Crimson Lotus

The stories of Saeris Blackblade, Quartermaster of the Vengeance, the Crimson Lotus. (WrA Horde-side RP)

[kurel-andiel]

Day 1 to 40

Despite her pleading and her begging, Kurel had taken himself to Boralus. If only he had been smarter. If only he knew what would happen on day 62 and day 189. He would have just stayed. He would have done everything different. He would have said all the things he refused to say. Taken all the risks he had otherwise been unwilling to take.

What Kurel, Saeris, Severin and the rest of The Gambit crew had never banked on was that while Boralus was a town built of ocean side, it was a town flooded with more ships than it had work for. At least work that did not involve contracting ones selves out to the Boy King’s Navy or the Proudmoore Admiralty. In Boralus there were a hundred Queen Gambits and captains no less infamous than the blindman himself. In the first week of their docking, they had managed to pick up all of one job. In the second week nothing. Third, nothing still. 

With supplies running low as well as their coffers, the local Kelp Club run by the Scrimshaw Gang hosted a regular evening brawl. The gimmick was that you had to knock out their largest member; a Kul’Tiran native by the name of Boras Colepathian. He was a notably robust man with a skull and body as thick and dense as any ship’s bulwark. 

From days 26 to 39, Kurel had entered every fight. Thirteen to be exact. On day 35, he had lost exactly thirteen times. Day fourteen was shaping up to be no different. 

“Just tell me when it’s over.” Severin pleaded. He could watch this no longer, so he dropped his head down onto his arms folded across a banister where he and Saeris stood witnessing the brutal beating of their beloved captain. For every punch Kurel landed, Boras barely seemed to feel it and followed immediately with a fast hook or uppercut. “I suppose if he does die. We could collect some sort of life insurance?” Severin added a few other options to the list. Which included a desperate result to cannibalism,

“We aren’ eatin’ ‘im! Do you know where tha’s been? We’d die.“ Saeris’ huffed. "Think 'e’d le’ me enter?”

Severin peeked up over the edge of his arms, resting his chin atop them to watch painfully  as Boras delivered his finale upon their dear, self-destructive comrade and dropped Kurel to the ground in a gasping heap of defeat. “I don’t think he could stop you, presently.”

The crowds cheered. Boras grinned his large toothy grin and pranced about the man-made circle to receive his winning pats and hand shakes and free food and drink. Like a pouting child, Severin pulled away from the banister to stand straight. “Flip a coin for who’s gonna haul him back to the ship and who’s gonna risk a pick pocket so we can eat something other than salt meat and rice?”

Saeris grumbled as he pulled out a few worn silver pieces from his pocket and offering them to Severin. “Take these an’ ge’ us somethin’ good. I’ll carry th’ idio’ back to th’ ship.” Even as he chastised Kurel from afar the words were said with exasperated affection. 

“Maybe pick us up some more silk thread? We’re gonna be needin’ i’ for his uh…” he gestured vaguely at Kurel’s…whole entity. With that he headed for the ring to go scrape what was left of their captain off the floor. “Well tha’ didn’ go th’ way we wanted i’.”

The slow shamble back to The Queen’s Gambit was one filled with a back and forth of miscommunication, different perspectives, and common ground. As it was being decided and argued over Kurel’s’ need to let himself rest for a day and recover as well as their shortage of work and a slow trickling loss of crew to other ships, a man had arrived. He introduced himself as Alister Star. A third party broker working for a wealthy man in Boralus who had a neglected home slowly decaying in the flooded heat swamps of the Wetlands. 

“Wetlands? Your clien’ knows tha’ whole place was underwater for like six months yeah? How long ago di’ he leave 'em?” It was the potential of a job, but Saeris wasn’t going to act desperate. That was a long trip for potentially nothing.

The man grinned and even laughed off a bit of nervousness. “I’m afraid I’m just the messenger. Sent to find capable men to go in. Extract some large pieces of family heirlooms left behind and bring them back here. To Boralus. The details beyond that I don’t know. 

"But, but if you and your crew are already signed? Scheduled? I’m not sure how this works, I can move on to the next ship down the line.”

“No.” Gurgled Kurel and he gestured sluggishly at Saeris to accept the job. Because something was better than nothing at this point.

The man handed over a packet, which was said to contain all the details of the items being requested for retrieval. It was a minor job. A short journey to and back for the payment of ten thousand coins.The sum should have been the first red flag. But like Saeris, Kurel was desperate to provide for what crew he had.

However, there was still the matter of Boras and Kurel’s pride. As he weakly got up from the crate he had been sitting on he instructed to Saeris that they would first sail all the way to Sunspire Port. He had need to meet with Mavas. 

“Wha’ do you nee’ Mavas for?” Saeris asked curiously.

“To fix my fuckin’ vision. So tha’ I can see tha’ fuck-Boras’ ou’line long enough to pu’ his ass on the groun’ for good.” Kurel shouted back, before he entered his cabin and closed the door.

@crymsynlotus @shaded-hawke @eilitheduskbringer

[deadsunharbor]

Make-Over and Recruiting!

Today our Tumblr got a sparkling new make-over! Our layout now has links to the usable npcs featured on @residentsofdeadsun, as well as information on joining us! 

ATTENTION! We need officers! 

We are ACTIVELY seeking Sun Council potentials, as well as new allies and members in general. 

Council members should:

Be actively wanting new plot lines

Want to be involved in the planning of plot lines

Want to DM/Help DM

Social Event Planning and Operating

Remember, anyone can plan events and DM, but for Council Members we are asking that this be something you actively want to help with! Remember, you don’t have to be in the in-game guild to be on the Council!

Allied members should:

Want alliances 

Want business dealings

Have interest in building multi-guilded plot lines. 

Of course, we are always looking for things outside of the in-game guild. Our allies are frequently asked to join us in plot lines.

Members (Both in-game guilded and not) can look forward to:

Activity: If you want to RP, someone is down

In-Game and Discord RP

Jobs that yield rewards

‘Encounters’, RPs that happen with a DM an 1-4 players

Big DMed Events

Immersive RP, We use TRP3 Extended to make items even!

Variety of RP

Pirate/Sailing

Smuggling/ Drug Trade

Slice of Life

Bounty Hunting

Tavern

Relic Hunting

Secret Organizations

Social Events

Mission Map!

We hope to see you all diving into all the pirate and harbor RP you can get your hands on!

As usual any questions or interest can be directed to @eilitheduskbringer ‘Eilithe’ in-game, or King Rat#1789. BfA is almost here!

[batandmole]

Dragon Heart- Leona

Part Two of Two, the other half is on @mira-ashsong​. Chronologically, that takes place after this one, but read the Mira one first.

Keep reading

[crimsynlotus]

He had been napping after a hard day, the crimson haired elf resting comfortably on the bed he and Riz shared, when all hell had broken loose. The exploding rocks had him diving for cover, shouting who knows what in half a dozen languages before he sat up, blinking in confusion at the shattered lotus, the dozen or so other glittering piles of rubble, and then..

CRACK

He ran out of the room to see his desk, the giant slab of stone split and jagged along where Silithus was. Running rough calloused fingers along it, shaking from adrenaline, Saeris let out a quick breath, reaching for his comms. 

“Riz...somethin’s wrong wit’ Leona.”

@rizzythemonk @batandmole

[jacquelineshyde]

[kovjaku]

[houseplantjournal]

#sansevieriasunday and #plantshelfie ~ ~ #houseplants #plantlove #foliage #indoorplants #plantlife #urbanjunglebloggers #plantsmakepeoplehappy #houseplantclub #houseplantjournal #plants #plantgoals #iloveplants #igerstoronto #igerscanada #torontoblogger #plantparenthood #natureinspired #homestyle

[crimsynlotus]

@rizzythemonk

[czm35x]

[chaotic--aesthetic]

Pirate aesthetic

“There comes a time in most men’s lives where they feel the need to raise the Black Flag.”

[attabeen-blog]

why do height differences in shipping always have to be about one being really tiny and the other being really tall. what about one being exactly a single inch taller than the other and the second being consistently angry about this.

[bixgirl1]

Now this is a height headcanon I can get behind. 😂

[thebaagelboy]

[batandmole]

FULL GROWN LEONA CAN NEVER LET HER UNCLE SAERIS KNOW SHE HAS THAT ONE INCH. O_O

@crimsynlotus

[crimsynlotus]

Saeris will forever pout...but remember fondly when she was shorter than him. 

[batandmole]

Crying Stones

Leona was woken up by the sound of several small voices speaking in hushed sorrowful whispers, and she sat up, rubbing her cheek as she looked around. Asca… had not taken her where she had asked. …not by a long shot. “This isn’t my Uncles’…” she started, then jumped at a spurt of lava erupting very near where she was sleeping. She was suddenly VERY awake and quickly stood and whistled as she tried to figure out just how deep underground and… the stones would not be quiet enough for her to think! A fortress of some kind, abandoned for a few years now, though it still stunk of bad magic and death, and in a mountain full of… Leona sighed and covered her mouth as Ascalon came happily bounding up, and she glared at him, “When I say Uncles, I mean Uncle Saeris and Uncle Rizzy. Sometimes Uncle Terry…” she pointed, “Never EVER Great-Uncle Nefarion!” The stone panther bounced on her and licked her face and she attempted to puff out her cheeks… but ended up giggling instead, “It’s fine, promise. I should have been more specific.” She sat up and pressed one of her communicators, “Uncle Saeris? I’ll be home soon… I was asleep and let Asca do the navigating, and he’s just not as reliable as Nara is.” That earned her a purr and a swat with his giant paws, and she stuck out her tongue at him as she stood and stretched, “Well… since I’m here…” After all, whatever would be in the Black Dragonshire couldn’t be worse than anything here… right? It was razed back in the Cataclysm! I bet they looted everything they could while they were here too! So nothing bad should…

Best to be careful. The stones were chattering away, but nothing deeper than their saying hello, and seemingly grateful to have someone hear them for once. After a few moments, Leona was able to drown them out, and she walked carefully in, Asca plodding silently beside her. “Why does every single Ebon have to have stuffiness in the middle of a volcano?” she chewed the inside of her cheek, “You’d think that maybe… just maybe, for a change of pace and not to have a big sign that says ‘Oh Big Dragon Here, Come and Get Some’ they’ll just… raise an island or something. You can have volcanos and BREATHE…” He mreowed at her and she puffed out her cheeks, “It’s a SEA-cave, big difference. And I only CAMP there. And it’s not stuffy. And the stones there are like the ones near Uncle Vonic now, they’re happy…” she frowned, “These are really lonely and healing from a lot of pain… it’s like he…” She paused, Nefarion probably did ignore the stones when he was alive, and guiltily she started to actually listen to them again, and reached into her bag to pull out the drum Kit had made… and then repaired for her, to give them something to sing to. Stones had strange voices, and she wondered again why hardly anyone ever actually heard them, and she hesitantly gave a stroke onto the bodhrán. Asca yowled with the rest of the stones in response, and she smiled, they already seemed happier, and she sat down with the drum and played a bit more, blushing to her ears as she did so, “I… just picked this up, Kit thought I would like playing it.” The stones and Ascalon didn’t complain about her being a beginner, and she spent the morning on the steps outside of Blackrock Descent playing for the mountain. @crimsynlotus @velerodra (because she actually was right in her concerns…)

[crimsynlotus]

Blurring Edges

He had been sent home after four days. Four full days in the pit, never taking a break except a few minutes to get water, and once to eat. He had doubled his cash prize and then nearly tripled it when finally he’d been kicked out, gold in hand and enough bruises and broken bones to last for a week of care and mindless ache. Then he’d healed. 

Saeris had then gone to the city, not stopping until he’d reached the Inn by the Row. He had ordered three casks of their finest dwarven whiskey, two casks of Dalaran red, and six cases of regular Sin’dorei bourbon, had used all of his winnings to pay for it, and he’d gone home to prepare. All of the plants in the main room had been moved to their greenhouse, and he’d locked the door, hidden the key, and turned on the two month water supply that kept the plants happy and healthy. He had cut open a hole in the back of the house, making a small door for Nara to get in and out as she pleased. He wanted to say that he hadn’t planned this...but the crimson haired elf had, he really had...and now he was a month in. 

There had been no real communication coming from the quartermaster to his captain, to the purveyor, to his adopted niece or to his boyfriend. There would have been no sign to their neighbors that either of the boys was home except at random times in the night they would hear incoherent shouting and smashing, but they didn’t question, it wasn’t their issue and not their problem. Someone would come figure it out later. At least the shouting would keep away the thieves that sometimes liked to frequent, nothing like a loud roaring incoherent swearing drunk to scare off the pickpockets and drug addicts that were looking to make a small amount of coin. 

He was drunk too, Saeris could not remember a moment he was actually sober now. He woke up in the morning, usually passed out on the floor, grabbed the nearest bottle and threw it if there was nothing inside. The floor was littered in broken glass, some bloody where his bare feet had found it, and he hadn’t even noticed. The brawler barely ate, his food normally liquid form with whatever had been left of the bourbon (had he already gone through the red?). He was rapidly running out of bottles, the two dwarven barrels looming by his door, blocking his escape. He sneered at them, scratching mindlessly at one of his tight ropey scars on his bare stomach, digging into it, not caring that his ragged nails pulled at his irritated flesh, making him bleed. 

Abandoned. Left behind. Why should he care? They didn’t. None of them did. Riz, Kurel, Leona. Their names became the volatile mantra that surged like black fire through his veins. Snarling the crimson haired elf grabbed a nearby opened bottle, downing it fast, the harsh burning liquid chasing away the fractured thoughts that burned. He could hear them sometimes, their letters he’d read and memorized dancing in his mind. He could almost hear their voices..maybe they’d come back. Maybe, someday, if he was good maybe? Maybe if he was a good boy they’d come back...maybe if he had been a good boy they wouldn’t have gone in the first place. 

Sometimes he heard screaming, he didn’t really remember why. He could see a smaller version of himself, he could hear him screaming, and sometimes he did remember and that was when the bourbon helped the least. He didn’t know what day it was, he hadn’t seen Nara since his last fit which had glass shattering everywhere and he thought maybe she had been there, but never again. She needed to go too...they all did. He was nothing, he tried, he had tried to show them but he was nothing. Everything about him was nothing, made up, why would they want him? 

He was out of bourbon. 

Staring at the bottle like it had betrayed him, Saeris felt that angry black fire burning through his veins again, it ignited the second he stopped drinking, and it was the bottle’s fault for being empty. He screamed himself hoarse, throwing every bottle he could find directly at the walls, at furniture, and Leona’s map she’d made him, anything to get them to shatter. He dropped onto cut up destroyed knees, the tatters of what had been pants clinging barely around his legs as he sobbed. Black and bruised fingers (had he put the hole through the  bedroom door?) reached shakily for the opening of the whiskey barrel. This was it. He would either get better, or this would be the last of it. Digging broken nails into the top he managed to get it open, hearing the tell tale slosh and smelling the strong liquor inside. This was where he’d decide if it was worth surviving or not. 

Saeris stared blankly at the brown liquid, before reaching for the metal mug attached to the side of the barrel. He scooped some out, dropping into a sitting position, not caring as glass dug into his thighs and even up his back, resting back as he stared out to his destroyed living room. He snorted finally, staring down at the mug. 

“No’ worth i’.” 

He started to drink. 

( Mentions of @rizzythemonk @batandmole )

[crimsynlotus]

me: is smol

me: (ง'̀-'́)ง(ง'̀-'́)ง(ง'̀-'́)ง

[crimsynlotus]

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(Leona Letter and Riz Letter)

He had received the first letter from two massive Tauren. For a split second the crimson haired elf had feared for his life as the two bulky males stared at him with squinting suspicious eyes. It turns out they were the only ones from the postal ship that had been able to carry the massive package Leona had sent, and their squinting was from them not being used to the heavy sunlight in the area. He moved to the side and they came in, placing the map down on his desk with an ominous thud. He had paid them both generously for bringing it to him and then had read the letter. He had reacted in a multitude of ways, mostly anger and rage, that Leona had been tricked, that she had been put through whatever these trials were...and then sadness. She wasn’t going to return. Saeris had frowned at the last part, something was going to happen? He didn’t understand. He would wait until Riz came home, he would show him the letter and ask for his advice before replying, he had decided. 

Which made the second letter so much harder. 

He had spent three days pouring over the quartz monstrosity the young jewel-whisperer had made him. It was insanely detailed, his numb fingers had been tracing every ridge, every facet of the massive map of Azeroth so lovingly created. It had not moved from his desk, mostly because he could not lift it. He had been considering ordering a new desk...or maybe someone to put enchantments on the rocks so it could be levitated, when he received the next letter. 

‘I don’t think I’ll be returning to Sunspire’

The rest of the words had faded out, the small smile on his lips from the reminder of the Tiger and the Lotus falling as his heart clenched painfully in his chest. Leona wasn’t coming back...and now Riz. He tried to read the rest of the note, but the words wouldn’t process. It was like when he’d first come back and Shade had given him books, it had taken him three months to process written words again, to make them make sense, and now he felt like he was back at the beginning. When all he’d had was a name, and a place to go, and nothing else. He didn’t understand it. Had he been a bad boyfriend? A bad uncle? He knew his temper sometimes flared but...had he done something wrong for them to leave? 

What had he done? 

Saeris gripped the paper as he felt hot tears sting his eyes, Nara was not there right now, as she had gotten bigger she had begun to hunt on her own, returning three or four days to stay with him three or four days before going back out to hunt unless she was needed. She had left that morning. He began to pace, the letter placed next to Leona’s and he would walk up and down the entire cottage, reading them over and over until nothing made sense, trying to piece together. They spoke of love, of travel and of not belonging. They didn’t tell him how to fix it, how to repair whatever he had done to make his family leave him. 

Water my plants! 

Saeris absently flipped on the circulation system that kept the plants watered as long as they were gone, grabbing his bag and storming out of the house before he could wear a hole into the floor. He didn’t stop until he was at the door of the Wyrm, stalking inside and looking for the goblin that ran the establishment. 

“I nee’ th’ ring.” He said sharply, forcing his voice not to break. 

Greasenut raised a brow at him. “You ain’t drugged again are you?” he asked. “Not that I care about your well being but I wanna know what I’m gettin’ into y’know?”

The crimson haired quartermaster snorted. “No. I’m no’ drugged.” he pulled out a heavy satchel of gold. “Put tha’ as the pot, winner gets fifty thousan’ gold.” it was what he had been saving to take himself on a trip. This...this was the trip he needed right now. Mindless pain and fists and not thinking. 

It didn’t take Greasenut long to accept that, the bag was practically out of Saeris’s hand before he finished the word gold. In ten minutes the crimson lotus was back in the fighter pit, and while it was early, there was always someone who was willing to try and punch someone else for an exorbitant amount of money. This time was different, he would remember this, and he could leave at any time. He wasn’t chained, he wasn’t captured...he walked into the pit willingly, and he would either walk out willingly, or be carried out. Either way meant a break from the agony in his chest, a reprieve from trying to figure out how to make them come back. 

Love always, Rizzy

Love and kisses,  Leona

Saeris looked up at his first opponent. 

“You better make this good.” 

( @rizzythemonk @batandmole )

[yourplayersaidwhat]

"When all else fails, deck it in the face."

- my short-lived monk character

[thoughtsofacoolkid]

Reblog if you say "fuck" more than 5 times a day.

[rizzythemonk]

Patience

No one saw the monk come through the port. He had not been seen near the noodle vendor, nor his own home. He had not been at the purveyor’s office nor the docks; he was just suddenly and inexplicably on the upper deck of the Queen’s Gambit and calling out orders to the rig crew in a respectful calm that relayed seriousness without sounding harsh. Riz was topless, the black ink of his tattoos shifting like the reeds could really blow in the wind and the tiger licked its own paws clean of red coloring that had never been part of his artwork. He looked weathered, with bruises and light scratches that could have come from anywhere. The bounce and perk to his step was gone, instead replaced with silent footfalls like a graceful cat on the hunt. The only time it managed to return were brief moments he skirted around his captain to announce his presence. Just like the night he left Sunspire nearly a month ago he maintained a constant frown of disappointment. After Ilyea’s dice game he had stormed back to Saeris and in a tirade of frustration he had packed up the basics, kissed his boyfriend goodbye, and vanished.

It was hard being back with all the whispers. Even if he didn’t intend to step foot into the port itself, he could see people starting to mill about, others delivering the last of supplies glanced his way; word would spread that the Trade Prince was back. It would be back to suffering all lengths of indignity and moronic presence. Demands on his time and skills by people who frequently acted like they were magically better than him, but still required him. They could at least respect him in some fashion.

“I responded to an insult. Would you take insults from a stranger?”

Rizzy tilted his head, “I am right now.”

Riz took a deep breath, his fingers feeling over the pocket watch hidden on his person. It would have to be stored in the cabin before they left… but for now it was a guiding force. He was so close to getting what he wanted. Kurel knew the payment needed to come and once the man healed from whatever fray he had found in the rig master’s absence, he would make it known that his patience was politely coming to a conclusion. Just a little more patience.

The real question he started to consider, as the Gambit disembarked from Sunspire and he could handle ropes and sea like he was born to them, was what sort of leader he would be once his excuse to ingratiate himself wore off? He smiled and mislead, quietly bent over backwards to get where he needed to go, but who would Rizzy become when he didn’t need to anymore? Who was he really outside of begging and borrowing to make Sunspire great? Considering his mentors: Kurel, Saeris, Mavas, Vel… Sunspire might be better off the longer he strayed from its shore.

@kurel-andiel @crimsynlotus @velerodra

[crimsynlotus]

Despair

“Saeris can you...ensure her container of Sha is secure?”

He felt it in his skin, digging at it. The container had cracked, leaking over him and Saeris had felt the sudden sharp swooping sensation of cold flood his system like that day...he had sat beside Kurel then, almost needing to physically feel the heat emanating of the other elf to remind himself he was truthfully there. He no doubt looked ridiculous, and he could feel Kurel’s curious head gesture but he just continued to look down, trying to focus on the words as he scratched at his hand so hard it bled, just trying to get the last remnants away. 

By the time he left Erudition that evening, Saeris was exhausted. Pumpkins, the trip to Highmountain, possible phantom sigils, nothing made sense and he was distracted too much by Fiori and her Sha fear...he knew it intimately, and he felt sorry for whatever had happened to her. A heated shower usually made him feel better, but there was the feeling in his chest, a heavy darkness that he had felt before. Curling up in bed, Riz not there this evening, the monk closed his eyes, Nara’s weight behind him as she cheated and stole Riz’s spot for now barely bringing him warmth as he just lay there, letting his mind roil like a storm. 

He remembered this place. The Vengeance, rocking slowly on it’s journey back to Sunspire, the shores of Pandaria in the distance. He had stood at the wheel for nearly an entire day before Riz and the others had convinced him to rest, but Saeris hadn’t. He had sat on his bunk, staring blankly at the floor, shaking violently. He had turned away the mission, there had been nothing stating the crew...his crew now, would be picking these flowers encrusted in Sha energy. He had known very little about the Sha then, but he knew about Titans, about Gods and Loa, and until Seo-yun had come in to try and heal him, had cleansed him and let him fight for himself, that was who Saeris had turned to. He prayed, he begged, he snarled and snapped in a low voice to every being he could think of. Then he simply focused on Kurel...he prayed to Kurel, his friend, his ally...more than anything else his family. 

“What’s dead shoul’ stay dead.”

He had started saying that the second time. Saeris could feel the darkness in his heart, the anger as he read over his letter, handed a mantle and a ship, a crew, and a hole in his heart, in his soul, that still bled even to this day. He heard the voices, saying that Kurel had not truly come back, that it was a doppleganger, that it was some sort of monster they had accepted back as their Trade Lord. Saeris had silenced as many as he could, but he wondered...he wondered what had happened, what Mavas had done. He kept saying that phrase when others spoke of bringing back the dead, but no one truly understood what he meant. Even if Kurel was a monster, or completely different, having suffered through the fact Kurel had been dead twice now...having lost his family twice now, Saeris was fairly certain he couldn’t survive a third time. He had almost healed, he had felt his heart start to close up, but he had still prayed...when no one would be there, he had begged for him back. 

Twice now the Gods, or Loa, or whomever had responded to his prayers. They had brought Kurel back to him, to them, to the Vengeance and now the Gambit. Saeris wondered what he owed to them, truly. One did not get their wish granted for nothing, after all. One day he would have to pay, and it frightened him, deep down. What would they ask for? What did he have to sacrifice? What if it was his fault Kurel was...was wrong? What if he was a monster, and it was all Saeris’s fault...what if...what if...

Nara’s whimpers were becoming louder until she all out shriek barked into his ear, making Saeris jump and nearly fall off the bed. He stared at her in shock and confusion, but she just adamantly licked his face, whining at him and growling at him in worry as she continued to lick at him. Saeris tried to push her away but his arm caught his attention...his grey arm. 

“Shi’.” he cursed as he leapt out of bed, staggering but Nara was there, the huge direwolf balancing at his hip now, easily big enough to let him lean on her as she took lead, beginning to head for the door. He needed a healer...a cleanser. He wished Seo-yun was there suddenly...he was in trouble. He could hear the whispers, the darkness closing in as he could feel his own heavy blame, the fears and sadness magnified tenfold, threatening to consume him. 

“Nara...fin’ th’ cap’n...fin’...anyone.” he said to the direwolf, sliding slowly to the floor of the house he and Riz now shared. Nara whined at him, but nudged open the door, one last look before she was gone into the night to hunt someone to assist him. 

Saeris let out a slow breath, focusing on the weak chi magic he could call upon, letting it slide up his skin, slowing the Sha manifestation that threatened to consume him utterly. A temporary fix, but enough...he hoped Nara was fast, and he really hoped if Kurel was the one she found, he’d listen to her. The crimson haired elf closed his eyes, just laying flat on the floor. He stopped himself from wishing again...his salvation would come, or he’d pay his debt. That was how this was going to work from now on. 

@kurel-andiel @rizzythemonk