Eerie Escapades (Week 1) - Closed
As the battle drew to a close, Adelle looked around rather quickly, checking to see if anyone else had fallen. She breathed a sigh of relief, seeing that the two faces she recognized were still standing and fighting. When the last orc finally died, she stepped over to the man who had been heavily wounded fighting outside of her cage. “Are your wounds alright?” she asked Brayden, looking over him with concerned eyes.
Brayden kneeled as he caught his breath, blood seeping from the wounds on his body as he slowly looked up at the soft voice that floated to his ears. His vision was swimming from the loss of blood and his ears rang loudly, the battle had taken its toll on him, much like he had expected it would. His hair hung around his face as he looked up to her, “I think with some mending and time I will be alright, but without proper attention soon, I don’t stand much chance to helping you any further.”
“I don’t know if I’ve got the skills for proper attention, but I’ll do my best,” Adelle said with a gentle smile, kneeling beside him. “Lay down,” she instructed as she lightly pushed on his shoulder, urging him back toward the floor. Taking a quick survey of the room, she sighed slightly, noting all of the wounds everyone had sustained. This was going to be exhausting.
Brayden layed gingerly down on the packed dirt floor of the cavern, closing his eyes trying to will the pain into a recession. Wincing as she would clean and pack his wounds.
“Anyone else who needs immediate attention should come over here as well,” Adelle said, her eyes lingering on the wounds of Kora and Dinn. She motioned them to move over toward her, turning her attention back down to the monk on the floor. She gently placed her hands on his chest, using both her psionic skills and adept fingers to heal and clean his wounds.
Reaching up he placed his hand over hers as he looked up into her eyes with a slight smile to his handsome face. “Thank you.”
Adelle returned the smile, a blush forming over her cheeks. “You’re welcome. I’m Adelle. What might your name be?”
Arcea wandered closer to them, watching Adelle bandage his wounds. She looked down to her own wounds and glanced back to them. After a moment, she ripped a piece of her rags and tried to mimic Adelle by attempting to wrap it around a particularly deep slash on her arm.
“Tch. Damn Orc.” Greed said as he walked closer to the group, stopping barely a foot away from Arcea. “I suppose it’s my own fault for being noticed, but this blood is going to take forever to get out…” He was only minorly wounded, and it had already stopped bleeding. Looking around, he examined the other prisoners. Most of them looked quite nice in their small clothes. Sadly, something told him that they all have proper clothing. Except maybe the one in rags. He looked over at Arcea, giving her a warm smile as he watched her attempt to wrap her own bandages. “Perhaps you should have that washed and looked at, dear?”
“Brayden.” Moving to sit up as he looked at the girl that he had seen before move closer to them, watching her as she struggled to bandage her own wounds. “I think she might be in some need of help as well.”