<div style="text-align: center"><i><span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'"><span style="font-size: 18px"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">Ian, the Teacher</span></span></span></i>​</div><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">Ian watched as the Shaman collapsed to it's knees, and then to it's face. Dead. Looking over he saw it was the goblin. Mue, who had saved Astrea's life. He couldn't help but find it ironic. But more than that he was happy the young noble wasn't to die here. Astrea was now curled up in the fetal position, babbling and crying hysterically. <br/>
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Looking to the Mue again, he watched as the goblin almost fainted to heat exhaustion, but between her own will and Annie's help, she was able to keep going. </span><br/><br/>Thankfully Annie was also able to drag Astrea to safety by the carts. As the noble was insensate. Curled up in the fetal position.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">Crisis averted, he refocused on Mystera. And was happy to see color coming back to her face.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 102, 255)"> "She shall live. For she is me, and I am her."</span><br/><br/>Ian looked to the specter, and wasn't as confident. He was taking the time to make sure Mystera was stable anyways. It was all he was good for now as it seemed. He could barely bring himself to stand as overheated as he was now. That aside, he could finally see this entity clearly. It's a young woman. With very similar countenance to Mystera. Perhaps a sibling. Ian could only wonder at their relationship. But there was no time to question her. He continued busying his hands as much as he could. Jasmine was visibly disturbed by the wraith's presence and powers, but did her best to help as well.<br/><br/>As he worked someone approached his side. Valentine had appeared. Looking over he felt the boy trying to revert his fatigue. An advanced form of Memory that Ian was sure was outside of the boy's ability. Even still, perhaps it was desperation but Ian was surprised that it was working. He could feel it returning a bit of his strength. About a quarter of his strength. But the delirious look on Valentine's face was concerning.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)"><i>Damn kid doesn't know his own limits Though why would he? </i></span>Despite the fierce look on Val's face. And his resolve. Ian couldn't let him go any further, the boy was beyond himself now.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">"Valentine it's okay-."</span>Ian started sadly.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(235, 107, 86)">"You did great kid, let me take over from here." </span>Dayyan had arrived as well. Which meant the last of the monsters had been dispatched. They were safe as long as another wave didn't sweep in. Ian watched Dayyan place a gentle hand on Valentine's shoulder.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(235, 107, 86)">"See to the rest of your friends, and regroup."</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">"Wait Dayyan i need to see to his wounds-" </span>But Val had taken the orders, and was getting up to leave.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(235, 107, 86)">"Tell me we can save her if I give you whatever magic I got left? I still got some juice left in the tank."</span>Ian smiled mirthfully at his Intern and friend. He was never this animated. These kids had really warmed his heart. Then he watched him address the ghost woman.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(235, 107, 86)">"Thank you for your help, help us help her please, you've done enough. Let her recuperate her energy."</span><br/><br/>The wraith said nothing but stood and disappeared. Before Ian could use his Enhanced sight to see if she was still there, Mystera awoke.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(153, 0, 204)">"Wh.. what..." </span>Mystera sat up. But swiftly fell over right into Dayyan's side. He watched her glance over the area in horror. And Ian couldn't help but feel the same. They weren't even safe yet. The fog was still present even now. Hanging over them as drapes to a windowsill.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">"Lie down Mystera. You took an arrow to the side, best to not aggravate-"</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(128, 128, 128)">"Professor-" </span>Valentine yelped as he collapsed.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">"Huh? Valentine! Damn it." </span>Ian was instantly on his feet and scooped the young man into his arms. Taking the last of the Ninefareroot powder, Ian forced Val to ingest it. He then removed some of his clothes, and started working on Val's back and Core.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 102, 255)">"P... Professor! M... Mr... Mr. Dayyan!"</span>Annie called out.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">"What is it Annie? We're here." </span>Ian looked around for any signs of another attack. But none was forthcoming for now.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">"Jasmine i need you to. ." </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(255, 255, 255)">Ian looked around.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)"> "Fuck there's so much to do."</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(44, 130, 201)">"Whatever you need Sir, i can still move." </span>Jasmine had probably come out the healthiest of the group.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(250, 197, 28)">"Do a medical exam on Annie, Astrea, and Mue. Make sure their not dying. Adrenaline can make the body ignore all kinds of injury and pain. If they're hurt bring them to me. We'll have to move camp as well."</span><br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(44, 130, 201)">"Understood." </span>Jasmine went and did small exams on the few mentioned, and found Mue to be in a state of concern. Overheating severely. Ian applied cooling balms on the worst of them. Which was almost everyone. Except Astrea, Jasmine, and Annie. Mystera and Valentine needed more poultice for injury and infection as well. And Astrea needed a strong sedative for mental health. She was still curled up and wasn't responding to anyone. The medication put her to sleep instantly. Dayyan's arm was fractured in the fighting, and Ian did his best for that as well. A tight wrapping and pain medication, as well as a quickly made recovery potion. It would be almost a week before Dayyan's arm is back in full condition. Ian took a pill to regenerate his Mana faster, and gave one to Dayyan as well. They hadn't brough a large amount of medical supplies. Not thinking it was necessary. And with the meager work he'd done. It was nearly all used up.<br/><br/>Yawning deep and heavy. Ian ordered everyone who was severely injured to rest in the carts. Which was Valentine, Mystera, Mue, and Astrea. Any one able bodied was to help move bodies, and secure their surroundings. Which was Ian, Dayyan, Annie, and Jasmine. After the bodies were cleared up, and they were sure they weren't in any immediate danger of another attack. The group was to board the carts and continue along the path. In Ian's eyes this campsite isn't safe to stay at, and the further they are from<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(153, 0, 204)">Godrick's </span>the better.<br/><br/>The sick and injured were to sleep in the back. And the four able, were to take shifts leading the carts. Ian didn't want to sleep first but he was exhausted, and was feeling his age now. Especially after not getting any rest earlier. He had to ask Dayyan and Annie to take the first shift. Jasmine and himself would take the next.<br/><br/>As they rode slowly away from the battlefield. Ian looked over their group of eight. They'd embarked with ten. But were reduced by a fifth. Two of his students were critically injured, and would need better medical attention soon. Another five of the group were suffering from Magical Heat overexertion. And who knew how many were suffering from intense mental strain.<br/><br/>As Ian faded to sleep, he couldn't help but shed a few tears for their group and their few fallen. Idonas and Albert. He hid his tears well with his arm. As he rested in the corner of his cart.