The Cracking Ice - Chapter 1

Chay complies and takes a seat, trying not to stare at the massive maul.

The short magic-smelling man, Danny "Doom" Lawrence, nods at Tipolei and comes forth. You can tell by the way he walks he likely has something similar to broken ribs under his coat. He holds his hand out to Tipolei, though whether to sniff or shake isn't clear. His fingers are webbed almost to the tips. "I heard of a dog boy who turned away from the CS. If that's you, then know I lost friends in Tolkeen. But I am not one to hold that against you. You earn your own reputation, far as I can tell." He shifts his collar, revealing gills on the side of his neck. With a gesture, several pitchers float up from the bar, a pale yellow liquid inside each.

"The darker one is a lemon apple blend, with only trace alcohol, for preservation purposes. The lighter ones are suitable for medicinal or recreational applications. They're a local specialty, a product of our productive orchards."

He nodded to Danny 'Doom' Lawrence, "Thank you Sir, nice to meet another arcanist."

Kyron takes the darker drink lifts it in Dooms direction and takes a sip.

"What did, you run into that hurt you so bad ?" He also noticed the gills and couldn't help but ask, "Do those gills work ?" He realized his curiosity was getting ahead of him and covered it with another sip of the local vintage.

"Uhm were you hurt recently ? I may be able to heal you if so."

"Thank you for your hospitality. If possible, I'd prefer water," Ben says taking in the state of the Coffin Nails. "I presume from how you've introduced yourself, and the injuries sustained by your colleagues that you've fallen on hard times. That is exactly why we've come. My name is Ben Volent from Castle Refuge, and we've been sent to help. At most, I've only received a bare outline as to what has befallen this place, and so I haven't much information to go on. However, we experience no issues on our way here. Please, I'd love to here more when you're able." Turning to Danny, "I was also at Tolkeen. A bitter memory for everyone that had to participate, I'm sure, but hopefully something we can all build a more positive future away from."

Ana made a drink of the darker one and started sipping, wanting to limit the amount of alcohol she was intaking, especially since her powers where emotions based...didn't want to burn the whole place down. That wouldn't look good on her resume. Instead, she typed on her keyboard [Do any of you or your men speak ASL?]

Doom nods. Wind swirls around his head and hands. He signs and says simultaneously: [I can now. Sign and I will speak for you.]

Ana almost jumped at the opportunity to speak normally with someone, quickly signing back [Finally I can talk to someone normally! None of my new friends know ASL]

Doom vocalizes Ana's words for everyone else in the room, and signs back, [My pleasure. I can do this for about ten minutes only.]

"Sorry Ana, I don't know that particular magic." Back to Doom, "My offer still stands if you need healing and were hurt recently."

Ana nodded, smiling widely [Okey dokey, that's better than nothing. I'm really glad.]

The mayor says, "If you have the power to heal, all of the Coffin Nails are still beat up. It was a week ago, so mostly it's just bruises, save for Shooter's leg. And Doom's broken ribs. Some stiches. A concussion that's mostly healed."

[I'm REALLY good at normal, mundane healing]

Kyron looks to Ana, "Could you help me ? If you could assess their wounds and let me know where to focus the healing energy that would be really helpful Ana."

Ana nods quickly, glad she can be useful without using her powers

Kyron directs everyone to get close together. He then puts his hands together as if in prayer and does seem to pray quietly. His hands glow a with golden light. Ectoplasm swirls about him and comes from his hands and face swirling about the wounded. The golden glow pulses following the ectoplasm as if the healing energy flowed from him into the wounded. The golden glow flashes and for a brief moment golden ectoplasmic wings appear on Kyron's back.



If Ana's aid succeeds add +1 to the below.

Edit: Also -15 PPE Kyron looks tired after the effort.

Ana, while everyone was close together but before Kyron started healing, tried to identify where each person's wounds were, going through each person before showing Kyron

A tired, "Thank you Ana."

Ana just patted his head, smiling

A boy pushes the doors open wearing a pairs of shorts and flip flops. He looks around with bead head and only partially open eyes as he scratches his stomach around an open vest as he shuffles around and finds a place to sit his eyes thin like slits.