When Rivers Runs Red

[Dr. Strange]

"What do you me--...Oh..." She looked at the ground sadly and staggered over to Sorain. "I'm sorry Olhal, I meant to tell you but you ran off before I could..." Artemas nudged Sorain and climbed onto her back.

"Deary, you should have told him when you first met. That would have saved you some trouble." She purred, adjusting her shoulders to accomadate Artemas.

"WEll, I wasn't one when I was with him...I found a dying vampire and he turned me to save himself. I wanted to find Olhal and show him before anyone else could..." She mumbles, burrying her face into Sorains wam fur.

[Fyroh Ilqe Gahn]

Olhal looked terrified. "But... But Artemas... we were travelling for a while before we arrived here... why didn't you...? And besides, you were the one that got angry with me..." Olhal looked hurt. "Forget it... I'm sorry." With that, he hobbled off, looking even more feeble than before.

[Marquis Lythis]

The naga seemed distressed, "Hey..What? Tin can? Where'd my desert go?" It looked around, confused.

[Renaud Magicpaw]

Rosuto is still watching from his vantage point the scene unfolding below That Artemisia, I'll have to keep an eye on her Rosuto sudenly shuders For she is undead, and a creature of darkness It looks like none of you needed my help after all

[Fyroh Ilqe Gahn]

Fyroh looked to Rosuto. "I'm glad you turned up either way. You may not have helped, but you had every intention to; so I thank you anyway." He smiled.

Olhal was still hobbling away, forbidding himself to look back.

[Dr. Strange]

"Now's when you go run after him and pounce, apologising and trying your hardest to make it up to 'im." Soraine whispers, nudging Artemas backwards.

"I know, I just don't think he'll let me."

"Never know until you try."

[Fyroh Ilqe Gahn]

Fyroh shook his head. "Pounce? No, not right now, I doubt he'll appreciate it. He'll appreciate it more if you just walk up to him... I mean, he's in a physical AND emotional state now."

[Marquis Lythis]

The naga harrumphed, talking to Olhal loudly, "Oi. Landwalker. You're a rude one, aren't you. At least thank me for keeping them off of you when you were in a bind. I didn't have to help you, stranger."

[Dr. Strange]

"WEll, I guess I COULD walk over to him."

"That's good sweetie, now go do it."

"Yes ma'am." Artemas replies, slowly walking over to Olhal. "Hey, I'm sorry, okay?"

[Fyroh Ilqe Gahn]

Olhal just managed to hear the Naga. He attempted shouting back, "Oh, sorry. Thanks for that." but it came out as croaks. He didn't want to have to turn back to say it either, so he carried on walking.

Fyroh sighed. "He probably couldn't hear you... I'm sure he's grateful, but... yeah. He isn't exactly the friendliest, so yeah... Well, I thank you on his behalf." he said to the Naga, and gave a short bow.

Olhal turned to see Artemisia. He started trying to speak, but his throat physically wouldn't let him; but if there was one thing he knew from travelling, it was actions speak louder than words. He reached into his jacket; and slowly pulled out his dagger, his arm shaking more violently by the second; and he pointed it at Artemisia; if you could call it pointing, as his arm was shaking so much it didn't appear to have a direction, and looked as though he could drop it any moment.

[Dr. Strange]

She saw how bad he was shaking and Artemisia continued. "I promise not to bite, I can't."

[Fyroh Ilqe Gahn]

He started trying to talk, but he just ended up mouthing invisible words. He suddenly turned, began hobbling along in an attempt to run; yet tripped, scrambled to his feet and tripped again. This time, he didn't attempt to get up; he lay there on the ground, looking defeated.

[Dr. Strange]

Artemisia ran t ohis side, helping him up and supporting him back towards Soraine. "Don't try to talk or strain yourself, I'll carry you there if I have to."

Sorain takes Olhal gently, applying a few small breathes on his cheek. "Sleep." She whispers, smiling at Artemisia encouragingly.

[Fyroh Ilqe Gahn]

Olhal managed to produce a croak like growl, and weakly slashed with his dagger; missing both of them. Fyroh frowned. "Always loved being the rebel, aye, Olhal? Look, I think if Artemisia wanted to hurt you, she'd have done it by now." He laughed at his own comment. "Just sleep-"
"Noo!" Olhal croaked; with his eyes narrowed to slits, he threw his dagger pathetically, aiming for Sorains face. "No un tells me ut to oo!!" he managed to say, before stumbling backwards, and once again attempting an escape.
Fyroh growled back. "No one tells you what to do, true, but I think you're on the verge of doing so anyway."

[Dr. Strange]

She lets him slash her cheek, ignoring his remark. "Olhal, you will do as you're told or suffer. Now sleep." She ordered quietly with a slight tone of anchient athourity. {i'm not sure if that's how its spelled..}