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Post by Seriah Desislov on Jan 9, 2011 16:53:17 GMT -5
Rules: 1. We do not drink cake with orange juice. 2. If you have a reason to be in Seriah's house, come a knocking~
Setting: The quaint blue house, guarded by roses.
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The basement door opened and closed softly as the warlord emerged from the basement. The normally pristine white of his tunic was ruined with the spattering of red wine, quickly staining. His normally intense gaze was preoccupied by trying to find the last few pieces of glass- which stung like a bitch, not that he'd show it- embedded in his forearm.
Perhaps he'd bring food and water down when the small cuts had fully healed, but he was feeling to bitter to get to it with any immediacy. It wasn't his fault she'd broken the only liquid currently provided to her. He dropped his arm, giving up on the glass until he could locate some tweezers, and looked around his living room to see if Ashemir or Draven were still around. It did feel odd having such a full house.
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Post by Draven Hunter on Jan 9, 2011 17:00:39 GMT -5
Draven had taken to laying with his back to everything in the room since he'd been placed on the couch that first night. He had felt ill for hours but soon his system was trying to rid itself of what was left of the poison after Ashemir had drawn the tained blood from him. He felt a lot better than he had and now, still laying with his back to the main room, he was thinking to himself. At the sound of the basement door opening and closing, he turned his head and looked toward Seriah as he emerged, stained with red liquid and, more than likely, hiding his discomfort. Slowly, and painfully, Draven sat himself up and moved so that he was leaning forward, arms rested on his knees. He winced at the motion, but when he was settled again, feet planted on the ground, he felt much more comfortable. "What did the dog do to you, huh?" he asked, clearing his throat after to try and rid his voice of the crack of disuse it'd gained. "Smells like wine or something..."
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Post by Ashemir Draemis on Jan 9, 2011 17:06:11 GMT -5
(Feel free to skip me and ignore Ashemir. I'm just establishing his existence. If he has anything to say, I'll weasel back in.)
Ashemir was at Seriah's desk, sitting with his notebook open across the wood with his quill in hand. When the warlord emerged from the basement, he glanced over and took in the scent of blood, although from the way Seriah was picking glass out of his arm, it wasn't the blood he'd have liked. That bitch wolf....
Thankfully, Draven asked so Ashemir didn't have to. The blonde's gaze drifted back to his page, although now his writing was slower as he listened to the conversation between Seriah and Draven.
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Post by Seriah Desislov on Jan 9, 2011 17:08:57 GMT -5
He turned to find Draven on the couch, essentially where he'd been left. Sitting up was a good sign, though. "Her throat was dry, and I thought giving her some wine would help insight her to talk." Not that he'd expected her to get drunk, by any means, but just to lubricate the gears. "I can't say I'm surprised she decided to throw the bottle at me." He chuckled, despite still feeling disappointed from the unproductive meeting. "You're looking better. How are you feeling?"
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Post by Draven Hunter on Jan 9, 2011 17:28:33 GMT -5
"Not feeling so ill anymore," Draven answered, though it sounded as if he were still pissed about the fact he was in a lot of pain. "I'm thinking the poison that Ashemir got out was enough to let my healing take over and get rid of the rest of it. However, it doesn't feel like any of my injuries have gotten better..." As if to accent his words, a shooting pain launched itself across his body from the stab wound in his side and he winced. "But... Not sick, right?" he continued, trying to lighten his mood before it got back to where it had been before. "That's got to be a sign that it's not as bad as initially thought, right?"
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Post by Seriah Desislov on Jan 9, 2011 18:13:31 GMT -5
Seriah nodded, crossing to sit on the stool at his piano, so he was more or less across from Draven as he listened. "Ashemir or I can grab a drunk from the bar tonight, and bring them here. Once you have some blood in you, it should help take care of the physical damage." He'd guess, though he was no doctor, let alone a vampire doctor, that Draven's still relatively weakened regenerative abilities were focused on clearing all of the poison from his system, and simply couldn't handle the flesh wounds too. "It is definitely a good sign. We have to leave to meet Valmar in Cados soon, are you going to be able travel?" Worse came to worse, Draven could baby sit Yeszlin.
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Post by Draven Hunter on Jan 9, 2011 19:10:11 GMT -5
Draven liked the sound of a meal. He smiled slightly at the idea and nodded his head. That'd probably help him immensely. He leaned himself back and stifled a groan at the motion; no need showing how uncomfortable he really was. If he could get himself a bit stronger, he'd be perfectly fine to go with Seriah and Ashemir to meet Valmar. And he wouldn't give the general any sign he'd been injured, besides whatever Seriah had said to him. "I'll be fine to travel," he stated, trying to sound confident. "I'll make sure of it. No way you're leaving me here."
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Post by Seriah Desislov on Jan 9, 2011 23:58:27 GMT -5
Seriah chuckled, "Good. I have a feeling we'll need all the help we can get." Things had somehow gone from artfully planned, to a mad dash to throw everything they had at the castle walls to see what sticks. If that was the case, they'd just have to be as sticky as possible... god that was a horrible analogy.
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Post by Draven Hunter on Jan 10, 2011 7:49:16 GMT -5
"I'm sure you will," Draven said, lifting a hand to scratch the back of his head. "So what did Valmar have to say anyways? I was asleep when you got back, I didn't hear you tell Ashemir anything." He watched Seriah seriously, hoping for good but expecting the worst. Knowing Valmar, something the general had done had forced Seriah to head to Cados soon. Draven thought he would have had more time to heal, but it seemed otherwise.
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Post by Seriah Desislov on Jan 10, 2011 16:59:34 GMT -5
"There was a skirmish in the mountains, and not all of the human soldiers were killed. Our attack on Cados is not going to be as surprise an attack as we intended." And he still wasn't thrilled about any of it. But they'd just have to make it work for them. "There weren't any werewolves or cat's in the fight, so it looks like your and Valmar's assault on Yina, and our downstairs house guest, had their desired effect. We're still in good shape thanks to that."
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Post by Draven Hunter on Jan 10, 2011 17:08:26 GMT -5
Draven smiled, looking generally pleased that he could be of some use. He might not be a very good ally in battle at the moment, but he had his hopes up that he would be in better condition by the time they reached Cados. With a nod he sat forward again, ignoring the pain that shot up his side. "So Valmar had to defend the mountain or did he do something rash and attack without need?" he asked, glancing at Ashemir for a moment. "That seems to be more his style, I've found. After I talked to him about his little thing with Ashemir, he sort of shrugged it off like I was no threat... Had half a mind to show him I could be a threat. But Ashemir asked me to keep an eye on him so I said I would, as much as it infuriates me." He made an irritated face and looked down for a moment, trying to get ahold of his anger before he snapped something rude at Seriah without meaing it to be aimed toward him. With a sigh, he looked back up. "When do you plan on us leaving?" he asked.
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Post by Seriah Desislov on Jan 10, 2011 17:21:01 GMT -5
Seriah shrugged, "It was a small force, so I assume they intended to investigate. If we could have simply avoided them, it would be better, but on Valmar's account I only know that he felt attacking was the right move." Valmar was far from incompetent, but he was definitely more interested in the glory of battle than hiding. The temptation of human soldiers nosing around likely was to much for him. "At any rate, his prowes for battle will be put to good use at the siege in Cados." He was momentarily quiet when Draven brought up those particular transgressions by Valmar. "He's not an easily intimidated man, regardless of if that intimidation would be founded. Ashemir is right, where you've been, and will be, most useful to us, is on Valmar's good side. The more you endear yourself to him, the more at ease we can all be that he's on the same track of mind as the rest of us."
"Tomorrow. We'll get to Cados a bit early, and give Malcom a heads up." He answered, finally.
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Post by Draven Hunter on Jan 10, 2011 19:52:57 GMT -5
"Tomorrow?" Draven looked a little startled by the time, but he figured he might as well deal with it. He couldn't be worried about this or show any sort of distress at the idea of moving so soon. So, he shrugged and leaned back again, crossing his arms over his chest. "Alright, then you might want to bring home more than one drunken idiot for me," he said, closing his bronze eyes. "Just to make sure I have the extra energy for moving and such."
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Post by Seriah Desislov on Jan 10, 2011 20:58:12 GMT -5
Seriah nodded. "We want a little padding time, in case anything unexpected happens, or if your wounds don't close.. Just better safe then sorry." And in terms of padding time, they still wouldn't beat Valmar to Cados by much. He chuckled, answering with amusement, "I'll see what I can do."
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Post by Draven Hunter on Jan 10, 2011 21:53:39 GMT -5
Draven gave Seriah another champion smile and nodded his head. "Thanks a lot, Seriah," he said, sighing. "Means a lot, you know." He shrugged his shoulders and looked toward Ashemir again. The blonde was being awfully quiet through it all. Oh well, he thought, turning his bright eyes back to the warlord. "I think I should be alright by the time we make it to Cados, but if not, I'll find something I can do that won't put me in your way."
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