31st of Spring, 515 AV
Early Morning
“Easy now, focus on me. Listen to the sound of my voice. I know it’s painful.” Aoren met the gaze of a young Akalak who was gritting his teeth in pain. At his side stood a tall, powerfully built warrior whom Aoren could only guess was a member of the Kuvay’Nas. The two had come into the Sanctuary in need of attention. At the time, Aoren had been tending to some of the Imperial Watcher dogs that meandered about the complex. Upon seeing both warriors neither of whom were in the best shape, Aoren had moved quickly to bring them to the healing clinic.
As it stood, an aspiring Kuvay’Nas was propped up in one of the infirmary beds with his left boot removed to expose a blotchy looking pattern along his foot and into the lower portion of his calf. While that wasn’t his only injury it seemed to be the one causing the most pain. The only reason he could tell the discoloration was because of the green coloration of the Akalak’s skin compared to the dark bruising around the affected area. Gingerly he touched the young warrior’s skin receiving a grunt accompanied by a shifting of the leg away from his touch.
Aoren drew upon the reservoir of power that flowed within him. He concentrated on calming emotions, of relaxation. Taking hold of those feelings he pushed them outward into the outer most layers of his aura extending his influence to touch that of the young Akalak he was treating. He wasn’t nearly as familiar with Hypnotism as he felt he should have been but if providing the young man with something to focus on helped assist him while Aoren assessed his injury, it was the least he could do.
“Breathe. Now, tell me what happened.” The young Akalak seemed to relax only slightly. Aoren wasn’t surprised. His powers of persuasion weren’t the strongest but every little bit helped.
“P-patrol in the Sea of Grass. Heard of Zith hunting party. Not what was waiting…” He grit his teeth. Aoren opened himself up to the gift of Rak’keli pressing his palm down upon the warrior’s shin. Immediately the soothing power of the goddess flowed through him and into the ailing Kuvay’Nas. The man’s skin felt hot to the touch but as the relief offered by gift of Healing seeped into the man’s body it cooled. There was relief in the man’s face though it was obvious he still struggled with pain. Aoren removed his hand. The other warrior, a towering figure clad in leather armor and well-armed with dark violet skin, finished the green skinned Akalak’s story.
“We didn’t find Zith but a glassbeak pack caught us and others.” Aoren’s brow furrowed. Glassbeaks. They were terrifying creatures to be sure and most definitely not animals to trifle with when in numbers. The green skinned warrior chuckled.
Early Morning
“Easy now, focus on me. Listen to the sound of my voice. I know it’s painful.” Aoren met the gaze of a young Akalak who was gritting his teeth in pain. At his side stood a tall, powerfully built warrior whom Aoren could only guess was a member of the Kuvay’Nas. The two had come into the Sanctuary in need of attention. At the time, Aoren had been tending to some of the Imperial Watcher dogs that meandered about the complex. Upon seeing both warriors neither of whom were in the best shape, Aoren had moved quickly to bring them to the healing clinic.
As it stood, an aspiring Kuvay’Nas was propped up in one of the infirmary beds with his left boot removed to expose a blotchy looking pattern along his foot and into the lower portion of his calf. While that wasn’t his only injury it seemed to be the one causing the most pain. The only reason he could tell the discoloration was because of the green coloration of the Akalak’s skin compared to the dark bruising around the affected area. Gingerly he touched the young warrior’s skin receiving a grunt accompanied by a shifting of the leg away from his touch.
Aoren drew upon the reservoir of power that flowed within him. He concentrated on calming emotions, of relaxation. Taking hold of those feelings he pushed them outward into the outer most layers of his aura extending his influence to touch that of the young Akalak he was treating. He wasn’t nearly as familiar with Hypnotism as he felt he should have been but if providing the young man with something to focus on helped assist him while Aoren assessed his injury, it was the least he could do.
“Breathe. Now, tell me what happened.” The young Akalak seemed to relax only slightly. Aoren wasn’t surprised. His powers of persuasion weren’t the strongest but every little bit helped.
“P-patrol in the Sea of Grass. Heard of Zith hunting party. Not what was waiting…” He grit his teeth. Aoren opened himself up to the gift of Rak’keli pressing his palm down upon the warrior’s shin. Immediately the soothing power of the goddess flowed through him and into the ailing Kuvay’Nas. The man’s skin felt hot to the touch but as the relief offered by gift of Healing seeped into the man’s body it cooled. There was relief in the man’s face though it was obvious he still struggled with pain. Aoren removed his hand. The other warrior, a towering figure clad in leather armor and well-armed with dark violet skin, finished the green skinned Akalak’s story.
“We didn’t find Zith but a glassbeak pack caught us and others.” Aoren’s brow furrowed. Glassbeaks. They were terrifying creatures to be sure and most definitely not animals to trifle with when in numbers. The green skinned warrior chuckled.