House Mallorn ar' Celeb'ithil

He stands there pondering the druids last words. Then he replies to her" My dear lady, I am not merely a guard of Aman. We had eloped in secret for I did not wish to gain title or rank and I am Dragon kind so we took our vows in front of the Elders. As I would gladly give my life to save hers. The point being if she dies I also will, for I will not or cannot go on with out her. We are soul bound and tied together for life!" He steps aside to let them tend to her as he ponders the attack over and over in his mind wondering what he could have done to prevent it. Though the assassins were thorough in there plotting, they had to have had inside info to have been so deadly in there planning. He begins to mind speak to "Drako" who he had left back at Aman. He asks Drako if there is any survivors or commotion going on since his quick departure. He gets back images of Koeh, Null and Roden returning and gathering belongings in wagons. Then, a dark hooded figure appears and talks to them as they look like they appear to be familiar with each other. He tells his companion to follow them but to stay well hidden from their senses and view. He then asks the druid if he may be of any assistance or help in any way.

“I know who you are Lord Nexxen. Words of my sister elopement did not fail to reach my ears. But that does not change the fact of what I had said. I can not save those who do not want to be saved, when the injury is as fatal as this, they will have to fight as well. There is only so much a healer can do.” She follows the shield bearers closely as they are now entering the main hall, with Kesh leading at the front, gesturing at the now cleared large table. Dhar helps the Captain as they haul Selel’s body from the shield to the table.

As Nexxen asks her if he could be of any assistance, Mistara turns to face him, “Stay close but do not get in my way. If it comes down to a battle of will that will save her I may have a need of you nearby. But let’s hope it does not come to that, but I always like to be prepared.”

As the last of the guard turns their back on them, Mistara calls to the Captain over her shoulder, “Make sure no one enters the hall Captain while I’m working. I have no time for properness if I am to save my sister.”

As the last of her word uttered out of her mouth, a sound of fabric ripping is heard as the druid split Selel’s top, exposing her bare chest and all its wound.

He nods to the druid and steps aside, but always keeping his eyes transfixed on his wife. He sees the wounds on her bare chest and clenches his fist as the rage courses through him like a fountain. His eyes begin to whirl a vibrant red as he thinks of the treachery that has befallen her. He then begins to meditate as he desperately tries to establish a mind link with her. Despite his efforts though, she is either reluctant or has drifted too far from him. He keeps trying as he sends to her, "My dearest one, come back to me. All is not lost for I love thee and will never abandon thee or leave thy side." He keeps repeating it to her although he senses no response. He is vaguely aware of all the commotion taking place around him, for his efforts are deep; as deep as the love he feels for her. He is oblivious to the broken arrow shaft that still lies in his leg just tucked in behind his armor.

Feeling to peace of the darkness Sel feels the pain lessen, the sadness fading as she accepts her fate. Hearing her sister she sounds so far away, Sel wonders why she just does not let her go and find the peace she never seemed to be able to find. Turning towards the voice she feels the pain again, not her body but her heart.

"Sister, I love you, you have done all you can my whole life to help me find peace. I have found it now, you must just let go of me." Turning away quickly her heart breaking she seeks out the peace again when she hears Nexxen's voice. She stops and turns again, wishing to see him one more time before she finds him in what she prays will be a far better place then the last. His words come over and over again to her. "My dearest one come back to me all is not lost for I love thee and will never abandon thee or leave thy side."

She stares at him and her heart calls out to him, she can not bear to see the pain in his eyes, wanting to simply hold and kiss him one more time. She tries to touch him but her body will not heed her commands and she cries out to him. "Husband!" As she tries to move towards him she feels the pull, she is being pulled away. The fates call to her and her heart is torn between her love for him, her need to be with him, and the peace that she never could find.

Dhar, standing on the other side of Selel from Mistara, watches as the druidess grabs to either side of her sister’s blood soaked shirt and pulls, tearing the shirt open down the middle. Kesh, standing next to Mistara, steadies several of the arrow shafts as Dhar reaches over with his dagger and slits the top to let the fabric move around the shafts. Mistara releases the slippery material as it makes a wet, sloshing sound as it falls free and hangs from the table. Blood smeared on his almost sister’s skin reminded him of the Aman battle field when the orcs tried to take Aman’s castle, but in a smaller scale.

A young maiden offered a small basin full of warm water for Mistara to dip her hands in. The druidess cleans the blood and grime off her hands before she starts her work on the wounds.

Placing his dagger off to the side, Dhar takes the offered sponges from the basin of warm slightly soaped water, steeped with healing herbs Kesh holds out to him and proceeds to gently remove the blood and grime from his sister’s skin, while Kesh swaps clean sponges for the bloody used ones. Dhar occasionally glances over at Mistara as she prepares herself and proceeds to scan her sister’s body to understand the depth of the injuries. Glancing over at Lord Nexxen, Dhar also notices his concentration focused on his wife and wonders if he could be so serene if this were his Seron vell on the table instead.

Softly Mistara touches her sister’s cheek with one hand, while the other is hovering above her chest, about two inches off the body. The druidess closes her eyes as the familiar white glow, to those who have seen her heal previously, emanates from both her palm. As this continues, the worry that seems apparent in her feature seems to ease a bit as she slowly opens her eyes, and says, “I was worried at the original outlook of things, but it seems the fatal arrow missed her heart. And there seems to be no poison in any of the arrow that struck her.”

She sighs and mutters under her breath, “I hate this part.” Looking at some of the tools that are being held out to her by another maiden behind her, she picks a small pointy dagger. Thrusting the dagger pointed end towards Dharasha, he places his hand around the blade without touching the metal. Slowly, the blade starts to heat up until the tip starts to gently glow red and the fire elf removes his hand. Mistara examines the blade, waving it a little to cool the blade some so it doesn’t prematurely cauterize the wound. When satisfied that the dagger’s blade is the right temperature, she nods to Dhar, who takes hold of one of the arrow’s shaft. Having estimated that this was a medium depth wound, Mistara carefully makes a small incision around the arrow shaft, having noted the twin lacerations radiating from the shaft in opposite directions. Cautiously teasing open the wound, slowly prying the skin from the wood, she slides the blade ever closer to the arrow’s head until she has the dagger aligned with the barbed shaft. With head not far from the wound, Mistara watches down the shaft as she meticulously teases the skin away from the arrowhead while pacing Dhar with the arrow’s extraction. The room is so very quiet that he believes everyone else is also holding their breath as well. When the arrow finally clears the skin, a collective sigh can be heard and a small current of air can almost be felt in the room, or so the fire elf believes.

A loud “clunk” of the arrow being placed on the table resounds through the hall as the druidess can faintly be heard incanting into the wound. A gentle white glow moves from her free hand deep into the hole oozing blood. Dharasha tries to keep up with the blood so to keep the wound visible to the tender ministrations of the team. Mistara finally nods to Kesh who takes a generous dollop of poultice on a pestle from its mortar and gently packs the wound. Kesh holds it down, while Mistara casts another spell inside where the white light seems to knit together the deeper parts of the wound. The blood flowing out of Selel’s wound shuts off as if someone closed a valve. Rinsing their hands from offered bowls of water and drying their hands on fresh clean warm cloths, The Druidess and the fire elf move to the next wound, while Kesh cleans the outside wound area; sews the wound closed; and lays a clean dressing across the freshly stitched wound.

When finally four near twin arrows lay side by side on the table by the patient, Mistara takes a moment to stretch and straighten her back. Turning to Lord Nexxen, she says, “I believe that is all of them, however, in a moment I will re-examine her to see how well she is taking to the healing.” Dhar and Kesh, with the aid of some of the staff, address the cleaning of the area, picking up the spent tools and placing back on trays for their removal. The arrows are gathered as they are and placed on their own tray for later examination.



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He relaxes a bit when the druid has removed all of the arrows. Although he knows she is far from out of the woods, he shudders to think, how many arrows bounced off of his hide in dragon form as he shielded her from them? Though his heart grows heavy as he looks at the ones laying there, he is overcome with the feeling he has let her down in some way. He then reaches down to adjust his leg plate for his leg has become uncomfortable. As he raises his hand, he sees it is covered in blood. He says to the druid, "M'lady I am afraid I may require some of your service also?" As he looks down and sees a broken shaft sticking out of his right leg just above his knee. He begins to unbuckle the leg and calf plate as he looks for a place to sit.

Hearing Nexxen's request the druidess raises one of her eyebrow, while she sees Dhar sliding a chair behind him. She watches with approval as a clean sheet is placed over her sister's body, before she comes closer towards Nexxen whom by then had removed the plates from his leg. She drops to her knees examining his wounded leg at eye level.

She calls to Kesh, “Have someone bring a glass of one of our fortified wines.” Gently she looks down at the wound, determining that it was only a shallow hit. Kesh by then had dropped down on her knees as well, gently cleaning off the caked blood around the wound carefully as to not disturb the shaft that’s embedded in Nexxen’s leg.

A moment later, a maiden bearing a goblet of elven wine appears beside the druid. “Drink that,” she gestures towards the goblet with her head while addressing Nexxen. She watches as he drinks the wine without any question, realizing what it is for. She waits for a few moments, letting the alcohol do its job. “Bite down on this,” she offers him a stick of wood, which again he takes it without question.

The druidess picks up a clean dagger from the tray of tools offered to her, and once again thrusting it towards Dharasha, and once again he heats up the dagger for the procedure. The druid looks at Dharasha, and as if reading her mind, he places both his hands firmly on Nexxen’s wounded leg.

“Ready?” She looks up at Nexxen and sees him simply nod, while biting down on the stick of wood. As she performs her incision, she can hear him grunt in pain, while Dharasha holds his leg steady in place. Since the arrow didn’t strike deep, it didn’t take long before she frees it from his leg. The trio continues their repeat performance on Nexxen’s wound, just like they did to Selel, and before long, he had a fresh, clean dressing over it.

Making sure he’s as comfortable as he can be for now, Mistara stands up and glides over to her sister one more time. She holds outs both her hand softly touching Selel’s cheek, closing her eyes as her hand glow once more. This time the light from her hand seems to infuse itself into the still body on the table. A soft gasp comes out of her before she quickly open her eyes, looking rather cross at Nexxen as she exclaims, “When were you planning on telling me that she is pregnant!” Dhar looks up at the obviously annoyed Mistara, then turns his head towards Nexxen, waiting for his answer as well.

He abruptly spits the wooden piece out of his mouth,half choking half gasping. Looking from Mistara to Dhar and then back to Mistara his eyes whirl a bright golden hue as he says to her, "I truly do not know of what you speak M'lady?" He rises to his feet and slowly stares at Selel's body laying there on the table. He moves as though he had just been hit with the mightiest battle blow. The pain and fear that run through his mind, for not only he might lose his beloved wife -- the thought of losing a child. As he draws nearer to the table he glances at Mistara for a brief moment and asks, "are you certain?" He does not hear her answer for his gaze falls upon his beloved as he tenderly places his hand on her stomach and kisses her. He then puts his forehead on hers as he whispers in her ear, "My love, you must come back. You have to raise our child, and I swear by the first egg, I will build you both a safe place to live where no harm shall ever come to either of you" ... a long pause as a single tear rolls down his cheek ... He closes his eyes and tries once again to reach her with his mind.

Feeling torn between her husband and the fates, she hears her husband's voice calling to her. "My love, you must come back. You have to raise our child, and I swear by the first egg, I will build you both a safe place to live where no harm shall ever come to either of you." Her mind tries to grasp what he is saying.
How could this be? She almost laughs at the thought. What she does not understand is how he could know and she did not. That is just not possible. She searches, but can only feel pain inside her and it is the pain she wants to escape. She knows she has to make a choice, but which one? She is so torn between her love for her husband and the escape of pain of her life.

She knows if there is a child she must fight; she can not punish an innocent child for her sins. She has to know the truth of it and tries to find her sister in the darkness, calling to her. "Sister? Sister hear me, do I carry a child?"

"Are you certain?" asks Nexxen. She rolls her eyes out of annoyance, and does not answer verbally. She watches as he comes closer to Selel’s body on the table, still in disbelief.

As he holds Selel’s face, bringing their forehead together, she hears her sister’s call, "Sister? Sister hear me, do I carry a child?"

Sighing softly whether from relief or resignation, she casts her mindspeech spell to answer, “Yes my dear Selel. You are with child. Come back to me, to us…”