Screams Of Terror Come From The Laboratory.

[MrSyth 637]

As you walk through the city, you suddenly hear a loud scream coming from
the laboratory. Going there, you find Silvos on on the floor of his
office, heavy fumes breaching your lungs as you walk closer.

“AAAAAGH!”

Terror strikes you, as the old high elf screams continuously. Moments later, you notice why:

His hands are gone.

As if they’d simply vanished into thin air, Silvos’s hands had been eaten
off by the aggressive fluid that was flowing out of the glass system in
his office. As the liquid hisses loudly, it slowly vaporizes. All it
leaves is the broken high elf, now handless.

“I... I... ”

Silvos passes out. The wounds revealing his wrists seem not to have bleeded at
all. They just shine ever so slightly, as if they were covered by some
kind of membrane. As Amras and Lelien drag him to the pond, he remains unconcious.

((Your turn, community. How will you react? I’ll wake Silvos up when seems right.))

 

[Lawrna 440]

Lelien sits about 7 metres from Silvos' unconcious body, not daring to come any closer in the fear the 'disease' might spread.

 

She plays with a lock of her hair. Braiding it and unbraiding it.

[Stag 3234]

*Mr.Elervathar Walks along before hearing the screams. Slowly he follows the voices and moans to where Silvos lies. Upon first examination from afar he looks like fainted but as he drew closer a sense of horror became evident in Iatrilemar's eyes. He seems to reach out and mold the now vaporized hands in the air, shaping in every detail of Silvos's hands that used to be. Iatrilemar slowly closes his eyes and continues to mold in the air and his mind, until a clear mental image comes through. With another moment he opens his eyes and slowly lowers his hands as he watches the scene.*

[hex37 737]

Cyra paces into the city, looking about curiously. This is... her people's home.

She was home.

Cyra felt... happy, and curious, and anxious. Her face, however, was still blank. It was almost always blank- She always did have problems expressing herself.

Rounding around the pond, she came to the scene. A tight, analytical frown formed on Cyra's face. She looked Silvos over first, before briefly flicking her eyes to Lelien and Iatrilemar. After a short amount of time, Cyra uttered a brief phrase:

"Excuse me."

Cyra knelt by Silvos. Reaching over to the pond, she cupped water in her delicate hands, and poured the liquid where his hand would be, were it still connected to his body. She went on to pour the last of it on the apparent stub. She watches on with deadened eyes, but, internally, eagerly awaits the results.

[Samler 1566]

Seth which was told by Amras about the happening has written to the best healer to his knowledge, Nianna Calm, he also maked sure to take on heavy gloves aswell as the old gold coloured Sillumir mask with some cloth under to cover his mouth, in a back which he takes with him aswell is there bandages, needles and other medical supplies, then he comes up to the lap he looks at Cyra, his voice muffled by the mask and cloth under speaks somewhat cold. "Is he still alive?"

[hex37 737]

Cyra continues to watch intently.
"This one is..."
Her eye makes its way up to Seth's face mid-statement, whereupon she reevaluates her wording.
"I mean, I'm fairly certain he is."

*Far away*
A bird dies of hypothermia in the freezing snow. The netherbeasts known as birds cannot reach Nienna where she lives. Nienna is in hiding.

[Samler 1566]

Seth nods slowly still wearing the mask. "Ayla, do you have medical knowledge, miss?"

[hex37 737]

Cyra's gaze returns to Silvos.

"You are correct. I am trained in the art of delaying death."

[Samler 1566]

Seth nods slowly. "As one I assume is more trained in the art, what would you suggest we do to him now?"

[hex37 737]

Cyra holds up a silencing finger. She's still waiting to see if her water did anything.

[TheBareSheet 194]

As Arahael reaches the scene, just the sight made her gape, wilt and eventually drop all books on the floor. The books clattered on the floor, echoing in the apparent silence. Arahael, which have not seen such horrifying things before, simply squeezes her eyes shut as she says - "Could Kalenz illusion his hands back?". It was a foolish idea, yet an idea anyways.

 

 

 

((Silvos does not need hands, simply continue his telekinesis work...))

[Lawrna 440]

Lelien sighs as those around her talk.

 

"Sillyvos will be fine. He is still breathing, is he not?"

 

She continues to braid and unbraid her hair.

[MrSyth 637]

Silvos gasps, as he regains conciousness. He widens his eyes, noticing he's surrounded by people. For one moment, he wonders what happened. Then he remembers the evening before. Hastily trying to get up, he starts to shout.

"Leave me be, I can handle this. I can... Ergh."

His body didn't allow him to get up. He tried to support himself by leaning on his hands, but leaning on the stumps now covering his wrists only made them hurt.

"Bring me... help me up!"
 

[TheBareSheet 194]

Arahael tries to pull Silvos up by hooking both arms under his left arm.

[MrSyth 637]

Grunts, as his entire bodyweight is pulled up from one arm.

"Stop it you imbecile! Someone help her!"