Landing Events - 5118-10-29 - Delivery for Thrayzar

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Jastatos 29-30, 5118

by Leafiara Autumnwind of the TownCrier


Summary

  • In the Landing militia barracks, Thrayzar is brought forward in chains, barely moving as he's presented before militia captains Stormyrain and Shinann--along with the potion delivered to be administered to him. After saying that the giantman (Snout) said he'd be restored if he drank it, a militiaman asks the captains if he should offer it to Thrayzar. Stormy asks it to be handed to Xorus first for inspection, who investigates and says he doesn't sense anything out of the ordinary.
  • The militia offers the potion to Thrayzar, who begins to twitch, froth, trash, and gnaw at the air as several militiamen hold him down on a wooden table, but eventually he falls limp.
  • As Thrayzar slowly opens his eyes, he briefly flickers in and out of existence. Stormy offers him some water--which he drinks, but as he tries to take another drink his hand and arm flicker and the cup phases through to the ground. As he sits up, he flickers and is then lying down again... and then he gets up off the table and multiple images of himself appear briefly before vanishing.
  • Thrayzar says he's glad to see the gauntlets gone, and thanks everyone for their help--his voice echoing. Shinann and Stormy suggest rest. Magister Raelee asks if his perception is fragmented and he says he can see fine, but is tired. Shinann sits with Thrayzar to keep watch and Stormy escorts the rest of the group away, saying she'll make sure any further changes will be communicated.

Highlights

Thrayzar thrashes violently, held down by the militiamen. His eyes twitch and twitch some more, but the frothing stops.
Thrayzar rises up once more, his chest pushed to the sky, his back arched, his hands clamping the edges of the table. He gnaws at the air briefly, snap snap snap, biting at nothing.
Chamorr heartily says, "Looks like Helga's at the end of the night."
Madmountan asks, "Is it wrong that I'm wondering what happens if he phases halfway into the floor?"


Log

Vial Inspection

[Town Square Central]

This is the heart of the main square of Wehnimer's Landing. The impromptu shops of the bazaar are clustered around this central gathering place, where townsfolk, travellers, and adventurers meet to talk, conspire or raise expeditions to the far-flung reaches of Elanith. At the north end, an old well, with moss-covered stones and a craggy roof, is shaded from the moonlight by a strong, robust tree. The oak is tall and straight, and it is apparent that the roots run deep. You also see an herbal remedy donation bin and some stone benches with some stuff on it.

A uniformed Wehnimer's militiaman just arrived!

Shinann nods to the Wehnimer's militiaman.

The militiaman snaps to attention and salutes Stormyrain and Shinann.

Stormyrain turns toward the Wehnimer's militiaman and renders a sharp hand salute.

Shinann turns toward the Wehnimer's militiaman and renders a sharp hand salute.

The militiaman says, "Captains, a large giantman arrived earlier, and delivered a potion to us. We intend to adminster it to Thrayzar. Are you attending?"

Speaking heartily to a uniformed Wehnimer's militiaman, Chamorr says, "Howdy."

Shinann says, "Yes."

Stormyrain says, "We are."

Speaking to a uniformed Wehnimer's militiaman, Stormyrain asks, "Barracks?"

The militiaman says, "All are welcome. We shall begin inside the barracks soon."

The militiaman marches off.

Stormyrain: "For those who are interested in the status of Marshall Thrayzar, the potion has been received and will be administered in the town barracks. All are welcome to support the Orc."

Chaoswynd recites:

"Leaving for the barracks shortly, for those that wish to follow"

[We proceed to the barracks.]

[Town Barracks, Inner Courtyard]

Stone walls wrap around to form a solid enclosure to the courtyard, the ground smooth and paved with dark cobblestones. Barely visible beyond the thick iron gate stretches North Ring Road and an expanse of the palisades of Wehnimer's Landing. A large two-story brick building dominates the far end of the courtyard, its roof topped with a black and grey flag. You also see a dark wooden table with an iron bucket on it.

Also here: Sir Cryheart, Stormyrain, Maiden Leafiara, Lord Chamorr, Gypsy Scribe Balley, Chaoswynd, Shinann

A uniformed Wehnimer's militiaman just arrived!

A uniformed Wehnimer's militiaman just arrived!

A uniformed Wehnimer's militiaman just arrived!

A uniformed Wehnimer's militiaman just arrived!

The militia head inside the building.

Chaoswynd just slipped quietly into a large two-story brick building, with his group following closely.

[Town Barracks, Entryway]

The stone floor of the barracks entrance expands out in all directions, its smooth surface marred by numerous boot scuffs. To the east, through an open archway, the glimmer of metal armor and weapons can be seen, while the clatter and chatter of the dining hall echoes in from the south. A wide wooden stairwell dominates the western wall, rising up to reach the second floor.

A uniformed Wehnimer's militiaman just arrived!

A uniformed Wehnimer's militiaman just arrived!

A uniformed Wehnimer's militiaman just arrived!

A uniformed Wehnimer's militiaman just arrived!

Shinann just went up a wide wooden stairwell.

Chaoswynd just slipped quietly up a wide wooden stairwell, with his group following closely.

[Town Barracks, Second Floor]

A wide wooden stairwell begins at the end of the second floor hall, an open banister overlooking the entranceway below. To the south, a bookcase can be glimpsed through an archway, which stands opposite of a plain wooden door. A narrow window provides an angled view of the city streets beyond.

Mayor Lylia's group just came up a wide wooden stairwell.

Speaking to Shinann, Chaoswynd asks, "Which room has he been resting in?"

Chamorr heartily says, "The one wif da bed in it."

Shinann just went southeast.

Chaoswynd just moved quietly southeast, with his group following closely.

[Barracks, Sleeping Quarters]

Stout oak cabinets and shelves run a border around the chamber, many of them cluttered with boots, uniforms, small weapons, and linens. Modest cots are setup in rows throughout the center of the room, some neatly tended and clean, others a disheveled mess, or occupied by a slumbering member of the militia.

Chamorr heartily says, "Wake up."

Shinann says, "They might have moved him. I was out of town yesterday... could not be helped."

Lylia says, "Understandable."

Stormyrain says, "Or mayhaps he's regained some strength and is moving around on his own."

Stormyrain says, "One can hope."

A uniformed Wehnimer's militiaman just arrived!

A uniformed Wehnimer's militiaman just arrived!

A uniformed Wehnimer's militiaman just arrived!

A uniformed Wehnimer's militiaman just arrived!

You hear some chains being dragged nearby.

Stormyrain murmurs, "Or not."

Chamorr heartily says, "Marley had no bowels."

Balley softly asks, "Chains?"

Lylia says, "A necessary precaution, perhaps."

Balley softly says, "Or torture."

Shinann says, "Yes, a precaution."

Balley softly says, "Ok."

Lylia says, "I hardly think the militia indulge in torture."

Shinann says, "We do not torture people here."

Balley softly says, "Ok that is good."

A militiaman rolls out a long wooden table with wheels, then locks it into place.

Leafiara slowly says, "I'm going to guess this... cure won't be comfortable."

Chamorr heartily asks, "What is this gona do?"

Stormyrain says, "Restore Thrayzar to himself, we hope."

Cryheart asks, "Restore his humanity?"

Stormyrain says, "No."

Chamorr heartily asks, "Cure him of bein an orc?"

Stormyrain says, "Not that I'm aware of."

Leafiara says, "Of whatever Praxopius did to him."

Stormyrain says, "Cure him of whatever that crippled bastard did to his mind."

Cryheart says, "Ahhh."

Soneiken asks, "Can you actualy "cure" a curse?"

Emerging from down the hall, the red orc appears. Gone are the white adornments of Rone, as he is bedecked once more in his old attire. But his brown eyes dart about at times, then sometimes grow still. Chains have secured his hands and his ankles, and some militiamen slowly guide him into the room, where he is helped up onto the wooden table and lies down. He does not move much.

Lylia says, "You can remove it, or neutralize it."

Soneiken says, "Mmm."

A militiaman steps forward, closer to the table.

Speaking to Lylia, Soneiken says, "I was being rhetorical."

>look thray

You see Thrayzar Necksnapper.

He appears to be an Orc.

He is average height. He appears to be in the prime of life. He has dark brown eyes and burgundy fur-covered skin. He has long, thick and matted deep burgundy hair worn in a multitude of war braids. He has an emaciated face, a flat nose and a bony cranium and a missing finger. He has sharp discolored fangs and a wicked eye-shaped scar on his left cheek.

He is in good shape.

He is wearing a small leather bag, a long sleek grey leather cloak, a nocked rolaren shield, a sturdy leather pack, a suit of bone-studded armor, a fine-crafted dark leather pouch, a bone-inlaid grey leather sheath, a small halfling skin pouch, some frayed dark leather pants, and some reinforced steel-toed boots.

A militiaman says, "He's been like this, for awhile. Since we retrieved him."

A militiaman says, "He doesn't say anything, or do much. It's like, once we left Glaoveln...he just..." He shrugs.

Soneiken gives Thrayzar a little prod between the shoulder blades.

Cryheart says, "Hmmm."

Stormyrain glances sharply at Soneiken.

Leafiara cautiously says, "Well... not much to do, then, except hope this thing works..."

Soneiken shrugs at Stormyrain.

Lylia murmurs, "Like an animate told to await orders, only still breathing."

Speaking to Soneiken, Shinann says, "Do not do that again."

Speaking to Shinann, Soneiken says, "Or..."

Shinann says, "You will leave."

Shinann nods.

Speaking gently to Thrayzar, Stormyrain states, "We are here, Marshal."

Soneiken laughs!

Stormyrain touches Thrayzar.

Stormyrain settles her gaze on Soneiken, watching him intently.

Lylia mildly says, "I am certain we all have the same interest in seeing Thrayzar restored to himself...and that there need be no other concerns but him at the moment."

Speaking to a uniformed Wehnimer's militiaman, Stormyrain asks, "Who has what was delievered?"

A militiaman walks forward, holding a small vial of blue liquid. "This."

Stormyrain whispers something to Shinann.

A militiaman says, "The giantman said to have him drink it, and all would be restored. Shall I?"

Stormyrain says, "Moment, please."

A militiaman nods.

Stormyrain whispers something to Xorus.

Chamorr heartily says, "Try it on Cryheart first."

Stormyrain nods slowly at Xorus.

Stormyrain says, "Can you hand it to Lord Xorus for a moment, please."

Cryheart asks, "Hmm.....were we expecting a giantman to deliver the potion?"

Shinann says, "He did."

Speaking to Cryheart, Leafiara says, "Snout, his assistant."

Cryheart says, "Ahhh...Snout."

Shinann says, "I wish he had stayed."

Stormyrain glances at a uniformed Wehnimer's militiaman.

Xorus says, "There is only so much I can tell from a cursory inspection of a potion."

Stormyrain nods understandingly.

Raelee suddenly fades into view.

The militiaman places the vial of liquid on the table and nods to Xorus.

Stormyrain says, "But you might catch something the rest of us would miss."

Cryheart says, "Magister Raelee."

Shinann says, "We understand..."

Xorus tilts his head slightly and stares straight ahead as he murmurs softly under his breath...

Xorus gestures at a small vial of blue liquid.

Balley softly asks, "Would you like me to scry upon it to see if I get anything?"

Stormyrain says, "No thank you."

Stormyrain focuses her concentration, briefly studying the composition of a glass sigil-etched vial filled with a white haze.

Speaking to Balley, Stormyrain says, "I don't want to hold it from Thrayzar long and I don't sense anything from it."

Xorus taps something in a high-collared black leather coat.

Stormyrain nods in agreement at Shinann.

Xorus removes a small vial of blue liquid from on a wooden table.

Xorus taps a small vial of blue liquid, and its contents shift slightly as silvery motes float within it.

Chamorr heartily says, "Give it to him already, ol boy suffered enough."

Xorus tilts his head slightly and stares straight ahead as he murmurs softly under his breath...

Xorus gestures at a slender glass vial of a tiny amount of reddish-brown liquid. [This isn't the one for Thrayzar, but perhaps is being compared to the one that is.]

Stormyrain wrinkles her nose.

Xorus tilts his head slightly and stares straight ahead as he murmurs softly under his breath...

Xorus gestures at a small vial of blue liquid.

Xorus shrugs.

Balley removes a sanguine crystal scrying bowl from in her ivory gossamer pelisse.

Balley takes out a small flask of water and pours it into her crystal scrying bowl then stows the empty flask.

Stormyrain murmurs, "Looks..motey. That always means it tastes terrible."

Stormyrain nods gratefully at Xorus.

Xorus says, "I do not sense anything out of the ordinary about this concoction."

Raelee gives a sidelong glance at Stormyrain.

Stormyrain says, "Thank you."

Stormyrain gives a sidelong glance at Raelee.

Stormyrain shifts her weight.

Balley softly says, "Go for it I am going to check do not mind me."

Balley gazes into her crystal scrying bowl, her expression growing blank and eyes unfocused. After a short while she blinks a few times and seems to be aware of her surroundings again.

Cryheart says, "Bottoms up, Thrayzar."

Balley gazes into her crystal scrying bowl, her expression growing blank and eyes unfocused. After a short while she blinks a few times and seems to be aware of her surroundings again.

Stormyrain adopts an agreeable expression.

Speaking to Xorus, Stormyrain says, "Thank you."

Xorus offers Stormyrain a small vial of blue liquid.

Shinann nods at Xorus.

Stormyrain accepts Xorus's blue liquid.

Shinann gazes at Thrayzar.

Stormyrain offers Shinann a small vial of blue liquid.

Shinann accepts Stormyrain's blue liquid.

Shinann nods.

Balley gazes into her crystal scrying bowl, her expression growing blank and eyes unfocused. After a short while she blinks a few times and seems to be aware of her surroundings again.

Stormyrain touches Thrayzar.

Balley gazes into her crystal scrying bowl, her expression growing blank and eyes unfocused. After a short while she blinks a few times and seems to be aware of her surroundings again.

Balley gets out a flask and pours the water from her crystal scrying bowl into it and then puts the flask away.

Thrayzar begins to twitch.

Speaking heartily to Thrayzar, Chamorr says, "Almost there."

Shinann offers Thrayzar a small vial of blue liquid.

Shinann asks, "Can you drink that, please?"

Stormyrain gives a sidelong glance at Shinann.

A militiaman nods to Shinann and takes the liquid vial.

Shinann nods to the Wehnimer's militiaman.

Shinann kneels down.


Drink Up

The militiaman leans over, pouring the blue liquid into Thrayzar's mouth. The red orc seems to drink most of it, only a small rivulet of blue liquid dripping down from the corner of his mouth.

Stormyrain settles her gaze on Thrayzar, watching him intently.

Chamorr heartily says, "Militiaman has plenty a practice with flasks."

Stormyrain clenches her jaw.

Thrayzar's eyes go wide!

(Shinann wipes the extra liquid away with the corner of her cloak.)

Stormyrain leans forward.

Stormyrain squints at Thrayzar.

Balley softly says, "Um that may not be a good thing."

Thrayzar arcs up, almost off of the table, his mouth thrown open in silent agony.

Shinann raises an eyebrow.

Some of the militiamen rush in, trying to hold down the Marshal.

Thrayzar begins to twitch.

Thrayzar thrashes around on the floor.

Thrayzar begins to twitch.

Shinann stands up.

Thrayzar coughs.

Balley whispers, "Poison I bet."

Stormyrain furrows her brow.

Shinann says, "I think it is expelling whatever it is they dosed him with..."

Thrayzar digs his fingers into the sides of the table, his chest rising and falling rapidly, his breathing labored. His eyes tear up and twitch. Froth begins to form at his lips.

Stormyrain paces back and forth.

Cryheart says, "It dinnae look painless."

Stormyrain murmurs, "Hold on Marshal."

Speaking to Cryheart, Leafiara offers, "No, but neither did curing Larsya and that worked out..."

Stormyrain clenches her jaw.

Thrayzar gasps.

Stormyrain gives a sidelong glance at Thrayzar.

Thrayzar coughs, and green bile and blood spew from his mouth, staining his chest and the table.

Leafiara mumbles, "Not that that makes it much easier to watch."

Stormyrain gets a blank look on her face.

Thrayzar thrashes violently, held down by the militiamen. His eyes twitch and twitch some more, but the frothing stops.

Balley softly says, "That does not look good."

Shinann says, "It is expelling what they gave him to turn him into that... thing."

Thrayzar rises up once more, his chest pushed to the sky, his back arched, his hands clamping the edges of the table. He gnaws at the air briefly, snap snap snap, biting at nothing.

Chamorr heartily says, "Looks like Helga's at the end of the night."

Stormyrain shifts her weight.

Stormyrain folds her arms over her chest.

Speaking heartily to Thrayzar, Chamorr says, "Hang on."

Suddenly, with no further fanfare, Thrayzar goes limp, falling flat onto the table, his eyes closing and his head turning to the side.

Stormyrain settles her gaze on Thrayzar, watching him intently.

Stormyrain gives a sidelong glance at Shinann.

Chamorr heartily says, "Dinna kill him."


Thrayzar Wakes

Thrayzar opens his eyes, silently looking around.

Cryheart says, "Nae yet."

Speaking to Thrayzar, Stormyrain murmurs, "Marshal?"

Speaking to Thrayzar, Shinann asks, "Thrayzar?"

Thrayzar smacks his lips, as if having tasted something awful.

Speaking heartily to Thrayzar, Chamorr says, "Hey there."

Speaking to Chaoswynd, Stormyrain states, "It's the motes. Always tastes terrible."

Stormyrain grabs a silver pitcher with an indigo coral handle from a small pocket inside of her ebon lambskin jacket.

Thrayzar weakly asks, "Captains....?"

Stormyrain smiles.

Thrayzar weakly says, "Mayor..."

Stormyrain says, "We're here, yes."

Speaking to a uniformed Wehnimer's militiaman, Shinann says, "Unlock him from the chains."

Lylia inclines her head.

Stormyrain tips her silver pitcher slightly, and swirls of glittery light cascade from her pitcher down to her palm. In a brilliant flash of light, a glass appears in her hand.

Stormyrain tucks a silver pitcher with an indigo coral handle into a small pocket inside of her ebon lambskin jacket.

Cryheart says, "Greetings Thrayzar."

Stormyrain offers Thrayzar a glass of lemon water.

Speaking to Thrayzar, Lylia says, "It is good to see you again."

Stormyrain says, "Drink this, it will help with the taste."

The militiamen unlock the chains, gather them up, and step away.

Stormyrain nods to the Wehnimer's militiaman.

Thrayzar reaches for Stormyrain's water, but his hand begins to twitch.

Shinann says, "Thank you."

Stormyrain smiles.

Stormyrain nods slowly.

Speaking to Thrayzar, Stormyrain asks, "Will you allow me?"

Speaking heartily to Stormyrain, Chamorr asks, "Water?"

Stormyrain nods at Chamorr.

Stormyrain says, "Yes."

Stormyrain says, "Bit of lemon, to cleanse the taste from his mouth."

Shinann says, "He should start with water."

Chamorr heartily says, "He needs scotch."

Shinann nods.

Stormyrain says, "Water first."

Stormyrain says, "Scotch when he's healed."

Thrayzar twitches for a moment, turning his head left to right, then right to left.

Stormyrain gives a sidelong glance at Thrayzar.

Speaking to Thrayzar, Stormyrain says, "Take it slow, Marshal. You've had a rough go."

For the oh so briefest of moments, Thrayzar seems to flicker in and out of existence.

Shinann blinks.

Cryheart says, "Hmmm."

Stormyrain squints.

Chamorr heartily says, "Uhoh."

Cryheart asks, "Does he still wear that artifact?"

Shinann says, "I would think some of the effects linger but will fade."

Speaking heartily to Cryheart, Chamorr says, "Glad he dinna poof holdin me flask."

Shinann nods at Stormyrain.

Speaking to Thrayzar, Stormyrain asks, "Think you can take a drink of water?"

Stormyrain shifts her weight.

Balley softly says, "It is soo quiet.."

Balley softly says, "Is he awake or unconscious? I can not tell."

Thrayzar begins to twitch.

Shinann says, "He spoke."

Travax says, "Well he twitched. That's a possible good sign."

Thrayzar nods at Stormyrain.

Thrayzar weakly says, "...yes..."

Stormyrain offers Thrayzar a glass of lemon water.

Thrayzar accepts Stormyrain's lemon water.

Speaking gently to Thrayzar, Stormyrain says, "Easy now, not too much."

Speaking to Thrayzar, Shinann says, "Drink slowly."

Shinann glances at Stormyrain.

Shinann nods.

Thrayzar takes a drink from his lemon water.

Chamorr rolls his eyes.

Chamorr mutters lemonwater.

Chamorr offers Thrayzar a slim faenor hip-flask stoppered with a pewter-cast acorn.

Stormyrain gives a sidelong glance at Chamorr.

Shinann says, "No."

Speaking to Chamorr, Stormyrain says, "Last thing he needs Bear."

Madmountan says, "And there's the scotch."

Speaking heartily to Thrayzar, Chamorr says, "Try that, pick ya right up."

Thrayzar goes to take another drink, and part of his hand and arm seem to flicker in and out of existence for a moment, as the cup phases from his grip and clatters on the ground.

Thrayzar looks down at his hand, which is normal once more.

Stormyrain glances down.

Shinann blinks.

Stormyrain says, "Right. So there might be a need for more time and ..rest."

Shinann says, "Yes and I want two guards with him at all times."

Madmountan asks, "Is it wrong that I'm wondering what happens if he phases halfway into the floor?"

Thrayzar slowly sits up, looking around.


Slip Up

Leafiara lies down.

Leafiara looks determined and focused.

In a breathtaking display of ability and combat mastery, Leafiara whirls in a fury of unrelenting strikes and ripostes!

Leafiara swings a closed fist at a uniformed Wehnimer's militiaman!

The Wehnimer's militiaman moves at the last moment to evade the attack!

Leafiara swings a closed fist at a uniformed Wehnimer's militiaman!

AS: +361 vs DS: +637 with AvD: -23 + d100 roll: +84 = -215

A clean miss.

Leafiara swings a closed fist at a uniformed Wehnimer's militiaman!

AS: +361 vs DS: +637 with AvD: -23 + d100 roll: +65 = -234

A clean miss.

Pearly light flares up suddenly from within Leafiara!

Leafiara swings a closed fist at a uniformed Wehnimer's militiaman!

The Wehnimer's militiaman dodges just in the nick of time!

Leafiara gazes in wonder at her surroundings.

Leafiara babbles something unintelligible.

Chaoswynd blinks at Leafiara.

Shinann blinks.

Leafiara coughs.

Madmountan starts chortling.

Leafiara gives Thrayzar a strong, encouraging smile.

(OOC) Chaoswynd's player whispers to the group, "Leafi pulled a Raelee." (referring to this incident)

Lauranathalasa rubs Leafiara tenderly.

Leafiara buries her face in her hands.

Lauranathalasa says, "Easy killer."

(OOC) Travax's player whispers to the group, "Oops!"

Stormyrain gives a sidelong glance at Leafiara.

Leafiara embarrassedly says, "Er... never mind me, slip of--the leg."

Speaking to Leafiara, Lylia says, "I was just going to ask one of them about his gear, but that is another way to get their attention."

(OOC) Raelee's player whispers to the group, "Pfft. Nobody died. Try again."

(OOC) Stormyrain's player whispers to the group, "I'm laughing so hard. I can't even."

(OOC) Chaoswynd's player whispers to the group, "Show her how it's done :P."

(OOC) Leafiara's player whispers to the group, "This is what I get for having an alias of lms and a different one of lsm :P."

(OOC) Shinann's player whispers to the group, "I am laughing too... I was like what?"

Speaking to Leafiara, Soneiken says, "And they thought prodding was bad."

Chaoswynd reaches inside one of the small pouches hanging from his leather harness and collects a crystalline flask containing some milky blue oil.

Chaoswynd takes a drink from his milky blue oil.

A sense of peace and calm settles over the area.

(OOC) Chaoswynd's player whispers to the group, "Problem solved."

Speaking slowly to Soneiken, Leafiara claims, "I missed on purpose."

Leafiara nods firmly.


Thrayzar's Recovery

There is a flicker, and Thrayzar is lying down again on the table. He slowly sits up, looking around.

Shinann raises an eyebrow in Thrayzar's direction.

Speaking quietly to Thrayzar, Lylia asks, "How are you feeling?"

Thrayzar weakly says, "I ache."

Lylia nods.

Xorus says, "I am not at all familiar with the methods Praxopius used in this potion or the antidote for it."

Stormyrain nods slowly.

Thrayzar stands up.

Speaking to Thrayzar, Stormyrain says, "Hopefully that will end soon."

Speaking to Thrayzar, Shinann says, "Well, that part seems normal. You have been chained up."

Shinann nods.

Lylia says, "I would imagine so. You have been through quite the ordeal. One you may or may not recall thoroughly."

Thrayzar slowly climbs down off the table and stands. Multiple images of him appear briefly, following his actions as he stands, then they vanish.

Lauranathalasa says, "If he is phasing, I doubt them chains will do much good."

Stormyrain furrows her brow.

Speaking to Shinann, Stormyrain murmurs, "I wish we had recovered Ayred."

Shinann agrees with Stormyrain.

Speaking tentatively to Raelee, Leafiara asks, "So, err... any experience with these kinds of temporal problems?"

Thrayzar weakly says, "I am tired."

Raelee glances at Leafiara.

White flames briefly flicker around Raelee's hand as she deftly traces an elemental pattern in the air.

Raelee gestures.

Raelee vanishes.

--Never mind, there she is again. Perhaps it was a trick of the light.

Speaking evenly to Leafiara, Raelee asks, "Is it a problem?"

Thrayzar looks down at his hands.

Cryheart says, "We can imagine."

Thrayzar weakly says, "...I am glad to see them gone."

Thrayzar wrings his gauntlet-free hands.

Speaking carefully to Raelee, Leafiara says, "Might be, since he doesn't have the same control over them that you do."

Lylia says, "Then you do recall a bit."

(Shinann helps Thrayzar over to a cot.)

Shinann says, "You need rest."

Thrayzar takes a seat on the modest cot.

Thrayzar lays down on the modest cot.

Speaking evenly to Leafiara, Raelee says, "I am willing to teach."

Shinann says, "I want two guards here at all times and we are to be notified of any changes."

Shinann nods to the Wehnimer's militiaman.

Thrayzar says, "Thank you for your help all." His voice then echoes. "all all all."

Stormyrain furrows her brow.

Cryheart says, "Lingering effects."

Thrayzar swears in a fluid mixture of common and elven that would make a spike-thorn take pause.

Thrayzar breaks out in a sweat.

Stormyrain gives a sidelong glance at Thrayzar.

Thrayzar did not swear, but sweat.

Speaking to Thrayzar, Raelee asks, "Is your perception also fragmented so?"

Thrayzar weakly says, "No I can see fine."

Shinann says, "I think this is just everything leaving his body slowly. I will admit, it is only a guess."

Leafiara cautiously says, "It's good to be optimistic."

Madmountan says, "Seems a reasonable guess to me."

Soneiken says, "But the dose wasn't strong enough to rid all of it, as the Alchemist promissed."

Speaking to Thrayzar, Lylia asks, "Does finding a fixed point on which to concentrate seem to help?"

Speaking to Soneiken, Lylia says, "Possibly. Or possibly, it simply takes some time to effect a full cure."

Thrayzar weakly says, "I am not sure, truthfully. I am just very tired right now." [Unclear whether this was a response to Shinann or Lylia, and if Lylia then which of her two lines. So I just bolded them all.]

Shinann says, "I think he should rest."

Chamorr heartily says, "I still think a shot will fix him up."

Thrayzar nods.

Leafiara reminds, "It did take a couple of nights for Larsya too. I know her condition and cure were different, but... things don't always work immediately."

Shinann says, "I will remain behind and watch for awhile."

Thrayzar grasps the sheet tightly, pulling it up to his neck.

Speaking to Lylia, Soneiken says, "Let's hope so, otherwise that...disability would make it difficult to weild a weapon in his hands."

Stormyrain says, "Alright, let's allow him to sleep."

Stormyrain twists her head slightly, cracking her neck. She looks relieved.

Shinann nods.

Shinann sits down.

Stormyrain says, "If you would all move to the northwest please."

Speaking to Thrayzar, Lylia says, "Rest, then. You have more than earned it."

Chaoswynd just moved quietly northwest, with his group following closely.

[Town Barracks, Second Floor]

A wide wooden stairwell begins at the end of the second floor hall, an open banister overlooking the entranceway below. To the south, a bookcase can be glimpsed through an archway, which stands opposite of a plain wooden door. A narrow window provides an angled view of the city streets beyond.

>peer se

You peer southeast and see ...

[Barracks, Sleeping Quarters] Stout oak cabinets and shelves run a border around the chamber, many of them cluttered with boots, uniforms, small weapons, and linens. Modest cots are setup in rows throughout the center of the room, some neatly tended and clean, others a disheveled mess, or occupied by a slumbering member of the militia. You also see a glass of lemon water, a wooden table, a uniformed Wehnimer's militiaman, a uniformed Wehnimer's militiaman, a uniformed Wehnimer's militiaman and a uniformed Wehnimer's militiaman.

Also here: Shinann who is sitting, Thrayzar who is lying down

Stormyrain nods gratefully.

Stormyrain says, "Thank you all for coming. If we learn of any changes we will make sure they are communicated."

Stormyrain nods at Chaoswynd.

Stormyrain says, "If you will pardon me, I need to go figure out a watch schedule."

Stormyrain places a hand over her heart.

Stormyrain bows.

Lylia says, "Thank you, Captain. It is good to see him returned to some semblance of his own mind, even if his body is slow to follow."

Stormyrain nods at Chaoswynd.

Stormyrain agrees with Lylia.

Stormyrain says, "It is."

Stormyrain says, "Let's hope he can continue that path."

Stormyrain smiles.

Lylia says, "And you will, of course, see that he is cleaned."

Stormyrain says, "Of course."

Lylia says, "Purgatives are a messy business."

Stormyrain wrinkles her nose.

Stormyrain says, "Indeed."

Stormyrain says, "Merry eve, all."