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Kristy

The Characters:

Tobias Orindel – played by Adam
Vashvari Gahnalende – played by Mike
Ichtaca Ollin – played by Jared
NPC’s – played by Kristy

The Scene:

Professor Jennish and his daughter Lyda have arrived in time to help Tobias and Ichtaca with their near-fatal battle at the docks. The aquatic aberrant creatures are routed for now, and the group pauses for a moment to patch up wounds and catch their breath. They don’t have long. The two heathfolk came here seeking their help, some sort of monster is attacking the uppermost level of Abríanach’s main library, the museum, where the meteor was moved earlier today. Athelsheth and Lyda were in his quarters in a nearby building when they heard the news. Neither has seen the creature, but they were told that the terrified university guards have sealed the entire floor, trapping several people inside. As soon as the father and daughter have finished tending to the others, it will be time to head out. Vash may arrive at any moment during this conversation.
Jennish applies the living woundpatch to Ichtaca’s mangled mouth, wincing at the extent of the damage. He looks more disheveled than normal, and is wearing a thick flannel bathrobe over his clothing, and is trying hard to remain calm as he works. “Don’t worry, my friend. This little creature will knit your skin together in an almost seamless fashion. You may have some scarring, but hopefully not too bad. Unless you want me to leave more scars? Impress the ladies?”
Lyda, her dark hair wet from a recent bath, is now clean and dressed in fresh clothing. She slides her smoking pistols into leather hip holsters, then pulls out a bandages and salves from a fat beltpouch. She pushes Tobias down to sit on a crate, wipes away ichor from his face and neck, and removes what is left of his shirt before she begins tending the multiple long slashes and gouging sucker wounds across his chest and torso. She says nothing, avoiding his eyes as she works.


Adam

After a long, awkward silence, Tobias looks down at Lyda. “Thank you for coming. Those… whatever they were, they just about did us in.”


Kristy

“If I’d known you were in trouble, I’d have been here much sooner.” Damp curls hang over her face, hiding her expression as she works. “These creatures weren’t just hacked up with weapons, you know. You did something to them, to the men at the clinic.” She looks up now, her smoky green eyes direct. " I know there’s something different about you. Why lie about it?"


Adam

Tobias looks over at Professor Jennish and Ichtaca, making sure they won’t hear when he lowers his voice. “Look,” he whispers, “okay, yes, there’s something different about me. I’m not sure what it is, I think it’s some sort of psionics, but I’m the only… well, I’m one of two that I’ve met.” He glances over at the other two again. “I didn’t want you to know, or to tell anyone, because… well, people don’t really understand psionics. I know I don’t. People here are okay with divine magics, and more or less okay with the arcane, but psionics are really misunderstood, and I don’t know how people would react.”


Kristy

A flash of interest lights up her face for a moment, but she answers quietly. “Psionics? Are you sure? I’ve heard of them, read about them, but no one I know’s ever seen one.” She plucks several shark-like teeth from a deep a sucker wound with some tweezers, then applies a salve that dulls the pain. “I won’t say a thing, of course, but my father wouldn’t think less of you. Quite the opposite, you know that. And who cares what everyone else thinks?” She smiles up at him, taps his chest softly with a slender finger. “It’s what’s in here that matters!”


Adam

Tobias’ fingers lightly graze her cheek and chin, and then pull her face up to his and he kisses her lightly. “Thank you,” he says with a small smile. He then moves to stand, but hesitates, and sighs deeply. “Since I’m telling you this… there’s something else you should probably know.”


Kristy

She flushes deeply, glancing over at her father to be sure he didn’t notice. They are partially shielded by the crates, Jennish’s attention is fully on Ichtaca’s torn face, but she moves a bit further out of sight, hands pressing down on Tobias’s shoulders to keep him from rising. “Don’t get up, I’m not done yet.” She stammers, fumbling the bandages as she pulls more out, then dropping her kit entirely.


Adam

“Well, look, you should know, when I said… you remember I said that I only knew of two people with psionic… tendencies, right?”


Kristy

“You and the man who taught you? A secretive sort, I assume?” She’s still stammering awkwardly, scrabbling about on hands and knees to retrieve her scattered tools.


Adam

“No,” he says, trying to meet her gaze and not succeeding very well, “nobody taught me. I’ve been pretty much in the dark about it the whole time, trying to figure it out on my own.”


Kristy

“Sounds scary.” She collects the loose objects haphazardly into the bulging bag and returns to his wounds, blushing again as she has to reach around him to properly wrapping him with bandages.


Adam

“It was you.”


Kristy

She pulls back a little, raising an eyebrow. “Wait, what are you talking about?”


Adam

“I’ve felt it a couple of times now, but especially strong last night, when we stood by the fallen star. I could feel psionic energy coming from you. It confused and even frightened me, because I’d never felt it before.” He shifts under her gaze now, suddenly uncomfortable again.

“I didn’t really want to say anything,” he says with a sigh. “It’s just… obviously we’re going up against something bigger than what we’re seeing. And, hell, what we’re seeing is bad enough! We need to have every defense at our disposal. And, besides that… it’s a part of you, whether you want it to be or not, and you should know that.”


Kristy

She grows pale, her hands shaking as she finishes the last of the bandages. “Gods, you’re serious, aren’t you?” She stands up, brushing of her trousers and pulling him fully behind the crates. She looks absolutely terrified,trembling, whispering so softly she’s barely audible. " The headaches… is… is my head going to explode or something?"


Adam

“Calm down.” Tobias grabs her hand and pulls her back down. “You already felt the effects of it?”


Kristy

“I don’t know. I’ve been having these awful headaches. Nothing worked on them, it felt like my brain was pounding out of my skull.” He can feel her trembling. “Gods, I’m a doctor, not some sort of wizard.”


Adam

“I remember the headaches, the awful, skull-splitting pain,” Tobias says, putting his hand on her shoulder. “It’ll pass before too long. It must be only just waking up.”


Kristy

“It’s just so hard to believe. When I was a little girl, my father tested me. For any level of magical talent. Nothing. And now…wait.” She sits down beside him, still unconsciously holding his hand, still trembling, but starting to look a bit excited as well. “My patients. They’re doing better than anyone else’s at the clinic, better by far. Do you think that’s related?”


Adam

“It’s pretty likely,” Tobias says. “Then again, maybe you’re just a much better doctor than the others.”


Kristy

She laughs a little and looks out to the lake for a thoughtful moment, then down. “You know, the men who attacked the clinic. The ones I… I shot. I’ve never killed anyone before.” He can’t see her eyes, but a tear slides down her cheek.


Jared

As professor Jennish is fixing Ictaca’s face he responds, “No scars on the face professor, please. Scars are fine anywhere but the face. Scars on the face just make you ugly while scars elsewhere show battle strength. As the spirit elders say, ‘A man must make his own arrows’”. Ictaca nods his head with pride, feeling that his has expounded great wisdom on the professor.


Kristy

“I see.” Jennish wipes his hands on his beard, then cuts a slightly larger mouth hole in the amoeba-like organism he has applied to Ichtaca’s lower face. “Your elders are wise.” He moves around the much larger human, cleaning the largest wound, a gash across his back, then opens another small tincture and spreads a numbing salve over it. “Heathfolk sayings aren’t nearly as colorful as your own, I must confess. Do they have any ancient wisdom on wooing the fairer sex?”


Adam

Tobias looks down and sighs deeply. “I know what you mean. The other day, at the fires… I didn’t even mean… and then at the clinic. I tried to subdue people rather than kill them, but I…” He looks up at her again, his eyes tired. “I’m new to that side of things as well.”


Kristy

She squeezes his hand and smiles a little at that, then scoots over and leans against him, her head on his shoulder. He notices again the scent of her, vanilla and spices.
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Kristy

Ok, all, this ended in session. Ichtaca dispensed further nonsensical wisdom about women, but the moment that Jennish was done patching Ichtaca’s face, Tobias and Lyda ended their brief romantic moment and the four heroes ran to save the University! Action points for each of you, I enjoyed this one!

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