After the fight. (Heroes from Profeta's cave)

[Zee]

Zee opened his eyes. The other side of the Shade Mountains, that's all he knew. There were other people on the ground beside him. He needed to get up to help master. He tried to push himself up by his right arm. He couldn't even feel it. Must be tired, I need to rest a bit more. Zee closed his eyes and fell asleep.

[Gensayce Zidjiai]

A ringing in his ears was all Gensayce could hear, what had happened? All he remembered was being sucked into that vortex like shadow and then he was here, it appeared on the other side of the shade mountains. Sitting up he was aching all over and he pulled off his helmet and rested it on the floor at his side.

Standing up straight he looked around at the other heroes who laid on the ground alongside of him, Zee looked more asleep than unconcious so he doubted he was hurt simply recharging himselef "that wasn't fun..." he growled.

[Tempest]

Tempest held his head. "Ooooh... that is the worst headache ever." Tempest looked around him. He saw Zee and spotted his right arm, or rather, didn't spot his right arm. "What the heck? He's missing his arm!" Tempest ran over to him and knelt down beside him.

[Gensayce Zidjiai]

"Tempest you okay?" He asked standing up straight and flexing his arms "And do you have any idea why my head feels like it's on fire?" He was unused to headaches, in the freezing cold you never really felt them, normally you concentrated on keeping yourself warm. He wandered over and squatted down next to Zee "That does not look pretty..." he muttered before noting how it seemed to have healed slightly "Looks like he patched himself up though"

[Tempest]

"Yea. I've got to ask you something, what the heck is going on? Who did we fight just now?" Tempest had no idea what was going on. He took his cloak off and covered Zee. "Who is this guy as well?"

[Gensayce Zidjiai]

"Well they were the Saints, locked up for a thousand years and I'm guessing now that their all on some sort of quest" He motioned to Zee "And his name is Zee, he's brilliant with magic and he was taught by Profeta, but he has to sleep after using so much magic so he can sometimes be a abit of a liability I'm guessing"

[Maliciferum]

Malice awoke on the ground. While he enjoyed being this close to the earth, he really, REALLY, didnt like getting dirty. He sat up, feeling the twinge of the headache teleportation left behind in his head. "Where are we?" he asked to no one in particular.

[Aya Dauzi Invargas]

Ayalan stayed in the position he ended in, holding his chest as he sighed and breathed in deep.

"I..am getting sick and tired...of all these wounds." He stood up tall now, using a bit of magic, he used a basic healing spell on himself, looking back at the mountain..

"A long way away from Profeta at this rate, that's where. I knew this would happen..but they won't be able to get as far as they wish as fast as they wish.."

He smiled to himself, "Tripwires and traps all over the place. It'll slow them down a bit." Ayalan then at first helped Malice up with one hand, then looked to Zee..

"...Hm. I guess I can't complain about My wounds. That's a hell of a shot."

[Zee]

Zee heard talking. He opened his eyes and looked up. "Wh... whare are we?" He sat up. "Whare's ma'am?" Zee wiped his forehead, or tried to. He looked down at his arm. "So, it wasn't a dream."

[Maliciferum]

"She has been taken by the saints." Malice knelt next to Zee, "Let me help you with this". Malice placed a seed on the stump that had been his arm, and waved a taloned hand over it. In an instant the seed sprouted into hundreds of tiny vines that dug into Zees flesh and formed an arm. "This is a temporary fix. Try moving it."

[Zee]

"Thank you." Zee got up and looked at his arm. "It's still not enough. When I get the time, I'll make a wisp arm. My spirit arm is still intact and that will make a good wisp arm." Zee stretched. "So, should we have breakfast and decide what do do?"

[Aya Dauzi Invargas]

Ayalan grinned at Zee, and patted his back very lightly.
"You've got a hell of a spirit man. We'll do just that. I don't think we'll be in any hurry though. If Profeta wasn't worried, this was..supposed to happen. Or she felt that it would be best for it to happen."

He pulled out a dagger, and looked back.."I think I have some food back in my knapsack." Aya searched for it, to see if it was flown off of him in the previous setting of traps nearby.

[Maliciferum]

"I can grow fruit for us. Would anyone like an apple or a pear? I think I could create just about any fruit in this soil." Malice enjoyed caring for people like this. It had been a long time since he had had companions.

[Gensayce Zidjiai]

"Some fruit would not hurt at all, if you are offering I will gladly accept an apple" Gensayce said smiling slightly, it had been a while since Gensayce had the chance to eat some fruit. He looked at the sky helplessly "Traps or not, it appears that those Saints are always one step ahead of us in some form or way"

[Aya Dauzi Invargas]

Ayalan grinned to himself, turning at the mention of fruit, and then the mention of the Saints.

"Of course, it'll only hinder them..an apple would be nice by the way, I agree." He smiled at Malice and then looked to Gensayce.

"But let's be smart. They'll expect us to raid them, at the worst, in revenge, or to lie idly," Ayalan put his hand to his chin, thinking..

"So why don't we split up the Saints?" He grinned, "While they're all together, they can form as a cohesive unit, but if we can take one of theirs, then we've got equal compensation. They're a unit." Aya looked to his hands, still torn up from the many battles.

"Or, have someone get Profeta, when we have all the Saints distracted. Either way, we need to find her and we have to come up with a clever ruse to do so."