Post by Amanita Vernia on Jun 24, 2005 2:16:32 GMT -5
Infection cripples Venor, Amanita runs to get help
Amanita Vernia: ON THE RUN -- They weren't being chased by Krakatoa's henchmen anymore, but there were still dangers all around them. The closer they got to the river, the more likely they would find the predators that used it as their hunting, both man and beast. There were the lizard-like Tharlarions that swam in the river and connecting streams hunting for fish or other prey. The jungle panther as well as larls, who hunt along the jungle floor, only a danger to men if they are provoked or hungry. Various snakes, centipedes and scorpions also wormed their way around, but it was the flies that were the biggest annoyance. Amanita slapped at her skin as she heard them buzzing around, her skin sticky from the humidity. She tried to keep up with Venor, but after hours of jogging at his pace, even if had been slowed for her sake, she had to rest. They eventually started again, but at a slower pace. Another three Ahns passed and they still hadn't reached the river. It was further than she had guessed, but there was no turning back at this point. Of all the maps she had studied along with Arculeius of the jungles she had not been able to picture the distance realistically. It grew late and they would rest again. Hunting food and starting the next morning. Three days had been lost and they still hadn't reached the river. Venor's color wasn't looking good either. The infection had reached is blood and it wasn't Amanita who was struggling to keep up anymore.
Debauched Caper: Had it been three days already? After the first ran it's course, he couldn't quite be sure anymore, for while the blood had stemmed itself, if tentatively, within that binding made from the hem of those robes, the thought-of infection had settled in. And while not nearly so bad as it may have been, that changed nothing when it came to the sweat-house fever that overtook him. Yet while it wiped away that cognizent thought, it did replace him with that dilerium that he knew all-too-well; that more-primal mind kicked into high-gear, to remember what survival he'd figured and, strangely enough, remembered on his path back south before this debaucle began. Things that kept both going; like the stringing veins with their hairy streamers; water in tubes was all. Sugar-water, sweet, and with a skinning of the vine, the crunching pulp of the meat. Hardly as nourishing as some things, but on the move, reliable. Amanita herself knew the few roots that he frankly never thought of before; a necessity in the Poison's dealer. And the wrap; it had been removed to let the flies pick their way at the blackened skin and dried blood that staunched his wound, letting them crawl and cluster over his side with a curiously-efficient attitude of non-caring necessity; they would devour the dying bits of him to let the live flesh grow. Perhaps not the most hygenic route, but viable. It was that third day though that had him coughing, low and hard with a wheeze while his color paled and waxed, dark circles like blacked-out augers surrounding those dark eyes, his pace dropping to a stroll, at best, with a lean of a palm to this tree or that to keep his feet between them. Pneumonia...
Amanita Vernia: The venemous woman knew how to kill a man, but not how to save him. That would of been his other sister. She did know and understand what was going on with his body, the coughing meant fluids had built in his lungs, that he wouldn't be able to keep going, not if he was going to stay alive. He needed to rest, though even doing that could of killed him if nothing was done to help break the fever. It wasn't just sweat from the heat of the marsh, it was his body rejecting the poison of an infection. She was already slowing down for his sake, hearing him grab onto various limbs as they moved through the underbrush of the jungles. Telling him to stop, to rest... she knew that would be a struggle, but finally she turned to face him. "You can't keep going, you need to rest..." She stared at him with a rare show of compassion, her tone pleading with him, though it would only be a matter of Ahns before the man's body would be telling him he same thing in an even more persuasive way. "I know the river can't be much further... let me get help, I will send them back for you, I promise." She was giving her word, but what weight did a woman's word hold. It had no honor to seal it and he had many reasons not to trust her.
Debauched Caper: When she spoke, after so long a silence, he blinked, startled from his press-forward mindset, to turn, knees giving way briefly beneath him before his grip on a vine caught, and he could pull himself up with a flinching struggle, holding that stead-fast firmly as he looked at the woman through blinking eyes, peeling apart long-stuck and dry lips to rasp at her from between tight-held teeth. "And just how will you find me again...hm?" He flinched, choking back a shoulder-wracking cough that left him with a wet wheezing suckle of a breath, glowering not for the sake of the glower, but merely the only look he could afford as he stared at her, swaying. "Your impeccable *wheeze* sense of distance has already proven *wheeze*....questionable, hasn't it?" And he blinked, slowly as he turned, letting go the vine to lunge forth, and push a fist to the next tree-bole with a hard lean, sliding his feet along the thankfully- soft floor to move on, with the clatter of steel on woodbark. "Your men should be looking."
Amanita Vernia: He would find her concern to be real when his knees gave, though he might of caught himself with the vine, she drew closer placing hands against his chest to aid him back up. It was the first time they had touched since he tried to strangle her. His distrust in her ability to find him wasn't without fault, but the heavy rasp of his voice made it even more eveident that he needed to rest. "I will leave a trail, strips from my robes, to me lead me back." Of course Amanita wouldn't be allowed to leave once Arculeius had her safe, but the trail would be enough for the men to follow, for them to find him. Would it be in time? That was the questions as well as what these men would do once they found the slave. Arucleius by now knew more about Venor than the man could remember of himself, he was the one Amanita trusted more than any and by law the one she had to obey. "I may not of judged the distance, but I can see you will not make it much further. Conserve your energy and I will run the rest of the way to find help." When he lunged forward to put his weight on the next tree and move past her she gave him one last word. "Please." It was a word the woman did non't use often, one could almost hear how painful it was for her to let it leave her lips. "I know I cannot order you to stop, but I am asking... I am asking you to rest." If he did not get the significance of what she was saying, that she was freeing him, then his mind not only lost memory, but reason as well.
Debauched Caper: He'd lost reason long before then...And while he had yet to get the gist of her words, he did get the rationale; two nights ago, things would have been different; he could have moved, and kept his pace. Now?...now, he was weak as a babe, and while delirius, he could see the facts quite plainly, detachedly, as he leant a shoulder to the tree a moment, before he fell down with a bend of the knees sighing, stabbing the blade away with a lackidaisical whimsy as he rolled his head to peer at her, smirking sourly. "Alright...since it seems I am rather, incapable of arguing this...I'll trust you." And he tipped his brows higher briefly, letting them carry on in their bob as he turned his head in another slow bat of his eyes, feeling himself start to slip in his thinking. "But do hurry back. I so want to talk again, darling. So many tales...." And with that, he grimaced, working moisture to his lips as he slid along off his side, lying out on his back with a loose fingerhold of that blade's hilt. "I'll just rest awhile till you finish."
Amanita Vernia: Amanita might of been cruel to enslave her own brother, but there had been no other way to keep him in the house without all knowing who he was and even then.... She acted as she needed, just as she did at that moment, while his body gave out, knees buckling. She wasn't quick enough this time to help brace him and there was no vine within reach. He was on his knees,but not as a slave now.. she would at least give that back to him. Kneeling in front of him to help him ease the rest of the way down as he conceeded he could not continue. "We will talk again, Venor.. I promise. I will answer any question you wish when you are healed. I will tell my guards that you have been freed, that you saved my life. You are free...." The last word was such a whisper that he couldn't of even heard it, maybe she only said it in her mind, calling him brother again. A kiss was left on his forehead and then the woman lifted. She was tired, but seeing him in such a weak state gave her strength. She knew there would be repercussions to pay for what she had done, but she had also taken precautions. Venor was her closest living male relative, in theory the man whom others would ask to contract his sister, the one who could punish her. The only other who knew this was Arculeius and together they had secured a way that he would not have this power once he realized who he was. She was now just running as quickly as she could to make sure this lost relative did not die. When she reached the shore she followed it to the exchange point and discovered Arucleius and the entire crew was already there. "He's dying..." she said, "we must go back." Arculeius might of ignored this request if it was merely a slave in the jungle, but he knew there was more... much more. A party was formed, Salty, the pirates first and second mate, Renn and Mateo, and the man born of the jungles, Arculeius. The four headed into the jungles to find Amanita's guard.
Amanita Vernia: ON THE RUN -- They weren't being chased by Krakatoa's henchmen anymore, but there were still dangers all around them. The closer they got to the river, the more likely they would find the predators that used it as their hunting, both man and beast. There were the lizard-like Tharlarions that swam in the river and connecting streams hunting for fish or other prey. The jungle panther as well as larls, who hunt along the jungle floor, only a danger to men if they are provoked or hungry. Various snakes, centipedes and scorpions also wormed their way around, but it was the flies that were the biggest annoyance. Amanita slapped at her skin as she heard them buzzing around, her skin sticky from the humidity. She tried to keep up with Venor, but after hours of jogging at his pace, even if had been slowed for her sake, she had to rest. They eventually started again, but at a slower pace. Another three Ahns passed and they still hadn't reached the river. It was further than she had guessed, but there was no turning back at this point. Of all the maps she had studied along with Arculeius of the jungles she had not been able to picture the distance realistically. It grew late and they would rest again. Hunting food and starting the next morning. Three days had been lost and they still hadn't reached the river. Venor's color wasn't looking good either. The infection had reached is blood and it wasn't Amanita who was struggling to keep up anymore.
Debauched Caper: Had it been three days already? After the first ran it's course, he couldn't quite be sure anymore, for while the blood had stemmed itself, if tentatively, within that binding made from the hem of those robes, the thought-of infection had settled in. And while not nearly so bad as it may have been, that changed nothing when it came to the sweat-house fever that overtook him. Yet while it wiped away that cognizent thought, it did replace him with that dilerium that he knew all-too-well; that more-primal mind kicked into high-gear, to remember what survival he'd figured and, strangely enough, remembered on his path back south before this debaucle began. Things that kept both going; like the stringing veins with their hairy streamers; water in tubes was all. Sugar-water, sweet, and with a skinning of the vine, the crunching pulp of the meat. Hardly as nourishing as some things, but on the move, reliable. Amanita herself knew the few roots that he frankly never thought of before; a necessity in the Poison's dealer. And the wrap; it had been removed to let the flies pick their way at the blackened skin and dried blood that staunched his wound, letting them crawl and cluster over his side with a curiously-efficient attitude of non-caring necessity; they would devour the dying bits of him to let the live flesh grow. Perhaps not the most hygenic route, but viable. It was that third day though that had him coughing, low and hard with a wheeze while his color paled and waxed, dark circles like blacked-out augers surrounding those dark eyes, his pace dropping to a stroll, at best, with a lean of a palm to this tree or that to keep his feet between them. Pneumonia...
Amanita Vernia: The venemous woman knew how to kill a man, but not how to save him. That would of been his other sister. She did know and understand what was going on with his body, the coughing meant fluids had built in his lungs, that he wouldn't be able to keep going, not if he was going to stay alive. He needed to rest, though even doing that could of killed him if nothing was done to help break the fever. It wasn't just sweat from the heat of the marsh, it was his body rejecting the poison of an infection. She was already slowing down for his sake, hearing him grab onto various limbs as they moved through the underbrush of the jungles. Telling him to stop, to rest... she knew that would be a struggle, but finally she turned to face him. "You can't keep going, you need to rest..." She stared at him with a rare show of compassion, her tone pleading with him, though it would only be a matter of Ahns before the man's body would be telling him he same thing in an even more persuasive way. "I know the river can't be much further... let me get help, I will send them back for you, I promise." She was giving her word, but what weight did a woman's word hold. It had no honor to seal it and he had many reasons not to trust her.
Debauched Caper: When she spoke, after so long a silence, he blinked, startled from his press-forward mindset, to turn, knees giving way briefly beneath him before his grip on a vine caught, and he could pull himself up with a flinching struggle, holding that stead-fast firmly as he looked at the woman through blinking eyes, peeling apart long-stuck and dry lips to rasp at her from between tight-held teeth. "And just how will you find me again...hm?" He flinched, choking back a shoulder-wracking cough that left him with a wet wheezing suckle of a breath, glowering not for the sake of the glower, but merely the only look he could afford as he stared at her, swaying. "Your impeccable *wheeze* sense of distance has already proven *wheeze*....questionable, hasn't it?" And he blinked, slowly as he turned, letting go the vine to lunge forth, and push a fist to the next tree-bole with a hard lean, sliding his feet along the thankfully- soft floor to move on, with the clatter of steel on woodbark. "Your men should be looking."
Amanita Vernia: He would find her concern to be real when his knees gave, though he might of caught himself with the vine, she drew closer placing hands against his chest to aid him back up. It was the first time they had touched since he tried to strangle her. His distrust in her ability to find him wasn't without fault, but the heavy rasp of his voice made it even more eveident that he needed to rest. "I will leave a trail, strips from my robes, to me lead me back." Of course Amanita wouldn't be allowed to leave once Arculeius had her safe, but the trail would be enough for the men to follow, for them to find him. Would it be in time? That was the questions as well as what these men would do once they found the slave. Arucleius by now knew more about Venor than the man could remember of himself, he was the one Amanita trusted more than any and by law the one she had to obey. "I may not of judged the distance, but I can see you will not make it much further. Conserve your energy and I will run the rest of the way to find help." When he lunged forward to put his weight on the next tree and move past her she gave him one last word. "Please." It was a word the woman did non't use often, one could almost hear how painful it was for her to let it leave her lips. "I know I cannot order you to stop, but I am asking... I am asking you to rest." If he did not get the significance of what she was saying, that she was freeing him, then his mind not only lost memory, but reason as well.
Debauched Caper: He'd lost reason long before then...And while he had yet to get the gist of her words, he did get the rationale; two nights ago, things would have been different; he could have moved, and kept his pace. Now?...now, he was weak as a babe, and while delirius, he could see the facts quite plainly, detachedly, as he leant a shoulder to the tree a moment, before he fell down with a bend of the knees sighing, stabbing the blade away with a lackidaisical whimsy as he rolled his head to peer at her, smirking sourly. "Alright...since it seems I am rather, incapable of arguing this...I'll trust you." And he tipped his brows higher briefly, letting them carry on in their bob as he turned his head in another slow bat of his eyes, feeling himself start to slip in his thinking. "But do hurry back. I so want to talk again, darling. So many tales...." And with that, he grimaced, working moisture to his lips as he slid along off his side, lying out on his back with a loose fingerhold of that blade's hilt. "I'll just rest awhile till you finish."
Amanita Vernia: Amanita might of been cruel to enslave her own brother, but there had been no other way to keep him in the house without all knowing who he was and even then.... She acted as she needed, just as she did at that moment, while his body gave out, knees buckling. She wasn't quick enough this time to help brace him and there was no vine within reach. He was on his knees,but not as a slave now.. she would at least give that back to him. Kneeling in front of him to help him ease the rest of the way down as he conceeded he could not continue. "We will talk again, Venor.. I promise. I will answer any question you wish when you are healed. I will tell my guards that you have been freed, that you saved my life. You are free...." The last word was such a whisper that he couldn't of even heard it, maybe she only said it in her mind, calling him brother again. A kiss was left on his forehead and then the woman lifted. She was tired, but seeing him in such a weak state gave her strength. She knew there would be repercussions to pay for what she had done, but she had also taken precautions. Venor was her closest living male relative, in theory the man whom others would ask to contract his sister, the one who could punish her. The only other who knew this was Arculeius and together they had secured a way that he would not have this power once he realized who he was. She was now just running as quickly as she could to make sure this lost relative did not die. When she reached the shore she followed it to the exchange point and discovered Arucleius and the entire crew was already there. "He's dying..." she said, "we must go back." Arculeius might of ignored this request if it was merely a slave in the jungle, but he knew there was more... much more. A party was formed, Salty, the pirates first and second mate, Renn and Mateo, and the man born of the jungles, Arculeius. The four headed into the jungles to find Amanita's guard.
