< thearchitect > Seeking assistance

[emet_sulk]

[ Attached is a picture of one of the spider nests in the Red Hills. It's from a wary distance but there are no spiders visible; only their many, many webs. The picture comes with a VOICED message: ]

I had thought to tackle this task myself, but I quite overestimated the number of arachnids here. I would like to collect some of this venom for myself in addition to what this quest asks, and for that I require some help.

[ A pause. ]

A healer would be a boon but I care not so long as you are capable.

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[troubadamsel]

[ Once the creature is out of sight, Maribelle runs to his side, hands on his arm... but there is one issue she's noticed. ]

When it seeps out of you... do you have something to put it in? Otherwise, it'll just fall back to the ground again!

[emet_sulk]

Glass...vials. On my belt.

[ With great effort, he points to the row of small glass vials fastened securely in a leather holster attached to his belt. ]

[troubadamsel]

At least we came into this slightly prepared...

[ Thank goodness! One arm comes to his sleeve, beginning the healing process - the other unhooks a vial and holds it under for capture. ]

[emet_sulk]

[ As her magic works its way through his arm, he breathes a quiet sigh of relief as the paralysis eases. The bites are not pretty and it's even more disturbing to see the venom flow backwards out of the wounds, dripping down his arm and into the vial she holds. ]

'Tis certainly not a strategy I would like to employ on the regular. You have my thanks.

[troubadamsel]

[ Maribelle feels her stomach twist, but manages to keep down her breakfast. ]

... Once you're able to move, we should leave. We don't need that creature coming back for seconds.

[emet_sulk]

Agreed.

[ It only takes a little while for all the venom to finally leave his system and for the wounds to seal under her care. It feels strange being able to stand after being wracked by paralysis pains only moments ago. ]

I'll take the vials. Let's leave. I can see them crawling back out.

[troubadamsel]

[ Maribelle tries to suppress the urge to scream. No, please, no more spiders! Ever, actually! ]

Y-Yes, let's be on our way! Take care with those vials - I never want to come here again!

[emet_sulk]

[ He rolls his eyes a little but hastens her away, keeping his weapon ready to beat back any faster spiders who think to pursie the beyond the webs. Once they're safe, he slows and exhales. ]

It seems they've given up. Thank you for your help. This should be plenty to start with.

[troubadamsel]

[ She exhales as well, lightly wiping sweat from her brow. ]

... I suppose that could have gone worse, but I'd prefer not to think about it. I hope you never have to put yourself in that sort of danger again.

[emet_sulk]

I make no promises.

[ Who knows what kind of creatures they'll run into in the future? ]

You may rest at my campsite for a while before you return to the city, if you like. 'Tis quite the distance away on foot.

[troubadamsel]

... I'd like to stay with you until I know you're all right. Even with the venom out of your system, you must be feeling awful.

... If I may.

can wrap it up I think

[emet_sulk]

I feel quite well, actually. It isn't as though their venom destroys the organs. But as you wish.

[ It sounds a trifle formal, perhaps, but he isn't one who easily opens up. He turns and continues on towards his camp. As he says, she is welcome to remain until she's satisfied. Even if the silence may be awkward to her, he doesn't seem to notice as he becomes engrossed in his alchemy.

Quite a fruitful day, all told. ]