the wounds are open and bleeding out
The Taliesins do not usually take to the shores of Torchline during Longnight. The time has always been one of trauma for Ronin, and while no monsters roam the streets or tap at doors and try to tempt people out to their doom, the endless dark is always disquieting to him. He has only left the Northaven for supplies, in fact, intending to cut across the beach directly into Haulani and back again without pause. It's the merriment of the bonfires, the music and the songs that have him walking rather than flying in the first place, though his attention is soon stolen by the sight of people running across the sand towards the very edge of the beach.
Brow furrowing, he alters course automatically, almost able to feel it like a physical presence these days, the way panic and tension makes the air turn sour. A crowd is gathering around someone who has fallen, though people part for him as he steps closer, and not just because they recognise the Knight as someone who comes to help. No, there's something like fear and grief on their faces, though Ronin can't imagine why, until--
He sees her.
"...Seren?"
Whispering her name, Ronin closes the distance between them in just a few strides, the crowd opening around him so he might reach her more quickly. "Seren, hey, what's--"
He touches her, and she's cold. Gods, she's so fucking cold.
Shrugging out of his coat automatically to drape it over her, Ronin has noticed, somewhere deep inside where a part of him has already begun to rot with it, that her eyes are open and unblinking. Glassy, staring at nothing. "No," he says softly, and already he's fumbling in his pockets for something and a radiant light is beginning to gather in his chest. "No, this is... you'll be alright."
Tossing the Seal of the Duke into the air at the same time as the healing power of his Smite roars forth, he doesn't waste time telling those gathered around him to cover their eyes. They shouldn't be standing around and looking anyway - they ought to be getting help and doing something. "Someone go to the infirmary," he calls. "Get a medic."
Ronin (uselessly) uses:
Magic: Smite | A blast of radiant light emanates from Ronin in a 60ft radius. Any allies engulfed by the light are healed, whilst any enemies take damage (Mastered healing/damage). Has a two post cooldown.
Type: Light | Rank: Mastered
Type: Light | Style: Defensive | Level: Mastered
Seal of the Duke | An intricate brooch decorated with a spray of constellations. When thrown into the air, creates a 30ft dome of starlight that heals all those within for 30pts per round, and damages all enemies within for 30pts. The dome is opaque from the outside-in, obscuring all those within and making attacks roll with disadvantages. Lasts 3 rounds, with a 3-round cool down.
Brow furrowing, he alters course automatically, almost able to feel it like a physical presence these days, the way panic and tension makes the air turn sour. A crowd is gathering around someone who has fallen, though people part for him as he steps closer, and not just because they recognise the Knight as someone who comes to help. No, there's something like fear and grief on their faces, though Ronin can't imagine why, until--
He sees her.
"...Seren?"
Whispering her name, Ronin closes the distance between them in just a few strides, the crowd opening around him so he might reach her more quickly. "Seren, hey, what's--"
He touches her, and she's cold. Gods, she's so fucking cold.
Shrugging out of his coat automatically to drape it over her, Ronin has noticed, somewhere deep inside where a part of him has already begun to rot with it, that her eyes are open and unblinking. Glassy, staring at nothing. "No," he says softly, and already he's fumbling in his pockets for something and a radiant light is beginning to gather in his chest. "No, this is... you'll be alright."
Tossing the Seal of the Duke into the air at the same time as the healing power of his Smite roars forth, he doesn't waste time telling those gathered around him to cover their eyes. They shouldn't be standing around and looking anyway - they ought to be getting help and doing something. "Someone go to the infirmary," he calls. "Get a medic."
Ronin (uselessly) uses:
Magic: Smite | A blast of radiant light emanates from Ronin in a 60ft radius. Any allies engulfed by the light are healed, whilst any enemies take damage (Mastered healing/damage). Has a two post cooldown.
Type: Light | Rank: Mastered
Type: Light | Style: Defensive | Level: Mastered
Seal of the Duke | An intricate brooch decorated with a spray of constellations. When thrown into the air, creates a 30ft dome of starlight that heals all those within for 30pts per round, and damages all enemies within for 30pts. The dome is opaque from the outside-in, obscuring all those within and making attacks roll with disadvantages. Lasts 3 rounds, with a 3-round cool down.
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