Thread: The Glamorous Life of an Adventurer Part 1 (HaloHeroWolf118 & Atroxa)

Varena followed along with the rogue and the mage, keeping an eye out for anything that might cause them problems, but it seemed like the spiders had already cleared out this area and likely had no reason to be here. Except to come after them of course but they'd have to get through that spell of Lucius's to do so. Keeping an eye out helped to distract her from the throbbing pain in her arm though, so that was what she did. She could feel the pain spreading, a dull, deep ache in her muscle that occasionally sharpened into a stabbing sensation that made her wince. Varena stubbornly kept complaints to herself, trying to just stay calm and as getting worked up would only make the venom spread even faster. She just kept telling herself that there would be anti-venom somewhere, so there was no need to worry. Though it was hard to keep calm when they found a store room and Azoth had his small outburst over nothing being there. She shouldn't be too surprised really, dwarves had incredible fortitude, it took a lot of venom to even be bothered, probably from having lived down here with the spiders for so long. She swallowed softly and just tried to keep calm. I'm fine, she lied, trying to act as if she was completely unbothered. They left and continued on their way, finally finding the armory, though by this point Varena was looking pale and had broken out into a slight sweat. She pulled off her scarf and cloak despite there still being a significant chill in the air, feeling warm as her body started to try and fight off the venom. Varena stood aside as Azoth got them in, following the other two inside and waiting quietly while they got what they came here for, plus a little extra. Usually, the warrior would be eager to find something for herself, but for not she stood by the door, already beginning to feel nauseous and lethargic. She was fighting it as best as she could, but you couldn't beat venom by sheer force of will. When Azoth looked over at her, she was staring off into space a little, face pale and drawn. I'm... not feeling so well, she admitted finally, swallowing slightly as her throat had long gone dry. What she wouldn't give for a drink of water. That was all she got it before her legs finally gave out and the red-haired woman let out a weak groan before she simply fell over, hitting the stone floor hard enough to stun her into simply laying there. Before either of her companions could properly react though, a cat darted into the room, it's fur a bright white and it's eyes an almost glowing crystalline blue, the same coloration as the mountain lion from before had had. The cat was about half way to Varena when it began to change , glowing brightly, the glow itself shifting and changing so that it was hard to tell where the glow ended and the cat began, until it wasn't a cat at all but an Elf, small and nimble and pale, crouching beside the warrior. She had her hands on Varena's injured arm, and even as the glow about her body began to fade, it began to intensify from her hands. Her lips were moving, a low whispering echoing resounding through the armory, the glow becoming brighter and brighter until it would hurt the eyes of anyone who looked at it, filling the room almost. It was only that bright for a moment though, before it began to fade again, and then it was gone, leaving just the silver-haired, pale Elf, looking very out of place among the dark grime of the underground. Her hands left the warrior, and Varena stirred, groaning a little. The Elf stood and took a step back, a serene look on her face, She'll be fine.