As you get out of town you see a guy fall onto the ground infront of you, from atop the mountain. You notice he's a sheikah. His skin is burned and brused. Do you help him or leave him to die?

Julian walks along the cobblestone path to find a nearly dead body laying on the floor. He rushes down to the man. " Damn, if I only had a healing spell," Julian thinks of a plan.' Don't bother with this fool. He will only slow down your path to greatness. Let him die.' Julian eyes grow pitch black and a mischevious smile cracks. Julian kicks dirt towards the man in need and attempts to walk away. But suddenly he rethinks of what he was about to do. ' How could I leave a man to die, I will help him. I won't become the evil that killed my family.' He rushes back to the man and neals next to him. He looks around him for anyone who will help. " Somebody help!" Julian yells out, his echoes vibrating around desolate area.

After his long run, Denning is tired. He weakly takes his staff out again, this time not to late. As he lays the staff on the body he says."I haavent read the scroll, but may my common sence help me and he! Nayru! Help me use this spell! Help me save this Sheikah!From Denning's hands comes a whit and blue light. it spirals his staff down to Malciore's body. Dennign yells."Resurect!"

Julian stares at Denning, a tear streaming down his cheak. He swipes the tear off his face with the back of his hand. ' He must survive, I will never feel the same if he doesn't' Julian's entire body trembles in fear of the evil that almost took hold of him. He can only stand and watch Denning attempt to save the sheikah.

Alpha runs over upon hearing a cry for help. A Sheikah lies in the street, on the verge of death - maybe already dead. Denning sits over him, trying to bring the man, who he now realizes is Malciore, back to life. 'Oh no, not again!' He rushes over to try and offer his support. "Too many enemies...too many people nearly dying," he says to the others gathered nearby. "And nothing I can do about it...yet..." he finishes under his breath.

The sheikah's pulse is still very slow, maybe another healing spell might work. Or maybe he doesn't want to be saved...

As the light stops, Denning comes to the realization, he cant just heal! He resurrects!
"Man that was a bad decision!"
Mabye I can shield his body, preventingh further harm! Then take him to the inn!
A Green dome forms over Malciore, then closes around his body.
"Alpha! Help me pick him up and take him to the inn!"

Standing in the midle of the town square, Grenada finally turns to go find out what all of this commotion is about. Seeing Denning lift another sheikah, Grenada sprints over to help.

"Looks like you could use some help... What happened?"

Pulling Malciore's feet up onto his shoulders, Grenada calls to Marin:

"If you can lift that side, lets go!"

He needs to wait for Malciore to awaken. He is quite hard to find. He hopes Umbra continues to meditate.

Denning shifts his hands to better hold him and singals Grenda to follow, he starts to the inn.

OOC:

Pulling Malciore's feet up onto his shoulders, Grenada calls to Marin:

I am Denning

Seeing that Grenada is helping Denning, Alpha sprints over to the inn. "Hurry!" he shouts as he enters. "There's a man near death. He needs immediate attention! Quickly, we need somewhere to put him!" He continues to yell orders at the staff as he waits for the others to bring Malciore in.

OOC: Crap, not again. Sorry.

Grenada follows Denning toward the inn. Using his arms, he pushes up a little, as to raise the feet above the ground more. This was a lot harder than it seemed, but he somehow managed to keep Denning's pace. He was glad Alpha was getting the inn ready. It would save valuable time.

The staff quickly respond to Alpha. They make a room for Denning and Grenada to put Malciore.

After Malciore is in bed, Denning turns to Grenada."Go, you wouldn't under stand how to care for a man, go get yourself some lousy ruppes from an , or whatever you do for fun."

Malciore groaned out of pain. "...Denning...don't be so hard on the little guy....he came to my side when I needed help...even for a merc that's surrprising..." Malciore couldn't open his eyes from the pain all over his body.

Alpha smiles at Malciore. "At least he's conscious and thinking clearly. With all his injuries, it's good to see that he's already starting to recover." Responding to Malciore's statement, he says, "And he's right, you know. Grenada may be a merc, but he still helped us out. I don't expect you to trust him, Denning, but he does deserve some gratitude."