Saturday, March 20, 2010

Chapter 7: Recovery

The orcs came over the hill in a raging rush, crushing plant and adventurers as they came. Drag's initial reaction was nothing more than his disgust for orc blood on his lance though he readied it none the less. With his pack pushed into the bushes tucked behind a rock for safe keeping he had nothing to worry about. He tightened his grip as he took stance against the orcs.

"You'd better turn tail and run before you irritate me." Drag called to the orcs attempting to flank him. They circled slowly with no intention of backing down. The battle grunts of the orcish sergeant were fierce as his blade came crashing forward with force enough to cleave a human in half, had there been one. Drag laughed as his jump landed him on the back of the orcs head, smashing its face into the sand. The orcs came in one by one as if in some predetermined order.

Drag's lance struck the the first attacker in the throat before spinning behind his head and thrusting backwards into the gut of the next. A sword came swinging down sluggishly and easily countered knocking the Orcish Neckchopper off balance. Drag added insult to injury with a kick to the teetering Orc's groin. With a grin, Drag timed his next jump perfectly so the two flanking orcs would collide skewering one another. Drag landed in his battle stance as he stood face to face with the last orc, who in turn panicked and ran shouting insults as he went.

"That's what i thought." Drag sighed and moved to a palm near the rock where he stashed his pouch. Cape Terrigan was quiet with the sun finally set over the rising tide as the sand whipped around the edges of the palm trees.. Drag's mind was calm as he pulled his satchel close and reclined for a nights rest.

. . .

The morning sun was just peaking over the horizon as drag finished carefully fashioning his armor. His footsteps drug as he headed towards the outpost at the interior of the cape. Drag's training had made him tired and he was in desperate need of a soft bed and a full meal. He made it within sight of the the outpost before the burning sun finally beat him down. His armor clattered as his knees buckled crashing into the sand. He knew he would probably be killed if he didn't move but his armor made it almost physically impossible. He had accepted what was to come when a voice came from what seemed like quite a distance away.

"Get up you idiot. You'll get killed and i don't feel like raising you." A young woman approached Drag with a familiarity to her walk.

"Always around when you're needed, aren't ya Tebby?" Drag smirked as he fought to raise his head to greet her.

"Just come on..." Tebby sighed as she helped drag to his feet. She muttered an incantation as the two disappeared from sight. They moved with haste as they headed to the outpost encampment before the enchantment wore. Resting his eyes in the shade of the wooden shack, Drag awoke to find the sky covered with scattered stars and a full moon. He searched his bag for one of his four warp cudgels as he took inventory of his belongings. With all his items in tact and accounted for he activated the enchantment on the cudgel warping him back to the last home crystal he had touched.

He moved from the crystal at the gate in Upper Jeuno towards the residential district to rent a room for the next few days to recuperate.

"Drag! Hey bro! long time, no see." A man dressed in the garb of a veteran red mage approached at a leisurely pace.

"Warblade?" Drag called blinking a few times removing his armet as he plodded forward. The two shook hands and saluted as War took Drag's bag from him, much to Drag's relief.

"Where you headed, my friend?" War questioned as he took notice to the bruises and cuts on drag's face and arms. "You need to go see Monberoux, he'll patch you up."

"Nah I'm ... *cough* Okay, let's go do that" Drag couldn't help himself as he spoke and staggered.

The nurse called for the doctor as soon as Drag shuffled though the door leaning on Warblade for support.

"Please allow me to take your weapon while you are seen." The nurse spoke as she quickly helped Drag to the back room.

"I'll be in town for a few days bro, look me up after you're rested!" War called to his friend as he tossed a money pouch with 5000 gil on the desk for payment and waved farewell.

Monberoux stood helping Drag out of his armor as he assessed the situation. He frowned as he saw the cuts and bruises were not only on his face but all over his body. He spoke as he prepped himself for what was going to be a tedious evening. "Well, I'm going to have my nurse cast a sleep spell on you to help ease the pain. You'll wake up feeling better than ever. Your treatment was paid for in full so you'll be ready to go as soon as you are full recovered. Sleep well."

Drag's eyes grew heavy but he fought sleep long enough to mutter, "Keep the egg warm...."

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