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Dhissir // In which Gracen takes on one too many and Dhissir takes on a patient.
(This is a thread from Mizahar's fantasy role playing forums. Why don't you register today? This message is not shown when you are logged in. Come roleplay with us, it's fun!)by Gracen on April 14th, 2012, 3:49 am
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by Dhissir on April 14th, 2012, 4:51 am
Dhissir moved better when he was in Dhani form. Senses pricked into a sharpness humans did not experience, the movement of his tail across the ground was natural in a way that his legs would never really match. But even with all his senses attuned to his surroundings he did not see the bloodied man hurl himself into Dhissir's back. The full weight of the man hit him in the lower back and he hissed as hie was flung forward into the sand. He coiled himself and sprung to full height, which was not much on account of him being a Viper, but was still a bit taller than a man. The culprit lay on the ground with a sword in hand and dark, almost bright blood running down his neck and into his shoulder. He muttered something in common about a healer. Dhissir was not fluent in the language, but he knew that word. Just as Dhissir was about to help the unfortunate man to his feet, he caught sight of two newcomers slink their way out of the same alleyway, knives in hand and murderous grimaces about their hard faces. Dhissir felt his heart beat faster. He had never been in a real fight, least of all with people who made a professional existence out of it. But lucky for him, his fear did not show on his scaled, reptilian face. He swayed back and forth, waving his tail menacingly and hissing at the two men. They brought their daggers. Well then he'd bring his venomous fangs and they could both see who came out on top of that fight. But the two simply smiled and glanced down at the wounded man. They disappeared back into the shadows, sheathing their blades. That, Dhissir thought, was not how that should have worked. He glanced down suspiciously at the wounded man. He was now sitting up and muttering in common again, hand to his wound. Dhissir began to get a sinking feeling in his stomach as he looked at the wound. He leaned forward and pulled the man's wrist from his neck, revealing the wound. He was releaved that the cut had missed the man's femoral but noticed a peculiar smell, almost like a freshly brewed cup of coffee. His tongue flickered in and out of his long mouth. "Poison! You have the Dark Tongue in your veins!" He hissed to the stranger, but of course the man could not understand him. He pointed to the man's wound, then his own fangs. Then he shook his reptilian head in a distinctly human way. The scene would have almost been comical if not for the dire situation at hand. He rummaged in his bag for a moment and found a tourniquet. He quickly dropped it back into the bag in search of a more mundane bandage. A tourniquet on a neck wound would leave the man strangled. He found a ratty bandage and began to wrap the wound gently, a white band from neck to opposing armpit. The wound was shallow and not meant to kill, but to leave the man weak and unbalanced. They meant to wait until the poison had taken it's course and come slay this poor fellow when he lay dazed on the ground. He would need to find an antidote before the effects of the poison got worse and the thugs came back. More than likely they simply waited in hiding for the man to become too weak to fight back. Dhissir slid the bloodied man onto his back, helping him to interlock his hands around the Dhani's shoulders. He hissed in disgust as the man's blood smeared his shoulder-blade. The street was nearly empty and those in it were very skilled at not noticing the pair as Dhissir slid smoothly along the sandy way. He concentrated on the joints and nerve-endings of his tail, pouring djed into it. It took him a few tried since he had never done it with so much outside stimuli to mar his focus. But eventually he was able to maintain the pathway in his tail and speed his already rapid movement down the road. He wove through crowds and vendors with the man on his back as if he was the only thing moving. The Flux made him quicker, but it was his nature as a Viper to be the quickest. He just hoped those thugs did not have any friends between them and the apothecary he meant to go to. |
by Gracen on April 14th, 2012, 6:39 am
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by Dhissir on April 14th, 2012, 7:56 am
The man seemed to be holding up relatively well against the lethargic effects of the poison. His resilience may be enough to overcome the poison a bit early on his own, but never before those thugs find them. And Dhissir had been thrust into the middle of whatever conflict it was. He had a sinking feeling he was on there loosing side. He could smell the overwhelming stench of the man's lifeblood on his tongue, he would have to change the bandage and perhaps clean the wound. Broad roadways and orderly shops turned into winding back alleys and crumbling buildings with faded signs. This was clearly the shabbier side of town, but this was the place if you wanted a quiet, quick business transaction with relatively few questions asked. And this was were the apothecary maintained his shambled shop. The place was situated on a street corner where the front of the shop overlooked a crowded area infested with street urchins and pickpockets. The north side was embedded in a shady alley full of vendors of dubious legality. He was forever fearful that the thugs chasing his passenger may have friends down this way, but Dour Durv was the only friend he had who might be able to help. He had met Durv when looking for cheap ingredients for his studies in medicine, and in exchange had occasionally given her some of his venom. The Eypharian could handle herself, but he was worried about where he loyalties would stand once she figured out he had someone on his trail. Upon entering the shop, Dhissir slid the man off his back to stand weakly against a shelf full of assorted desert plants. He knew the man could not understand him but pointed two tanned fingers at the man's eyes and then out the door. He'd have to be an idiot not to understand that. Dhissir groaned inwardly as he saw the tall, leanly beautiful form of Durv fuming towards him. "What the hell have you brought me now, Dhissir!" she squawked vehemently. He would have to pull out all the stops to convince her to help the man. "Injured, needs anti venom on the wound in his neck. You only one I think of." Dhissir said in broken, heavily accented common. |
by Gracen on April 15th, 2012, 6:13 am
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by Dhissir on April 16th, 2012, 11:13 am
The human did not look well. He was pale and leaning dangerously far. Dhissir was worried that the thugs would gain enough courage to attack again before the swordsman was cured. Dhissir knew he couldn't take more than a few by himself, if that. He tried not to panic as he forced himself to explain to Durv the situation. Arumenic came haltingly at best in his Dhani form. He groaned inwardly as Durv became red with indignation. "You come in my shop with some human! Dragging trouble you can't handle, no doubt! I'll cut out your snake heart, Dhissir, if you bring harm to my shop." She gestured madly with her four arms, waving them like fleshy scimitars at the worrisome Dhani. He was afraid she would kill him before anyone else had the chance. Pulling his kilt self-consciously from his bag, he thought it was time to shift into human form. He began to feel his bones and muscles slide into a new order. His rough scaled face began to have a more refined sense of touch and his eyesight blurred. He shook his head slowly as his neck became stiff and lost it's flexibility. A prickling on his scalp told him his jet black hair began to grow, one of the last phases of his transformation. The entire grisly process took no more than half a minute, but it always felt like ten. He blushed and hurriedly wrapped the kilt about his waist. He glanced up at Durv, the full detail of her indignant rage finally clear to see. He was definitely out of his element here. "Durv! He's been poisoned. I brought him- brought him here to get the antidote. Please, there are men who want him dead." He stuttered quickly in Arumenic. His own mention of the killers that lurked somewhere outside made him glance out the smoky glass window facing the alley. Surely they hadn't seen where he took the human. "Men want him dead and you brought him here?! Here, to my shop and involved me!" Durv threw her hands up and bared beautifully white teeth at the small Dhani. Dhissir began to retreat a few steps. Finding some measure of bold logic he pointed at the human. "He's the only one here who's a professional swordsman, Durv. If anyone can get us out of this it's him. You were on our side the moment I came in the shop..." He finished in a frightened hush as her livid gaze tore his courage apart. Anxiety was eating him. His martial practice was never like this, always calm and orderly. Motions and emotions always focused internally on himself. Now it seemed like the whole world was baring down on him with it's hostile fangs showing. And the only one with him was a limp-limbed swordsman barely able to stand. Durv halted mid sentence. She stared at him a moment, the flare of anger slipping out of her eyes. Apprehensively she walked to the window and peered out. "What is the poison?" She muttered grudgingly in common. Her words brought with them a wash of relief and a staunch hope to stand against the hopelessness of their situation. "Dark Tongue, a serpent's venom distilled to a deadly extent-" He began in a quick, helpful air as if reciting some knowledge for his old master, the Doctor. "I know what it is, thank you! A relatively moderate anti venom should do the trick." She spat vehemently at Dhissir, glowering over at the human a moment before her stare softened slightly. "I should have something..." As she turned to shuffle through her shelves Dhissir walked over to check on the human. |
by Gracen on April 25th, 2012, 4:11 am
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