Emillion NPCs (emillionnpcs) wrote in emillion, @ 2014-05-10 01:50:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, !narrative, !npc: octavia limahl |
Sweet sun pours in from the window, And this shadowed room turns into gold....
Who: Octavia Limahl (MG Librarian) & specialized clinic workers. ((CLOSED))
What: Waking up.
Where: Clinic in the nobles district.
When: Today! (Noon)
Rating: G! (Mentions of the catastrophe that occurred a couple weeks back/NPC death/etc)
Status: Complete!
There was a slow, steady hum in the air, magicks thrumming all about the room which Octavia Limahl had been kept in all this time. Her unconscious body had been steadily monitored, carefully checked over time, and again, to assure that the Librarian would survive everything that she had endured. There were murmurings between the mages that had managed to obtain access to the room. Rumors were easily afoot with what had happened the day that Octavia stood her ground with an uneasy smile against Vivian in the Mage’s Guild Library - that was still in rather questionable condition - and been blown away from the magicks she was attacked with. Her words - the only warning to blare through the tower - had saved a fair share of lives, but at the same time, where had this woman, this member of the guild, who had fallen off of so many guild member’s radars come to know of such an incredible threat? How did she have such easy access to an alarm system? How did she know that the earth would shake with Vivian’s madness? And why had Vivian confronted her about…. Well, a shard. Which, what this shard was, could be anyone’s guess. Some theorized it was the shard of legend that the heroes had saved. Others had to wonder if it was some magical item, or perhaps if it was simply the imagination of a woman gone mad. Regardless of what the truth was in this instance, or what was lies, there were many questions, and as of right now, no answers to be had. That was, of course, until a twitch of fingers, and a flicker of eyelashes along with a groan indicated that perhaps, the only person that may be able to deliver answers to the awaiting masses began to wake. A signal went off, causing a nurse nearby to gasp, and rush to the room. Another groan came, and a slow turn of her head as it flopped from where it had been laying, to the other side before lashes started to flutter open. “Water?” Came the dry throated, and raspy request that could barely be anything more than a whisper at best. With the shock induced still suddenly broken, then nurse gave the quickest confirmation of her life “Yes, yes of course.” and darted from the room alerting anyone she could on her way to retrieve the requested item. Breathing was challenging, but not impossible, and Octavia slowly let her head roll back so that eyes could scan the ceiling above. Her mind was filled with a complete haze, and she knew why she was here, but at the same time not. Soon the questions would come though, that she knew. For now, she would simply take what little time she had been given by the nurse running off to prepare. |