battle.
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Post by Sylvari Dawnsage on Dec 2, 2023 12:35:55 GMT -5
Sylvari gritted her teeth in irritation as the beast broke her challenge, incensed by the tangible fear of the Woolfuls. As Flint hurriedly corralled them into a small hole and turned to face the beast, Sylvari quickly adapted, allowing her partner to take front-lining duties as she worked to ensure the Woolfuls would be safe from the Baloth's slavering hunger.
Targeting a point just in front of their makeshift pen, Sylvari intoned under her breath and wrenched her arm upward unnaturally, as if struggling to pull up a great invisible weight. "Separate." The justiciar's whispered word carried throughout the clearing on bone-chilling wind as a mass of writhing skeletons arose from the point she designated, effectively cutting off access to the terrified farm animals [Death Wall].
With the security of their primary target assured, Sylvari drew her warhammer and ran forward, eager to assist her friend in the fight. With the Baloth's attention focused squarely on Flint, Sylvari was able to home in on a weak point at the joining of the creature's hind leg to its body. Winding up a mighty strike, Sylvari unleashed her blow, erupting with a cacophony of ice and light as she left a sizeable crater in the creature that was jostled to the side [Spell Blade, Arcane Soul] [Celestial, Angelic Light]. Its leg scrabbled uselessly, clearly heavily injured by Sylvari's blow as the Baloth roared in agony.
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Post by Flint Caldwell on Dec 9, 2023 16:08:21 GMT -5
The beast running face-first into a tree barely phased it, as with a single shake of its massive head, it was already back on its feet. Having its ego bruised twice now by the duo, the Baloth gave its full attention to them as it quickly whipped its massive body around and lunged at Flint. He rolled to the side a second before the beast crashed where he once was, the ground cracking underneath due to its immense weight. He sprung up to his feet just in time to duck under a swipe that would’ve taken his head clean off. He continued to weave around the lightning-fast flurry of wild swipes.
It was undeniable that Flint was fast, but if he lost concentration for but a second and any of these attacks hit dead on, it would be fatal as he just had the clothes on his back in terms of protection. 1Even with the look of intense concentration on his face, a slight smirk broke through as he now had a good grasp of the beasts' attack patterns. However, he started to grow impatient as dodging seemed to be his only option, and the Baloth left no openings for the cowboy to capitalize on. He was so preoccupied with the scaled behemoth that he didn’t even notice the giant wall of skeletons summoned across the clearing, only paying small mind to the sudden drop in temperature.
As Flint attempted to sidestep out of the way of a swipe, he felt a tug at his boot, and to his dismay, he stayed where he was. Quickly glancing down, he saw that he had gotten his foot caught in a bundle of roots, lodged pretty well in there. This is gonna hurt; he thought as he raised his gaze to meet the Baloths, its eyes excited to deal with one of the intruders in its territory. Just as he tried to jump backward to try to minimize the damage, a resounding thud was followed by ice crackling and a light shining through the area. The beast roared in agony as Flint took the opportunity to punch the roots and free himself from its grasp. The Baloth blindly took a swipe at whatever had attacked it, and the cowboy smirked as he lit his right fist back up. “You shouldn’t turn your back on an opponent!” he shouted as he delivered three quick punches into the beast's exposed side, leaving the scales charred and cracked.
Then, a hearty laugh was cut short as Flint suddenly felt a sharp pain in his shoulder. He looked to see claw marks ripped into him and blood dripping from one of the Baloth’s claws. The beast seemed to be holding back, and now it was faster than before, and it was evident as he now barely had time to see the maw of the beast snap closed around him. He was now in the mouth of the Baloth with only his burning fists to light his surroundings. “Well shit,” he groaned as he began trying to pry its mouth open but to no avail; then he resorted to punching, which didn’t work either. Panic started to set in the cowboy's mind, and his heartbeat quickened to an unnatural degree, sounding like an overclocked engine. He recognized it as it had happened with his spar with Javal, but was it enough energy to get him out of there? He had to try, and closed his eyes and took a deep breath. 2He allowed his tense muscles to relax and then flexed as intensely as he could, channeling the energy from his heart into his veins. With a few graceful movements of his arms and the distinct sound of metal clanking against metal, flames erupted from every pore of his body, converging at his arms and legs. There was a sound of laughing from within the beast's mouth, and Flaming's hands pried the beast's mouth open, and out climbed Flint, covered in purple and orange flames. "sorry about that" Flint joked with a voice not entirely his own as he landed next to Sylvari
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Post by Sylvari Dawnsage on Dec 9, 2023 18:20:45 GMT -5
"Flint!" Sylvari screamed as she saw her companion first badly injured and then swallowed up entirely by the beast. It was about as eloquent an exclamation as it was helpful, but the justiciar could manage no more, so worried for his welfare and incensed at this beast for harming her companion.
Despite her hysteria, Sylvari still maintained the pragmatic portion of her mind. She knew that attacking the beast's scales near its throat would, at best, be wholly ineffective, and at worst, she might catch Flint in the damage of her weapon. That was about where her tactical prowess ended, though, unfortunately, as in her rage, Sylvari discarded her shield and formed her blackened claws [Eldritch Claws]. With tooth [Fang Graft], claw, and hammer blow, she flew into a frenzy, desperate to inflict as much damage into the tender flesh of the beast's sundered armor form her earlier blow.
She wasn't quite sure when Flint emerged, or what had caused the beast to release him. All she knew was that Flint was beside her, watching her savagely tear into the thing like an animal. She also briefly sensed a flash of light. Whatever the case, she was positively stunned as he apologized to her, even as she noted with frustration the gore covering her face and hands.
This oughtta be a fun conversation when this is over.
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Post by Flint Caldwell on Dec 10, 2023 22:44:26 GMT -5
Flint’s entire eyes were covered in flames as he stared at Sylvari, but his confusion was still evident as his eyes narrowed slightly, and then what sounded like two overlapped laughs erupted from the cowboy. Spewing smoke and flames from the corners of his smile, “When Flint gets complete control, y’all are gonna have one hell of a conversation,” he joked, motioning to her bloodied face and hands, then to the flames engulfing him. “Let’s just make this quick because he tends to pass out when I’m done,” the cowboy continued to joke between fits of laughter as he cracked his flaming knuckles, causing sparks to spring from his hands.
He slowly strolled up to the heavily injured Baloth, seeming to be on a last stand as it blindly and desperately thrashed at whatever moved, which included Flint and Sylvari. His body moved unnaturally, almost liked he was being piloted. Using the flames around his legs as jets, he quickly dodged whatever was thrown at him and spotted the spot where his veiled companion had torn into it. He threw a barrage of punches that seemed almost like a wall from the speed, and using small blasts of flames from his elbows as propulsion, he pummeled the beast. “I’ll burn this entire forest just to see you go with it!” the cowboy threatened as he continued his barrage. Then, gliding from the charred wound to the beast's face, he jumped and delivered a bicycle kick to its chin, 1followed by a large blast of flames from his boot.
Landing into an open stance, his laughs continued, and he motioned for the Baloth to come at him “Come on, The last time he brought me out, Javal almost killed us. You just got a lucky shot on him, you overgrown lizard,” The flames around him intensified and curled up to his hair and hat, almost like a living being was wrapping itself around Flint’s body.
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Post by Sylvari Dawnsage on Dec 11, 2023 0:30:33 GMT -5
Sylvari was unsure as to the nature of this ability of Flint's. Is it possession? A technique where he surrenders his individuality? The presence certainly seemed to indicate it and Flint were separate entities, but it seems to be following his will... Very well, if the spirit will release its hold on Flint with the fight's end, then I will end it.
Sylvari rushed forward to where the Baloth was gnashing and biting at anything that came into range. It seemed whatever not-Flint had done had clouded the beast's vision. It was dangerous to be so close to a wounded animal, but Sylvari was unafraid. She merely bided her time until the perfect moment where the creature's mouth was both open wide and close enough to her to execute her plan.
With a full, across-the-body motion reminiscent of the children who played games with sticks and balls, Sylvari slammed her frosty warhammer into the thing's mouth, driving her weapon forward until in burst out the back of the creature's neck in an explosion of ice and light. The creature only struggled for a moment more in its death throes before falling limp and dead.
Sylvari wrenched out her hammer unceremoniously and walked over to Flint with concern in her eyes.
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Post by Flint Caldwell on Dec 11, 2023 15:44:20 GMT -5
A slow clap reverberated through the air as Slyvari's warhammer struck the final blow, ending the Baloth's life. Yet, despite the victorious moment, "Flint" remained engulfed in flames, and smoke continued to rise from his wounded shoulder. Undeterred, he applauded as Slyvari approached.
"Bravo," "Flint" commended, his voice louder now. "I can tell why he respects you so much." His gaze met Slyvari's, and he noticed her concern. Dismissing it, he explained, "Oh, don't give me that look; Flint is fine. He just brought me out since he was too weak to get out of that bastard's mouth himself." On closer inspection, the flames around his arms and legs seemed to move independently, as if puppeting the cowboy's body.
Breaking his gaze from Slyvari, "Flint" turned his attention to the Baloth's corpse, disappointment evident on his face. "Boring. The dumbass brought me out while the thing was half-dead already... Though you, on the other hand," he said, turning to Slyvari, "seem like a better opponent. What do you say, your ice against my fire?" Flames intensified around "Flint" as his heart throbbed like an overclocking engine. Without waiting for a reply, he assumed an offensive stance.
With a burst of flames propelling him forward, "Flint" closed the distance, 1targeting a vulnerable spot in Slyvari's plate armor. A flaming fist struck, and without pausing, he followed up with a dropkick, 2unleashing the same burst of flames used against the Baloth. The force sent "Flint" soaring into the air, but as he reached the peak, everything went black. The fire retreated into his body, and he plummeted to the ground with a sickening thud.
Lying unconscious, Flint's wounded shoulder bled profusely, smoke and steam rising from his body. The overclocked heart now returned to normal, marking the end of the fiery spectacle.
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Post by Sylvari Dawnsage on Dec 11, 2023 17:19:37 GMT -5
Sylvari was certainly not expecting not-Flint to charge her after they slew the Baloth, so much so, that she wasn't prepared to defend against a flying fist into her breastplate, sundering the cuirass far more strongly than a fist ought to be able [Cuirass Hit Preventions 2/2]. She was a consummate warrior who had grown up on the battlefield, however, so, quick as it came, she was ready for the second strike.
She caught it on her shield [Shield Hit Preventions 1/3], and as the ambient, fiery energies of the strike bled over the metal surface, Sylvari opened wide her mouth to devour the magic, disregarding the strange lack of magical signature coming from the flames. All she got for her trouble was a singed tongue. Somehow, the flames he had conjured were not an arcane occurrence: a particular to ask about once she roused Flint from his injuries. For the moment, Sylvari merely frowned as she tried licking her lips to press away the stinging pain.
She was not able to forestall her duty to her friend for long, however, and within moments, the justiciar was cradling the cowboy's head in her lap as she softly incanted healing magics over him. The clearing was awash with a golden corona as a massive gout of positive energy gather and suffused into the unconscious Flint [Celestial, Holy Gifts (Massive Healing)].
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Post by Flint Caldwell on Dec 12, 2023 16:32:39 GMT -5
Flint winces in pain as his head is laid on Slyvari’s lap, and despite his blaze ending, his body temperature remains dangerously high. His labored breathing soon relaxes as the healing energy is pumped into him, and his unconscious body fully relaxes. It’s almost weird seeing the boisterous cowboy so at ease, no smirks, no cocky expression, no fire in his eyes, and no excited laughing or yelling. He just had a peaceful expression, and his chest slowly rose and fell with his now stable breathing.
Now, without his hat to cover him and getting a closer look at his face, it could be seen that the lightning tattoo that lines around his left eye seemed to be textured or at least resting higher than the rest of his skin. Upon closer inspection, it could be seen that the tattoo covers up a badly scarred portion of his face. Not long after his shoulder seals up, he starts to stir awake, quietly mumbling, “Belle, Darlin’, five more minutes” before his eyes snap open. He shoots up, coughing as some remnant smoke puffs out of his mouth.
He sat for a second, rubbing the bridge of his nose, wondering why his vision felt so weird before locking eyes on the beaten and how both frozen and charred body of the Baloth not far off. Then, a grin stretched across his face. “Well, looks like we won- woah.” he looked over his shoulder at his veiled companion, and his eyes widened in shock, ", uh, Slyavri darlin’, you kinda got a little somethin’ on your face … and hands” motion to the crimson that was splattered around her mouth. Sat before her, inspecting her for signs of injury. “are you alright? Looks like somethin’ busted a hole in your armor,” and as he noticed the minor burns around her mouth, he sighed, “Don’t tell me I tried to kiss you when I lost control. Well, speakin’ of losing control, what exactly happened? The last thing I remember was bein’ in the Baloth’s mouth and my blood runnin’ real hot.”
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Post by Sylvari Dawnsage on Dec 12, 2023 19:11:08 GMT -5
In days past, Sylvari's cheeks would have been reddened enough to match the blood on her face upon hearing Flint's words, but today, she could only laugh: at Flint's sudden reversion, at the mention of her own wounds, at the slight embarrassment of being still bloody with the remnants of the fight. Though she was curious about this 'Belle' that Flint mentioned, she thought better of asking. She had secrets enough of her own to know that some memories shouldn't be dredged up. She fixed a merry smile on her face as she regarded Flint.
"Indeed, we won. I hope you'll forgive my appearance, dear," Sylvari began as she wiped off the excess blood with her glove. "I suppose I got overzealous in the fight when you were swallowed." Sylvari paused, unsure about the exact nature of Flint's control during his transformation. She certainly didn't want him to worry about harms inflicted if they were out of his control, particularly when her injuries were minor and easily remedied.
"Fear not, Flint. Your chivalry is intact. You did nothing untoward. The burns were... a bit of foolishness on my part. As for your deliverance from the mouth of the beast, you have only yourself to thank, though I hope I assisted in some small way. You wreathed your arms and eyes in fires and burst out of the creature, allowing me to strike a killing blow. Are you fully recovered?"
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