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Post by Faris Scherwiz on Dec 16, 2018 15:12:39 GMT -6
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Have you seen this man?
You've got a lot of brass, or mayhap you're just lacking in brains!
Bartz and Lenna were missing.
Just as soon as they’d all reunited, the both of them disappeared in the night as though they’d never been there at all. Faris had woken to an empty hotel room, uneasy at the silence. Still, he’d trusted the two must just be out together so he’d waited. And waited. And waited until the sun had slipped into twilight and he was pacing, jaw clenched as strange possibilities came to mind.
Where were they? Had they been kidnapped? Were they in danger? Had they taken a midnight walk and been murdered in the streets? Neither of them could defend themselves, and if they’d gotten themselves into trouble…
Faris didn’t stay the night. No, he was out the door by nightfall, stalking through the inn’s front door so forcefully that he heard the frame shake behind him. He was going to find them. By all the sea, he was going to find them.
No one in Torensten had seen them. At least, no one he’d asked had seen anyone who looked like them. No blue-clad, chipper lads or pink-haired women in small dresses. He asked around for the next day before moving on, asking every traveler on the road for guidance from Torensten to Provo. Provo was the biggest city, the place they’d most likely have gone, and even still he couldn’t help but lose hope. What were the chances they’d made it that far without running into some wild beast or another? And what were the chances they’d have come at all? Faris didn’t know, but it was his last hope, and he’d be damned before he stopped trying.
”Hey you! The lad in the green sweater! Have you seen a man about this tall, brown hair, blue-clad with a cape? Ah. What about a-?” Faris trailed off as the boy he was questioning walked away. Then he sighed.
This was getting him nowhere. The streets of Provo were full, sure, but was it likely any of them had seen a pair that had gone missing a city away? Still, as the next passerby started towards him, Faris straightened his back and planted himself right in the woman’s path.
”Lass! Have you seen a woman, looks a tad like me but with pink hair? Oh. Or a man with a cape? He’s got brown hair, all messy like the wind got ahold of it, and-!” No, that one was a bust too. Faris grumbled something to himself and shoved his hair behind his ear.
He had to get a lead somewhere. He just had to!
”Ah, you there! Have you seen a lad with a blue tunic and a cape? Brown hair? A bit on the duller side?”
Post by Faris Scherwiz on Dec 15, 2018 15:21:28 GMT -6
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[attr="class","fromyou1"]@fox
Yup
You've got a lot of brass, or mayhap you're just lacking in brains!
”That thing may have been a God, but if I see it again I'll carve out it's black heart all the same."
”Uh.” Faris watched her awkwardly, not really sure what to say to that. He guessed there was nothing wrong with killing a god, but ‘carving out its heart’ was a little much. Was he really doing the right thing saving her? Whether she was violent or not, he couldn’t just leave someone half-drowned on the beach. That wasn’t his style.
She questioned his titles and asked if he should be looting instead of helping marooned strangers, and he gave a hearty laugh at the suggestion. ”I’ve looted plenty in my time,” he said. ”More than enough, but saving a lass like you from the sea? That’s been a time.”
”And I’ll only take your gil if you’ve got it to give. I did this on my own, nothing else to it but that. So let’s get you where you can get some help. I’m not much of a healer myself.”
But she was already muttering to herself, jaw clenched and voice like a hiss through her teeth. ”Shut. Up.” Faris blinked at her blankly.
”I’m only trying to help, lass. I know it’s scrambled inside your head, but you need to slow down. I’ll get you the help you need.”
Her name was Wander. A little on the nose, but Faris guessed it was all the same one way or the other. He nodded. “Wander then. Good to meet you, I think. Wish it wasn’t so close to death.” Faris rubbed at the back of his neck. ”My crew’s been lost to the waves. Maybe they’re still somewhere back home. Maybe...They’ve succumbed to the water.” Faris looked off into the horizon. He couldn’t linger on that thought.
”Anyway, let’s get you to your feet.” He reached down and grabbed her under the arms, hauling her up and trying his best to throw an arm around his shoulder. ”No use staying here.”
Post by Faris Scherwiz on Nov 28, 2018 16:05:12 GMT -6
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[attr="class","fromyou1"]@bartz , @lennatycoon
Backstory, ahoy!
You've got a lot of brass, or mayhap you're just lacking in brains!
Lenna agreed with him. Of course she did! They were sisters after all! And they both expressed just how much Bartz meant to them even if they did it in their own ways. Lenna had always been better at talking emotion than Faris. She had that special kind of softness to her that Faris could never emulate even if he’d wanted to. He hoped Bartz would understand in his own dim-witted way. He was a hopeless adventurer at heart, and somehow Faris doubted he’d take kindly to being held back by strangers.
In fact, if it were anyone else, Faris would have said that they’d come off as overbearing. But this was Bartz. The mere idea of it was ridiculous.
Still, Bartz just stood there awkwardly. Whatever miracle had jogged Lenna’s memory didn’t seem to do a damned thing for Bartz. ”Well. Doesn’t seem like my piece of rock feels like talking.” He pulled it out of his pocket and held it out in the palm of his hand. ”You guys listen to rocks often?”
Faris gave him a hard look that implied every bit of his stupidity. ”They’re crystals, not rocks, you dullard. And they only talk when they’re whole. Not in these puny shards.” Faris rocked on his heels and tossed his hair over his shoulder. ”We can show you how to use them well enough. Once we’ve gotten into it, I’m sure it’ll all come back to you. You were as much a master with them as any of us, and I’d say you’ll have the knack again.”
Bartz moved towards their coach and fell into it, sprawling there with a kind of reckless abandon that Faris would only expect from either a nomad or a pirate. ”Enough about me,” he said. ”I think the more interesting question is how you two are related. Your folks get married and you two just hit it off? A pirate captain and…” He trailed off as his eyes landed on Lenna. ”Whatever you do. Siblings. That’s really something.”
Bartz grabbed for a paper on the end table next to him, twisting it between his fingers and Faris recognized it as nerves. Bartz wasn’t a stranger to attention, but he’d never been one for the full spotlight.
”Well, we’re sisters for one,” Faris said, his nose wrinkling at reveal of his secrets even though Bartz already technically knew them. ”Royalty, apparently, except I got dropped into the sea when I was hardly old enough to keep myself afloat! A band of pirates came along and I hadn’t a clue of where I came from. All they got was my name, and the wrong one at that. I guess you can’t rely on someone without all their teeth to speak clearly.” Faris shook his head, tossing his hair back again. He didn’t like talking about his origins anymore than he likes talking about his life as a princess. It just didn’t feel quite like him.
”Lenna here’s the queen of Tycoon. That’s a kingdom if you’re not caught up. I’m the older of us, but I wouldn’t know the first thing about leading anything but a ship! Besides, pirating’s much more my style.” Faris gave a short laugh that came out only a little hollow. He’d had enough time to mostly come to terms with his identity. Mostly.
”And that’s about it unless Lenna got something to add. Her head’s almost as mucked up as yours though so she’s lost nearly all of it. Well, about her history at least.”
Post by Faris Scherwiz on Nov 21, 2018 14:10:03 GMT -6
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[attr="class","fromyou1"]@bartz , @lennatycoon
Sorry Bartz
You've got a lot of brass, or mayhap you're just lacking in brains!
“You had me worried sick.” Lenna came around the corner, dressed in the formless blue robes and pointed hat of a black mage. She must have been practicing again. ”And our neighbors will complain if you are loud again Faris. Try to keep it down a notch or…” She trailed off as her eyes found Bartz. Faris grinned, glancing between them and praying to the crystals that the silence would break with some great revelation and that maybe it would all work out in his favor.
Lenna’s robes shattered in a flash of light and she was left standing there in her usual pink dress, mouth slightly ajar and eyes wavering. She rushed forward and threw her arms around the both of them. ”How could I forget him? The guy who started us all down that crazy path that led to us being heroes?”
Faris tensed awkwardly at her touch but wrapped his free arm around her waist anyway. ”That’s right, Lenna,” he said, even though he would have argued it was Lenna who'd started them down that path. ”It’s Bartz. I found him.” She noticed him wriggling beside him, and broke up the hug give him space. To tell the truth, Faris needed the room to breathe as well. Bartz danced away the second he was free.
”Are you guys sure you have the right person?" Bartz laughed nervously and tussled his hair. ”I mean I could just bare a handsomely good resemblance to a Bartz you know. It's out there but makes about as much sense as being a 'hero'." Then he glanced between them and thrust a hand out Lenna’s way, introducing himself like they’d never met before. Though his continued memory loss ruffled Faris’ feathers, he couldn’t help an approving look at the introduction and let Lenna answer before he’d round on Bartz again.
”I’m more sure than I’ve been of anything in my life!” Faris put his hands on his hips and looked him over. ”And you showed me a shard of the wind crystal yourself! That proves it, doesn’t it? You’re a Warrior of Light whether you remember it or not! And a damn good man at that. You don’t have to be a hero if you don’t want it -- I don’t much like the word myself -- but you’re a friend if nothing else, and I don’t let my friends go wandering about without a clue of who they are. Or a way to fend off the monsters at that.”
He crossed his arms and leaned back on his heel, casting him a kind of friendly smirk. ”Accept it, lad. We’re here for you whether you like it or not. Even if your memories got lost at sea when you were thrown headfirst into a new world. That’s all the more reason to stick together.”
Post by Faris Scherwiz on Nov 6, 2018 8:06:46 GMT -6
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[attr="class","fromyou1"]@bartz , @lennatycoon
Hurray for kidnapping!
You've got a lot of brass, or mayhap you're just lacking in brains!
Bartz was here. Faris still couldn’t wrap his around it. After all his time worrying. After all his time longing for his friends, his crew, for a single familiar face, Bartz was here and standing beside him. If you’d have asked him a month ago how he’d feel seeing him again, Faris would’ve said that he’d never have felt such relief even as he’d lopped him upside the head for leaving him alone so long. Faris should have thanked the gods, the crystals, and every alignment of stars for their reunion, and yet…
”You still don’t remember a thing?” Faris glanced back at him, to the familiar face of one of the only people in the world he’d have trusted with his life. His best friend in three world combined next to Lenna, and someone he’d have thrown himself in front of a behemoth for even if they didn’t always get along. Seeing him like this, without a clue of who Faris was, it felt almost like losing him all over again.
”Well, there’s nothing for it, I guess. When Galuf found his head rattled, we all just had to live with it until he got himself straight. As long as you don’t wander off a cliff somewhere, you’ll fill that empty head of yours eventually. Until then, I’ll make sure you don’t get yourself killed. You and Lenna.”
Faris bit his tongue as he rounded the corner to the inn. It was like the world was playing some kind of cosmic joke. You want your friends back? Wish granted, but only if it's like you never met at all! It was cruel. It was infuriating, but it was also life. Faris had never been one for feeling sorry for himself. No, he was much more a man of action.
And right now, his only course of action was to keep the two people closest to him from harm.
The inn was nicer than the dives Faris usually frequented. Which meant that there weren’t any cracks in the ceiling and it didn’t smell perpetually of booze. It was the kind of place that usually frowned on brigands like Faris and that Faris usually frowned right back at, but he’d have still gone even stuffier if it meant keeping Lenna comfortable. They could barely afford a room like this with its clean windows and quiet neighbors, but Faris would never tell her exactly how much he worried at night. She didn’t need to know that. No, all Lenna needed to do was rest and get both her jobs and her memory back in turn.
He supposed that was the same for Bartz, but Faris couldn’t help a distinct lack of sympathy for the man she dragged behind her. Bartz wasn’t someone who needed protecting in the best of times, and in the worst, he’d also needed a good tongue lashing afterwards for whatever dangerous scheme he’d gotten himself into. Maybe that was why Faris hadn’t bothered to ask his opinion on the subject of his future. Whatever he’d gotten himself into, it was always Faris’ job to drag him back out.
”Lenna, I’m back!” Faris fumbled with his keys, only then remembering just how many drinks he’d slammed down on another’s dime. After a moment, he managed to align the key with the lock and pushed open the door, barging inside before looking back to Bartz. ”You’d better act well even if you don’t remember her. She’s my sister, and I won’t stand for it if you offend her!” With that said, Faris pushed farther inside, looking around for Lenna as he went.
”Lenna, I brought someone with me. Do you remember Bartz? Come here and look at him! Finding me did wonders for you, so maybe it’ll bring something back!”
Post by Faris Scherwiz on Nov 5, 2018 6:50:01 GMT -6
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[attr="class","fromyou1"]@lennatycoon
Huzzah
You've got a lot of brass, or mayhap you're just lacking in brains!
The job wasn’t far away. Just a day or two outside town, though even that might be trouble for them without the right kind of supplies. Still, Faris knew they’d manage and just nodded along as Lenna told him about some kind of bandits jumping caravans. It sounded straightforward enough even with the risks. Faris could have done it on his own, but could he do it while keeping Lenna out of danger?
She answered that with actions rather than words. In a flash of soothing blue light, her usual dress elongated into a flowing white robe. Her sleeves lengthened, her head was shrouded by her hood, and in a moment’s notice she stood there -- the spitting image of a white mage from stories and legends. With a smile, she paused, closing her eyes and letting the light envelope her again. This time, the hood flattened into long-rimmed hat complete with a jaunty father. The robe shortened itself and came up at the knees, changing color as it went. A red mage.
”Aye, you’ve made your point,” Faris said with a sly grin before his sister was flashing with light again and her mage’s clothes were replaced with steel armor. ”And now you’re just showing off,” he said though showing off wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. It kept dullards from underestimating you, for one, and Faris felt more like a dullard himself with every passing minute.
Lenna always looked odd in knight’s clothes. The edges were too harsh for her, and even though the armor fit her perfectly, she always seemed a little dwarfed by it. Still, Faris knew it wasn’t merely a costume, and the practice she’d shown with her crystal really was remarkable.
”I do not know why but this just feel natural to me,” she said and Faris nodded along.
”Those’re the classes from the wind crystal. The first we ever got. It’s been a while since I’ve seen them like that, but it’s a great start.” He hesitated before shaking his head and standing, pushing the empty plate away from him. ”Alright, alright. You’ve won me over. We’ll start out at noon and ask one of those caravans to bring us along. Then, when they’re rushed, we’ll take on those bandits like the warriors we are.” He pushed back the hair from his bandanna before glancing to Lenna again. She really was a marvel.
”You’ll make them regret something fierce. I’m sure of it,” he said though he wondered whether it was more for his benefit than hers. ”You’ve always been fierce in your own way. You’re not the kind to let the world drag you down.” Not like Faris with his stormy moods and his reckless acts. No, he needed someone like Lenna -- even if it was only at a distance. She made him the best he could be.
”Now how about we practice a little more before we go? I want to see all you’ve worked for.”
Post by Faris Scherwiz on Oct 25, 2018 19:12:39 GMT -6
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[attr="class","fromyou1"]@fox Yay for not drowning?
I'm sure this will go over well
You've got a lot of brass, or mayhap you're just lacking in brains!
The drowned stranger shuddered at the touch of Faris’ magic and then rolled over, sputtering and coughing up sea water. There was blood there (not unusual -- the salt had a way of tearing up the insides) and vomit and the stranger’s body trembled on the sand. Faris couldn’t help a sigh of relief even as the stranger glared daggers at him.
”What... did you do?” The stranger -- a woman, maybe? -- hissed before rolling over to breathe heavily. Faris tried for the warmest look he could manage.
”I got you out of the water’s what I did. Dragged you out myself and tried some magic to get you breathing again. It’s not my strong suit, but it seemed to do the trick.” Faris knelt down beside her in the sand, pushing back his white cloak irritably as it collected sand. She looked about three steps removed from death’s door, but that was better than the half step he’d found her at. With her pale complexion and shuddering breaths, he wondered if she’d ever recover fully, but there wasn’t much else he could do for her now. Faris was more of a fighter than a healer.
The woman kept her eyes on the sky as she asked, ”Did anyone else survive?" Faris gave her a look tinged with sadness as he shook his head.
”Didn’t see anyone,” he said. ”Doesn’t mean they’re not out there somewhere, but they're not here. You must’ve had some manner of god watching over you, I think. With the luck you had.”
The waves lapped at the shore, churning and rolling its deadly song. Faris knew those waves well and he knew the kind of hell they could make out in the open sea. He’d almost drowned twice himself, hadn’t he? Once when he’d met Syldra and again when he’d been but a lost little girl nearly dragged under by her own dress folds.
”There’s a town not too far from here.” Faris looked out at the inky black of the horizon. ”You’ll need a doctor or a mage -- whichever you can get and you’re in no shape to get there yourself. I’ll help you get there if you can manage. I’m stronger than I look.” Faris glanced at her with a wry smile. ”The name’s Faris. Pirate captain and warrior of light back in my world. And what should I call you?”
Post by Faris Scherwiz on Oct 24, 2018 20:10:42 GMT -6
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[attr="class","fromyou1"]@bartz
Faris looks like a stalker
You've got a lot of brass, or mayhap you're just lacking in brains!
"I can't say I remember any of that, though,” Bartz said and Faris shook his head. Of course he didn’t. Neither had Lenna or that Warrior or just about anyone he’d met, but that didn’t mean it Faris wasn’t a little crestfallen at the news. Despite all the stories and the names and the details, Bartz still couldn’t recognize any of it. Faris would have given just about anything to embrace his friend right now -- the one he knew that had shared in all of his most trying moments, fighting right beside him as the warrior he’d always been, but then again…
Then again, Bartz was his friend. And whether he remembered or not, Faris wasn’t about to abandon him. Not here. Not like this.
”Tell you what though,” Bartz said before the storm could start raging too hard in Faris’ heart. ”You know too much about me for this to be a farce or someone trying to pull my leg. You mentioned a crystal..." Bartz reached into his pocket, shuffled his fingers a bit, and then pulled something from it. A shining something that glinted in the low lantern light. ”If this is that, tell me what's so special about it and I'll tag along to meet this princess of yours. Thing must be worth a small fortune."
”That’s…” Faris leaned forward the squint at the thing. It was jagged, whatever it was. And small enough to be completely enclosed in Bartz’s palm. It shimmered in the low light, and Faris caught a color flash from it -- green. He touched at the cool edge of the shard and shivered at the power inside of it. That power...it called to him. Not like a voice, but a feeling. A familiar one too, just like the one that warmed his blood every time he needed strength.
Faris pulled back, staring at it before grinning. ”Aye, that’s it!” he cried before looking at Bartz head on. ”One of the crystals! Or a shard of it, at least! That’s a piece of the wind crystal or I’ve gone daft!” Faris shook his head, letting out a breath as he muttered, ”And here I thought maybe you weren’t the same Bartz I knew after all…”
”But that’s a piece of the crystals, clear as day. If you let it, it’ll give you enough power to take on the world! Now what was it the wind crystal could give you…?” He tapped at his chin, thinking. ”Well, there were the mages. Black and white. Then...a knight? Aye, that was right. A monk maybe. Or a thief? Well, it’s been too long, but you get the idea. Those crystals can give you powers like nothing else can. You saw what I did back in that bar? That was the earth crystal’s doing, and I bet you can manage even better than that if you tried!”
Faris’ eyes gleamed with passion. Bartz would be back to himself before they could blink. Faris just knew it!
”Well, does that answer your questions? Are you ready to come along yet? I’m not usually one for kidnappings, but I’ll do it if have to.” Faris leaned forward and gave Bartz a stern look. ”So you’d better come quietly,” he said before grabbing his arm again and dragging him once more towards the inn.
Despite his strong step and harsh look, Faris couldn’t help the swelling of excitement in his heart. Bartz was here! His friends, all in the same city again! He’d been alone so long, and now…
Well, it didn’t matter that they couldn’t remember more than their own names. Faris could deal with that just the same way they’d all dealt with Galuf until he’d returned to himself. Now wasn’t the time to go questioning how things were or complaining that the situation could be better. Bartz was here, and that was all that mattered.
”It’s not long now,” Faris looked ahead as he marched them towards their temporary new home. ”Not long at all.”
Post by Faris Scherwiz on Oct 22, 2018 12:57:28 GMT -6
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[attr="class","fromyou1"]@bartz
Faris looks like a stalker
You've got a lot of brass, or mayhap you're just lacking in brains!
"Wait, wait, hold up for a minute.” Bartz yanked his arm out of Faris’ grasp and took a step back to face him. They hadn’t gone far, just a little way down the road to the port-side market shimmering with lanterns and sea salt. The pulsing of waves rumbled on from a distance. ”I for one have never done some of things you've accused me of doing. Sailing the seas, being a warrior, and your whole bit, but you know my full name and that's something I keep to myself."
Bartz looked troubled, and somewhere in the that furrowed eyebrow, Faris felt his heart sink. He really didn’t remember. Part of him felt like he was losing his friends all over again.
Something glittered in Bartz’ eye that Faris didn’t like. ”But are you sure these aren't things you want to do with me instead of things we've done?” Bartz leaned forward closer to him in interest. ”My apologies if we've spent a wanton night together of plotting, but I can't recall, but I can't even recall your name let alone these tales of yours."
Bartz shrugged his shoulders and gave that usual carefree laugh of his. All the while, Faris felt his hopes dim to embers.
”You really don’t remember?” He couldn’t help the hint of pain that colored his voice as he looked over Bartz again. He didn’t look any different than before. Not at all, even with his different clothes and everything he said. It was like Bartz had been picked up before they’d ever met and thrown at him through time and space. Faris groaned. ”Am I the only one that made it through without something rattling loose in his head?” He crossed his arms and took a long, thoughtful breath.
Complaining wouldn’t get him anywhere.
”You told me your full name yourself somewhere along the road. We were sharing a drink in a town somewhere -- I forget which one. Walse, maybe? -- and we got to talking about where we came from. You’re not one to share lightly and neither am I if I’m being honest, but you stick with someone long enough, you start to learn their secrets whether you like it or not.”
Faris stopped and considered one of the lanterns and the moths all huddling by the flame. Right now, what he needed most was to convince Bartz to come along. The rest could wait until after.
”You, Bartz,” Faris started, looking at him head on as though with a challenge, ”Were born somewhere far out in the middle of a sea of trees. Lix, I think. We went there once to search the place for better blades. No, not blades...Things to throw. Ninja stars and the like. Aye, I remember now.” Faris squinted up at the sky in concentration. ”Now, if I’ve got this right, you said your mom died when you were young. And your papa -- Dorgann, wasn’t it? Well, it was one of the Dawn Warriors at any rate -- he told you to go see the world. That’s about all there was to you, I think.”
”And I’m Faris. Maybe you don't remember my name, but we met when you, the dunce you are, tried to steal my ship.” Faris shot him an unamused look that was only slightly undercut by his own smirk. ”Trying to get to a Wind Shrine, you said, to help out a princess and an old man you’d just met. Why, that was the daftest thing I’d ever heard, but I’ll be damned if I wasn’t curious. So I took you along, and just like that, we were all chosen by the crystals and I got dragged into your messes.”
”And if you don’t believe me, you can save it for Lenna. She doesn’t remember a thing either, but maybe meeting you’ll do the trick. Seeing me got her a little back to herself, even if the same can’t be said for you and your thick skull.”
Post by Faris Scherwiz on Oct 22, 2018 11:18:39 GMT -6
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[attr="class","fromyou1"]@fox Yay for not drowning?
He's a sad pirate
You've got a lot of brass, or mayhap you're just lacking in brains!
Faris didn’t want to return. Not yet.
Despite the ache in his heart, he didn’t think he was ready for the stuffy confines of a shared hotel room. Despite the emptiness of the sea, it was still as good a place as any to wait out the silent storm. Perhaps this dark and quiet coast would yield him nothing but a sense of insignificance, but at least he could hear the waves as they lapped at his boots and at least he was completely alone.
The waters were too dark to notice that anything was amiss. Indeed, the night was so oppressive that Faris could see nothing but vague shapes in the shadows and even that had its limits. So he was caught by surprise when there was a distinctly wooden crack against the rocky shores only a few paces to his right. Faris approached it cautiously, squinting until he could make out a dark cube and then some slatted wooden boards. He touched at the the crate and wondered where it had come from -- a shipwreck, perhaps? The skies had been clear since the start of the week and he hadn’t heard of naval battles wrecking havoc. Still, here was a lot crate without an owner, floated out to see. If he squinted, he thought he could make out another. And another. Several of them, in fact, all clustered together and floating their way towards land.
The wreck had been in shallow waters then. And not too long ago at that.
Faris didn’t bother looting the crates. They didn’t look sturdy enough to stand up to water damage, and besides, he doubted he’d find anything particularly valuable in them. Instead, he counted them out of sheer curiosity and watched as the debris washed up on shore. It was something to do, at least, and something that fed his morbid interest.
One, two, three…
He frowned as he squinted past the cargo. There was something else there too, a quivering mass that floated at the shoreline. It looked almost like a lump of sea-soaked clothes or maybe…
Faris cursed and charged as quickly as he could through the knee-deep water. That was a person. His stomach churned at the sight he was almost certain to uncover. A drowned man, bloated with his eyes rolling and blue tongue lolling about. It wasn’t the first time he’d come across one, but still he stiffened at the thought. It wasn’t a sight that one forgot. No, it was likely something he’d continue to see when he closed his eyes weeks from now. And yet…
There was always the chance he could save them. And Faris was more than willing to put his own sanity on the line for that.
The signs looked good when Faris approached the body. The light was still too dim to tell, but if the drowned stranger was dead, they hadn’t been for long. Their eyes weren’t sunken in. Their face wasn’t discolored. Faris let out another curse -- this time in relief -- before grabbing the stranger under the shoulders and dragging them further onto dry land.
Faris couldn’t tell much from the stranger at first glance. They were weighed down with all manner of loose waterlogged clothing from scarves to capes to loose boots and belts and pouches on top of a set of heavy boots. It was a wonder they hadn’t been dragged under by it all, and yet, Faris doubted that was the case entirely. No one would’ve made it this close to shore alive if they hadn’t stayed afloat somehow. The stranger’s hair was cut just below the chin, and between the androgynous stylings and the baggy clothes, Faris couldn’t make out their gender at first glance. Still, there was one thing about them that Faris knew as he pressed his ear to their mouth and touched their neck for a pulse.
This person was alive, but only barely.
For a moment, Faris could only stare in wonder. How many times had he come across this same scene, and how many times had he actually found a living person instead of a corpse? Faris willed forth the power of the wind crystal and felt his tunic give way to flowing robes, his bandanna to a hood, and his usual dagger to a wizard’s staff. In a flash of light, he knelt there in the sand as a healer -- a white mage. Though Faris felt a tinge of unease as he held the staff uncertainly in his hand. White magic had always been Lenna’s specialty. Faris hardly knew a spell of it, and that was being generous.
Still, desperate times called for desperate measures, and Faris wasn’t about to let a poor stranger die just because Faris barely knew the right end of a staff.
He held the piece of wood in front of him, trying his best to listen to the will of the crystal as he mimicked what he’d seen Lenna do so many times before. The right words fell from his lips, the right gestures played in front of him, and yet, he only felt the vague stirring of magic inside of him. Once he’d finished, a light flashed around the drowned stranger in a dim glow. ”Cure,” he muttered and then eyed the woman for any sign of improvement.
”Are you still breathing? This is about the best I can do for you.”
