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Killing Spree · 05-11-2002, 07:31 PM

Cyrus Nightblade
~Cyrus looked helplessly at the woman, collecting her shuddering form up in his arms, not daring to look at his distraught friend. He blinked.~ "There's no time to run Aragorn. She'll die before we get back." ~Cyrus took a deep breath.~ "I'll heal her. I'll take her wounds as my own." ~The scythe on his cheek glowed. He shook his head to any protest his friend made.~ "There's no other way."

~Cyrus then lay Fantine down gently on the ground, taking another deep breath. He chanted in elvish until the red scythe glowed vibrantly.~ "Gurth tumbalemorna, nay! Gurth gwaith n' tumbalemorna, nay! Ny Celebring anna Sehanine, anna gwaith, anna atar!Melyanna hoth sereg Ny wen!" ~Closing his eyes to avoid the bright light on his face, he lay his cheek to Fantine's motionless face. You watched in awe as Fantine's wounds dissapeared, and Cyrus' flesh rotted and bruised to your cousin's previous likeness. At last Fantine was fully healed, sitting up and looking around dazedly. Cyrus coughed and clutched his side, staggering to his feet and backward. He grinned at you re-assuringly and said hoarsely.~ "Now who needs a cleric?"

[ 05-11-2002, 07:32 PM: Message edited by: Killing Spree ]

05-11-2002, 07:31 PM	#30
Killing Spree Mephistopheles Join Date: July 11, 2001 Location: The Ashes Age: 37 Posts: 1,427	Cyrus Nightblade ~Cyrus looked helplessly at the woman, collecting her shuddering form up in his arms, not daring to look at his distraught friend. He blinked.~ "There's no time to run Aragorn. She'll die before we get back." ~Cyrus took a deep breath.~ "I'll heal her. I'll take her wounds as my own." ~The scythe on his cheek glowed. He shook his head to any protest his friend made.~ "There's no other way." ~Cyrus then lay Fantine down gently on the ground, taking another deep breath. He chanted in elvish until the red scythe glowed vibrantly.~ "Gurth tumbalemorna, nay! Gurth gwaith n' tumbalemorna, nay! Ny Celebring anna Sehanine, anna gwaith, anna atar!Melyanna hoth sereg Ny wen!" ~Closing his eyes to avoid the bright light on his face, he lay his cheek to Fantine's motionless face. You watched in awe as Fantine's wounds dissapeared, and Cyrus' flesh rotted and bruised to your cousin's previous likeness. At last Fantine was fully healed, sitting up and looking around dazedly. Cyrus coughed and clutched his side, staggering to his feet and backward. He grinned at you re-assuringly and said hoarsely.~ "Now who needs a cleric?" [ 05-11-2002, 07:32 PM: Message edited by: Killing Spree ]