A Druid returned...
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Z, never one for a lot of words ((bogus keyboarding skills :()), gives Jerrick a simple nod and a warm smile that speaks volumes.
Welcome home, Jerrick.
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Sir Gregory Jens, walking to the Great Hall, sunlight glinting off the royal gold of his immaculate Damaran plate, turns his head to watch Jerrick by the fire sternly as he passes by.
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Jerrick hasbeen (IG) in front of his fire since, with explanations for people who arrive.
Rest for now, but when you have time, come sit awhile, and I'll answer what I can.
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Malika finds Jerrick sitting at the fire with the cat and she finishes the healing with a simple spell
Ohh, thank the gods you have returned. Are you up to an explaination or do you wish more rest?
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He sets a hand on the creature, and sits patiently, not saying much other than to a cloaked and hooded fellow who spends some time at his fire, before moving on.
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The panther moves next to Jerrick and noses him with a concerned look. She lays down next to him and again appears to be resting…
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Jerrick climb down is ladder eventually, and sits at the fire, defiantly.
If he is afraid of being taken again, he does not show it, though he seems in a foul mood, and still shows the signs of the abuse he took at his captors. A puffy cheek, a black eye, it seems the minor things he chose not to waste magic taking care of.
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A black panther catches wind of the commotion and pads over to the ladder of Jerrick's house and curls up at the base and appears to go to sleep. An observant onlooker would notice, however, that the panther's ears twitch at any little nearby sound as if she's fully aware of her surroundings.
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_The hawk Nímar had returned to Yngdír at some point during all of this. His soft strokes and pats at the bird's breast and cheek making her call out at times - though she is apparently comfortable and glad for the attention.
No general expression of releif for Jerrick's return, but more of a grim glare at Caelian for abusing the - apparently helpless - Elf. He says nothing, and lets the bird fly of._
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A hoarse chuckle from the abuse looking halfelf, and he shakes his head with a grin.
Bah, I didn't make you my apprentice so you could ruin my fun… guess it's fine that you're a counselor after all...
Still amused, he makes his way to his ladder, slowly, but not limping. He won't give the elf that pleasure if he happens to look back on his way out of Jerrick's home territory.
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decides against lingering around and braving angry druid, davanros takes his leave
… Or tries to, but is suprised and knocked unconcious, hard. Possibly even getting concussion in the process.
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Caelian walks up behind the haughty elf, swings him around so that he's facing Caelian. (Also taking whatever stabbing he gets for it). Whether the dagger is stuck into him or not, Caelian slams his big thick human skull into the small elven skull, possibly fracturing it, maybe just knocking him out.
Caelian then smiles to Jerrick and simply says:
"Get some rest. I'll show this fella back to the gate."
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Jerrick pauses but a moment, and smiles a red and terrifyingly grotesque smile at him, the red of one who has recently fed upon something with a pulse.
_T'was nature that got me out of my predicament, fool, and nature that will end your life unless you leave this place at once.
I assure you, whatever got your nose with ten times as merciful as I will be on my own doorstep to the next unwelcome guest.
That being you._
Apparently his intent to head up and rest was not as strong as his resentment for the elf near his home, and he stands ready to kill.
If somebody wants the elf raised, he'll deal with that later…
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Full-blooded Elf Davanros makes little effort to aid battered Jerrick. While rubbing his bloodied nose, he manages to blunt his opinion
"Speak of the half-blood itself and he arrives. Seems like nature here cares little about your doings, making it clear that your deluded circle has made no progress to further and enhance local flora and fauna.pauses and manages to stem the bloodflow
"I am more interested about your so called friends who did this. If only you would know and embrace teachings of Mestarine, you would know better who to trust and who not"
smirks upstartly and lingers around (but puts his hand on his small dagger, in case of any punch-kind of answers)
