<strong>Reliyian Isilivanthar – Slowly Recovering</strong><br/><br/>To say Reliyian was relieved to see Eshalu would be a great understatement, “By Father Mountain I thought I might not make another step. Thank you.” She was aware of the sacrifice Eshalu was making, the wood elf’s leg reddened and marked. Reliyian was breathing rapidly, trying to mindful she did not place her full weight against her friend. Leaned as close as she was Eshalu could also sense the languid sounds of Reliyian, not labored but listless. “It… it took me,” she started as they made their way towards the wide flat rock, “A creature much like the one I describe the night before that wandered through our camp to feed on the corpses. It fed on me… literally. It absorbed the magic inside me, weakening me to its hunger by…” Reliyian sort of looked away and peeled a moist strip that was still clinging to her shoulder from her skin, “Forcing itself upon me.”<br/><br/>Collapsing on the rock, falling to her knees as they bent inward and her hands flat just in front of them. She meekly looked at Eshalu as she listened to her words and nodded, “Yes.” And then managed a weak smile, “I…” she looked down again at herself, “I must bathe, cleanse myself of its lust.” Then she strangely looked complaisant for a moment as she extended her satchel towards Eshalu, “Here. I found many herbs, roots and leaves, which might help with your leg.” Reliyian placed it on the rock in front of Eshalu. Her orb in the pouch looked dull and grey. Reliyian slipped out of the remains of the dress, her meticulous nature still present as she took the time to place the pieces flat and arranged as best they could be fit together as a whole. Carefully undoing the clips on her braids and letting down her hair completely, she slipped off her shoes and hopped gently off the rock into the flowing river.<br/><br/>In Reliyian’s state she could feel the coolness of the water but it was quite refreshing, a brief flash of home in an icy spring on the mountainside. She completely submerged herself and then slowly rose up out of the water. Her golden hair spread out and ran like strands of pure gold with the flowing of the river. Emerging the locks gathered up around her body, Reliyian arched back, waist deep, her incredibly well shaped body now partially cleaned of the monster’s fluids. She grabbed her hair and pulled it back, partially wringing it out as she began to scrub herself.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Description and Picture(s)</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="floatright">(http://i986.photobucket.com/albums/ae348/Stef82K/Private/Reliyian/reliyian_dress_zps984739ed.jpg)</div>Description: Her hair is fine like silk, pale as the winter sun and highlighted with streaks of lavender dye made from crushed berries. Her eyes beautiful, pearlescent orbs of pale sage are set against her light skin that when the light strikes her has a feint golden glow dotted by freckles from her face to her shoulders.  She smiles, you think, the expression is too faint to be sure. Even her mouth seems to shimmer with a soft glossy pink. Her ears are long, ending in perfect points. Reliyian wears a blue strapless dress held up by her impressive figure and by crisscrossed silver thread across an open back, wide enough to reveal most of it in a V-shape to the slight curve at the base of her spine. Long detached sleeves ended in golden lace that was also embroidered throughout the dress. Her skirt ending just above her ankles below which you see her golden lace low heeled sandals, it has a slight up the left side exposing much of her supple leg to where you can just make out the curve of her hip.<br/><br/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong><span class="bbc_u">Stats</span></strong></td><td></td><td><strong><span class="bbc_u">Consequences</span></strong></td></tr><tr><td>Refresh: 2</td><td></td><td>Mild: Humped </td></tr><tr><td>Fate Points: 4</td><td></td><td>Moderate: - </td></tr><tr><td>Physical Stress (Physique) </td><td>[X] [X] </td><td>Severe: Drained of her Magic</td></tr><tr><td>Mental Stress (Will) </td><td>[1] [2] [3] </td><td></td></tr></tbody></table> </div></div>