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The Traveling Priest ((Open, Horde only.))
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((This is my first Forum, so I'm starting off with a simple and vague, rp story. Feel free to join in.))

Silvermoon City. 12:00 Pm

Naois walks anxiously through the crowded, paved street of The Bazaar. Dodgeing crowds of passer-byes that threatened to bump into him. The day started out calm and simple for the young healer. Just a simple morning visit to his cousin. Then he ended it with stop by Silvermoon's Library, spent all his remaining gold, from his journey back to Quel'thalas, on a big, heavy, leather-bound adventure novel. When he left, the place was suddenly flowing civilians. He didn't know where they came from, or why they all decided to come out all at once, at this time. He was on the edge of panic now.

Naois felt a bump on his shoulder. He jumps like he has been prodded, gasping. Nearly crashing into a Blood elf couple. He needed to get out of this city, before it overwhelms him. He tips his hood down, hunch his shoulders, and stuffed his one hand into his white robes pockets. Holding the large book closely to his chest, as though he was about to go through a storm. Then he starts trodding through the large rabble of people, willing himself not scream and jump at every single bump, brush and push.

Naois stumbles out of the river of tall flowing blood elves, onto the red cobblestone pavement, where the multitude of passing people are less severe. He takes in a deep breath of fresh air, shivering and twitching, some of the passing citizens gave weird, cautious looks, as if he was on something, and tried to keep their distance. Crowds, it was one of the many reasons, why he tries to avoid major cities whenever possible. He notices one of the Warchief's Command Boards, that are found in almost every district and terrace of Silvermoon. Normally he paid them no mind, but he was low on gold right now, after unwisely spending the remainder of his gold off on the nice book he was now holding in his hands. He walks up to it, looking through all the rallies, leaflets and victory reports, many of them were in area's to far away for him to cover at his currently bankrupt state. One particular rally call, at the bottom of the board, caught his interest, though.

All able bodied, heroes and or heroines, are to report to the Farstrider Enclave in The Ghostlands, immediately to prepare against a possible Amani Invasion, participants will be handsomely rewarded for their contribution. Naois raise his brows thoughtfully, his down turn ears perking up. The Ghostlands are not far from here. In fact, it was half a days walk to get there. Plus, he is a priest. Priests are always a welcome contributors to the Horde cause. There is no doubt that he would be justly rewarded for curating the valiant defenders of Quel'thalas. And he is always more then eager to put his talents as healer to good use. It is to good to let down, he needed the money. Naois noted the location on his head, he turns and makes a quick stride, the sooner he was out of the blood elven city, the sooner he can be on his way to the Ghostlands. Naois thought, frantically dodging any pedestrian he passes by.

((There you have it, guys. My first Forum post. Hope you like it, just a little. Please feel free to jump in, point out any grammatical or narrative errors, that I have over looked.))

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Ktoka shook his head as he walked slowly up the stoned pathway.  Lights, shimmering blocks, golden and red tapestries.  To him everything was so extravagant that it warranted covering his eyes.  He could barely see as it was, now with his hand over his face to block the pounding sun, his vision became almost void.  Never mind the peripherals.  Tiny, short Blood Elves everywhere.  An occasional Goblin and he swore he saw the bony toes of an Undead scamper by.  He huddled his body together, trying to shrink his already imposing frame.  His shoulders were lifted and his arms tucked tightly against him, Ktoka took small steps trying to make his way trying to enter the city.

She said they could meet again, that She would wait to see him again and it all made him excited.  He wanted to get something for her, but waltzing into Darnassus would be sure death - so something from the Sindorei, he hoped, would be appreciated.  Her smile and her hair were enchanting, as enchanting as her lips and her sparkling eyes.  Something about the Blood Elves walking through the gates beside him was dully and bland in comparison to his memory of her smile.  Even in light of what he'd lost, Ktoka could be eased with just her image.  The warmth from her hand against the fur of his cheek returned.  He became dazed by his thoughts.

Between childish daydreaming, foolish compartmentalized steps and obscured vision, it was only a matter of time before he walked into someone.  All 8'7" inches and 613 pounds of palpable muscle and fur, walking into something so small as a Blood Elf - 

[I always love accidental encounters! - whoever he ran into, I feel sorry for them :( ]

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Naois, was almost at the city gate. He held onto his book, tightly to his chest. He gasps bumping into the arm of a goblin, causing him to stumble. "S-Sorry!" He yelled over his shoulder, nearly tripping over the foot of an elf. He mumbled his apologies to the elf, trying to regain his balance and failing. Then, he crashed, face first into what felt like a wall of what he felt was fur. "Ah!" Naois yelps, as he is sent sprawling to the ground on his rump, the large book clatters to the ground in front of him.

He shook the stars of his sight. "S-Sorry." He said, not looking up on the person that he has crashed into. He see's his book, lying open, on its pages, next to the stranger hooves. The young, white robed, priest, reaches for the book. He needed to get the book, before someone steps on it, he didn't want his spent gold to become a complete waste, plus he is looking forward to reading that. He hopes there isn't any stains on the pages.

((Sorry if this is a little short.))

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Ktoka dropped his hand at the force meeting his chest.  He looked left, the right and down finally to see the small Blood Elf on the ground scampering to the book.  He grabbed both the book and the elf buy his clothing and lifted them from the ground, turning them to a less crowded space and setting himself to take up room.  The crowd diverted around them.

"Sorry," he spoke in a deep, almost raspy voice.  "I didn't see you.  I wasn't looking.  Are you alright?  Is the book alright?"  His Orcish was rough, a somewhat slick accent on his tongue.  "You aren't hurt are you?"  He leaned over the Blood Elf, inspecting him while his hands remained at the sides, acting as a slight barrier.

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Naois was about to reach for book. Then, all of a sudden, a great hand, clamped on his clothes. "Ahg!" He yelped as he was lifted, arms flailing, uselessly, off the ground. He was swung 'round like a doll. He landed on his feet, shivering from being lifted so easily. Was he really that light, he thought. He blinks, his shivers dampening slightly. He see's the man who lifted him up and droped down, considerately away from the bigger crowds, though.

He literally had to crane his neck, just to get a full view of the big tauren, in front of him.

"Sorry." The Tauren said. "I didn't see you. I wasn't looking. Are you alright? Is the book alright?"

"N-No, I'm alright." Naois said, assuringly, patting himself off. Then, gently taking the book from the tauren. "Th-Thank you, I-I hope this is alright." He said, he began to skim through the pages, scanning for any wrinkles and tears. Thankfully there wasn't any, to his relief. Only dirt, a problem he could easily handle with a cloth. "I-Its alright." He proceeds to wipe away the dirt on the book, with a cloth that took out from his robes. "Th-Thank you for your concern, wh-who are you though?"

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The Tauren raised a finger to his face, his white fur tinted silver and his brown hair tied in braids past ivory horns.  He blinked his blue eyes and then looked around.  The crowds seemed endless and he felt himself ever-so-slightly overwhelmed by that fact.

"Me?" he asked.  "I am Ktoka, Ktoka Palewind and the um..." he rubbed the back of his head.  "The wall you ran into.  Blood Elves are so tiny- maybe I should have just shopped in Orgrimmar.  Were you heading out?  Are you hurt?  You were shaking."

[He tends to ramble and ask too many questions at once ><]

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When Naois was done with polishing his book, his eyes went up to Ktoka. He seemed be as anxious about the crowds, as he is, albeit, very less so. His somber, eerie, white eyes stares up at him, (Or rather, pass him.) curiously as he talks on. His ears perk up when he hears.

-Were you heading out?  Are you hurt?  You were shaking."

Naois shakes his head. "N-No, it's alright, I-I was just heading out f-for the Ghostlands. Th-The name is Naois." He bowed, courteously before Ktoka, as he introduces himself. "T-Traveling healer, at your service"

[ Hear you go, how am I doing by the way. Oh, and as for Ktoka's ramblings. I don't mind, we all have our perks and quirks.:) ]

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[Doing fine :)  Hah, Naois stutters, and I love it.]

"Priest?  You travel alone?"  He looked the Blood Elf over again and reached to tug at his clothes.  "Why do priests always look so lithe and fragile?  You are short too, ah but I like your eyes.  They are colored like the moon."  Realizing something he snorts to the side and scratches at the bridge of his own nose.  "Naois, do you think they have pretty bobbles and trinkets in Ghostlands?  Silvermoon's too crowded and I don't want to step on anyone - anymore."

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"Y-Yes I..." Naois notices that Ktoka was about the touch him again. He quickly swats the hand away, with a slightly frighten look in his eyes. "P-Please don't touch me." He asks, gently. He swipes away a few bits of dirt on the cover. He hears, Ktoka, commenting about, priests looking 'Lithe and fragile.' Not all of them, Naois thought. His former mentor, Pasanis was a rather well-built for an Anchorite. His question about the Ghostlands, caught his curiosity.

"Well... I-I'm not sure if they do, I-I assume the Amani, might have what your looking for." He said, with a shrug. "Although, I-I wouldn't recommend confronting j-just for a nice looking trinket, a-and such." Naois looks up at Ktoka, brow perking up. "Wh-Why do you need a s-such things, though?"

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Ktoka wiggled his hand at the swat.  It was like a bee annoyingly stung his fingers.  His own brows raised a moment.  "Sorry," he said as he licked the spot.  "I most definitely do not want anything from the Amani-"

Giving Naois another good look over he grew a stupidly ridiculous grin on his bovine face, his teeth showing.  "A friend of mine, when I meet her again, I want to give her something pretty to add color to her silver hair."  He looked down at Naois.  "She's gone through some tough times, recently.  Women like pretty things.  Right?"

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Naois looks at Ktoka's oddly wide grin, questioningly. "I-I guess they do." He said, rolling shoulders, uncertainly. "I-Im not really certain. I-If you really want to look, you can come with me." He looks up at him. "Bear in mind, though, I-I'm going there, to aid the Farstrider's defense against th-the Amani." He warns. "Y-You may participate with me, if y-you wish, or, simply leave and look f-for a trinket when you arrive, though I will r-really appreciate the help, if you wish to help." He is a healer, after all. His strengths stand out more, when he is with a partner, or in a group. Rather, then alone, by himself.

He awaits Ktoka's answer, patiently. If he accepts, then he might become an important contributor in the Farstrider Defensive. If he declines, oh well, he'll simply participate without an extra hand, and send him his blessings for his, trinket hunt.

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Ktoka pauses a minute and scratches the bottom of his chin.  "Healing?  My specialty actually.  Training in Nighthaven, it was always my strength and I'd get in trouble if I refused to help... so, how about I do?"  He looked down at Naois and smiled.  "Besides, you seem so skittish, you keep stuttering.  Are you sure you are alright?  Do you have a way to get there?  Should I take you?  I learned a new way to travel..."

The Tauren looked around at the somewhat endless crowd and stepped a bit further back.  He seemed to part the crowd, like diverting a wave, with his size and it was almost amusing.  Ktoka nodded his head towards the exit.  "Lead the way Washte Naois."

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((Hope you don't mind me hoping in xD I'm going to set it up so that they may run into Meyrit at the Farstrider Enclave, I just didn't want to miss my chance.))

Meyrit sighed as another layer of sweat matted her dark hair against her neck. She shifte, feeling restless and a bit stiff in the bright sun, surrounded by the reds and golds of Silvermoon City. She anxious scratched behind one er, quickly righting the hood that started to fall briefly, keeping her face shrouded and adding to the muffled heat of the day. She absently grabbed a flyer off of the command board, skimming it with a quick smirk before stuffing it into one of her bags. She spun, changing her direction and heading out of the city.

Her ears twitched lightly, straining to catch even the most minute sounds in the busy city. It was unlikely anyone was tailing her, she had managed to avoid the jobs that would make her unwelcome in the city, at least for the moment. Despite that knowledge, habits were habits for a reason, and she stayed alert to anything or anyone that was out of the ordinary. She paused for a moment, the sound of a meaty crash followed by the tell-tale sound of a book falling to the cobbles. Her hand immediately strayed to the dagger at her waist, relaxing only as the conversation started up and she dismissed the Tauren and stuttering Blood elf as a threat.

Meyrit sidestepped the two, making her way to the main gates of the city, handing a few coins in return for the reins of her riding worg. The worg had always seemed slightly put out by the demands of his blood elf rider, and for that she liked him even more. His attempts to intimidate her with growling and the few bites he'd tried, had only made her more determined to keep him around. After all, he could look after himself, and isn't that what she prized above all else? She muttered a few curse words in orchish, the worg responding with a low huff and setting off in the direction of the ghostlands. Time to earn some money and work off a bit of tension along the way. The Amani were in for a surprise.

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[H] - Erylyn, Illyne, and Meyrit.
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(( Its alright for you to jump in, thats what open forums are for, after all. :) ))

Naois takes one last, unnerved, glance back at the crowd flowing along the street, they seem like water in a river to him, he wonders, where each of those people are even going. He blinks, coming out of his brief reverie, and looks up at the Tauren, again, a small smile, behind his mask. "A-Another healer is always good." He said. "In my opinion, th-this world has enough fi-" His sentence was cut off when a hooded blood elf passer-by cut between them, towards the direction of the city gates. He paused for a moment, looking quizzically where the suspicious looking stranger once was.

"Well... A-Anyway." Naois resumes, putting the stranger from his mind, he decided to skip most of the questions, and gets to the point. "M-My hawkstrider, is stapled just outside the city. So you won't h-have to worry about how I get."1 He walks to the gates, where he will be waiting for Ktoka. He didn't need to get his Hawkstrider ready, by now, Naois was very certain, that it has already groomed and washed itself. Hopefully it didn't try to groom any of the other mounts that were hitched there, one of them seemed rather... Aggressive.

1: ((There's a typo on there that one of the readers pointed out for me. I decided to leave it there, just because of its pretty funny, hope you find funny too. :) ))

(( All you Wardyn, we can skip ahead, if you want, or you can put in one more post, before the Ghostlands, if you want. ))

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Having shifted into his stag form and traveling behind Naois, Ktoka followed closely.  He kept his eyes open and intaking the scenery.  The scar of the earth pained him, his hooves padding carefully over it.

It was upon reaching their destination that Ktoka let out a small cry in his form before shifting to his entirely too huge state.  "Such devastation wrought by the scourge.  The earth cries like the souls of the dead..."  He lowered his head a moment and looked around.  "I'll be happy to help where I can."

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On their way to Ghostlands, along the Dead Scar. Naois notices the sun was slowly receding, casting a bright orange and darkish blue in the sky, but it slowly began to turn a more dark sickly color, as they enters the Ghostlands. Naois had been to the Ghostlands before, and had always wondered how it could cast off such dark, encroaching gloom on the sky, as it did on the land itself.

He has been to grim, lifeless, desecrated lands such as these in his few years as a traveling priest. It has given a forlorn sense of grief and apprehension. There plenty of destituted hellscapes such as this on Azeroth and Outland, both. Each one seemed as barrened and almost uninhabitable in there own way.  There is still hope, though, from what had seen of The Western Plaguelands. This dark portion of Quel'thalas could still be saved at best, or be made slightly less corrupted at worst. The same might go for the rest of Azeroth as well.

Naois caught a glimpse of a pearlescent white and scarelet fort of Farstrider Enclave. They were a short distance, now, he could see fortifications and rangers preparing for the up coming battle. It seems they arrived just on time.

Naois flinched, hearing Ktoka's bestial cry. He looks at him, with a mixture of Empathy and Curiosity, listening to his lament. His curiosity of Druids and their connection and dedication to the natural raised a little. Perhaps when this is done, he would have to interview, Ktoka about this. "Th-Thats the spirit " He said, approvingly. Then, he glimpses at the Enclave. "Um... d-do you know who w-we are suppose to report to?" He asks

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Meyrit perched on one of the white walkways, one leg hanging over the edge, the other curled underneath her, prepared to bolt should she need a quick escape. Her curved sword rested on her lap as she rhythmically ran a wet stone over its edge, guaranteeing a sharp bite. Her hood hung back, allowing her ears more freedom of movement and better reception to the voices and sounds of battle in the distance. He head snapped toward the road at the sound of a harsh, bullish cry.

She fixed her gaze on the now Tauren and the frail blood elf beside him. Her face scrunched up into a scowl. The two from Silvermoon had chosen the same destination as she and since she was waiting on the next group to be formed, more likely as not, she'd end up working with them. Her gaze never waivered as she inspected them from the distance.

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[H] - Erylyn, Illyne, and Meyrit.
Battle tag: Erylyn#1857, friendly requests only please.

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Naois rolls his shoulder, embarrassed that he has forgotten the name of the captain, they were suppose to report to. Judgeing by the preparation that is happening in the base, he or she might be anywhere, inside the fort, discussing tactics, or perhaps at the front, addressing the troops before the battle. It might not even be the former, or the latter. "I-I think we should ask around." He said to Ktoka. "I-I think we shoud ask a-around, see if we can find the C-Captain, th-that way, or at least see what we can do before that."

Naois dismounts and hitches his White Hawkstrider to a by post. Swinging a Backpack, contain his book, ink set and food-rations He examines the area around him, no one seems to bother acknowledging his presence, or were too busy to do so. He notices a blood elf female, holding a curved sword, looking at Ktoka and himself. It seemed like she was sharpening her blade too. He approaches her. He notices the same shroud, that caught glimpse of at Silvermoon, perhaps this was the same stranger that cut between and vanished. Coincidence is the first thing that came to his mind.

"E-Excuse me." He asks, he kept a short distance away. She isn't wearing a uniform that the rangers around him are wearing, she could be a Mercenary. So, he didn't want to provoke her in anyway. "Y-You wouldn't happen to know where the C-Captain of this enclave is, d-do you?" She did arrived here, before the two of them did, so maybe she might know where captain, right?

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Meyrit's smirk turned into an outright frown as the elf approached her. She paused in sharpening her sword, palming the rock as a weapon should she need it.

"Y-You wouldn't happen to know where the C-Captain of this enclave is, d-do you?"

She raised one eyebrow, her disdain evident. "The captain is most likely inside, seeing to the distribution of weapons and rations." She shook her head, dismissing the elf as a threat, but keeping the Tauren in her peripheral vision. She debated snarking back that all the little elf would get for his trouble were orders that would lead to his death. She ran the rock over the sword once more, satisfied with the intimidating sound of metal against stone.

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[H] - Erylyn, Illyne, and Meyrit.
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"The captain is most likely inside, seeing to the distribution of weapons and rations."

"Th-Thank you." He bows his head courteously. "W-We shall report to him, p-presently." He said referring to Ktoka, behind him. It didn't seem evident that Naois notices the disdainful look on her face when she said, he turns around, about to walk back to Ktoka and tell him where The Captain is. He flinches, downturn ears perking up, when he hears the sudden sound of stone grinding against metal behind him. Must be sharpening her sword, he thought.

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Ktoka scratched his head.  Elves everywhere, forsaken filling the holes.  The elves made him nervous - their size and their personalities - the forsaken made his stomach flip.  The land felt desecrated and tormented far too much to see their presence as anything more than pain, like salt to an open would.  By the time he came out of his thoughts, Naois had approached a woman and begun to speak.  Again, as habit, he scratched his head.

"Report, right.  As you say."  He was confused, a bit overwhelmed perhaps.  The first time he had left Night Haven since his earliest youth, Ktoka found himself presented with situation after situation.  His mind was becoming so enraptured by the pain of the trees and the howling of the land that slowly, he began to forget all about Her and what he came to Eversong for.  "You lead and I will follow.  There is much healing to be done in the eyes of Musha, and the hallowing ache of the Earthmother."

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You lead and I will follow.  There is much healing to be done in the eyes of Musha, and the hallowing ache of the Earthmother."

Naois nods. "A-And that trinket." He added, trying to sound sarcastic. He might've failed at it, he felt.

((Is posting short responses like this, normally allowed in forum rp?))

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Meyrit's ear twitched violently, her voice pitched to carry. "Trinket had better not be in reference to the easily pissed off elf with the big, pointy knife." Her gaze stayed on the "big pointy knife" in question. She'd heard many terms used in reference to women and trinket had better not be one of them.

 

((Sometimes short is all you can manage :/))

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After their report and particular sign in to duty, Ktoka focused his blue eyes intently on each person he encountered.  He worked diligently and quietly, with little word other than a prayer.

When he had been given a moment to himself, the Tauren found his way to a nearby tree.  Covered in blood and the smell of ointments, he took a towel to his leathers and tried his best to cleanse them.  He rested a hand on the tree, palm pressed firmly on the trunk, causing his face to scrunch up as if in pain.

Deep seeded cries, strong wails, shrieking howls filled his ears.  It was an intensity the druid had not felt in a long time.  The spirit of the tree wrapped tightly its branches around him and sobbed into his chest.

"Nature falter.  Earthmother cries.  Gifts of the moon, gifts of the sun, I am but a humble child of dirt and waters from the world under her watchful eye.  Gifts of nature, gifts of the mother will reach this weakened land and heal the people and the soul."

His fingertips were filled with a glowing green light that started to crawl up and down the tree trunk and cover the dark blue and black bark.  While it winded and twisted around the form of the petrified wood, moss began to grow and a few select leaves sprouted.  As Ktoka removed his hand from the tree, the moss faded and shriveled.  The leaves dried and crumpled to the ground.  Painful sadness covered the druid's face.

[I don't think there is anything wrong with short responses when fitted!  I went ahead and pushed a bit forward with the healing.  I'm still exploring Ktoka as a character so this is a lot of fun having him in ghostlands!]

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After reporting to the Captain, Naois was assigned to help the medics in the small medical pavilion, just outside The Enclave. He is to aid the scouting party that had narrowly survived their run from Amani pursuers from back from their reconnaissance to the east. They were the ones that discovered that the Amani were planning another assault on the enclave, it was a discovery that almost didn't make it back to The Enclave. Naois couldn't be anymore grateful to have been given such a responsibility, especially after he was scrutinized by the captain for being too young to be of any use. When he had insisted to help and repeatedly told him, he was priest. The captain miraculously gave in and threw to him a small badge with the emblem of the First Aid professional field, which Naois wore proudly.

While Ktoka went his own way, he didn't know where that mercenary went, but that doesn't matter, right now. There were lives to save. Naois is walking hastily towards the white, and red tent, that is the Medical Pavilion. knowing that a moments pause could mean the difference between life and death for the scout-rangers inside the pavilion.

((Ya, I kinda ended the post at awkward point there, I figured it best to establish what Naois is gonna do, futilely build suspense open up and opportunity to join him or him, or let anyone else try to jump in. I'm eager to put Nao's healin' powers to work myself.))

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 ((Hello everyone! :) ))

Vika notched a bolt into her crossbow and aimed it, peering through the scope curiously. "Elf.", she said to herself flatly, and lowered the bow. Perched as she was in the branches of the massive tree just outside the red-and-white tent, she had been picking off Amani who ventured too close all morning, and was admittedly perhaps a bit trigger-happy.

She rolled her shoulders, reveling in the cracks, snaps, and pops that eased the tension in her weary muscles. Her face was a white mask with eyes that glowed bright as coins among the dark leaves of the branch on which she sat. 

With a soft flutter a grey-and-white hawk landed on her shoulder, feathers dropping from her long, elegant wings to land in the grass below. In her beak the hawk carried a squirming mouse, which she quickly tore apart and consumed.

"Hunting again, Lorelei?", the ranger whispered dryly, her voice like leaves rustling. "You never could stay focused. Trolls. Find trolls. Alert me."

Her hawk fixed her with a baleful stare before dropping the bloody bones from one savage talon to the ground, her curved beak dark and wet with gore. She took wing once more, circling the encampment and watching for signs of possible ambush. 

 

 

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Meyrit shifted a bit restlessly on her perch. She wasn't a foot soldier mostly, not a scout. So sitting on the lower branch of one of the knarled trees, overlooking the farstrider enclave was pretty low on her lists of things she'd enjoy doing. But they were paying her and she knew her hearing was exceptional. She sat, one leg coiled under her, the other relaxed and swaying in the breeze.

 

The wind shifted drastically, its speed and force picking up and barreling across the ground toward the encampment. She heard the tell-tale slapping of tent entrances flying opening, the snaps of the cloth whipping against the current. She shifted, immediately alert as shouts to collect things that had fallen and scattered wove through the camp. She froze, one hand on the hilt of her blade, as the sunlight glinted off a hooded figure that blended into the death and decay like it belonged.

 

She cursed under her breath and let out a piercing whistle, hearing it echoed by each scout in hearing distance. The enclave was under attack. Meyrit grinned wickedly, tossed her hood back up, and leapt down onto the ground below. Her footsteps made a muffled thud, courtesy of the dead and dying landscape. She met one of the Amani attackers head on, the sound of steel meeting wood ringing out.

((Action anyone? If someone wants to jump in a help Meyr out, or even play the part of a coupletrolls attacking her, feel free xD Worse case senario, Naois gets to test his skills on a very difficult patient.))

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[H] - Erylyn, Illyne, and Meyrit.
Battle tag: Erylyn#1857, friendly requests only please.

"Erry Pooh Bear Snookie Wookums" ~ Frostfeathers

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Naois stops a few inches short from the Medical Tent. His ears perking up, turning his head towards the sounds of battle a distance from where he stands. "Oh no." He mumbled, shaking his head. Has the battle for The Enclave, begun, now? The assault couldn't have started started after he was done tending to the scouts. What is worst it that they were just mere steps away. But now, with The Amani attacking at this moment, it complicated things a bit for him.

Sure, he was given an order to aide the scouts in the Pavilion, but there might be a chance that the Farstrider Defenders could be compromise, and the only two that could insure their lives were either him or Ktoka, both. And there is a chance that one healer might not be enough, he thought anxiously. He hates making quick decisions, but it was a necessity in certain situations. It took a mere moment for Naois to come to a decision.

"I-I'll be right back." He whispers, more to himself then to the people in the Tent in front of him. Then he broke into a dash towards the direction of the battle, his white robe fluttering in the wind. Hoping that he has made the right decision, and mentally apologizing to any of the scouts who might die because of his absence.

Such are the ways of triage, unfortunately, he thought sourly.

(( Naois, to the rescue. Some one else's turn.))

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((I’m going to hop in, and try my hand at this, if that isn’t a problem))

Narlix had taken this job to make a little extra cash since his jewelry business was not taking off like he had hoped.  He had also hoped that he would not actually have to do much fighting for this job, but his hopes seemed to be particularly disappointing these days.

The little goblin currently found himself surrounded by tall elves which were filling the invading trolls with arrows while he sent spikes of ice into the invaders and burning them with a quick blast of fire when they fell in hopes that it might slow down their blasted regeneration.

Out of the corner of his eye, Narlix noticed a small elf looking lost in front of the medical tent then rush over towards his group. Curious, what an odd looking elf, thought Narlix, but his thoughts were interrupted as the loud battle cry of a troll snapped his attention away.  Apparently he had let his gaze linger a little too long. When he turned around he noticed a particularly big troll (well at least it seemed big) just as its axe started swinging toward him.

“Oh blast me…” Narlix cursed, as he tried to position himself to avoid, or at least minimize, the damage about to be inflicted upon him.

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Meyrit cursed as the staff slammed into her ribcage, knocking her a few feet back and blurring her vision. The troll in front of her grinned with malicious glee as he began chanting, a spell that would most likely leave her a crater in the ground if she didn't move. She grabbed her sword and did what any other elf with a self-preservation instinct and a complete lack of magic would do...run.

She dodged around a different troll, slicing his side with her blade and hoping his friend wouldn't be smart enough to move, say five feet to the right and hit her anyway. She launched over a boulder, hissing as the blast made contact and fragments of rock rained down, cutting into any exposed skin. Meyrit slammed into the side of yet another troll, this one attempting to make mince meat out of a goblin. She didnt bother rolling away, letting the momentum of her jump carry her and the troll down. She spared a second to run her blade into the troll's ribs and move, spinning around to face the others.

((Nice to see you join in!))

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[H] - Erylyn, Illyne, and Meyrit.
Battle tag: Erylyn#1857, friendly requests only please.

"Erry Pooh Bear Snookie Wookums" ~ Frostfeathers

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Narlix paused a second, confused at why he wasn't dead or at least severely maimed, before opening his eyes to see an elf sliding her blade out of the troll that had just about been the end of him.  The elf seemed to know her way around combat, judging from the graceful way she transitioned into a combat stance.  

Deciding to let the elf handle the melee fighting, he relocated to a position behind her (telling himself that this time he would pay better attention to the task at hand). 

"Thanks for the save," he quickly remarked to the elf while he began to tap into the power of the arcane, preparing himself to blast the next troll that tried to pass.

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