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Started August 23, 2019 by Deleted user

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Pelleas made a wry face at first. He closed his eyes to block out the sight, but it was too late. He was about to say something, but before he could, his blood pressure dropped suddenly, his knees gave out, and he hit the deck.

"We got another one!" the same elf they helped before rushed towards Pelleas, more people along with him, "We´ll take care of this." they took him to a room filled with injured passengers and people who couldn´t handle the panic.

Pelleas started coming to slowly as he was being taken to the room. He stirred just a bit, and his gold eyes fluttered open.
"H-hey. Where are you taking me?" he asked, "I'm fine, I just fainted…"

"Oh, thanks Galara, you looked like you were dead…" the moon elf said, "I don´t think we exchanged names before, I´m Vadreya Tomir, soldier and ocasionally a doctor if there´s isn´t enough personal…"

"Pelleas Saevel," he replied tersely, moving an arm to cover his face.
He moved so that he could stand up, and let out a soft sigh. Pelleas felt an odd tenseness in his stomach and throat, almost like he was going to be sick.

Raz just stared at Pelleas on the ground before people came and took him away. "Sh*t." She mumbled as she followed them. She needed to find somewhere to wash or hands off. "You good buddy?" She asked when he woke up.
(Could she potentially just bend all the blood off her hands?)

Pelleas saw Raz and laughed.
"I bet you thought that'd be pretty funny, huh?" he asked, "But yeah, I'm okay. I don't think I hurt myself in the fall or anything."

Haslo had been carrying wounded people on the back of his bear, Hoss, below the decks to the people who had knowledge in first aid and the ability to heal.

In this situation, his ability would be of no use. In the middle of the sea and with the risk of harming other mages, his vibration magic would have no role in this fight for survival.

Raz chuckled. "I was joking and then you decided to go and pass out on me. What was that for?" She joked as she got the blood off her hands.

Pelleas shifted his gaze away from her hands.
“I said I don’t do blood…” he muttered, “I wasn’t kidding.”

"Yeah, I can see that," Raz said as she finished getting the blood off. "I'm Raz, by the way." She said, sticking out her now clean hand for him to shake. "And I'd advise you to stay away from me when I use my magic."

(Yes, she can, it would leave a mess somewhere else thoug so it might me better to throw it at the ocean)
"Ladies and gentlemen…" the captain spoke after clearing her troath, "We are please to announce that we finally got rid of the guards, feel free to rest and help with the injured in case you know about firts aid, we are officially on a safe zone."
(You already went from Alban to Noraske)

Haslo sat on the top deck next to Hoss hiding under a shade. He was glad he'd survived the attack and that the ship didn't sink.

Pelleas flinched a bit as Raz used her magic, then extended her hand.
He was slow to take it. He didn’t want to be rude, though.
“Pelleas,” he said.

"We´ll be arriving to a port soon, remember, we are going to act like a merchant ship, we´ll stay a few nights in case anyone needs supplies, if that´s the case go with Vekan and tell him what you need" and with that she put on her cloak, covering every single part of her body and went to her cabin before it was dawn

Raz let out a sigh of relief when they announced that they were in the safe zone. "That's a nice name." She said smiling. "Now if you excuse me I must get rid of this red water." She joked as she went above deck to throw the blood off the ship.

"Oi! Where the uruka is Vadreya?" the woman with white hair barked as she made her way to the captain, "Helping the injured, Menita…" that wasn´t a good answer for her, "Well, tell the moonie to clean the mess he leaved because I ain´t working around a place filled with blood!" she had a bad temper, is was obvious, "Maybe you should do tell him yourself… he´s right there" the captain pointed at Vadreya and continued to walk away, next thing everyone knew was that a small lady was screaming at the poor elven man

Raz glanced warily at the woman yelling at the crew members. "Geez! I wonder what her problem is." She thought as she disposed of the blood over the side of the ship.

(This is the point I step in and act like one of those choices videogames give you and we´ll pretend this is sort of like a check point… weird metaphor, I know…)
Most people were relieved, some still scared, but the danger was gone for the moment, the captain had already explained to everyone on the ship the rest of the plan, they´ll soon be arriving at a port in Noraske to get supplies for the journey, everyone who needed some could go and talk to Vekan. For the meanwhile, everyone is free to do whatever they want, wheter it be talking, helping, eating, sleeping, socializing or whatever their hearts desire.
(In other words, you can do whatever you want and yes, you are allowed to go as craz as you want and I should probably mention that you can interact with everyone and everything… and also ask questions, on character or not, all questions will be answered.)

Pelleas went up to the deck and leaned over the side to wait for the feeling of sickness to pass. The danger was gone, at least for the moment, so he had time to breathe. Perhaps he should get to know some of the other passengers. It never hurt to have a lot of connections, especially when they were both metaphorically and literally in the same boat.

(And quick worldbuilding thing:)
Galara: elven mother godess.
Saint Eira: one of the saints that some noifeiras believe in, also know as Saint Eira the Inquisitor.
Oracle: a woman who is the reincarnation of the child of two deities, sometimes one, other times a concept, the oracle is always worshiped like a godess by all nations.
Seer: unknow reincarnation of another deity, similar to the oracle, here´s the seer who is alive at the time this takes place Invalid Character

Back on Arcata, in the middle of halways made out of stone with intricate carvings, a blond man dressed in red robes walked alone, soon to be joined by a dark skinned woman with a yellow dress, her hair curly and tied into a bun, "Any news from the ship we sent to Alban?" he inquired, "Not yet, they should be on their way back to Arcata by this point…" he answered, looking at some papers, probably letters, "Good…"