#leianna

[highasfantasy]

OSAS

The Sister Goddesses

By their Saiy names

Kadali

Simetra

Leianna, Kihyra, Zolana

By their Qaeti names

Zeruna

Mearis

Leianna, Nymm, Aethys

Ummmmandy’s Picrew.me

[sweeneyaliceofficialwriting]

Prompt: Spirits

Characters: Alejandro, Cezar, Leianna Ships: N/a

Alejandro stood frozen in place as he noticed his cat staring into the hallway.

His breathing slowed as he whispered, “Amigo, is it friendly?”

A loud laugh caused him to scream.

After a moment of relaxing, he turned to see the small 8 year old on the ceiling grumbling, “I hate you.”

Cezar continued to laugh loudly, “It isn’t my fault that you are easy to scare. I just lazer pointed your cat our here for a little fun.”

Alejandro angrily picked up his cat and slammed his door before sitting on his bed, “Amigo, next time, please tell me when you are playing and when it is a spirit.”

A soft voice whispered from behind him, “But what if it was a spirit the whole time?”

Alejandro let out another scream but quickly silenced as he turned glaring at Leianna, “How? When? My door was closed!”

Leianna giggled as she hugged him, “I was able to sneak in while you were yelling at Cezar. So, surprise!”

Alejandro groaned as he laid down flat on his rug in defeat as Leianna continued to giggle at his antics.

[paladin-andric]

Blackheart character appearances via games

Well, I’ve spent a lot of time making new characters and playing through Dark Souls with them, so in DS3 I figured why not make the crew from Blackheart? Obviously the non-humans weren’t feasible, so here’s the humans from the cast.

Alexander

Leianna

Lexius

Next up is Andric. I haven’t actually fully decided on what his armor looks like. It needs to be big and intimidating, but also heroic and graceful, him being a paladin and all. Here he is in what could be “formal wear” when he’s not in his suit:

(Ignore the “Young” age. He’s actually an old man, but picking anything but Young in DS3 turns your body into a flabby, wrinkly disaster so...*shrug*)

And here’s a set of armor I think might be a good starting point:

Paul’s a bit of a special case. There’s plenty of leather suits in Dark Souls, but there was nothing resembling his facemask (at least for males). I’ve pulled an example from Fable as to what his suit looks like:

His face mask only hides the mouth and nose, the upper part of his face and his head is uncovered.

Now obviously these aren’t perfect (Alexander’s was definitely the closest though, a simple suit of knight armor is hard to mess up). I’m using a limited roster of items from a videogame so of course things will be off. Alexander’s helmet is a close helm with a single visor instead of two eye holes (also I messed up and made his hair black instead of light brown, whoops). Leianna’s Armor is ALL wrong, it should be scale not plate. Lexius’ shield is much cruder in reality (shields were the biggest issue actually, none of them are very close to what I wanted). Paul’s suit is more simple and practical and less elaborate. I don’t know what’s going on with Andric so that’s my bad.

Still, I think this helps to paint a picture of them. I hope you found this interesting in some way!

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[paladin-andric]

Yo

Yo hold the phone

So I’m writing my WIP

I have Wurie, the wolfman guard

I have Leianna the Cleric, who’s currently bedridden

I have a golden opportunity to make them jokingly quote Little Red Riding Hood

…

I have to take this

I guess Little Red Riding Hood just exists in the world of Deaco

I’m not sorry

[paladin-andric]

Character Bio: Leianna, Cleric of The Order of God

The girl wandered through the forest, aimless and sobbing. Tears stained her shirt and coated her face.

It had been a day. She was hungry, thirsty, and so very tired.

Her trek continued, still without goal or focus, aside from a single mission; get as far away from the mob as possible.

Finally, overwhelmed with exhaustion and grief, she collapsed. The girl continued wailing, balled up on the cold forest ground.

“Why?! Why me?!” She screamed, sorrow and terror slicing through the silence of the forest, “What did I do?! Why did you do it?!”

The girl’s cries echoed as she continued her breakdown, paralyzed by pain and fear.

“This is it,” she thought, “I’m going to die.”

Suddenly, she felt a hand on her shoulder.

It couldn’t be. No, it wasn’t possible! She ran so far! They CAN’T be here!

As her tear-stained face shot up, a brief sense of confusion filled her.

A priest? What was a priest doing here?

The woman’s face was full of worry and concern. She was covered in black robes, traditional Order attire for priests and priestesses.

“Are you okay, child?” The girl shook her head.

“T-They want to kill me. T-They’re gonna get me. Don’t let them get me.”

The holy woman wrapped her arms around the girl possessively.

“They won’t. I promise.”

“T-They won’t stop. They want me to die.”

“Who? Who wants to hurt you?” The woman asked softly.

“T-Theodore. The count.”

The priestesses’ eyes widened. “THAT Theodore?! Why in the world is he after a sweet young girl like you?”

“His son. His son. His son.”

The woman frowned. “What happened? What happened to the heir?”

The girl shook her head. “H-He, he tried, he tried...he was going to...the cliff. He wanted to hurt me. It was self-defense. I had to.“

The woman stroked the young girl’s hair. “Shush, shush...it’s okay, everything is going to be okay.”

“N-No,” the girl continued, “Everyone wants me to die. I can’t go back. I can’t go anywhere.”

“There is a place...” the woman looked into the girl’s eyes. “Come to the temple with me. We will take care of you.”

“B-But...why?”

The holy woman smiled. “The innocent or conflicted have not hearts of darkness. So then you shall aid the wrongly accused. The ones full of regret. Those seeking redemption and atonement. A single spark shall ignite the hearts of the pure. So the sacred book reads.”

After a pause, the woman continued, “Life is a candle to the kingdom of God, and he will not allow yours to be snuffed out.”

The girl’s eyes widened. Rendered silent and awestruck, she could only offer a nod.

The woman picked up the girl, stood up, and began marching back to the temple.

A new daughter of light had been born.

Leianna was born to a small peasant family in the city of Deepwell. With little to occupy her time aside from work, the girl often went into the fields outside the city to play.

From early on in her childhood, the son of the Count of Deepwell, Samuel, had antagonized her. Cruel and arrogant, the young noble bullied the girl relentlessly. She was told by all to endure it, for he was of noble blood, and above her station.

She ignored this. One day, while in the markets, she tripped the boy and shoved his face in the muddy dirt, laughing at him.

Their next encounter outside of town was fatal.

Fuming with rage, he beat Leianna and dragged her to a nearby cliff, in an attempt to send her to her death.

With her life on the line, she did the only thing she could think of.

She bit him. She bit him so hard his gripped loosened just enough for her to break free.

The two wrestled on the edge of the cliff, fury egging one on, and self-preservation fueling the other.

Finally, Leianna gained the upper hand. Samuel staggered. With only a moment to act, the girl made a snap decision.

She shoved him.

The boy went tumbling off the cliff, slamming into the sharp rocky lands below.

He was dead.

Leianna didn’t know what to do. She tried to explain what happened in the city, just barely escaping when a mob of thugs and guards came after her.

Running as far as her legs would take her, Leianna fled into the forests for a day straight before collapsing.

Almost as if by a miracle, a priestess found the girl and ushered her to her temple.

The priests and clerics raised the girl, all keeping silent about her to any visitors.

Leianna became genuinely interested and invested in The Order, and God. Feeling as though God had intervened that day, she slowly grew more and more devoted.

Growing older, she expressed a desire to become a member of the church. The holy men and women welcomed her, and she began training to become a cleric. She learned how to pray properly, feel God’s presence, heal the sick and injured, and sense demons and evil.

Alongside this, she became a skilled warrior, heavily armored and experienced in using the mace.

Now fully grown, Leianna devoted herself fully to The Order. She became an active agent, first to volunteer when rumors of cults, monsters and demons lurking the lands popped up.

She fought many beasts and evildoers, though she only came in contact with a demon once. The beast was the most terrifying thing she had ever faced. In moment of weakness, she hesitated in battle, leading to the death and reanimation of one of the other clerics.

Snapping into a fury, she struck down the undead cleric with divine magic, and led the rest of the holy warriors to victory against the unholy beast.

The Great Exodus passed Leianna by with some resentment. One of the priests, a young Reptilian, was dragged from the temple by soldiers, wailing that the temple was his home, and its members his brothers and sisters. Leianna tried to intervene, but was beaten into unconsciousness by the soldiers. She never forgave the king for this. The church was now above the kingdom in importance and authority, at least to her.

Leianna spoke foully of the king regularly, even around visitors. It was enough for the priests to raise concern, though she never cared. Other chapters of The Order were destroyed for resisting the edict. The king could deal with mean people hurting his feelings.

Soon, the news came. A black fog surrounded Palethorn, the city the non-humans were exiled to. Soldiers and holy men were sent, only to never return.

Leianna volunteered to investigate. Feeling a base need to help the people of the city, as well as an eagerness to prove herself, she quickly prepared to leave. The Order personally afforded her a large amount of supplies, medicine, and potions, eager to see the ungodly fog vanish.

Venturing into the city, she was set upon by a horrific demon that her mace and holy magic couldn’t harm. She held it off until she saw an opportunity to get by, and she ran into the city.

After some time wandering, she met a group of birdmen scavenging. They led her back to the Citadel, an underground base of operations for the survivors of the demonic scourge.

It’s been a week since Leianna first arrived. A priest, a bounty hunter, and a knight wandered into the city as well. Though he WAS sent by the king, the knight seemed pure of heart and intention, so she could trust him.

Now trapped in the demon-ruined city, Leianna fights for all that is good and holy in a place oppressively dark and tainted. The Cleric is a beacon of light in a world of darkness, one of a small group that is the land’s final hope.

She’s convinced everything’s going to turn out just fine.

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[paladin-andric]

Blackheart, Chapter 7, Part 1 (Lowly Times)

Alexander looked up at the sky. Twilight shone down through the hole in the sewers, casting a dim light on the Citadel. How could things have gone so wrong?

A dragon, of all things, had been felled by the enemy. It lay helpless in the Citadel, babbling about Alexander being his ‘father’. The priest and cleric, two specialists in healing and warding evil, were bedridden, unable to assist in the battle against the demons. The knight’s only help was currently an overly emotional kobold who harbored delusions of heroism.

What in the world could be done?

Alexander couldn’t go up to the surface like this. He was having doubts. Losing his focus, thinking about how terrible the situation was. He would get sloppy, and without backup…

It would only be a matter of time until something got me.

He didn’t want to waste yet more time sitting around doing nothing, but this quest could only be undertaken once. If he got himself killed, that was it. The fog would blanket the whole world in darkness.

Alexander decided he had no choice but to cool his heels at the Citadel until the holy warriors and dragon were better.

It had been a day since the group returned, half dead, to the Citadel. Alexander had spent most of the time in the medical tent, with Lexius and Leianna. He was confident their magic had kept Tourthun safe, but he worried that they pushed themselves to the brink doing it.

Of course, he took breaks to check on Tourthun, but the dragon appeared fine. He had been asleep, snoring loudly since he first started resting.

For now Alexander sat in a small wooden chair. Next to him were two beds, with Lexius and Leianna lying in them, wearing nothing more than simple linens.

The priest looked gaunt and sickly. His face was white as the sheets he was lying in and his cheeks were sunken. His breaths were slow and labored. The knight couldn’t believe Lexius managed to push himself this close to death’s door.

Leianna looked as though she was faring better. She was pale and sweating, but she looked like had little more than a small fever.

The noise of the tent flap moving snapped Alexander out of his daydreams. A shellback entered the tent, a backpack full of what Alexander assumed to be medical supplies hung on his shell.

The shellbacks were bipedal turtles, native to the swamplands east of the human Kingdom of Geralthin. They were quite friendly and peaceful, only getting into conflict with Geralthin twice in their entire history.

The shellbacks were known for their spirituality and affinity for crafting medicine. They often became healers, be it through holy magic or herbalism. They also pioneered new directions for surgery, considered extremely dangerous beforehand, and made the practice much more nuanced and successful.

“How are they?” Alexander probed.

The shellback looked at the knight, calm and reassuring. “We have done all that can be done for now. They are safe. They just need some time to recover from the...strenuous act they have undergone. I assure you they will be back on their feet in due time.”

Relief washed over Alexander. He had been told the same thing from all the other healers, but the shellback seemed so relaxed, so sure of himself. The creature’s confidence rubbed off on the knight.

“Of course. Thank you for your hard work.” The shellback smiled and nodded at Alexander, seeming satisfied.

“It’s nothing, really! Just repaying the folks doing right by us.” The large turtle checked over Lexius, lifting the priest up into a sitting position as he carefully poured some water into his mouth.

Alexander was about to respond when the tent opened again. Senci peeked his head in, eyes locking on Alexander.

“Can, err, can I, uh...you know?”

Alexander raised his brows. “Hmm? Can you what?”

Senci grinned nervously. “Come in? I’m not intruding, am I?”

Alexander laughed. “No, no, come in.”

The kobold perked up, stepping into the tent and looking at Lexius and Leianna. His gaze turned to the shellback, and he quickly waved. “Er, hello.”

The shellback lowered Lexius and smiled at Senci. “Greetings. I was just on my way out...” the turtle slowly lumbered out of the tent.

“So, so how are-how are, uh, I mean...are they okay?” Senci stared at Alexander worriedly. The knight nodded.

“They’re fine. Just need time to rest. I’m sure everything will turn out alright. Just relax.”

Senci smiled. “Aha, of course! I mean, I’m just, you know...you saw what happened. It just looked like they...went through a lot.”

Alexander nodded. “I was there, Senci. Trust me, I know...but these two are tough. They’ve already won the battle for their lives, and they’re gonna get back out there as soon as they can. You think one little brush with death is enough to keep us down?”

“Hey…”

The hoarse whisper made Alexander jump. A weak voice from behind the knight made him whirl around.

Leianna lay in bed, eyes a sliver, a weak smile on her lips.

“...that’s my line.”

“Leianna!” Alexander exclaimed, eyes wide as the cleric focused her gaze on Senci.

“Lizard. Get me some wine.”

“Wine?” Senci tilted his head and glanced over at Alexander.

“Yes.” An uneasy silence filled the room.

Leianna grimaced. “What are you waiting for? Go!”

“O-okay.” The kobold hurried out of the tent, flustered.

“What in the hell are you doing?” Alexander asked, “You should be resting. Not getting drunk.”

“Can’t I do both?” The cleric asked, voice low.

“You should be drinking water. You’re pale and sweating all over. You won’t get better dehydrated like that.”

Leianna groaned. “Hard drink dulls the senses...and I’m in a lot of pain right now.”

Alexander crossed his arms and shook his head. “I can’t believe this.”

“What? It’s hard to get back to sleep with all the aches and sores.”

Alexander rolled his eyes. “Fine, but you’d better wash it down with some water-”

The tent flap opened once more as Senci hurriedly moved to Leianna’s side, holding up a bottle of expensive looking wine, with a cursive handwritten label.

The cleric sloppily grabbed the bottle and brought it to her lips, guzzling the wine down thirstily.

Alexander put his hands on his hips. Ridiculous…

The cleric finally put the bottle on the table next to her, taking a deep breath out.

“Ahh, much better...mmm, rich. Thank you, Senci.”

The kobold smiled. “Of course!”

Senci’s smile faltered as he shot a questioning look at Alexander, who simply shrugged.

“Hey, uh, Senci,” The knight rubbed his chin, “You think you could get us some help with Tourthun? Think you know any herbalists or healers among the beasts?”

Senci frowned. “Hmm...I mean, I could ask the elder, I guess...maybe one of the Philanthropists knows about herbs?”

The knight smiled. “Good thinking. Can you ask? I’ll be with you in a moment.”

Senci rubbed his arm. “O-oh! Okay, uh, well, I uh, I guess I’ll...just be going.” After a brief silence, he waved, stepping out of the tent. “Get well, Leianna!”

“Thanks, lizard!” Leianna smiled, “Good luck with the big guy!”

Leianna looked back over at Alexander as the tent flap closed. “So...how goes it?” The knight wondered what to even respond with.

“How...goes it? We’re trapped in a corrupted hellscape with half of our team bedridden. Not well.”

Leianna rolled her eyes. “Don’t be such a worrywart. We all made it, didn’t we? Tourthun was toast, but we pulled him back from death anyway. We’re doing pretty great if you ask me.”

“Leianna…”

“Oh, don’t start,” the cleric groaned, “It’s better than it looks. We’ll bounce back, and be at the demons’ throats in no time.”

The knight’s eyes drooped. He sighed and shook his head, voice flat. “Yeah. Sure. I’m sure we will.”

Leianna cracked a smile. “Hah! You liar. You don’t believe a word of that. That’s good, though. If you keep telling yourself a lie, you’ll start to believe it. Besides…”

Leianna shifted in her bed, groaning. “...it won’t be a lie once I’m up and about.”

Alexander crossed his arms. He was sure she’d get better of course, but how long would that take? What about Lexius? The man looked like he was in a coma.

Pushing the thoughts out of his head, Alexander nodded. “Alright, but if you want to get up and help, you’d better remember what I said! Lots of water and rest, you hear?”

The cleric rolled her eyes. “Okay, father.”

Alexander put his hands on his hips. “Leianna!”

“Yeah, yeah, I know, I know. I’m just messing with you. Not much else I can do like this anyway…” Leianna paused. “So what’s your plan? You going back out? You can’t just be hanging around waiting for us. The monk’s gonna be out for a long time.”

Alexander shrugged. “I...I really don’t think going it alone is a good idea.”

“You’ve got the little guy.”

Alexander sighed. “I do, don’t I?”

Leianna frowned. “You don’t think he’s capable?”

The knight tapped his sides nervously. “I, well...I mean...he’s well trained. I just...don’t think he’s...enough to push through the city with. I’d rather have a team.”

“Two’s plenty a team!” Leianna exclaimed, stopping to clear her throat. “Besides, you came alone, didn’t you? Don’t think about it as being at half manpower, think of it as being twice what you started with!”

Alexander tilted his head. “That’s...not wrong...”

“Besides,” the cleric continued, “Everyone’s counting on you. With each passing day, the demons grow in strength. If you can’t get to the Blackheart, at least scout a bit, yeah?”

Alexander nodded. “Yes, that makes sense. Okay, I’ll head out with Senci soon. I do want to check up on Tourthun though. He’s been saying some...strange things.”

Leianna laughed, immediately groaning in pain. “Agh, my chest...ugh. Hah, I was half out during that, but I know what you mean. Go ahead, check up on how your son’s doing.”

Alexander grimaced. “It isn’t funny...something’s seriously wrong with him.”

“Ah, well what can be done? Maybe the little guy pulled though. You should check if he got someone to help.”

“Right,” Alexander said, “I certainly hope so. Having a dragon in our...arsenal is a blessing.” The cleric laughed softly to herself.

“Lord in heaven, deliver us dragonbreath most sacred, amen,” She said, sweeping her arms dramatically.

“Well, I’ll be off, then. Rest easy.” The knight waved and turned to leave.

“Hey, Alexander…”

“Hmm?”

“Don’t doubt the lizard. He’s tougher than he looks. Or sounds. Or acts. Trust me. I know he seems like just a kid, but...he’s something special, I’m sure of it.”

Alexander smiled. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you had feelings for him!”

“Oh, go to hell.”

The knight grinned. “Well, actually…”

“I’ll throw this wine at you!” Leianna yelled hoarsely, picking up and waving the bottle.

Alexander chuckled. “Alright, alright, I got the message. I’ll put a little faith in Senci, promise.”

The knight stepped through the tent flap and looked over his shoulder. “Goodbye, then.”

“If you run into trouble, you know where to find me,” Leianna said, smirking.

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Hey, so this was kind of weird for me to write. I don’t do many dialogue-heavy scenes, so writing this break was new to me. Still, I kind of absolutely love Leianna now. Lemme know what you think.

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[paladin-andric]

Blackheart, Chapter 6, Part 3 of 5

Lexius sighed and wiped his forehead. The priest was panting and heaving.

“Ah...t-thank you…”

Senci smiled. “Don’t worry about it! We’ve got your back!” Leianna nodded and gave the priest a thumbs up.

Alexander turned to face Tourthun. The dragon was wiping his hand on the ground, leaving streaks of blood along the stone street. He wore a displeased grimace.

“Thank you. I wasn’t expecting that many.” Tourthun looked up at the knight and quickly cast his gaze back down.

“Ah, well, neither was I. I suppose that was my bad. I should have foreseen the market square to be an...especially populated area.” The dragon absentmindedly clawed at the ground.

“No matter. We’re all here now. What’s next?”

“Next, my friend, I shall take to the skies.” Tourthun turned to look behind him. “I flew through the city once and a demon followed me to my sanctuary. Who knows what they have planned now that I have escaped? I have to...survey. If they have some kind of trap set for me, you would surely fall to your death riding me.”

“And that is why you didn’t want to ride to the Blackheart.” Alexander said knowingly.

“Correct. At least partially so. We still do not know what we have to do to destroy that portal. I would assume it is immune to physical harm. If we went there we would be swarmed by all of Hell itself while we tried to work out what to do. We must track that sorcerer.”

“How do we know who to look for?” Senci quipped nervously.

“He’s right. What did the sorcerer look like? Any glaring traits at all?” Alexander crossed his arms, eager for some information on who they were tracking. Tourthun tapped his claws on the ground as his face scrunched up in thought.

“Hmm...well, it was definitely a sorcerer, no mistaking that. I think human. Had pale skin, no fur or scales or anything of the sort. Probably from outside the city. Purple robes with a hood.”

“You said ‘her’ before, correct?” Tourthun nodded.

“I got a brief glance at the sorcerer’s face before she teleported. It was feminine. I think. I had only a second’s glance from the skies. I apologize, but by the time I realized what was happening she was already vanishing into thin air.”

“Wow, pretty lucky you got a look at her face at all,” Leianna said, arms folded.

“Ah, well...that was because she looked at me.”

“Looked at you?” Tourthun nodded at the knight.

“Mhm, that is right. Right before she vanished she turned around and looked right at me. Her eyes, they were...well, I felt as though she was staring into my very soul.”

“Ominous,” Leianna said, frowning. The dragon merely grunted in response. He looked more than a little worried after recounting his meeting with the mysterious woman.

The dragon eventually shook his head. “Regardless, I need to check that our surroundings are safe before I can take you further into the city. I shall return in a moment.”

Alexander shrugged. “Sure, we’ll wait here. Be safe.”

“You, too.”

Tourthun launched himself into the air and took off, wings flapping. The dragon ascended higher and higher, eventually settling into place high up in the sky.

The group stared at Tourthun as he began to slowly move around, looking back and forth at the streets below. It looked like he was searching for something.

But what? Alexander asked himself. Just what is he so afraid of?

Just as the knight started thinking of the possibilities, a thunderous explosion made him reflexively cover his ears. Looking up at the sky, Alexander’s eyes widened as a massive beam of magic tore through the skies. The beam was coming from somewhere else in the city, and was a dark grey color. From his limited knowledge on magic, it looked like it was something from the School of Death.

The beam of energy shot straight through Tourthun, clearly intended for him. The dragon roared as the beam sent him flying backwards with terrible force. The group of survivors could only watch in horror as Tourthun came barrelling towards the earth, not showing any signs of life.

The dragon flew down towards the city like a rock from a trebuchet, not resisting the descent in the slightest. Alexander’s heart almost stopped as it seemed like he was going to land right on top of him, but the dragon rocketed past him, going back towards where they came from.

A loud crash shook the very earth as Tourthun crashed to the ground.

“After him!” Alexander ran towards where the dragon had crashed, gesturing for the rest of the group to follow him, who were still staring silently, mouths agape.

The knight sprinted as quickly as his gear would let him, hearing the telltale sounds of metal clanging behind him. Good, the others were coming along.

Coming into one of the side streets, Alexander stopped short as he saw Tourthun.

The dragon was halfway through a house, having completely leveled it from slamming into it. He lay on his side, eyes closed, motionless.

What really stole the knight’s attention however, was the dragon’s stomach. A gaping hole made the giant beast’s insides easily visible. Blood was steadily pouring out of the wound, but the worst part was the wound itself. The skin and scales around the hole the magic tore open was blackened. The area just surrounding the wound looked like it was dissolving, the skin simply fading away as the blackness around the wound slowly spread.

“Oh my God!” Lexius sprinted to the dragon’s side, quickly kneeling and examining the injury.

Senci screamed in terror, nearly tripping over his own feet as he rushed over. He tried to shake the dragon’s head, tears in his eyes.

“Tourthun! Come on, wake up! Tourthun! Wake up!” The kobold was sobbing now, on his knees as Alexander came over and put a hand on his shoulder.

“Please…”

Leianna moved to help Lexius with his examination, quickly crouching beside him. Alexander pulled Senci into a hug. The kobold continued crying, but didn’t resist.

“How’s it looking back there?” Alexander glanced over his shoulder.

“Bad,” Leianna stated bluntly, “This is, bar none, the worst injury I’ve ever seen.”

“And yet he lives still,” Lexius muttered, “I’m surprised honestly. I thought he was dead on impact. This is a horrific wound.”

“See, Senci?” Alexander patted the kobold on the back. “He’s okay, we just have to patch him up.”

Lenianna grimaced. “Uhh...I don’t think it’s going to be that simple.”

“Why not?” Alexander squinted at the healers.

“Negative energy,” Lexius answered, “Magic from the School of Death. This was a necrosis beam.”

“N-Necrosis?” Senci looked up questioningly, sniffling.

“Necrosis, the skin and organs being eaten away at.” Lexius said with some trepidation. “This foul magic utilizes it to quite a frightening extent. His body is being slowly consumed by the dark magic.”

“You healed Senci’s wounds. Can you save him?” Alexander looked at the two holy warriors, resolute. Leianna bit her lip.

“This is no sword cut...” Leianna said warily.

“That’s not what I asked.”

“You have to understand, healing magic isn’t just something you can use. You must offer your-”

“Can. You. Save him?” Alexander’s voice was stern and unwavering.

Lexius looked at Leianna sorrowfully, nodding in stoic acceptance.

“It is our duty, sister.” Leianna frowned at the priest, slowly lowering her head and sighing.

“We can only try,” Leianna offered. Alexander nodded.

“Do it.”

The cleric looked at Tourthun’s chest, very slowly rising and falling. The two seemed to have reservations with saving this dragon.

“Please, Tourthun, you have to pull through. Don’t let this go to waste. Do it for us, okay?”

“What is going on?” Alexander asked, frustrated. “Why are you acting like this is some big ask?”

“Because it is.”

With those words, Lexius put his hands over the gaping hole and began chanting in prayer. Leianna quickly joined in, moving her hands over the left side of the injury.

Alexander patted Senci’s back. “See, Senci? They’re gonna help him. Everything’s going to be okay.”

“R-Really…?”

Alexander smiled. “Sure. You’ll see.”

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[paladin-andric]

★ ★ ★ :D

Thanks! I’ll be using my characters from my current WIP, Blackheart

Alexander: Back during the Dexiul Uprising, Alexander was in charge of a division of knights that got caught behind enemy lines in the middle of battle. He was the only one that survived until the cavalry broke through and saved him. He hasn’t been the same since.

Leianna: For a cleric, she sure doesn’t seem to care about “being proper”. A holy woman using gallows humor and joking about what seems like an apocalypse rubs a lot of people the wrong way, but why should she care? She’s doing the dirty work all the other priests are afraid to.

Tourthun: This dragon harbors a bit of Stockholm Syndrome for humans. Originally forced out of the kingdom during the Great Exile, he was angry at first…but after being in isolation for so long, he nearly went mad from loneliness. When humans entered his home for the first time since he left, he was ecstatic that he finally had people to talk to, putting the exile completely behind him. The fact they saved him from a demon helps.