From: Helle Salin Nielsen (Jhez_at_wanadoo.dk)
Date: Sun Dec 07 2003 - 21:09:53 GMT
*** OOC: This conversation is probably not really overheard by anyone, but
... it is kind of sweet. So we are sharing it. For those, who receive this
as HTML, my lines are in blue and Astrans in black. ***
Illyana sits down near Astran and smiles at him. "So... what spells do you
have in your matrixes at the moment? You tried to dispel the poison, didn't
you? Could it have worked? I'm obviously feeling better."
Astran smiles wanly. "You're very kind, but I don't *think* the spell
worked - I was too affected by the backlash to notice." He smile shyly, and
pats her hand "I'm glad you're feeling better,
though." He straightens up slightly, glad to talk about his area of
expertise. "I had a spell for sensing Astral space - thats how I saw the
infection after the ghoul hit you - and an attack spell called 'Mind
Dagger'. My teacher wasn't much into Wizards being in combat - she thought
we should research more, and let the Throal Expeditionary Force handle that
kind of thing - so I persuaded one of their wizards to teach me some Battle
Magic. I can also attack at quite a long distance by using the very *idea*
of crushing your opponents will to fight, enchant your
sword to be more effective, divine someone's emotions and focus my mind for
more effective discussions and arguments - I used the last one a lot with
my teacher!"
As she talks, she tries to fix her shirt, but it seems impossible. "Oh,
darn..." She pulls the torn shirt off and replaces it with her tunic.
Astran doesn't know where to look, and settles for fumbling in his backpack
for a spare shirt to offer her..
Illyana's tunic settles around her hips, while a quiet smile reaches her
eyes and spread to her lips. "I'm glad you're here." Then she speaks to
Lyra for a few moments, but her attention is not on the elven scout.
Quietly, hidden by the flickering light and the illusive shadows, her hand
moves towards Astran, finding his hand and squeezing it reassuringly. Her
touch is surprisingly light.
Astran jumps slightly, then squeezes it back, laughing at himself quietly.
She turns her head towards him again. "Stay around me if we are attacked.
I'm not going to the frontline right now. Not that I'm much good behind the
front line, since I don't have a ranged weapon at all. Probably should have
bought a sling, but I'm saving for a bow. Slings are so pathetic, but right
now it would be handy, huh?" She smiles, her hand still resting lightly on
his.
He nods "I don't think there would be the room for much sling work, though
- all the members of the Throal Expeditionary Force I talked to preferred
crossbows, because they could be used in close quaters - they actually go
out and discover unopened Kaer's you know! My teacher helped design some
spells that let them communicate with the inhabitants" He adds, proudly.
"Actually", Illyana replies, "slings don't require all that much room to
operate. But the range is rather limited and it is not a hard-hitting
weapon. I was wondering - the persons recommending crossbows would not
happen to be dwarves? I tend to like elven weapons myself. I saw an elven
archer use an elven warbow a while back - that was impressive. The weapon
had such a long range - possibly 300 yards - and far more powerful than a
crossbow. But tell me more about that spell! It sounds interesting - do you
suppose we can use it to communicate with the elf in the ruins?"
Illyana rests her hand lightly on Astrans until Lyra notices - then she
quickly removes it, as if she had burned it. She blushes and stutters, as
she tries to reply to the scout. But a few minutes later she looks at him,
locking eyes with him in a quiet moment of understanding that seems to take
her breath away. It is impossible to guess exactly what she saw in his
eyes, but it seems to have quieted her momentarily. Her eyes drop slowly
down, then up again, larger than ever and as dark as the night. "Whoa..."
she whispers, as if to herself. Then a slow smile spreads over her face. A
smile just meant for him, hidden by the flickering of the light.
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