Envoking Rite of Healing
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THREADID
38
POSTS
21 - 30
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"Should I move or am I good right here?" Kevin asks the two, glancing from the two of them every few seconds, waiting for an aswer. He listens to their reply, shifting his weight from one foot to the other while he tries his best to ignore how all he wants to do is sit down or lay upon his stomach. It is rather tough, given that his brain seems to be trying to escape from his skull.
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Nieves hangs her head, defeated. She would simply have to sit back and watch. Yet at Kevin's voiced concern she raised her head again and does her best to smile. "Don't worry about a thing, Kevin. Jeremiah is going to fix you right up. Just endure a little longer." She speaks with hope in her heart that it's true. If all she can be is moral support then she'd give it her all. Nieves wants to reach out and strokes his head to comfort him, but is afraid it might hurt him even in a simple gesture.
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Jeremiah looks around the room. "You stay there Kevin." Jeremiah however moves himself to stand near Kevin, gathering the water and towels to himself while doing so. "Nieves you need to be opposite of Kevin."
Once Nieves has moved into the right place Jeremiah takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. His form growing slightly, gaining weight and hair. After a moment he places his right thumb over his right canine tooth and bites into it. He holds it over the container of water and squeezes gently to coax blood to flow. Ten drops of blood fall sequentially out of Jeremiah's thumb into the water glimmering with otherworldly energy. Waiting only a moment for the wound to heal over Jeremiah wipes what blood remains on a small towel before setting that aside.
<<Luna watch over your children as we do the duty we took for ourselves those eons ago. What blood that was spilled that day we spill with Honor and remembrance for our fallen Sire. The blood I offer to heal one of your children who was wounded.>> Jeremiah completes the opening chant by scooping up water from the container with both of his hands. He lets the water run over the first set of Kevin's injuries.
<<Elder Children of the Mother and Father who guide us watch over us as we hunt at night as we stalk during the day. Grant us the Wisdom to know when to hunt when to stalk and when to flee to survive for another fight. Teach us what it means to be one of the spirit.>> More water gets poured over Kevin's wound.
<<Spirits of mercy relieve the pain of these wounds. Let them heal with speed and Purity.>> More water flows over Kevin's wounds, adding to a growing pool at his feet.
<<Spirits of strength gives this loyal Uratha of Luna the strength of body and will to honor Luna and our fallen father in Glory>> Jeremiah intones pouring water over Kevin's shoulders and arms.
<<Those who walked before us and await us with open arms. Lend us your strength so that this uratha may continue his duty to Luna, Sagrim-Ur, and his pack. Grant us the Cunning to survive another night to raise new howls in your memories.>> Water once again flows into the wounds on the Iron Masters body.
Jeremiah continues to chant and apply water until he feels the ritual come to its natural end. Once that occurs he picks up two towels from the floor and hands one to Nieves before moving closer to Kevin and starts to wipe the Ithaeur's body clean of blood and water.
the rite rolls
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Kevin lets out a breath he unknowingly been holding. An icy relief ebbs from his back and his previous tense muscles unwind a bit. He breaths deeply and lets it out slowly, he glances over his shoulder as he feels somebody rubbing his back. "How does it look?" He asks after a few minutes.
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Nieves, despite being a little uncomfortable, accepted the towel and began to do the same, mimicking Jeremiah's process, though being careful with Kevin's body as if it were still fragile and damaged. She wasn't sure how well it had worked and thus couldn't answer Kevin's question, remaining silent as she worked to clean the skin.
Jeremiah calls on his half-spirit nature, and bleeds essence into Kevin. As each blood drop falls, Kevin feels a powerful surge of regeneration passing through him, as his flesh knits back together at an almost terrible pace. It's painful, bitterly, bitterly painful, but slowly it passes. There's still deep, raked wounds on his chest, but the rest of them are gone. He is alive, at the very least.
His breathing eases.
There is no great flash of light or announcement. Jeremiah feels torn and drained afterwards, but that is all.
Kevin heals 5 aggravated damage. Jeremiah's essence is down to 1.
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"Much better than before. Though you took a lot it looks like." Jeremiah says it neutrally, stating a fact rather than assigning blame.
"Well I am glad that worked like it did."
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Nieves can't tell if anything has happened. Maybe she expected there to be more special effects involved but she does notice the flesh begin to close more and the sound of Kevin's ragged breathing to subside. She lets out a breath of her own from relief. "Yeah, much better," she says to add to Jeremiah's reassurances. The rest was up to Kevin's own body, she imagined.
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Kevin sighs, his back feels a lot better although his chest seems to be the only part that hasn't been healed. "I do feel better." He says.
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