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Post by Eroan Feln on Dec 13, 2009 2:00:10 GMT -5
The elven population had come quite far in their ways of treating mixed kinds with some more respect, especially now that there was an all out elven war, and previous generals and even royalty regretted their decisions to treat others as second class citizens. Tensions were still tight between the mixed and the pure elven race. This was being placed on the back burner though, because there was a group of Elves by the name of the Valniroth. They were a small group of rebels at first, but soon they grew dramatically in the last year or so and finally had numbers large enough to make a stance against the ruling power.
So now, Eroan was currently handling about twenty or so elves at once, the Valni for short. There was a shower of fireballs as he exerted the rest of his energy at them. A large number of them went down, but several managed to escape his wrath, running, hiding, and Eroan was left to stumble back towards the Hisenna stronghold, about three or four elven arrows protruding from his back. Thankfully none of them were poisoned, so he felt minor stings. More than anything, they were a nuisance to his elven genes, but his demonic blood felt nothing, they were like splinters. Nothing more than a nuisance.
The only true affect it had on him was that due to the loss of blood, he felt somewhat dizzy. When he finally got to the camp, Eroan was given looks of both respect and disgust. He sat down and about an hour later he was being treated to by an elf nurse who he knew hated him. He always had to wait because they knew he was less prone to major injury due to his demonic blood. This was just the way it was, and he was alright with that. He sat in silence as the arrows were pulled from his back without even an ounce of gentleness.
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Post by Kalandra Faer'un on Dec 13, 2009 2:53:13 GMT -5
The cycle begun once again. Every couple of millenia there was a new war to be fought. Of course that meant that there would be new casualties, new and old alliances, and some dreadful truth that would be proclaimed for all to hear at least that had been true of some of the other wars this one though was different. The Elves that had caused this struggle were idiots in her mind though in the minds of others, though not verbalized, they agreed with the Valniroth and what they were doing. Old habits died hard and that was especially true with Elves. Many of the older of their kind hated the idea of intermingling and were appalled when the Elven Queen Ireth had born a Fallen children. This was a natural progression and she couldn't say she was shocked.
Kalandra surveyed the infirmary that had been erected when the courtyard had become a piece of reprieve amidst the struggle. Some of the fighters rested while others were tended to their wounds. With an air of curiosity she gazed at one of the nurses who moved about with aggression towards an injured Elf. She followed her with her eyes until the Elven nurse stopped and tended to the male with hardly contained anger. He had a few arrows on his back and she wasn't gentle at all, it was obvious she simply didn't like the male. She watched the male in question and then gave a simple nod. Ah, it was the Demonic Elf.
Could you be more careful Kalandra please.
And then she looked down looking apologetically at the injured Elf. "Sorry Fennic." She released her grip from the Elf's arm and placed a hand on his forehead. "Just rest you'll feel better when you awaken." With a few magical words the Elf fell into sleep and Kalandra moved over to Eroan and the nurse who, by the looks of it, seemed to have finished with him, at least with pulling out the arrows. "Anesse, wrap up Fennic's arm while I finish up with your patient." Anesse nodded and moved off and she looked over Eroan's wounds. The arrows were out, just a simple salve would suffice in closing the wounds. She picked up the first bottle of salve she could find and slathered some onto his back.
"So how many did you kill this time?"
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Post by Eroan Feln on Dec 13, 2009 3:01:19 GMT -5
"Since morning, I have managed to kill thirty. But they're recruiting more, and now it's not just elves, there are others, werewolves, several lower class demons." Eroan felt the cool salve hit his flesh and was a little grateful. It hurt more when the arrows were torn from his flesh than when they first pierced him in battle. He looked around and saw who it was.
"Ah, the sleep fairy." This was what he called her. Whether she appreciated it or not, it was what he named her.
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Post by Kalandra Faer'un on Dec 13, 2009 3:06:19 GMT -5
"And I bet it'll be thirty more by the time the day is out." She massaged her hands all over his back and when she satisfied with how much salve laid on it she corked the bottle and just handed it to him. "Might be easier if you have this with you since you're always one of the last ones to be seen when you come here." She dipped her hands into the nearby basin and made quick work in washing them.
"Call me what you like." She smiled faintly. "But I do my best work when my patients are sleeping." It was true. Her heritage as a Dream Weaver made her a powerful magic user. And one of the perks was being able to enter peoples dreams to weave visions or messages and when necessary to do a little psychic healing. That had been a gift from the Draconians and the most useful ability she had mastered over the years.
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Post by Eroan Feln on Dec 13, 2009 3:09:51 GMT -5
"I don't mind waiting. Several of my kind have left already because of the waiting for healing. It is a problem of these people." Eroan shrugged. "But I'll keep it on hand I suppose, or come and grab the bottle next time I come back and I'm injured, which is often." He smiled.
"Yes, well, I have requested no sleep work. I can sleep just fine on my own."
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Post by Kalandra Faer'un on Dec 13, 2009 3:16:27 GMT -5
"I know. You should have a permanent address here already. I've seen you enough this last week. Not many people can stay standing with some of the injuries you've gotten. They've already nicknamed you 'Eroan the Invincible.' They were some of the young Elves though. The older ones just looked on with disdain." She shrugged her shoulders. "The old codgers need to get a life."
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Post by Eroan Feln on Dec 13, 2009 3:20:00 GMT -5
"Because obviously I'm trying to become King." He rolled his eyes. "I'm only helping because my brother believes in the fighting more than I do. If it was up to me, I'd simply wait it out, but I also do not agree with what the Valni are doing, but this side is also in part to blame. Even pure elves are treated with different and sometimes irreparable actions. They have a point in fighting that much."
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Post by Kalandra Faer'un on Dec 13, 2009 3:25:26 GMT -5
"That's what you expect though. They're Elves they've lived long lives and are resistant to change. The idea of these intermingling bloodlines 'tarnishing' their pure bloodlines is frightening to them. I think they need to get out though. All the races are intermingling. They're idiots if they thought they would be immune to it especially when you have the the highest ranking members of the royal family married to other races." Kalandra looked at him. "You're better brethren than I am. When this is over I'm gone. I've lived here for far too long."
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Post by Eroan Feln on Dec 14, 2009 20:30:41 GMT -5
"The royal family is a part of the problem. I mean, no offense to them, but I think there should be something else in place other than just royals inheriting rule. It creates too many problems." Eroan took a deep breath and stared past the tent. "There will be a lot of death tonight. Its presence is growing in strength."
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Post by Kalandra Faer'un on Dec 15, 2009 19:01:48 GMT -5
"That's why it's called a monarchy, Eroan. Besides, if you really feel that way why not head up something to change the way things are... the right way. None of this civil war crap." Kalandra sighed and watched as the fortified gates to the courtyard opened and in came a rush of Elves some running for their lives, others being carried as they were injured too greatly. Kalandra's features instantly changed to a darker one. War was hell and nothing could change that. "I think you're right.." She whispered.
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Post by Eroan Feln on Dec 16, 2009 21:58:23 GMT -5
"Well sometimes it's not that easy, to just change something so established with civility." Eroan watched as more elves came into the camp. "Well war is definitely not a great option, but it can get certain things changed."
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Post by Kalandra Faer'un on Dec 16, 2009 22:42:38 GMT -5
"Maybe not." She shrugged her shoulders. "Either way it doesn't bother me one way or the other, the monarchy that is. I rarely stay here for long periods of time to see how things are and I'm about due for another trip to a new settlement." As she spoke a few nurses came running towards the injured Elves and although she knew she should be joining them it seemed they had it handled since there was a nurse to every injured.
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Post by Eroan Feln on Dec 16, 2009 22:53:54 GMT -5
"The monarchy here forces others to judge this kind outside an wherever one may go. Sure, we have a better reputation compared to demons, but we're not that different. Hatred, dislike, superiority, the rest of it. It's rather annoying. Which is why, when this is done, I don't think I ever want to come back."
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Post by Kalandra Faer'un on Dec 16, 2009 23:03:40 GMT -5
"Then change it. It's a simple solution. But if this is your home and you want to change things you know exactly what you have to do. If nothing else finish this civil war and just leave for good. It's going to take something major to change things and we both know people are stubborn as hell for the old ways. Either way I could never understand how so many Elves stayed here, thing is for many of them it's by choice. There's an entire world out there to explore and they choose to stay here. They're stupid if you ask me. " She shook her head some. "How's your wound? I know you heal quickly just want to be certain it's healing cleanly."
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Post by Eroan Feln on Dec 16, 2009 23:07:00 GMT -5
"Yeah, maybe I should just kill the royals off then. Sounds like a plan?" He laughed. "My wound is fine, but would be better with a warm elven bed and bosom." He gave Kalandra a wink, smiling. "I'm not fighting the rest of the night. I'm getting several bottles of Leth'loren wine and falling asleep as drunk as I can get."
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