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• Open • Into the Storm (Lavana)

Postby Sephira » Fri Feb 02, 2018 5:35 pm

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Late Afternoon: 8th of Cylus, Arc 718

The mage sat lazily at a table in the Elements Hall of Almund, the pinging of sleet and balls of hail bounced loudly off the shingled roof up above. The Hall was sturdy but the shingles would be shredded come morning. She had been sent to Almund in preparation for the coming bad weather. The Elements had tried to distribute their people efficiently as the skies grew sour; spreading out their mages especially carefully.

The weather started to grow worse, hail thrumming down on the roof to fill the building with a continuous deafening drumming. Snow was falling outside and Sephira was eternally grateful that she was holed up in the Hall; warm and secure. The mage had spent the last break cleaning and oiling her saber to ensure it would be in good working order in the case she would need Wyvern later that trial. After sheathing the saber she fiddled idly with the leather straps at her wrist that were attached to her spring loaded dagger. The blade gleamed darkly from within her sleeve while she readjusted the tightness of the straps so the weapon wouldn’t accidentally become loose when she reported for duty later that evening.

Suddenly the door to Element’s Hall burst open, a woman clutching two toddlers slid inside, sending a spray of snow across the floor. Their faces were red from the chill and the children’s cheeks were streaked with tears. The woman bore a bloodied cheek that was beginning to bruise. The receptionist leapt up “My dear what happened?” The woman asked while running around the desk to help take one of the toddlers from the young mother. Sephira stood, watching dumbly in mute silence as the woman began sobbing, blubbering out that the hail had damaged their roof along with the other houses of others near the center of town. Her children had started screaming when more sleet and hail began pouring in, further destroying their home and sending them rushing out into the storm for shelter.

Element’s Hall was not far from the city center and they had come here for aid. The receptionist took one of the toddlers and waved the woman back to a nearby lounge where she could clean them up and get them a kettle of tea started.
Sephira hadn’t realized that several of the Assistants had joined them in the lobby at the sound of the woman entering the Hall. As the mother and children were taken away, Murphi, the red haired Flame Assistant turned to the group of off duty soldiers and spoke “Everyone get out there, focus on rescue only! Repairs can come later!” she snapped with a commanding tone. “Protect yourselves and stay safe.” She glanced at the Rupturer for a moment before jogging off to find helmets and bucklers to use as protection from the hail.
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Within a few bits Sephira was shivering in the cold outside, an open-faced steel cap helmet strapped in place under her chin. It wasn’t exactly fashionable but it might keep her alive as the hail continued to assault Almund. The storm was beginning to slow, but the damage had been done. Many rooftops were caved in and several windows were shattered all across town. A few wounded citizen were wandering around as though dazed, fumbling their way through the thick snow as though they didn’t know where they were.

The Elements fanned out, running toward the loudest cries for help and the structures that appeared to be the most damaged. Near the Scalvoris Sapphire Inn were several small cottages with caved in roofs. The mage pushed through the icy wind, ignoring the cold seeping into her bones as she caught the sound of cries from up ahead. A cottage made from the hull of a schooner was completely caved in. The cries of a woman could be heard behind the wall of rubble.

“Anyone there!” Sephira shouted through the bitter wind, realizing that she was the only Element who had taken this particular street. “Hello!?”
A gasping female voice responded. “Here, we’re here!” She sobbed. “My…my husband, he's not moving!”

Sephira could not even get sight of the women to even attempt using her magic to engage in a rescue. She would have to get past enough of the downed roof to get sight of the pocket the victims were trapped in if she was to even have a chance portaling her way in.

“We need help over here!” The mage shouted at the top of her lungs to anyone that could hear while she clambered over a drift of snow and splintered wood to begin pulling vainly at the fallen roof that had trapped the couple. While athletic, Sephira was no powerhouse of muscle; her forte lay in speed in agility, not raw strength. She could not do this alone.
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Into the Storm (Lavana)

Postby Lavana Tharn » Fri Feb 02, 2018 10:54 pm

The storm was wild, and houses were starting to have there roofing strip off from the relentless wind. It was so bad Lavana had begun putting her leather armor on, not because she wanted to save people but because that was everything she owned and she would be damned if she fled her home and have it cave in only to come back and find her mementos pilfered by thieving bastards.

These were hers, even if it was another life ago.

Adorned in impressive high grade leather armor, lavished with the trimings of not an imperial soldier but a commanding officer. It was old very old from a different time but taken care of diligently, it would look out of place if one were to put it up to next generation gear but this outfit commanded respect. Those crests and embroidery were screaming imperial legion, and also an extra emphasis on importance something befitting a noble of the eternal empire. Her dagger, a stilleto style double edged blade with the markings etched on the handle belonging to a general. Heirlooms she had taken when she vowed vengeance when she had recieved word her father died during Valtharns rebellion almost sixty years ago. Her highland claymore of polished bronze was peculiar, most smiths found the metal cumbersome and difficult to work with yet strapped to her back in its sheath looked as if it had been poured into a cast cooled and worked from a solid sword shaped piece the handle glimmered like gold. Her hands drenched in gauntlets made of bronze, heavy with pyramid shaped studs and her bronze sabatons. Black and gold glorious colors on the battlefield, and for all its splendor it was a magnet for bad shit she knew this but just couldnt let go of whom she believed her father it was a part of him and so shed kept and maintained it with love its all she had left.

The roof to her room, was starting to peel back as the flurry of wind disheveled shingles uprooting them and tearing them off in the turbulent storm. Lavana grabbed her medical field kit, and was ready to abscond. Planning her escape route, by feigning to be a superior officer to prevent hinderence of travel shed get a horse from the menagerie and ride and never look back and do what she did best hide in plain sight.

Lavana looked at the stairs as she traveled down them, the building heaving to and fro she was frantic in pace but trying to be ever so disciplined in her steps as terror struck her heart.

Fleeting feelings cooing violence as she remembered this sensation before, when she drove her dagger in a scouts neck trying to take her back to the eternal empire those feelings gripped her in the marrow of her bones. She would not go back, she would not be hanged for cowardice, she would not be fooled with Karems scouts treacherous lies. A princess? Did he think she was stupid? Really he asked her slice his adams apple. She was working herself into a panicked frenzy. She could feel her smile cracking as she let loose a giggle and the giggle slowly grew into a cacaphony of laughter as she came out the door.

Lavana heard a woman call for help which did not fall on deaf ears, the womans words drew Lavana from the abyss as she resurfaced with a choice as she snapped out of hysteria. She heard the call for assistance but her amber eyes fixated on the path out as the storm had subsided.

She turned slowly, to see her struggling. Had the storm subsided? Or were they in they in eye of the storm. So serene, so peaceful she thought. It wasnt time to run, shed have to hide and wait it out and leave after the aftermath.

"Did you see that, my roof just took off. Tell the landlord i want my deposit back."

As she made a joke at the wrong time and place to crack the ice like she was cool and collected when nothing was further from the truth, she started gripping debri and moving it. She wasnt a body builder but she had suitable strength as a novice to start lifting bits and pieces of broken wood stray nails not so much a problem with heavy duty gauntlets. Thick pieces she tried punch and break, rip and twist trying to clear the way. She grabbed her sword and drew it from her sheath, cleaving with steadfast resolve as she struck with vigor to break them and move them.

Go go go, its gonna get ugly again.

As Lavana spoke she just stared at the sky, the magnificent macabre beauty of it all. The chaos the destruction the wonders at her feet as she soaked it in smiling at peace submerged in madness in blackened skies and dark tranquility the line between heroism and lunacy seemed ever so subtle.
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Postby Sephira » Tue Feb 06, 2018 10:38 pm

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Chips of roofing and splinters from beams flew as Sephira toiled at removing the rubble. The mumbled cries and whimpers of a woman could still be heard as she tried to reach the occupants trapped inside.

Suddenly a woman adorned in extravagant armor appeared through the haze of snow fall and approached the rubble. Sephira glanced swiftly at the imposing figure, her eyes alight in a fearful silver hue. The mage briefly regretted calling for help as the stranger proffered an ill-timed joke; perhaps her mind was addled, as it sounded as though her home had been damaged in the storm as well. Sephira’s reservations were dropped the moment the stranger began helping to remove the rubble. She didn’t care who she was or if she had a strange sense of humor; at least she could be counted on.

“Thank you.” The mage said gratefully, meeting the woman’s eyes before turning back to the grueling tasking of digging through the collapsed home.
The flame shaped pin denoting Sephira as a current member of the Flame Troops glinted brightly on the collar of her coat. Although she was not serving in Almund on a Flame Troop case, the pin at least marked her as a member of the Elements. Citizens of Scalvoris would hopefully know at a glance that she was a member of the military, and that she was there to help.

“Ma’am!” Sephira shouted over the wind at the woman trapped inside the dilapidated house. “We are trying to get to you! Stay calm!”


"He isn't waking up."
the woman whimpered in response, obviously more concerned for her husband that her own saftey.

A particularly strong wind buffeted the two rescuers sending shivers rippling down Sephira’s back. There was a real concern that the storm was only pausing for the moment, and the hail would return in due time. The stranger who had started helping her with the rubble voiced the same concern. They had to hurry and assume that the worst was still headed their way.

Sephira tore away at a splintered beam that was blocking what was once the door to the house. The structure of the building was halfway collapsed, so she had to assume the occupants were positioned somewhere near the back of the house. She would need line of sight if she was to try Rupturing inside. Her handling of portals at a distance was still shaky, so it would be far safer if she could see where she was aiming for. If they had the time and suitable shelter she might have tried looking inside the house with a phase portal or attuning to the frequencies of the couple inside, but she didn’t trust her tenuous grasp on her magic in the midst of a freezing storm.

“If I can get line of sight on them, I can get us inside.” The mage said haltingly, as her eyes began to water from the wind and cold. Silently she wondered what the strange woman helping her thought of mages and the idea of diving head long through a rupture in space. She could not ascertain much from the woman, as she was something of an enigma. Her armor was beautifully gilded but almost something one would find in an antique shop. Even her weapon, the brass claymore seemed out of place in this age. Granted Sephira’s own sword Wyvern was a bit antiquated itself, having belonged to her master Elias during his youth. Perhaps she shouldn’t judge solely on appearances.
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Into the Storm (Lavana)

Postby Lavana Tharn » Wed Feb 07, 2018 12:26 pm

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Touching on the subject of mages shed never met one before. But if she did shed probably find them a refreshing twist on normalcy it was a great power that warranted great responsibility. A means to an end but to what end was really the ultimate question. It was just like her bronze claymore, the womans military esq background seemed to have placed a good head on her shoulders she didnt seem the type that would lose it over nothing.

That glimmering flutter of momentary fear in her eyes said everything that words could not. Lavana found a captivating luster in her silvery pools, something precious and sought after. The quality of her wares seemed to eclipse the flame shaped pin, that glinted desperately for her attention but the metal pathetically drab in comparison to the natural beauty of silver a fine plunder something worthy of conquest.

Her line of sight, yes.

Lavana was still working on clearing a path, she understood what was asked of her but didnt know much about elementals and badges or there procedures. As she worked feverishly, clawing helping away at the debris taking a notice to sephira clawing away at the beam.

"Move!" she shouted

Choping and hacking wasnt going to cut it figuratively and litterally speaking. She twisted her sword and gripped the blade with her gauntlet as if to half sword and assailed the door with her pommel, pummeling away at its surface like a hammer. Her strokes were hearty and robust but she hung on as the heft of her gear began to tax her but she kept at it as if to impress and show off, chipping, breaking, crunching at wood as she kept hitting it as if a battering ram assailing a castles gate until finally the skull crusher burrowed a modest hole into the door itself.

Stepping back, to allow this Element soldier to peer through the hole.

"Here you go have a look you peeping tom."

She smiled coyly in a toothy snarky grin as she let her dark sense of humor take control of the moment.

Of course there was a bit of a disconnection with her, there was no frantic panic to save anyone. This calm and stoic body language amidst possible calamitous loss of life seemed like utter bravery. It wasnt disciplined nerves however, it was hardwired into her a singular one track mind something that fringed on madness as everything else fell out of focus.

It hadn't yet dawned on her the woman was a mage, but she was ready to assist her so she could flee this place. The wind was cold and it howled, but she was prepared as cold gusts wisped across her form for just about anything.
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Postby Sephira » Wed Feb 07, 2018 9:35 pm

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Sephira sharply stepped back as the stranger dove forward to begin pummeling the collapsed threshold with the pommel of her claymore. Splinters of wood flying across the pristine snow.

“Please hurry!” screamed the woman’s voice from within the house.

The stranger aiding her stepped back from her handiwork, a large crack now visible between several of the intersecting beams that had fallen. Sephira only quirked a single dark eyebrow at the woman’s odd joke. She didn’t really have time to question her ally’s sanity right at that moment.

“That will work.” The mage affirmed, satisfied with the other woman’s handiwork with the rubble. Stepping forward Sephira knelt down to peer through the crack. The front of the home was heavily damaged but she could see to the back of the house where the dim light of the hearth still burned near the kitchen. A woman in a torn and bloodied brown dress sat cradling her husbands head in her lap. The man was unconscious, with a smear of red fluid marking where hail or rubble had impacted his temple. The kitchen seemed to be the most intact portion of the structure,and thankfully it was where the couple had taken shelter. There were at least a few dozen square feet open that could house a small portal. However, in the back her mind Sephira was concerned she might frighten the survivors to death with a display of magic in a taxing situation like this. Still, it couldn’t be helped, she would try and prepare them as best as she could.

The mage stood, glancing to the armored woman “The woman seems fine, but her husband is out cold. I’ll need help carrying him out.” Sephira bit her lip in apprehension before continuing. “I’m opening a portal, follow me through quickly if you can, I can only hold it open for so long.” The Element gave little thought to whether or not the armored woman was comfortable with traveling through a rupture in space, as it was not something she had the time to worry about.

“I’m coming through, please stay calm!”
The mage shouted sharply through the crack at the couple trapped inside.

Sephira took a deep breath, the shocking cold of the air sharpening her senses. Focusing intently on the space just in front of the rubble and the open area in the kitchen of the ruined home the mage reached out to the silky touch of the ambient ether. Her witchmark ignited, casting a scarlet glow through her eyes that overtook her current eye color. With her right hand Sephira gestured downward with her index and middle finger, drawing them across the empty air as if she was facing a canvas with a paintbrush rather than the crisp wintery air.

A low thrumming boom sounded as crimson star flecked chasing portal opened mere feet in front of Sephira and the armored woman. The portal appeared like a gash in the fabric of space, melting from a deep blackened red at the center with echoes of blue and purple at the edges. Without a second thought the mage stepped through the portal, feeling the cold of the outdoor's suddenly be replaced by the slightly warmer innards of the collapsed house as she emerged on the other side.

As the trills passed, holding the portal open would begin to tax her, so she hoped that the woman who had helped her get this far was going to follow behind her quickly.


Now inside the ruined home Sephira could see where a portion of the roof had collapsed, causing the damage to the front of the structure. The woman clutching at her husband’s unconscious form looked up at the Element in shock at her sudden appearance and of course the rippling surface of the portal behind her.

Sephira held out her hands passively. “It’s alright, it’s alright, please don’t panic.” She pleaded while maintaining a sharp disciplined tone to her words. “I’m with the Elements, we are here to help.” The mage gestured at the Flame Troop pin on her collar.

A muted shriek was caught in the woman’s throat that turned into a pitiful squeak. She stared at Sephira with a volatile mix of fear and worry boiling over in her soft green eyes as she calculated whether or not the mage was a threat.

After a few trills the woman looked down at her husband; streaks of blood matting his straw-colored hair.

“Can you help him?”
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Postby Lavana Tharn » Thu Feb 08, 2018 2:16 pm

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Lavanas focus was more on how the elemental bit her lip in her apprehension in displaying her power to her. And Lavana was extremely enthused about this, shed never met a mage before. There was something about it, that made her mysterious and all together just a little more charming whether appropriate or not for such a disaster.

"I promise if you hold it open for me, ill dive right in."

Lavana couldnt help but openly laugh as she quipped at the elemental as she made her silly looking hand gestures.

Of course her hysteria seemed to fade into astonishment as it boomed and cracked itself into existance like a tear in reality it was impressive to say the least as her mind was trying to comprehend this extraterrestrial phenomena, as this mage had quite litterally parted the universe. Amber eyes were filled with wonder as the red radiated and the purples and blues swirled, it was unnaturally pretty. And as it had formed like some form of blossoming miracle, for once Lavana had nothing dark or whimsical to say.

To the mortal borns credit however, she kept her word and did not resist following the mage into the unknown. And suddenly the cold was warm, as they had passed through the obstacle in this pocket of time space reality that she didnt exactly understand.

Lavana did understand violence and wasnt going to take chances with this frantic green eyed woman. She was quick to put hands around her arms, if she would comply she would be gently escorted if she fought shed be heaved through the portal by force. "Yes but we need to move your in the way, you gotta go." As she got this woman to the portal whether with compliance or force shed dust her hands.

"So hows lumpy looking? His girl probably did a number on him moving his head around like a tart.

Terrible mess this is for you sir, two hot girls just portal into your living room and your already all fucked up."


She smiled, she just couldnt help herself as she tore through her emergency kit, her eyes widening however when she realized she did not have a collapsible field stretcher.

"Here we need to move him together ill lift but i need you to keep his head level" as she motioned over to the elemental Lavana would have to alert her comrade to the seriousness of the situation. "This isnt ideal if we move him around too much it might kill him but im out of options." She opened the kit, revealing hearty looking bandage rolls, pain reliever and tourniquet.

She started walking around forward turning in a straight line over and over again her hand on her temple as she was trying to deliberate a course of action talking to herself like a jabbering nut job. Yes's No's, idle banter as she was trying to squeeze an idea put of her mind. And then it dawned on her.

She grabbed two solid sticks.

"Take this and these bandages and tie them together to this stick and ill work on this side, make sure those knots are good and tight you dont want to lift him up have them come loose, then drop him on his head. Might lose his mind if his head gets split any worse." Lavana laughed to herself as she calmly started tearing through her pack unfolding rolls of bandages and handing them over to the elemental mage so they could start, Lavana would use her dagger to cut excess length to keep working on it.

When the project was nearing completion it was starting to look like a shoddy looking ladder two strong pieces of wood that should be able to hold a man between the many bandages. This wasnt an ideal set up, but if they could manage to get him on it and move him together hed have a better chance at survival.

"Girl, im up here." She motion her hands from her body to her amber eyes to emphasis the point. "You can drink me in all you want when we get out of this mess, but we need to move this guy in a coordinated effort onto this make shift stretcher.

We mess this up now, you can have the privilege of dealing with his banshee of a wife. And Ive no doubt she will send you to him if we fail. "
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Postby Sephira » Mon Feb 12, 2018 2:43 pm

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The mage was rather pleased that her comrade had not been startled by the presence of magic. Her late master had often cautioned against letting anyone know what she was. Perhaps in his younger years he had lived in a place with far less tolerance than Scalvoris. Here it seemed, people were made of sterner stuff.

Sephira stayed focused on keeping the portal open as Lavana emerged into the warm innards of the damaged home. Thankfully her associate was quick to get the distressed woman out of their way. The green eyed woman struggled weakly before being tipped through the portal like an unwanted bag of trash. She would safely thump into the snow outside and hopefully find shelter.

The rupturer breathed uneasily while closing the portal with a flutter of her fingers. The draw of ether seemed to slow to a trickle before vanishing entirely. She visibly relaxed. It had not taken a terrible toll to hold it open for little over a minute and she would have the energy to open a second one when they made their exit later.

When the armored woman mentioned that the man’s head had probably been shifted around by his wife in an effort to help him, Sephira nodded in agreement. “I don’t know much about medicine, but you are probably right.” She remarked somberly.

The mage knelt down next to the man while her comrade finally cracked a joke that she chuckled lightly at. In the pause while Lavana dug through her first aid kit Sephira glanced at her briefly before looking for a piece of cloth to wipe the blood off his temple.

“Who are you, if you don’t mind me asking? Was in a rush earlier and didn’t think to ask.” Leaning toward the brunette grabbed a fairly clean kitchen towel laying on the stone floor and began dabbing at the blood around the small wound on his head to clean him up a bit. She could see now that she was up close that he was still breathing.

“Sephira by the way” She added curtly while gesturing toward herself.

After introductions were made and her friend had a slight mental fit over what to do, Lavana began instructing her that they would need to get their patient ready for exiting the ruins of his home. At the warrior’s instructions they located two fairly solid pieces of wood, one having been a sturdy broom stick and the other a piece of bracing from the rafters. Sephira stayed silent as they worked, using the fresh roll of bandages as the fabric that would support the man’s body. It was not the world’s finest stretcher, but it would do.

The mage took a moment to use a scrap piece of bandage from their stretcher to bind the wound on the unconscious man’s head. She was no medic, so it was roughly done but it at least put a bit of pressure on the swollen flesh and would hopefully staunch what little bleeding there was.

Standing she looked in Lavana’s direction, wordlessly trying to retrace the route to Elements Hall in her mind. There was no Order of Adunih outpost in this town, so they would have to make do. She was shaken from her inner dialogue when Lavana shot off another of her typical half crazed jokes. Who was this woman? Half the things she said were a few miles shy of sanity.

“I am aware of the consequences.” She said through slightly gritted teeth. Her temper was slowly eating away at her patience. This situation was life and death and the warrior made light of it from time to time. Perhaps that was how she coped with difficult situations. However it still got on the rupturer’s nerves. “Just let me know when to open the way out, we need to get him to the Elements's Hall as soon as possible.”
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Postby Lavana Tharn » Wed Feb 14, 2018 5:26 pm

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Lavana seemed to be trying to mimick the motions earlier when the mage had created the portal, she swirled her fingers with grace elegance and poise ready to split the universe open so she could portal them out or so she thought. She was keen to eye those intricate hand movements thinking them to be the true source of her power.

Regardless they were moving at a steady pace as they were building a make shift stretcher. "My names Alvana Thorn but you can call me Alva" she smiled as Sephira gave her name in response. She didnt really trust other soldiers she was just trying to blend in.

Sure she cracked jokes, but there always seemed to be a kernal of truth to what she had to say. Some times you had to look death in the face to realize what a joke he was, thats how you push forward with momentum. You face death prepared to die, stare him down smiling and laughing having a good time to make him bitch out and as he averts his gaze in that game of chicken shit you know youve won. Its a big fuck you, he loses his power and has no control over you. Lavanas path of madness was clear as day in her minds eye, if there a joke they cannot control you with fear in your heart and should they pierce your dark humour meet them with blind rage pure and cold as virgin snow.

It wasnt in her nature to care if Sephira was annoyed with her antics, she got her point across and maintained an eerie cool calm. Without her, shed still be clawing at debris trying to open the door. No, Lavana assailed it like a castle wall breeched the perimeter and ransacked it like a conqueror. But thats alright, shed do the impossible for the ungrateful.

As they moved the man onto the make shift stretcher in a fluid movement, she stretched her hand out at the portal wizard Sephira.

"Keep calm ill handle this !"

She repeated the hand motions as her hand swayed to the left up and down and circles she kept the pattern moving amd flowing with rythm as she stuck her tongue out as if trying to savor success as focused and intensely concentrated, emptying her mind, she could feel it. Yes the power

Then

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"Yes Yes, Its Coming"

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Nothing

She looked at Sephira baffled and confused, she copied the gesture perfectly. Why hadnt such a thing worked for her? Was something wrong with the delivery? She raised a quizzical brow in disbelief, she knew she copied those gestures. There was no knowledge of the spark, she hadnt a clue how domains worked.

"Guess I suck as a mage, you can do it Sephira!"

She stepped back and curtly bowed in defeat.

Lavana got ready to lift the man with the elements mage, she would hold the front end of the make shift stretcher waiting for Sephira to open a new portal and lift him from the back.

"Do you know where that is?"

Lavana asked, because she didnt know
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Postby Sephira » Thu Feb 15, 2018 9:45 am

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Once the unconscious man was safely loaded onto the makeshift stretcher Sephira began preparing to open the portal for their departure. However, before she could reach for the nearest pool of ether her ally Alvana suddenly interrupted her to begin gesturing with her hands like the mage had done earlier. A single dark eyebrow arched quizzically while Sephira crossed her arms in amusement at the armored woman. The woman was either well suited as a comic or she was completely insane. Perhaps it was a bit of both. There was a bit more to Rupturing that just waving your hands about at the empty air. Not to mention that initiation was required to gain the prerequisite spark. Still, it was enough to bring a twitch of a smile to Sephira’s lips.

The mage watched in silence with an amused expression as Alva struggled at generating magic. Finally the woman’s attempts ended and she conceded that Sephira should stick to the rupturing.

"I think you nearly had it." the mage joked dryly.

Sephira walked toward where her previous portal had been open and focused on the memory of the area just outside the collapse home. The way the snow looked and the splintered beam her comrade had cracked open. Preparing to cast she felt her spark’s eagerness to draw in ether and ignite a portal. Stretching her right hand out before her she felt the ether spinning its way around her fingertips like spider’s silk; waiting to become something more. With her mind focused on the memory of her destination, Sephira made a similar motion to before, drawing her index and middle fingers down at an angle; crimson light ripping with indigo at the edges bubbled into existence as her hand marked the size of the portal. A deep thrumming boom shook the ruined home as the magic ignited and the portal opened. If one looked closely, the muted reflection of stars and nebulas could be seen in the rippling depths of the gash-like portal. The mage helped Alvana heave up the stretcher and nodded for them to proceed.

“Yes, Element's Hall isn’t far."


Outside the two would emerge into the frigid cold again where the wife of the wounded man would be worriedly pacing in the snow.
“Oh you’ve got him, I was so worried!” she exclaimed as she approached the stretcher.

“We’re taking him to the Hall; you can come with us or go find shelter.”
Sephira said calmly with a sharp edge to her voice. She didn’t have time to deal with a civilian slowing down their progress.

“I’m coming with him!” The woman said shrilly, her green eyes flashing hysterically. It was obvious to the Element that the woman was just on the edge of losing control and falling apart.

“Just stay calm, and keep back. We’ll get him the help he needs.”


With that they set off toward the Element's Hall The building was only one street over and a few blocks away. However the storm was beginning to pick up again as snow had resumed falling. They all needed to get to shelter as soon as possible.
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Into the Storm (Lavana)

Postby Lavana Tharn » Fri Feb 16, 2018 3:52 pm

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Its true after such boisterous saber rattling she was confused and embarrassed Kura clearly said she had magic so this incident was a moment of uncertainty for her but she had been reassured that she was close very close though so maybe shed have to practice this a bit.

So it was interesting as Lavana pondered to her self watching again the same instruction, drinking it all in anticipation trying to absorb the knowledge so that she could bend time and space to her will on her own to become a hitchhiker of the cosmos strange and fantastic ideas flooded her thoughts. She couldnt help but be a little jealous as the mage had made the action seem almost whimsical and easy like second nature.

Once again another portal had broken free into the space, and Lavana was quick to move freely through it. It was strange as the space within looked like stars and nebulas and clusters of galaxies, they were mesmerizing but she had a task as she shook her head.

She lifted with her legs from a squat, putting the strain on her quads and calfs rather then her lower back. As she hoisted the man and began moving backwards as she focused on stepping backwards while bearing a heavy load.

The green eyed woman seemed to be in a fit as she wanted to stay. The more they moved the greater the risk of injury, and they were moving at a terribly slow pace Lavana had a solution as the storm was starting up again as the eye was passing.

"Do you think, you can get to the Elements safely?" His wife could run and get help faster then the two of them moving at the pace they were at, and the elements members could be prepared the to help the man with the necessary necessities for surviving a head trauma before there arrival. "If you can get there, tell them an imperial soldier and an element are on there way with a man thats sufferes head trauma." She figured it would be better to have his wife move ahead and get preperations set. The tactic would save time and steps before there arrival, thats how youd use resources in combat. It was the womans choice to leave and be of service, or cling and grovel.

"Do this, and it may be the difference between life and death." Lavana nodded at sephira as she continued to follow her lead as she continued to hold the man as her clasp around the stretcher bars were white knuckle.

"Sephira, how you fairing with the weight? Do we need to rest a moment or are we gonna keep going?" Lavana wanted to know how her mage friend was coping with the weight as the covered ground slowly but surely. Lavana was trying to keep the bars balanced with hand eye coordination with her movements to not shake the injured man.
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