Occulus
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Occulus.
"SHERISTERA!" Liyr funneled all of his magical power into the greatest spell of shielding he could imagine, encasing his green dragon friend, staving off the deathblow being delivered to her. The other dragons that were helping his party fight back the blue dragon Eregos, offered mourning calls for the dragon soon to die. The bronze dragons were the loudest, offering death calls for the soul about to pass. The ruby drake spared not a glance, his mind centered upon Eregos, his rider likewise minded.
Liyr dropped like a stone with Sheristera, his legs wrapped about her neck, his eyes watering at their rapid descent from the towering Occulus. His party gave yells for him to release his fallen dragon, but he ignored them, focusing only upon the power he could summon in a very short time. The frozen wastes of the isle rocketed upwards, and Liyr performed a minor miracle. Placing both hands upon his mount, he shoved what magical energy he had left into a Levitation spell upon Sheristera. Their descent slowed dramatically, and Liyr sought to work yet another miracle. He shivered in the buffet of frosted winds while searching his bags for his worse case scenario items. He pulled out two flasks, and two trinkets. He downed one flask, his meagre pool of magical energy nearing it's maximum after he had partaken of the icy blue contents. After placing it down with his backpack, it immediately started to refill with the liquid once more, an endless supply. The second flask was dark, cloudy, and stank of death. This, too, he downed without a second's thought. Immediately his eyes watered, his sight increased magically, and energy appeared to sift and weave from his body in light gusts.
He placed the empty flask back into his bag, and grasped the two trinkets. He cast spells upon himself, increasing his spiritual power immensely, along with his magical strength. Sheristera turned a single golden eye to him, and within that single orb, Liyr saw a glimmer of hope. Liyr placed his clenched fists against her green hide, and began a spell of healing so powerful, a single mistake would kill the both of them. Hours and days, minutes or seconds, his willpower refused to allow his dragon mount to die. The faint cries of the bronze dragons, the perceivers of time in all its form, halted and changed. Eregos' twisted form landed nearby, shattering the ground, yet Liyr never so much as blinked. His power fluctuated as he pushed himself beyond his mortal limits, his will demanding more and more in order to restore Sheristera to full health. Glowing energy slowly reknit her wounds together, her magical body fighting the holy energy because it was not her own. Had Liyr taken a moment to remove that characteristic of all dragons, her life after healing would be forfeit. Never again would she be able to deflect spells with her body.
"Yorun, anything you can do for him?" The blood elf paladin kicked the undead mage that was busy collecting large quantities of Eregos' cooling blood.
"Hmm?" Yorun looked up, his hands moving to protect the precious fluid from harm before he could even see the threat. "Oh.." He looked to Liyr's still form and shrugged, his collar bone poking through his patched robes. "He's a blood elf, just give him mana to absorb." He turned back to his work, his features stiff in the frozen winds. His corrupted fingers moved quickly, filling vials and vials with magically infused blood. The paladin scowled, stomped over to Liyr, and placed his hand against his back. A brief flash of light illuminated the area, then the paladin fell, white, gasping, and disoriented. Yorun looked up from his work, his golden eyes crinkling slightly. "Fool.." He whispered under his breath, finding it funny that the elf wouldn't think to partition his mana in order to stop all of it being absorbed.
The paladin shivered in his armor, his red drake mount nudging him with his nose.
You're an idiot you know. You should know to never interrupt any type of spell as great as what the elf is trying to work.
Had he any strength left, the paladin may have tried to hit the drake, but as it was all his energy was going into staying alive. The drake's piercing gaze took the paladin's eyes, and it decided something. It moved a step closer and settled down upon the cold, barren earth. It reached over and tugged the paladin, scraping his armor accross the ice, and held his body under one leg. His heat kept the cold at bay, and worked to restore the paladin to normal.
I want some mammoth tusks for this, and some shoveltusk steaks.
The paladin uttered not a word, simply glad that he wasn't dead for his act of idiocy.
Liyr felt a small amount of mana at his back, a thought, and he absorbed it. The amount was small, barely even worth taking, but every drop was necessary for what he was doing. He could feel more mana, an even larger and stronger force to his far right, but he couldn't risk leaving Sheristera to take it. So he stayed where he was, his mind constantly casting spells, drawing upon magical energies, dragging energy back from his heals in order to reuse it over and over again. Both hands started to ache as the need to grasp hold of the strong, magical items worked their effects. His bones were starting to hum, and while humming they started to crack. Super fine cracks started to line his finger bones, his knuckles became stressed more than his finger bones as they received two seperate sources of vibration, making them damage themselves faster. Should Liyr continue his endeavour, the likelyhood of his hands becoming useless, was a valid concern. The trinkets he held were magical constructs that had been created in order to function as magical storehouses. One held several week's worth of Liyr's magical power, while the other turned each one of his seperate heals into more mana.
"How the hell is he managing this?" The huntress pet her corrupt hound beside her, running her fingers through it's silver mane. The tauren warrior offered a grin to her question.
"Liyr's always been the best at healing. I've been in groups that called him inept or even stupid, because a druid with gear much better than his could do better. But if you will see, Liyr isn't exactly wearing the best of robes. Everything he has on him would probably fit a rogue more, if they were inclined to cloth. But that just makes him all the better." The huntress scoffed.
"I can't believe I let you guys talk me into this group. And we even went up against Eregos!"
"Did you die?" She turned to offer a scathing remark, then decided to hold her tongue in check after seeing his eyes.
"No... I didn't." The tauren nodded.
"I trust him with my life. No matter how hurt I am, no matter how close I am to death, I have never died. I have come close, many, many times I have come close, but not once has Liyr let me slip from the realm of Azeroth. I have had healers leave, drop the group and run, but Liyr..." The tauren turned his gaze to the Blood Elf priest so thoroughly fixated upon healing his mount. "He's so utterly dedicated to healing, that he runs himself ragged to make sure that others are perfectly fine." He turned back to the huntress, his pale green eyes alighting upon her own vibrant green orbs. "Have you ever heard rumours of the suicidal group?"
The huntress offered a nod. "Yeah, people that go all out, don't care what they do, so long as they move forwards fast."
The warrior nodded his head in Liyr's direction. "They've left him drinking heavily of refreshing mana restoratives, moved beyond his range, yet he still got there in time to prevent their deaths. Even if he's paired up with a group full of suicides, he will do the impossible. His reaction speeds rival that of a rogue, his concentration that of a mage, and his mana pool has never been completely wasted before this moment in time."
"Then why would he be drinking?" A cold voice offered an answer to her question as the undead mage finished his workings.
"Because while he has strength, everyone suffers from mental stress. He most likely needs a moment to restore his mental energy instead of his magical." The mage finished stuffing his vials into his bags, his stiff face turning to view the huntress with a coldness that was more than a match for the freezing winds about them.
"Liyr lost his mistress during Arthas' destruction of the sunwell. Ever since, he's dedicated himself to healing in all of its forms." The tauren's facial expressions finally changed as he turned to face the mage.
"How the hell would you know that?" The undead's lips twitched slightly.
"I happen to know his mistress. Though she has removed herself from Arthas' grip, she still isn't fully aware of what she was." Yorun summoned a spark of flame, and lit his pipe. He inhaled deeply, then exhaled, the smoke escaping from his robes before being dashed by the arctic winds.
"So why's that shield still up anyway? Don't his shields dissipate after a minute or so?"
"Time displacement. He's likely slowing time down in order to work upon her body faster. You know dragons are immune to magic, don't you? How hard do you think it would be to actually cast a healing spell upon a dragon and have it take root before it's body naturally dispelled or annulled the heal?"
The huntress blinked her emerald eyes. "Ionno... a few minutes?" Yorun's dark fingers came up to his face, the bones touching upon pallid flesh.
"Children who know nothing about the greater magics should not offer comment. The effect is immediate. Dragon's are heavily resistant to any type of magic are highly magical in, and of themselves, and the aspects themselves are more akin to demigods than dragons."
What he says is true. The fact that your little priest is healing a dragon is a fact of wonder. Alextraza shall hear of this before long.
The tauren turned to his dragon mount. "Coryx, I'd rather she didn't know." The dragon turned his head, tilting it slightly. "If she knew, she might think to kill him. It would take hundreds of us mortals to change a dragon in any way, yet this one mortal, on his own, is working magic that can physically change a dragon. Were he to put this ability to use in harming a dragon, the results would be disastrous, would they not?" The dragon nodded his head. "Then please, don't tell her. If you absoloutely can not do as I say, then please get her to understand, however you can, that Liyr's only thoughts are of health and life. The fact that he didn't leave his dragon should prove that much at least." Coryx nodded his head once more, and turned to watch events that would most likely shape the blood elf's history for a millenia.
Bit by bit, the hole within Sheristera's large body closed. Her heart was engulfed in energy, protecting it from the freezing winds. Her internal organs were forced to knit together where possible, or forced to regenerate new portions where not. A large portion of her liver had been removed by Eregos' paw when she'd flown too close to the red drake in order to restore his health with her dream funnel technique. Liyr forced her body to recreate the lost portion. He switched his attention to her bowels as pin pricks of waste started to leak into her body cavity. Liyr renewed Sheristera's health in that particular area, restoring the lining of her bowels, obliterating the poisons within her waste, turning the waste to energy, and repurposing it. He moved to the outside of her body, healing bruising, ruptured scales and flesh. Her horrendously punctured hide became pristine once more. He touched upon the ice under her belly, and shifted it, shaping it into a cradle. He funneled all of his magical energy into the shield still up and around Sheristera, slowing her time even more. Little by little, he withdrew his presence from Sheristera's body, slowing down her rapid cell regeneration, halting abnormal cell developement and preventing malignant growths.
Liyr slowly removed his presence from Sheristera. His awareness of her body faded, though a connection would forever be there. He had immersed himself in her body for so long, that even had he wanted to, the connection would never be severable. Liyr breathed in, and so did Sheristera. Liyr's heart beat, and so did Sheristera's. Liyr's eyes blinked, and their silver gleam became hidden for a moment.
"Riverwind, can you take the trinkets out of my hands please?" The tauren made his way over to Liyr, hoofprints being left in the snow and ice. Riverwind's large fingers moved with gentle care, prying open Liyr's cracked and bleeding fingers. Liyr made not a sound as the trinkets were moved to his bag, his hands bloody pools that dripped upon the frozen wastes. Liyr's mana flickered and wavered, the shield dropping as he no longer held the great amount needed to sustain it.
NO! DON'T! You .... wont.. what?
Sheristera righted herself, the cradle of ice crumbling about her as she moved. Liyr smiled at her, his eyes slowly losing their brilliant silver glow, and turning green once more.
"Glad to see you're alive Sheristera." The dragons bugled loudly, announcing the life that was returned among them. Sheristera's eyes twinkled, unshedable tears glittering behind lids of scaled beauty.
Glad to be alive...