"That was a foolish thing to do." A blonde woman said as she approached you. "You could have hurt yourself even more setting your shoulder. You should have let me help." She said, moving over and setting her hands on your shoulder, feeling around to check if it had settled correctly.
"Hmm, it seems alright. I'm glad. I suppose I should welcome to our home away from home... for what it's worth. I'm Nessa. That putrid giant you just laid to rest? That was Hillock. You're lucky; he's eaten stronger exiles than you. Don't count on that luck lasting. It's in short supply here in Wraeclast. Still you've rid us of a curse for awhile at least, and we owe you our thanks. " She continued, stepping back and waving you to follow her up a set of steps and into the camp proper. Although proper was a strong word to use on the scraps of canvas that made up shelter and the sick and dying people around. Only a few short of a dozen people where up and about in the camp, but even they were dirty and showed signs of wounds or sickness. "Come, Tarkleigh will want to speak to you. We don't have much, but he may be able to find something to give you for your help with Hillock."
"Thanks - I take it that Hillock is going to get better than."
Xerephon had a good look around while the woman was talking. It really looked as though these guys were barely hanging on and so he could understand why they wouldn't risk helping him.
"Thanks for checking my shoulder out - I've re-set it that way a few times...I think." He screwed up his face as although he was sure he'd done that before, he couldn't latch onto the specific memories.
"Yes unfortunately. The dark magics of this foul land breath life back into the dead after a few days. We have learned it is best to not get his attention. Luckily he seems to have a fixation on the foot of the path here. Anyway, here is Tarkleigh. If you get hurt again I'll do my best to patch you up. Come find me later if you want to do me a favor." She said, pointing you towards a one-booted man with a bandage across his left eye.
"Fine work with Hillock. Where'd you learn to fight like that? No, don't tell me. We exiles have no history. Dominus took it from us the moment his Blackguards dumped us in the water out there. It's just live or die, now." He said, looking you up and down before holding a box out to you. "Here, have this, and no need to thank me. I'm thinking of myself, and the others here. The longer we fighters live, the longer everyone lives, and this little ruby should help you and that hunk of iron you took do just that." He explained. Inside the box was another red gem, this one with a flame like symbol on it.
Attacks a target with physical and fire damage, causing balls of molten magma to launch forth from your weapon as you swing. These will explode, causing attack damage to nearby enemies where they land.
Xerephon nods as Tarkleigh mentions about the loss of memory. "I thought that was just me. I seem to know how to do some things, but have no idea how I know that or where I got trained."
He took the gem and examined it, wondering how it would go with the ice gems already in the sword. He decided there was only one way to find out and replaced one with the fire gem and looked around for something to practice on.
Once that was done, he returned to Tarkleigh. "Many thanks. I guess I could do with some direction or information. And an offer to help you with anything you currently need here."
"Huh? You mean you really can't remember? Maybe you hit your head on something. Not a great place to make your first memories." He said with a half-grin. "We sure could use any help you could offer, and we would do what we can to help you in return. I think Nessa had mentioned she needed something done. You could also ask any of the others who are up and about. I would stay away from Vani though. He's got a sickness even our Nessa can't cure."
"Thanks - good to hear. One thing - anyone got a pair of trousers I could use?"
Xerephon had now been told about the crystals so moved the ice crystal to the club and the other 2 crystals to sword. He decided to head out and fight Nessa and see what she suggested he could help with.
But Nessa got the drop on him first! She had been hiding behind some rubble and slashed out at his ankles as he passed, severing his achilles tendons and dropping him to the ground. "Next time pick a fight with somebody on your level Bitch." She said as she plunged a dagger into his eye....
...Was the sudden vision that occurred in Xerephon's head as Tarkleigh rummaged though some crates for a moment before handing him a ragged pair of shorts that reached his knees.
Nessa wasn't hard time find as she knelt besides some injured exiles near the firepit. "Hmm? What can I do for you exile? Would you mind telling me your name first though?" She asked
"You mean before I checked your arm a few minutes ago? No I don't think so." She replied after a glance at him. Turning back to her patiant she dipped a bit of cloth in some water and laid it across his forehead before standing and facing Xerephon. "Well then Xerephon. If you wish to help us out there isn't much here for you to do, but out on the coast, amongst the wrecks, there must be a ship’s medicine chest. I have many to care for and there’s only so much I can do with herbs and seawater. Bestel would know more about the wrecks since Tarkleigh had pulled him out of one."
"Oi somebody looking fer me Nessa girl?" A seaman's voice said behind Xerephon just before he felt an arm rest around the back of his neck. "A Guilty Guard, to be gambled and gutted in the straits of Wraeclast. That's the first line of the poem I'm writing about you, exile.
The name's Bestel, captain of the good ship 'Merry Gull'. Alas, my Merry Gull is gone. My crew is gone. But my wits remain... after a fashion." He chuckled off key before releasing you and stepping away so you could look at his lumpy figure and holey tricorn captain's hat.
"Mmm, that I can lad. That I can." He said before gesturing for Xerephon to come in closer and speaking in a whisper, as if he was telling a great secret. "There's an island up north a bit, a hop, skip, and a wade offshore of the Terraces. That's where my Merry Gull ran aground. Watched the locals spit-roast the ship's doctor, and not in the fun way, but his medicine chest might still be there, amongst the splinters and bones. It'd have everything Nessa might need. Doctor 'Shaky Hands' Opden was lousy with a scalpel, and even worse with a saw... but he knew his apothecary. Explains the shaky hands, if you ask me." He said before suddenly roaring with laughter.
"Thanks, Bestel. Any chance you could give me an idea of how far a 'hop, skip and a wade' is?"
It didn't matter which - it was either that or spend his day whittling amusing figures out of driftwood. He couldn't remember exactly what it was he used to so, be he knew he didn't like to be idle. After cadging some food and drink from someone, he headed off as directed
Approaching the settlement carefully, Morganna eventually made her way within, keeping her glass shard at her side just in case, was better than nothing, and eventually she entered further within, remaining cautious and alert as ever as she looked around for anyone else.
Morganna would find herself in the lower part of the camp. Two earthen ramps led up to a man made stone plateau about seven feel higher then the sandy level she was one. Men and women in varying stages of sickness and injury muddled about on her level, finding what confort they could. A hooded man eventually pushed himself to his feet and approached Morganna. "Ho there exile. Seems you got here just at the right time. The big brute Hillock just got put down a little while ago. Name's Hugo, I fish for us. If your hurt you should go see Nessa up top. Blessed girl does what she can to ease some suffering around here. If you want to buy or sell go see Monty with the gapped smile. One-eyed Tarkleigh is the leader around here. As much as you can be at least."