A Cave on the Sea

Lyssa's eyes flicker open; once, twice, then they stayed open. She had a slight headache, but other than that she felt regenerized. The Spirit legacy looks around at her surroundings. Katherine was still sound asleep and Shard, from what it looked like, was just staring blankly at the cliffs. Lyssa shivers a little, her clothes were still a bit wet, the other ice. It felt like she was wearing a suit of iron armor.

Lyssa struggles to rise to her feet under the weight of her icy clothes. 'I will be right back.' she whispers to Shard, not wanting to awake Katherine. The girl then turns around and starts walking into the forest near the group. Hopefully her little shack was still there. She prays to every god and goddess she knows that it would still be there. She soon dissapears, camoflauged by the forest cover.
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Lyssa walks into her little shack. Thank goddess it was still there. She slowly opens the door, being ever more careful to watch her step. She was still a bit shaken from all of the traps in the cave. She lights a small torch with pieces of flint and steel, and looks around her. It was just how she left it two days ago. Well that was good...vert good. Lyssa starts rummaging through a trunk in the corner, looking for clean and more suitable clothes. She comes up with a wool body cover ,then a pair of black leather 'pants'. A 'shirt' made out of wool, then on top of it all a suit of lightweight armor that she had thought she would never use. The armor was made of iron, but it was still pretty light.

Lyssa quickly throws off her old, damp and ice covered clothes, then suits up in the new clothes she found. It was much warmer, and the girl felt much more protected with a layer of iron covering her body. The only thing her armor didn't cover was her head, but that didn't really bother her that much. She finds a small sack, and grabs some supplies that she had left in the shack. Flint and steel fire starters, some frozen meat, and extra clothes. A smile now on her dirt blotched face, Lyssa starts making her way back towards the camp where the others were.
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Once Lyssa approaches the camp, she sits down on a tree that had convienently fallen in the spot. She looked like a totally different person. Before she looked like a small girl that was helpless. Now she appeared a bit more muscular and had a hardened expression on her face, the same of an adventurer. She felt like one too. Looking at Katherine, she asks Shard a stupid question. 'She is still sleeping?'

Indeed Katherine still hadn't woken. Her right arm lay out a an odd angle and you could see a massive cut on her arm that had stopped bleeding a while back. Her eyes flickered under neath her eyelids. Her hair had come loose from its braid at one point but ,it was in a way you could see pointed elf ears. Sweat beaded her forhead. Metias sniffed her long hair and made a soft worried noise. Indeed something was wrong.

Occ- the ghosts had iron wepons.

Lyssa looks down at Katherine, who was still sleeping. She stares at her for a second, but then notices something: her rigt arm seemed sorta out of place. She walks over to Sparrow and crouches down next to the pirate girl, facing her. She takes one look at her arm and notices the cut in it. It was also bent the wrong way. She must have caught it on something and broke it. Lyssa looks back to Shard. 'What do I do?' she asks her.

Lyssa looks up to Shard. 'We need some type of disinfectant. Got any alcohol?' she asks, not at all joking. This was serious. Sparrow could be hurt badly. Lyssa reaches down and grabs the broken arm lightly. It would be a bit easier to do this since Katherine was asleep. With a quick jolt and a loud 'snap', Lyssa snaps the girl's arm back in place. She then takes off her pack, and puts its contents inside the pack on Sparrow's horse.

Taking out her knife, Lyssa lets out a sigh. She had onlt done this once, and she wasn't to successful. She tears the pack to strips, and with some sticks and string that she found in Metias' pack, she creates a makeshift cast. She slowly slides it on Katherine's arm, then fastens it. The cut still showed, which was good so they could clean it out.

Katherines eyes flew open. She imidiatly cried out in pain her back arching.
"It burns!" She thrashed around. "Make it go away."
The poisen from the iron sword that had cut her seeped into her veins... slowly... painfully... like a branding iron on the inside of her skin. Her miss matched eyes glazed in pain...
"Iron," she finaly gasped. "It hurts..." then she sank back into her fevered stupor.

Lyssa ponders what could be wrong with Sparrow. She crouches down next to her arm, and inspects her wound. It had a sickly green tone to it, and Lyssa automatically knew what caused it: poison. The spirit legacy wraps a cloth over the wound, tightening it as much as she could without cutting circulation. Once she is done, she stands up and looks down to Shard.

'We need to get her to a doctor. Know any villages around here?' Lyssa asks Shard, praying that the girl would.

Lyssa jumps when a deep voice came from behind her. She slowly turns around, the wind whipping her hair all in her face. She flips it behind her back, then inspects the man who had confronted them. He was taller than all of the three girls, had brownish-blond hair and piercing steely-blue eyes. He was quite intimidating, well, to Lyssa he was.

'Why would she get killed?' Lyssa asks the muscular man. Her voice was just above a whisper, for she wasn't sure if this man was hostile or not. From the looks of it, he could probably pick her up with one arm and throw her a good thirty feet.

Lyssa stares at the mysterious man with curiosity and fright. Who was he that he could heal people? The Spirit Legacy rises up from her crouching position. The man towered over her; he was maybe six-foot five. He was also jacked. The girl still couldn't decide if this healer was hostile or not. He could just be in a good mood.

'Are you going to kill us?' Lyssa asks the man, her eyes at the ground.

Lyssa watched Wesley the whole time he was chatting with 'The Tamer of Polar Bears'. She felt small, being butted out of the conversation. She slowly walks away from the two and, with her back to them, sits down on the ground. She concentrates on small, fallen branches from trees and makes them form into a small pile in front of her. She then reaches into her pack and pulls out flint, steel, and a small canteen of oil.

The spirit legacy sprinkles a little bit of oil on the twigs, caps the canteen, then starts scratching away at the flint and steel. After four tries, she had a small fire in front of her. She brings her knees up to her chest, sucking in as much warmth as she could. She listened a little to Shard and Wesley's conversation, picking up loose strands of words here and there. With a sigh, she lowers her head onto her knees. Her mind was swarming with sad thoughts, but she did her best to keep them hidden.

"I was awake the whole time," Katherine said pushing herself to her feet. Wesley felt felt her emotions and from that guessed her intentions. She marched right up and punched him in the nose. Hard. He felt it brake. Her anger boiled over as she called him several foul names and was extersizing controll in not blow him into the sea. Then cooling off so fast an ice fairy would envey her she marched away to sit next to Lyssa mumbling under her breath.

Wesley watched her walk away before healing his nose and wiping ioff blood with the back of his hand. He looked slightly amused and was about to say something to Shard when Katherine turned back around.
"You vanish five years ago and saunter back in like the," (insert word of choice here) "you are looking exactly the same and expect to be welcomed back like a hero and have the audacity to call me KITTY!!" she turned back around fuming.

"Wesley," He said, not bothering with a last name. Then he moved to sit across from Katherine and Lyssa, fire inbetween.
Katherine glaired at Wesley then stood to pull the map out of the saddle bags. The two gems eminated a soft light so she put them at the corners so she could still read. Carfully she started to exsamine it. First thing notest was it was a land map. She wasnt paying attention to Lyssa and Wesley when she condence airs molecular structure to raise the map and gems into the air. Then out of the pouch around her waist she pulled a compas and another map of the land. She fround at them then they moved to hover in the air next to the map.

"Hey, can you guys come look t this?" She waited untill everyone had come over. "Look at this, the compasrose is flipped." She touched the small drawing of the compass in the bottom left hand corners of the maps. Indeed the north east south and west had become south west north east. "And I don't remember a sea being inbetween Sylvia and Caligo. Any clue what language it is, right here?" She ran a finger around the border of the map.

To her surprise Wesley answered, "its angelic."
At katherines blank expression he said,"the language the goddess is supossed to speak."
"Can you read it?"
"I'm not fluent in it and I don't remember the last time I spoke to a fallen angel," he lied smoothly.

Lyssa looks up to meet Wesley's face. Just from his expression she could tell he was lying. He might've sounded comvincing, but he did not look it. He could probably read Angelic writing. She walks up to the Fallen Angel and stands on her toes so she could whisper into his ear.

'You are lying.' Lyssa whispers in Wesley's ear.

Wesley didn't even bat an eye as he leaned over Katherines back to read it. He fround, "it says here something about a gardian of keys, this is a very old dialect, it will take a while to translate."
Katherine snorted,"there was no gardian of anything. What do you think Lyssa?" She twisted around to look at her.