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The Bank of the River Wda
Perched on a stone beside a tumbling waterfall, Alistair revised a spell. He had been taking breaks between travel to practice his telekinesis and aerokinesis. Scratching the back of his head, he tossed the parchment aside when he couldn't make any more sense of it and leaped to his feet. Barren hills spanned for miles, split by the river Wda, which flowed between them. The air dropped to a chill, making Alistair shiver, so he grabbed the edges of his hood and pulled it up. Gripping the hems of his robes, he trudged through the grass, its blades brushing the tops of his felt boots.
The sky, undisturbed by the rays of a sun loomed behind the snow-capped mountains of the spine as they peeked out from behind the hills. As Alistair opened his mouth to recite the spell, something caught his eye.
Floating down the river was the body of a man.
Dark, blue eyes widening, Alistair almost tumbled straight over. His robes billowing around, he leaped to his feet and ran forward, when he saw blood in the water. He didn't know what had happened, but the man was hurt and he needed help! He wondered if there was a battle going on nearby. Robes in hand, he ran down the hill and scrambled to the bank of the river. Gasping, he stepped in, the water rising to the top of his felt boots and soaking his robes. Wading through, he knelt down on the bank and scanned the man for any injuries. There was a gash beneath his arm, but he was wearing plated armor, so luckily it wasn't deep, but it would need to be cleaned quickly before it got infected.
Sliding his hands beneath the man's side, Alistair turned him over and let the water ran out of his mouth. He saw him blinking. Wrapping his hand around his shoulder, he helped him to his feet.
"It's okay, I'm a mage," he cooed, "I can heal you," he said leaning down at the length of the man's ear. His arm around his shoulder, he let him lean against him and helped him to the bank of the river.
Trudging through the mud and water, Alistair walked the man to the shore. He set him on the grassy and bent down, then started to take off his armour. He had been trained to undo armour in his healing unit, and knew where every thing was. A strap in his hand, he untied it and removed one of the plates on the man's arm.
"Got a few nasty cuts, but it's nothing I can't fix, did you come from a battle?" Alistair asked.
Yves Oudin
Perched on a stone beside a tumbling waterfall, Alistair revised a spell. He had been taking breaks between travel to practice his telekinesis and aerokinesis. Scratching the back of his head, he tossed the parchment aside when he couldn't make any more sense of it and leaped to his feet. Barren hills spanned for miles, split by the river Wda, which flowed between them. The air dropped to a chill, making Alistair shiver, so he grabbed the edges of his hood and pulled it up. Gripping the hems of his robes, he trudged through the grass, its blades brushing the tops of his felt boots.
The sky, undisturbed by the rays of a sun loomed behind the snow-capped mountains of the spine as they peeked out from behind the hills. As Alistair opened his mouth to recite the spell, something caught his eye.
Floating down the river was the body of a man.
Dark, blue eyes widening, Alistair almost tumbled straight over. His robes billowing around, he leaped to his feet and ran forward, when he saw blood in the water. He didn't know what had happened, but the man was hurt and he needed help! He wondered if there was a battle going on nearby. Robes in hand, he ran down the hill and scrambled to the bank of the river. Gasping, he stepped in, the water rising to the top of his felt boots and soaking his robes. Wading through, he knelt down on the bank and scanned the man for any injuries. There was a gash beneath his arm, but he was wearing plated armor, so luckily it wasn't deep, but it would need to be cleaned quickly before it got infected.
Sliding his hands beneath the man's side, Alistair turned him over and let the water ran out of his mouth. He saw him blinking. Wrapping his hand around his shoulder, he helped him to his feet.
"It's okay, I'm a mage," he cooed, "I can heal you," he said leaning down at the length of the man's ear. His arm around his shoulder, he let him lean against him and helped him to the bank of the river.
Trudging through the mud and water, Alistair walked the man to the shore. He set him on the grassy and bent down, then started to take off his armour. He had been trained to undo armour in his healing unit, and knew where every thing was. A strap in his hand, he untied it and removed one of the plates on the man's arm.
"Got a few nasty cuts, but it's nothing I can't fix, did you come from a battle?" Alistair asked.
Yves Oudin
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