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Chapter 1

A grevious wound.
Added Fri Jun 25 14:04:28 2021 at level 15:

Left for dead in the marshes outside the Sze'weh village, Srathil knew
his short life was at it's closing act. A pool of dark blue blood mixed
with the almost black waters of the peat marsh staining reeds and moss
alike with color of a cloudless night sky. Muckdweller's croaking in the
background as his vision slowly began to fade. Srathil could not
remember what it was that had caused his most grevious wounds, and it did
not seem to matter in the moment. His life force tainted by the powers
of Weh - it was unimaginable fate to him. His eyelids grew heavy as his
life energy faded, soon Sra would be nothing but a memory for him.

A swamp bear lumbers through the reeds, a wild looking woman in pursuit
not far behind. The bear rears up on it's hind legs, smelling the rank
swamp air, searching for something. Splashing through the mire and much
at a quick pace the two come upon a lifeless form covered in the swamp
muck. The bear noses at the body with a sense of urgency, coming to rest
beside it. The wild looking woman approaches cautiously, these swamps
are full of danger and difficult to determine friend or foe. 'The woman
is of elvish descent, and whatever she happened to be doing in this
dreadful marsh is still a mystery. 'Most unfortunate for this young
scaled-one' she says quietly kneeling beside the body and her companion.
She inspects his wounds carefully and discovers a horrible wound on his
midriff, the surrounding green-gold scales tainted by blackened dead
flesh. She places her hands upon his body carefully, singing gently her
voice echoing in the stagnant marsh air.

The wound begins to glow a vibrant green, the reeds bend and the waters
of the marsh surrounding the body turn crystal clear. Slowly, as she
sings her sweet song the wound begins to close. The blue blood that has
stained the reeds and marsh waters coalesces and seems to slither back
inside the body before the wound seals shut. All that remains is a
tainted black scar where the puncture once was, for even her wild magic
is not enough to remove the taint of Weh energy. She lifts his near
lifeless body upon the back of her companion bear and they make their way
out of the confusion of the marsh.

Srathil's eyes open slowly, as confusion sets in. He is in an unfamiliar
place, a small hut with a fireplace made from river rock, and herbs and
pelts hanging from the ceiling. He lay in a small cot filled with pine
boughs. He touches his side gingerly, the pain of his wound still great.
A wild woman sits in the corner, near the fireplace mashing some sort of
poultice in a small rock dish. 'Rest scaled one, your wounds were great.
Know that I will care for you and see you returned to health.' He can
hardly stay sitting upright and lays down in the cot slowly, his eyelids
heavy once more - but comforted in the knowledge the danger has passed.