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((Damage taken directly from the Lich spell can't be healed by magic, methinks. sweatdrop Also, I think that we are actually in town, on the edge near the open field with all the kitey goodness. Yup, it's me, the mighty nitpicker. sweatdrop And now an IC post to balance out this OOC, though I have no idea what I'm going to write.))

Xander could still hear the moans of those in pain, the scuffling about of those who would lend a hand, the chattering of those trying to get their bearing in this sea of confusion. But to him, these were mere background noises on the edge of his awareness. Before his eyes was the tattered old man, the only clear vision in a cloud of bluriness. Yet where his eyes and ears failed him, his skin worked over time. Every sensation was clear to Xander, his shins driven into the rough cobblestone by his weight, the sharp pinching sensations left over from the spell, the slight breeze that had picked up from the East- all of these were clearer to him than he had ever experienced in his life.

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(Very smart, Opaj, these wounds can't be healed by magic (I almost forgot about that... sweatdrop ) So either just help people with bandages and stretchers and such, or make another clever excuse. It doesn't really matter at this point, though, so dont worry about it.)

((Oh, alright. I got confused because the description for Lich said "unholy damage" rather than "Unholy damage," so I just assumed that it was that element, rather than damage stemming from that particular spell. Wonderful, now I feel dumb because I made a stupid returning post. gonk ))

Lilith took a few deep breaths to quell her rising annoyance at this man, though she could understand why he was on the edge about mages if the only encounters he had were bad ones. Composed once more, she exhaled slowly and rose to her feet, speaking to Du'Galle's back.

"If all mages were like him, you'd have one hell of a time keeping the cities under control. But I'd advise you to keep an open mind about magic. It can be quite... useful at times. Luck, so that you may run into more good mages than bad."

She motioned towards Paddy to follow her back to the better part of Barton, with no intention on helping the young nor the elderly. It's not like she could have, after all. Death magic... was death magic, and it would be a waste of her time and energy to even try to reverse the damage.

God. There went her day. It had started out so well too. The mage of sky sighed inwardly again, feeling like doing something different for a change. Something to lift her out of this rather irrated mood the death mage had but her in. After all, it had been his fault. The kite would have to wait for a different day, though she did feel a p***k of guilt for otherwise occupying Paddy. But... eh, being around all these... poor impoverished people was starting to make her dirty herself.

((OOC: gonk Just when things get interesting, I'm offline for a day... Ending with a post like this, and no interaction at all...))

Still breathing heavily, Meric silently cursed himself. He had made some unforgivable mistakes today. He had underestimated the strenght of the Lich field, and had allowed himself to be weakened by it's effect. He had been lucky the field was dispelled, and thet noone chose to engage him at that time, or he would have been in serious trouble. Sure, he managed to find out what he hanted to find out -and more- during the events following the dispelling, but he would have been able to move quicker, find out more, and -most importantly- remain unnoticed, if he had just waited outside the field, and made his move after the Lich's influence had left.

Still, there was little use in regretting his actions now. He had managed to catch glimpses of various interesting people, and the information he had gathered -and was still gathering- would without doubt prove useful in the future. The only clan that was nowhere to be seen during the chaos had been clan Earth. Even though he hadn't managed to learn a whole lot about each clan's members and abilities, he now knew a little bit about most of the clans. In time that little bit would be the base of his... research. After that, he would have to decide what to do with his knowledge... 'Oh well... I'll see when I get there. After all, there's no deadline, no contract... just a bit of harmless interest.' Meric grinned. In situations like this, there was bound to be some opportunity for profit and personal gain. And, for someone like him, there was bound to be a way to find that opportunity.

Eradiel saw Xander wandering aimlessly, the corpse of his deceased father slung over one shoulder. He moved swiftly in that direction.

((Urk, I'm not going to edit meh post, because that would render some other comments moot, and might confuse people checkingback after a day or two, but let's just assume that I tried to heal people, failed, and then spazzed out about the "stench" of Death, shall we? xp ))

Out in the fresh air again. Al'e was next to the fountain, trying to drown out the sounds of the hurt and mourning, but there was no hope for it. The cries of pain from those caught by the spell and screams of fright as mothers found their children lying in the street seemed to be echoing from all sides, though they only came from one direction. She plugged her ears and tried to meditate, but couldn't concentrate.
Then a wonderful idea ocurred to her. If she couldn't use magic to help people, she could go assist the local healer. Embarrassed that this idea hadn't ocurred to her before, she rushed off to find somone knowledgable in mundane versions of Cleansing, and came becak to fill a container with water, as an afterthought.

((Oy, not a phenomenal post, but at least it gives you people an idea of where I am))

"It would seem that a member of the Death Clan has been active," Eradiel responded, his tone serious. "Have you seen anyone who might be responsible?"

The swordsman's eyes never met Xander's. Instead they scanned the alleys and rooftops for aggressors.