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−	<div></div>	+	<div></div><br> <br>In the middle of the dark streets, a swollow lays there, clutching to a piece of parchment, eyes closes, but would be staring at the cobblestone and dirt road if not, "H.. help.. get.too.... the.. Lightbrings.. to... the guards.." He says to no one in particular. He struggles along to drag himself a few more inches.<br> <br>Siyu sees this poor thing laying in the middle of the street and he chitters and rushes on over, "Easy...easy, the Lightbringers? What's going on." the rodent is nervous, trying to lift the swallow up a bit, he's small in stature so mostly just trying to make sure he's not going to die in the next 5 minutes, letting him know that someone is here.<br> <br>Dio heard a few words or whispers about a strange bird during his typical walks around town. Heading over to check it out, he eventually arrives at Mange Square and spots what certainly could be classified as out of the ordinary. The lion makes his way through the population and looks down at the poor individual. "Ya doin' alright there, lad?" He asks somewhat rhetorically. "Do ya need any medical aid? I got some bandage an' a few supplies with me from my walk outside o' town."<br> <br>Milling crowds, poverty, violence...it was like a homecoming for Noosha. She peeks out under the shoulders of some of the taller folks in the gathering throng. Best not to get involved yet--if there's a chance to make a little something out the situation, it's not while they're calling for the local do-gooders.<br> <br>The decrepted being looks up as finally someone seems to answer him, opening his eyes... his bloodshot, white... empty eyes. They stare into nothing, see nothing. He coughs a moment, hacking up blood and another viscus fluid, "Please... get... to the nationals.." he manages again, feeling someone lifting him up a bit, he cries out in searing pain at the touch. Most beings just keep walking by, as if nothing were going on, a few whispered things, but nearly everyone tries to avoid the bird more then anything else.<br> <br>Siyu winces, he's not a healer, he's not even close to knowing how to handle disease, and at first he looks a little shocked. Wondering if he should be touching the bird at all. He sucks in a breath and steels himself though, looking back over towards Dio and he chitters, "If you have any medical supplies yes, I think we're going to need them, I don't know, he looks...he looks pretty sick. Can you take care of him Dio?" he asks as he'll take the parchment, and give it a quick glance over.<br> <br>How strange it was that so many people simply passed them by. Shouldn't at least one person be somewhat concerned, perhaps even calling a guard? Maybe there was something more to this, but he couldn't let someone start bleeding everywhere without at least trying to do something. "I know a few things 'bout cleanin' some typical wounds an' glances ya get durin' battle, but that's 'bout it. I can try my best with what I got though." Dio reaches into his coat and pulls out a small medical kit filled with bandages, herbs, and other basic supplies one might take before a battle. And to help with the pain, he also reveals a dulling potion. "This should 'elp ya out, lad. Try an' swallow it." He does his best to force the bottle into the bird's lips and pour the liquid into his mouth, but if he should fail, it's but drops upon the street. "ANY O' YA MIND HELPIN'," the lion shouts as he looks over the bird and attempts to find any cuts, bruises, or whatever he can patch up and does his best to assist.<br> <br>Oh? Nationals? Sounds...promising. Noosha pushes her way through some more taller folk to emerge near Siyu, fixing a look of mild concern on her face--though her eyes are actually on the parchment, reading it over--thank the creators that someone even shorter than her got the paper! She puzzles over what little glances she gets, seeing if she can glean anything from it.<br> <br>More coughing, and a lot more loss of what seems like it should stay inside. The potion and medicines seem to ease his pain, his panted and labored breaths getting a bit easier, "The guards.... get... to the.. Lightbringers..." he says again, shaking there a moment before, his breaths grow more shallow a moment, then, no more.
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		+	Those beings around who could see and hear what was going on seem to do nothing at all. Could they see? Could they even hear? No one even turns a head when Dio calls out.<br> <br>Siyu blinks a little bit, "What in the hell..." he says and he stares a little bit at the parchment, "The Lightbringer,s bring this?" he asks and he frowns some and he will move to pull out some of his own bandages, just sort of shaking his head, "What does this mean friend? It's just an advert." not understanding, but offering the parchment back to Dio for him to look at as he'll try his hand at keeping the bird at least concious. And then of course he dies. He chitters nervously and looks back at the papers, "It's...it's nothing, it's just an advert..." he clicks his teeth, "I suppose we should find Angus, or Fenris...I mean, seems as if his last breath was to get this message to him." he looks very nervous at being next to the now, dead body, amazing how quickly it changes from concern to displeasure, just one breath. Is there a corpse cart in the city. He seems a little distracted as he holds the parchment out.<br> <br>Dio did his very best to cover and clean what he could, but it seems the only thing he could do is ease the pain. As he witnessed the bird's final breath, the lion grows a heavy frown and shifts his body into the most dignified position as possible. Holding up one hand, he closes his eyes for a moment, muttering a small prayer not of any church, but perhaps something of those who frequent the battlefield. Finished with his personal ritual, his eyes open and read the strange paper. "Somethin' 'bout this ain't right," he says, packing up his supplies and standing up. "I think they works o' spirits are involved. Maybe an Ol' One. I remember some group called the Technologists tried to steal some creator artifacts by brain washin' someone an' havin' them bring the artifacts to 'em. This might not be the same, but maybe similar." Something certainly was wrong, and Dio tried his best to wrap his brain around it. For a test, the lion tries to walk up to a being and stop him for a conversation. "Good day to ya," he says to a random being, "Do ya see a bird layin' down right there." With a finger, he points to where the bird should be, wondering what they might say when asked directly.<br> <br>Noosha stares up at the large, swarthy lion interrogating her. Hope she's as good at putting on a show here as she was at the Inn. Putting on a voice far older than her appearance, she squints down his big, meaty finger. "Aye? Another victim of the slums, hmm? Happens everyday 'round here, y'know. Hmph." <br> <br>Covered up, and mostly clean, the swollow is no more, but they did have the parchment he carried. As well as his final wishes.<br> <br>Siyu clears his throat a beat and ahems at Dio, "Well come on then Dio, I suppose we should go find the Lightbringers, and call the church. Im sure the church can mange to put the poor thing to rest and the Lightbringers are to be told about it. I don't know what exactly this means but..." he shrugs, "It's what he wished, let's go"<br> <br>Looking over to the lion conversing with Noosha, a bulldog walks over, looking at the taller being, whispering to him a moment and walking on, spending as little time there as she could, and looking like she did not want to be around right now.

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Participants

• Dio
• Mirana
• Noosha
• Siyu

Date

8/2/477

Log

In the middle of the dark streets, a swollow lays there, clutching to a piece of parchment, eyes closes, but would be staring at the cobblestone and dirt road if not, "H.. help.. get.too.... the.. Lightbrings.. to... the guards.." He says to no one in particular. He struggles along to drag himself a few more inches.

Siyu sees this poor thing laying in the middle of the street and he chitters and rushes on over, "Easy...easy, the Lightbringers? What's going on." the rodent is nervous, trying to lift the swallow up a bit, he's small in stature so mostly just trying to make sure he's not going to die in the next 5 minutes, letting him know that someone is here.

Dio heard a few words or whispers about a strange bird during his typical walks around town. Heading over to check it out, he eventually arrives at Mange Square and spots what certainly could be classified as out of the ordinary. The lion makes his way through the population and looks down at the poor individual. "Ya doin' alright there, lad?" He asks somewhat rhetorically. "Do ya need any medical aid? I got some bandage an' a few supplies with me from my walk outside o' town."

Milling crowds, poverty, violence...it was like a homecoming for Noosha. She peeks out under the shoulders of some of the taller folks in the gathering throng. Best not to get involved yet--if there's a chance to make a little something out the situation, it's not while they're calling for the local do-gooders.

The decrepted being looks up as finally someone seems to answer him, opening his eyes... his bloodshot, white... empty eyes. They stare into nothing, see nothing. He coughs a moment, hacking up blood and another viscus fluid, "Please... get... to the nationals.." he manages again, feeling someone lifting him up a bit, he cries out in searing pain at the touch. Most beings just keep walking by, as if nothing were going on, a few whispered things, but nearly everyone tries to avoid the bird more then anything else.

Siyu winces, he's not a healer, he's not even close to knowing how to handle disease, and at first he looks a little shocked. Wondering if he should be touching the bird at all. He sucks in a breath and steels himself though, looking back over towards Dio and he chitters, "If you have any medical supplies yes, I think we're going to need them, I don't know, he looks...he looks pretty sick. Can you take care of him Dio?" he asks as he'll take the parchment, and give it a quick glance over.

How strange it was that so many people simply passed them by. Shouldn't at least one person be somewhat concerned, perhaps even calling a guard? Maybe there was something more to this, but he couldn't let someone start bleeding everywhere without at least trying to do something. "I know a few things 'bout cleanin' some typical wounds an' glances ya get durin' battle, but that's 'bout it. I can try my best with what I got though." Dio reaches into his coat and pulls out a small medical kit filled with bandages, herbs, and other basic supplies one might take before a battle. And to help with the pain, he also reveals a dulling potion. "This should 'elp ya out, lad. Try an' swallow it." He does his best to force the bottle into the bird's lips and pour the liquid into his mouth, but if he should fail, it's but drops upon the street. "ANY O' YA MIND HELPIN'," the lion shouts as he looks over the bird and attempts to find any cuts, bruises, or whatever he can patch up and does his best to assist.

Oh? Nationals? Sounds...promising. Noosha pushes her way through some more taller folk to emerge near Siyu, fixing a look of mild concern on her face--though her eyes are actually on the parchment, reading it over--thank the creators that someone even shorter than her got the paper! She puzzles over what little glances she gets, seeing if she can glean anything from it.

More coughing, and a lot more loss of what seems like it should stay inside. The potion and medicines seem to ease his pain, his panted and labored breaths getting a bit easier, "The guards.... get... to the.. Lightbringers..." he says again, shaking there a moment before, his breaths grow more shallow a moment, then, no more.

Those beings around who could see and hear what was going on seem to do nothing at all. Could they see? Could they even hear? No one even turns a head when Dio calls out.

Siyu blinks a little bit, "What in the hell..." he says and he stares a little bit at the parchment, "The Lightbringer,s bring this?" he asks and he frowns some and he will move to pull out some of his own bandages, just sort of shaking his head, "What does this mean friend? It's just an advert." not understanding, but offering the parchment back to Dio for him to look at as he'll try his hand at keeping the bird at least concious. And then of course he dies. He chitters nervously and looks back at the papers, "It's...it's nothing, it's just an advert..." he clicks his teeth, "I suppose we should find Angus, or Fenris...I mean, seems as if his last breath was to get this message to him." he looks very nervous at being next to the now, dead body, amazing how quickly it changes from concern to displeasure, just one breath. Is there a corpse cart in the city. He seems a little distracted as he holds the parchment out.

Dio did his very best to cover and clean what he could, but it seems the only thing he could do is ease the pain. As he witnessed the bird's final breath, the lion grows a heavy frown and shifts his body into the most dignified position as possible. Holding up one hand, he closes his eyes for a moment, muttering a small prayer not of any church, but perhaps something of those who frequent the battlefield. Finished with his personal ritual, his eyes open and read the strange paper. "Somethin' 'bout this ain't right," he says, packing up his supplies and standing up. "I think they works o' spirits are involved. Maybe an Ol' One. I remember some group called the Technologists tried to steal some creator artifacts by brain washin' someone an' havin' them bring the artifacts to 'em. This might not be the same, but maybe similar." Something certainly was wrong, and Dio tried his best to wrap his brain around it. For a test, the lion tries to walk up to a being and stop him for a conversation. "Good day to ya," he says to a random being, "Do ya see a bird layin' down right there." With a finger, he points to where the bird should be, wondering what they might say when asked directly.

Noosha stares up at the large, swarthy lion interrogating her. Hope she's as good at putting on a show here as she was at the Inn. Putting on a voice far older than her appearance, she squints down his big, meaty finger. "Aye? Another victim of the slums, hmm? Happens everyday 'round here, y'know. Hmph."

Covered up, and mostly clean, the swollow is no more, but they did have the parchment he carried. As well as his final wishes.

Siyu clears his throat a beat and ahems at Dio, "Well come on then Dio, I suppose we should go find the Lightbringers, and call the church. Im sure the church can mange to put the poor thing to rest and the Lightbringers are to be told about it. I don't know what exactly this means but..." he shrugs, "It's what he wished, let's go"

Looking over to the lion conversing with Noosha, a bulldog walks over, looking at the taller being, whispering to him a moment and walking on, spending as little time there as she could, and looking like she did not want to be around right now.