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[sampson x]

Zhash was surprised to find that Daethalion was not in his room, but he quickly remembered why he had come, "Yes, there is definitely something you can help with. Or at least I hope you can." Zhash suddenly realized the awkwardness of what he was about to say, but he had to say it now, "Athos is dying from the poison which I believe you gave him. I know that you may not care whether he lives or dies, but there are many who do. I beg you to help if you can. Is there any remedy for the poison? How can we save him? You may say that it is his fault for getting himself stabbed, and it is, but even you must know what it feels like to lose a very close friend. I don't want that to happen this time. So, please, please help."

As Zhash emphasized his last words, he kneeled. He wasn't sure why, but it just seemed like the only thing he coud do at the moment. Right now the life of Athos rested in Daethalion's hands.

 

[Shadowseldil]

Daethalion took a step backward. This was quite the awkward scene. Fortunately, no one was there to see it. Still, he was at a loss for the moment. "Poisoned?" he said blankly, but recovered quickly enough to know what to say. "Your monk friends must have been busy, for it was not I who poisoned him. Still, I do have a knowledge for these things. You had better show me."
As they descended to the lobby, Daethalion caught a bellboy and gave an order which Zhash could not hear. Then, turning to Zhash, he said, "Where is he staying?"

 

[sampson x]

As Zhash followed Daethalion into the lobby, he wondered how Athos, if it had not been Daethalion's doing, had been poisoned. To Daethalion's question, he quickly responded, "In the Scimitar. You know, where we met for the first time?"

But as he said this Zhash took the lead as he headed toward the door beside Daethalion. He did not want to appear to be rushing the dangerous, important elf, but he also did not want to waste any more time than neccessary.

 

[Shadowseldil]

Daethalion looked to the bellhop and spoke authoritatively, "The Shining Scimitar, then. Bring the medics there and ask for Athos."
The bellhop rushed out the door past Zhash and down the rode toward the sea.
Daethalion turned back toward Zhash. "Lead on, but haste. We may not have much time."

 

[sampson x]

Zhash nodded quickly as he turned and hustled out the door. He looked back only a few times as he lead just to make sure Daethalion had not fallen behind. Of course, the elf would never have fallen behind the mere human, but Zhash did it just in case. It wasn't long before they had finally reached their destination. With a bit of relief, but still filled with anxiety, Zhash flung open the door to Athos' room, "Here we are."

Zhash made a quick look to Kelli, who was holding Atlas in her lap. Zhash turned to Daethalion again, "If there's anything I can do to help, tell me."

 

[Shadowseldil]

Daethalion knelt by Atlas's side. "Milady, if I may?" he said with a slight nod of his head in respect. He looked at Atlas's face, in his mouth, checked his eyes, and checked his pulse. As he held Altas's wrist, he said, "So, you are Kelli, I assume?"

 

[dramaking]

ooc:

EUREKA!
I finally found out how the elves were removed from there position of rulers of the continent to the small primitive clans that hide in Iraseil.
If that wasn't enough it also explains the problem with the People of Dis.
I can't give details but there should be reasons that Daethalion would be a little...unsettled by dwarves

 

[WhiteLily]

*Kelli nodded, still looking down at Atlas, brushing his hair from his face,* Yes, and you are an Elf of Dis. A distant cousin of mine. Please, *she looked up at Daethalion with pleading eyes* please, help him. I lost him once, I can't bear to lose him again!

 

[Shadowseldil]

Daethalion sighed. "As it seems my secrets are revealed, I will tell you I cannot make such a promise. You see, Atlas is more than an enemy to me, he is my fate. Nonetheless, I will save him now, not only because you desire it, but because I need him alive. His fate is not yet fulfilled.
"However, we can discuss my motives later. Right now I must see to him." Daethalion removed the shirt violently to reveal Atlas's chest. Placing his ear firmly against the skin, he listened carefully to the rythem of the heart. "Hmm... the heart rate is accellerated, but normal. The skin is flushed and the eyes are dialated. But that covers a range of poisons."
The wound in the shoulder caught his eye. "This is not right," he muttered as he saw the color of the scab. He drew his epee from the sheath and placed the tip on the biceps. "Milady," he said and nodded to Kelli. He gave a short prick and drew it out quickly. Blood trickled from the puncture.
"A rag," Daethalion demanded, "Give me a fresh rag."

 

[sampson x]

Without waiting for Kelli or anyone else to move, Zhash quickly dashed off to another room and came back with a fresh, white rag. He held the rag to Daethalion, "Here you go."

After handing the rag to Daethalion, Zhash started to pace the room, wringing his hands in anxiousness. Hadn't it just been not that long ago that hey had talked and planned out the uprise of the new empire? But where was an empire without an emperor. And what was this that Daethalion spoke of, this fate. Zhash's only comfort came from the fact that Daethalion at least seemed to know what he was doing.

 

[Shadowseldil]

Daethalion took the rag and held it for a moment, watching the bleeding arm for a moment. He anticipated Kelli's anxiety and said, "Patience, my kindred lady. We must see what comes of this."
It was a few minutes before Daethalion wiped a portion of blood from the wound. To Kelli, he said, "Pinch his shoulder in the underarm, here," pointing to the beginning of the fold. To Zhash, he said, "Obecia, find me some salt, quickly.
"Whoever was here before he succumbed, tell me how he was acting. Anything and everything. Convusions, twitching, slurred speech, dilusions, whatever it was, tell me. If it was unusual for him, whether it was rapid talking or profuse sweating, or lack thereof, whatever, I must know. His life may depend on it."

 

[WhiteLily]

*Kelli pinched and answered* When I came in he started sweating and said he felt horrible. He was kind of green and then he just slumped over. Before you got here he said something, what was it, "Father... Why?"

 

[sampson x]

As Zhash once again dashed off, he began to have hope that there was going to be a way out of this. Zhash opened a few cupboards before finally finding the salt. Reaching in and grabbing it, Zhash basically ran back into the room with Atlas and handed the salt to Daethalion. Sweat dripped down Zhash's forehead.

 

[Shadowseldil]

As Zhash reentered, Daethalion took the salt and laid the blood sample in front of him. As he sprinkled a bit of the salt over the blood, he looked at the others, "Were any of you here before that? I need to know if there were any convulsions. Muscle aches? Complaints of pain he was feeling? Vomitting? Labored breathing? Anything you can think of, you must tell me."
He took a bit more salt and sprinkled the area around the wound, watching both the rag and the arm with earnest.

 

[WhiteLily]

*Kelli knew about this technique. The salt would change to the color of the poison in the blood. She looked at Zhash.* You were with him before, and right after the duel.

 

[sampson x]

Zhash nodded to Kelli, but his eyes showed he had little to add, "He seemed fine after the duel. Until we came here. Then he started to slouch over and complain of extreme stomach pains. I'm afraid that's all I can say in addition."

 

[dramaking]

ooc: Guys, I am in an uncomfortable position here.
I personally am addicted to plot development, hence why all of my characters have lives that occcassionally spontaneosly combust, however I also don't want to kill the atmosphere of co-writing.
It comes from the fact that this is my idea for a book and I love the world that I set it in.
If you guys want to add more to it, be my guest but understand I'm am addicted to this story...

 

[Shadowseldil]

(((Hey, you still de boss, boss. This is going to be short for dramatics. Well, maybe...)))

Daethalion nodded as he now had a good hunch as to what the poison would be, but the salt would confirm his hunch. The blood on his arm produced a whitish foam, but the sample on the rag did more. Daethalion smeared the drying blood around the rag and looked at the pus which had settled into the cloth. To the untrained eye, there appeared to be nothing, but Daethalion knew. With little more than a hushed whisper, he said, "Styx water."

 

[dramaking]

ooc: I wouldn't have said this because A: I might have already B: I don't want to cause a big confusion
but Styx is coincidentally the river that runs through the Fangs of Dis, (the mountain range in Garodak)

 

[boxers]

Scott looked over at Sierra "Atlas is to stubborn to die" he laughed "his time is not up he'll make it through otherwise I'm out of a job." Scott put his hand on Sierras as she drew in the sand and traced a picture letting her lead.