< Dead Village | Rising Dark Logs
The first thing Luka feels as he regains conciousness is a sense of wellness, of wholeness. The second thing is the feeling of pressure, pushing on all his vital points, though not an unwelcome one. The third thing he feels is a slight breeze blowing across his skin. Finally, as he becomes more aware of his surroundings, he can feel there is someone in the room with him...
Luka sits upright suddenly, "Motherfucker!"
Emerald Falcon "Easy now, easy. Lie back down, so that I can take those needles out, before they damage you, or you damage them."
Luka "What the...? Ow... Shit," he looks around at his surroundings, "Why am I not dead?"
Emerald Falcon "Because your companions pulled you from the 'fire' that left you with a not-that-good-looking face. Now, please, lie down so I can take the needles from you."
Luka suddenly feels the needles and, trying not to wince, lies back down slowly.
Emerald Falcon "Thank you." Emerald Falcon leans over, swiftly but carefully pulling the needles from the various chakra points around Luka's body, dabbing at the places where Luka's movement has make them shift and thus make him bleed.
Luka relaxes slightly, feeling his body surging with energy as the memories of the fight run through his mind, replaying the encounter trying to remember what he did wrong. When Falcon is done he sighs, slightly, "My thanks to you, also."
Emerald Falcon "Don't worry about it Luka," says the darkhaired man with a smile, picking up the needles and starting to wash them in a bowl of steaming water.
Luka looks around, "Don't take this the wrong way... but who are you and where am I?"
Emerald Falcon "I am Emerald Falcon. You're lieing in a wagon of the Three Owls Caravan, about ten miles from where you last remember being, assuming your companions didn't lie about where they came from."
Luka "Oh. They lied, you say?" he half-grins, "Probably badly."
Emerald Falcon gives a small shrug, and finishes washing the needles, starting to slip them into a length of leather. "I'm not sure. The were ...hm... economical with the truth on a few occasions though."
Luka "Not surpris... hey!" Luka sits up again, puzzled, "How did you heal me so quickly? I mean, I heal fast thes... fast, but not that fast."
Emerald Falcon "I suffer from the same ...ah... afliction as you do." He rolls up his sleave to reveal a bracer of gleaming gold, then rolls it back.
Luka "Oh. Good." Luka hunts around for his hat; it had fallen off while he was unconscious and puts it back on. "How are the others? I didn't see much of the... Empress-be-damned, of the attack."
Emerald Falcon "They are ... about." He smiles. "They all seemed well. If any of them were injured in the fight, they had healed by the time I found them."
Luka "Good. I hope the townspeople got out alright. It wasn't their fault."
Emerald Falcon "They didn't mention them, but I get the impression they left in some hurry."
Luka "That is understandable. When a half-dozen Dragon-Blooded turn up looking for a fight most people try to leave in a hurry."
Emerald Falcon nods to that, and finishes putting his needles away
Luka gets to his feet, pulling his shirt closed. "Thank you for your skills. I am in your debt."
Emerald Falcon "I am sure you will get a chance to repay me." He says with a smile. "I think I might travel with you when your companions leave the Caravan. It seems slightly safer with the Hunt and the dead abroad."
Luka "The Dead? Here?" Luka shudders suddenly.
Emerald Falcon "The town your companions were hiding in ... it was mostly deserted, thanks to the dead. Why do the dead concern you so?"
Luka "I had an... encounter, not long before I had to leave Nexus. In one of the older graveyards. She... it unsettled me."
Emerald Falcon "Ah." He nods. "Well, this was 'just' hungry ghosts ... nothing more. The caravan has ensured proper rites for all those we could find."
Luka "Good. If the dead are unsettled it causes problems for the living," he looks grim and then shrugs.
Emerald Falcon nods. "That it does."
Stryck Wiki