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Character Castle 1.0

"Okay, Veronica. Let's go find this werewolf."



The man was clearly uncomfortable with his powers.
Kilied sighed. That was typical. He'd got used to it when his sister decided that talking to the Dwarves about the Creator was actually a smart plan.
He'd given up a long time ago.


“Hmmmm” *she sighs* “which way to go?”


He felt entirely useless, so he just concentrated on maintaining and thickening the ice. This was not his strong point.


*Inara heard the Howl again, and shivered.*
“ whatever is going on over there, I hope no one gets hurt.”

She Aims the bow, and shoots. It lands center in the trap door. She pulls down hard. The trap door opens, and the ladder connected to it falls.*
“Well, I guess that worked. Want to go first?”

She glanced at Kilied, then the ice around Tyler's chest, and nodded, her blue eyes glinting.
She didn't even look surprised.
The action reminded Kilied of Kirielle and he looked away. He hadn't seen his twin in too long, and it was starting to eat at him.
"Jyx-fu-lun, my maker and savior, the one who makes my hands steady for work and binds the wounds of the weak, the one who holds power over all, who formed my substance before the foundations of creation were laid, heal this man and help me to do your work."
Jyx-who?
Whoever it was, Kilied tensed. The way she was talking sounded disconcertingly similar to how Kirielle prayed to Yahciyle.
Another fanatic?
"Let it go, Kilied. I'm one of the fanatics too, ya know," Balorico huffed.
Kilied swallowed.
"So be your will," Ryenna said, and Ian echoed her.
"So be your will," Balorico added. Kilied barely restrained the eye-roll.
Ryenna reached into her basket and drew out a needle with thread. Kilied stared at it.
Lovely.
He forced the flashback away before it could start. Now was really not the time.
"I assume that once you take that off, he'll start bleeding out again," Ryenna said.
Kilied nodded stiffly.
"I'm going to try and staunch some of the bleeding and use some of this-" she shook a small packet of dried material that Kilied couldn't identify. "To clot the blood. I can't use too much. Then I'll sew it, clean it, and bind it. If I'm to do this, I'll need to be quick. I need your help. Both of you."
Kilied nodded. He'd seen a similar thing done when Halaron had made the ice shield around the mortally wounded elf.
He and the healer had had to completely sync their movements, and the elf still almost bled out.
Kilied groaned inwardly.
Communication was not his strong point.
"Just tell me when," he said quietly.




Teddy looked around nervously, this wasn't something that he was used to. He was tense and scared.
Veronica kept herself together, while he was basically shaking in fear. But, at the same time, he wanted to do this. So he shook off the fear, and gained confidence. I can do this he thought to himself.
Teddy looked Veronica in the eyes and said, "Let's go."


"I got it." he said quickly. "And also, Tyler will be okay. I know he will."


He looked down at the knife she'd given him, "Um, sorta."


As they entered the side room Veronica said, "I wonder what this place is?" as she looked around.
Teddy observed the place as well. It was strange. With markings on the wall in a different language, and weird paintings. It was eerie.
"This must've been some sort of artist's room." Teddy said as he picked up an old paint pallet.
BOOM
Teddy jumped as he heard the loud noise. He turned to Veronica, "What was that?!?"


Teddy came to the door and ever so slightly opened it to peer into the hall.
"I don't see anything either."


Teddy, on the floor, just about had a break down. The wolf's eyes, they were filled with evil and seeking destruction. Teddy pulled his knife out, "Veronica, promise me that we can end this once and for all."


"Good Lord, you're bleeding bad. We need to get you back upstairs to Ryenna." Teddy said as he tried to help her up.





"What do you mean, bait?" Teddy asked with a hint of concern in his voice.


"We still need to get you some help," he said, reaching for her hand, "When we get there, we'll warn the others and when you're better, we'll kill the other one too." He tried to sound optimistic, but his voice sounded tired and sad.
She slipped down the hallway, disappearing into shadows.
Kilied raised an eyebrow.
Pure silver, huh?
"Better leave this one to the girl, Comrade."
Kilied rolled his eyes. He knew of only one sword that was made of pure silver, and it wasn't his.
Yeah, I guess you're right. Unfortunately.
"And you're annoyed, so argument settled," Balorico chuckled.
Kilied huffed, ran a hand through his hair, and shifted into a more comfortable position to maintain the stagnant air.
As long as the werewolf didn't come down the hallway, everything would be just fine.