Friends and Foes alike
Shortly after it was apparent that the excitement was over, and seeing the less hostile approach of the mysterious bald human. The mist dissipated into nothingness. She glared momentarily at him but felt nothing but good intentions.
Rothaide collected herself and moved behind the captain.
She made a quick survey of the grounds. She sees the bodies of the fallen. The summoned worm creature was still as if awaiting orders from its master which was nowhere to be seen. Unsure if they are dead, but sure of her own remorse, she wanted to go and attend to each one. For elves who are long lived, life holds a high regard even for their enemies. And killing a last resort.
"Captain. If I may .. " She whispered solemnly, barely audible, in elven. The ancient language which normally flowed and uplifted the spirits like music, sounded odd grim coming from Rothaide. Devlin immediately understood and nodded slightly with perhaps equal resolve. He is after all half elf. Through her strict adherance to her creed, the elven priestess, though the newest crew member of Devlin's crew, was predictable that way. " .. attend to their last rites".
Hoping that some may still yet be alive, she moved towards the nearest fallen. She passes by the bald human who eyed her with interest. Rothaide nods, but didn't speak a word, in acknowledgment.
Reaching the fallen, she finds out that though most were seriously injured and/or unconscious, none of them were dead. To these, she performed rudimentary first aid. The little she knew of it anyway.
But instead of the faces of the attackers, she saw the faces of the fallen crew members of the Eglantine. Their dead eyes were open and blank, staring coldly into space. Their bodies and limbs contorted as if in eternal pain. Rothaide spoke to them anyway. Begging them silently to leave her be.
I am innocent. She declared to them. She told herself. But even she herself did not sound convinced.
She cried openly while she performed her ministrations. Her eyes glimmered. Filled with tears of remorse and grief, it ran down her cheeks. The others eyed her in utter disbelief. She is crazed, they all thought. She stops short immediately after, realizing Rourke was missing.
Rothaide collected herself and moved behind the captain.
She made a quick survey of the grounds. She sees the bodies of the fallen. The summoned worm creature was still as if awaiting orders from its master which was nowhere to be seen. Unsure if they are dead, but sure of her own remorse, she wanted to go and attend to each one. For elves who are long lived, life holds a high regard even for their enemies. And killing a last resort.
"Captain. If I may .. " She whispered solemnly, barely audible, in elven. The ancient language which normally flowed and uplifted the spirits like music, sounded odd grim coming from Rothaide. Devlin immediately understood and nodded slightly with perhaps equal resolve. He is after all half elf. Through her strict adherance to her creed, the elven priestess, though the newest crew member of Devlin's crew, was predictable that way. " .. attend to their last rites".
Hoping that some may still yet be alive, she moved towards the nearest fallen. She passes by the bald human who eyed her with interest. Rothaide nods, but didn't speak a word, in acknowledgment.
Reaching the fallen, she finds out that though most were seriously injured and/or unconscious, none of them were dead. To these, she performed rudimentary first aid. The little she knew of it anyway.
But instead of the faces of the attackers, she saw the faces of the fallen crew members of the Eglantine. Their dead eyes were open and blank, staring coldly into space. Their bodies and limbs contorted as if in eternal pain. Rothaide spoke to them anyway. Begging them silently to leave her be.
I am innocent. She declared to them. She told herself. But even she herself did not sound convinced.
She cried openly while she performed her ministrations. Her eyes glimmered. Filled with tears of remorse and grief, it ran down her cheeks. The others eyed her in utter disbelief. She is crazed, they all thought. She stops short immediately after, realizing Rourke was missing.
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