Post by Rakel on Dec 20, 2006 15:33:02 GMT -5
"Well lets take the bandages off now." Said the healer Rakel had been coming to see since his etun to the academy. His wounds from his fight with that wandering swordsman were cursed and didn't seem to heal. The beslt healing spells couldn't help him a bit.
So the healer gave him a potion that kept his wounds from hurting and kept him from bleeding to death. The healer promised to do reaserch and find out what was wrong with the wounds during the last week or so. Now he had been called in and told to lay down as the healer cast his spell which was a counter-curse of some sort. Rakel felt something different and sat up then as asked was now undoning the bindings on his wounds.
When they came off scarred but heald skin was in place of the wounds. He was cured.
"Thank you. That was getting to be a real problem." he said with a small smile. The healer nodded to him.
"Not a problem. I was surprised that it took me this long. Well you should be fine now. Are you sure you don't want me to take a look at that arm. Mabey seeing about regenerating that eye?' The healer asked.
Rakel shook his head.
"No all these wounds are from battles and serve as a reminder that one is not indestructable to both myself and anyone who would fight me. They were not cursed and so I stay with them." He said then headed towards dressing room to get out of the medical wing gown and into his cloths. He had decided to start dressing a bit differently. Modern enough that when he wanted to head into a city or some such place he wouldn't stand out as much.
Now clad in a form fitting black leather shirt with no sleeves and and a custom sized pair of slacks with long wide legs and his large boots he threw his large red coat on which had been fixed back up as well. He had left his scarf with Krystel back at home so no longer had his face covered. He steped out and grabbed the handle of his weapon hefting the large sword over his shoulder.
"Thanks again." He said and headed out the door.
So the healer gave him a potion that kept his wounds from hurting and kept him from bleeding to death. The healer promised to do reaserch and find out what was wrong with the wounds during the last week or so. Now he had been called in and told to lay down as the healer cast his spell which was a counter-curse of some sort. Rakel felt something different and sat up then as asked was now undoning the bindings on his wounds.
When they came off scarred but heald skin was in place of the wounds. He was cured.
"Thank you. That was getting to be a real problem." he said with a small smile. The healer nodded to him.
"Not a problem. I was surprised that it took me this long. Well you should be fine now. Are you sure you don't want me to take a look at that arm. Mabey seeing about regenerating that eye?' The healer asked.
Rakel shook his head.
"No all these wounds are from battles and serve as a reminder that one is not indestructable to both myself and anyone who would fight me. They were not cursed and so I stay with them." He said then headed towards dressing room to get out of the medical wing gown and into his cloths. He had decided to start dressing a bit differently. Modern enough that when he wanted to head into a city or some such place he wouldn't stand out as much.
Now clad in a form fitting black leather shirt with no sleeves and and a custom sized pair of slacks with long wide legs and his large boots he threw his large red coat on which had been fixed back up as well. He had left his scarf with Krystel back at home so no longer had his face covered. He steped out and grabbed the handle of his weapon hefting the large sword over his shoulder.
"Thanks again." He said and headed out the door.
