<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=45980.msg2207718#msg2207718">Quote from: Faeylin on 06-09-2009, 21:08:04</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><div class="floatleft">(http://img195.imageshack.us/img195/4926/nishkahead.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Action:</strong> Nishka helps Firesong as much as she can, but doesn't use any more than her retinue of 1st level spells to heal the wounded. After that, she turns to leave from the tent.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>"Tea...cycle,"</strong> the girl murmured, completely lost. <strong>"I, umm,"</strong> and here Nishka grimaced. <strong>"I don't really know all that much about what I'm doing here. I better...get out of the way, maybe?"</strong> The young woman seemed vastly out of place beside Firesong, amongst all the wounded. Her dress was fine and rich-looking, and hardly suited to the work ahead of her.<br/><br/>She listened to Firesong speak, and her thoughts turned back to Henry, the man she'd seen disemboweled only hours earlier. She hadn't saved him, and she doubted that she could do much for these poor souls either. Now that she was back in Barovia, she could hardly afford to weaken herself by using up all of her magic...and the blood; Nishka just new that being near so much blood was a bad idea. It had a way of attracting predators.<br/><br/><strong>"I'm sorry,"</strong> she murmured again. <strong>"It was very nice to meet you, Miss Firesong. I need to go, though."</strong> There was tear in her eye as she turned to leave, and her heart was laden with many, complex emotions. Fear, frustration, humbleness at not being able, or perhaps just not willing, to do more for the wounded in the tent.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>The platinum blond gave her a sincere smile.  "Good night, thank you for your help, and be sure to wash up before you sleep."<br/><br/><em>Sights like this never get any easier, but we do get stronger.</em><br/><br/>Golden eyes closed.  Her herbs were nigh exhausted, it was time for the real work to begin.  Her lovely face glowed as if lit by a candle from below, and as she moved through the patients again, reaching for fresh bandages and more herbs, working towards the worse wounded, she would occasionaly gasp at the ugly bruises that momentarily appeared on her body, then faded.  When she did this, though, the dying lived, and the maimed were restored.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=45980.msg2208266#msg2208266">Quote from: Idej on 07-09-2009, 00:19:45</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">FIRESONG<br/><br/>After an hour or so many of the wounded were so patched up that the Vistani healers bid you a farewell as they had everything covered.  They give Firesong 100 gold for her services.  Though she feels quite drained from all of the healing.  The Vistani women who greeted you in the tent walks forwards to you;<br/><br/><strong>"Thanks for the help,"</strong> she says, <strong>"Your help saved many lives today."</strong><br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Firesong's smile was tight with fatigue, though her body shone from fresh washing and her gold was packed with the rest of her equipment.  "It was my pleasure," she caught the Vistani woman's hand as if in a friendly gesture, though there was a request for support in her body languege.  "Might I trouble you for some hot food and a place to relax and take my mind off of things?  It is too soon for me to sleep, but along with the work I did in body, I worked my power to a low ebb and healing like that is...  Very fatiguing.  Even with the combination of techniques I use, my body bears the wound i am healing for some moments."