Resolution of the avalanche.
http://ffxiv-roleplayers.com/showthread....#pid124678
Jancis showered, keeping a tub under her feet and soaking in the makeshift bath she had created from it in the hot water. It was a luxury.
Things could not have gone better, she felt, once she saw Sigurd's face lit up in the tunnel of snow.Â
The other two scouts were injured, but recovering. The lalafel had a minor case of frostbite, but was successfully rescued from the mothering goobue without injury to anyone, including the monstrously large creature. The elezen had a broken shoulder and arm from clambering away from the hungry wolves, which were chased away as the man was recovered. The other two with Jancis were fine, huddled together for warmth as they waited for rescue.
Along with Master Sigurd were other familiar faces, all responding to the call over the linkpearl. He was appropriately dressed in his typical robes, hands wrapped and unnaturally hot from channeling aether to dig through snow. His composure in the possible crisis was admirable.
Master Franz was there, his clothes tattered and ill-prepared for the snow. Surely he was compensating for the lack of layers with his own abilities. A little struck from the encounters, he was more stoic and intimidating which worked to the small advantage of keeping the wolves at bay as the broken elezen was rescued, a comforting sort with the ability to speak in the man's native language.
Another smaller lalafell, dressed in Flame's coat, was there soothing wounds and helping to keep the biting winds at bay. Jancis failed to recognize the man, but she heard the name Kupel given to him. Very supportive to people he had only just met in their time of need, she admired and was grateful for his assistance. As soon as everyone was safe, the man was gone after a quick joke about wanting an ice cream treat.
Finecia, the strong highlander woman, was one of the first to answer Jancis' call for help. She was strong and confident, keeping her cool at the feet of a humongous goobue and even had the tack to lure and draw the creature away to rescue one of the others. Tending to the wounded until they were taken by the healers at the Observatorium; and kept everyone on track as time slipped away, crucial time that Halone's furious cold was eating quickly.
R'lexia, her size truly not showing her true might, was pivotal in finding not only the wounded elezen, but finding Jancis and the other two lumber-workers trapped under the snow. Her dress was less than appropriate, many openings in her clothes and thin layers more meant for the shelter of the forest. But her mind was sharper than her sword, clattering to scare the majority of wolves away and having the foresight to demand help from the locals. Without her and Finecia there was sure to be casualties.
Iron had heard Jancis and came from the far reaches of the Mist with great haste, despite his own troubles. She had not seen him since the encounter with Cici, but his visage was welcome and encouraging as he held the way for Jancis and the others to escape their small unstable snow pocket. She couldn't hold onto his armor hard enough, even if it was packed with snow and water. He had no sense of direction, absolutely none, and in his haste had caused a disturbance with the Ixal, surely their losses to be felt by the locals later on, had sunk into the snow chasing the wolves, had been completely passed over - literally - luring the goobue away. But he had come out from his own pains and torment for Jancis which truly mattered. And even as everyone was safe, he moved on with purpose and leaving the inn first.Â
Wrapped up in extra layers, Jancis rested in her own bed. She was grateful; it could not have gone better.
http://ffxiv-roleplayers.com/showthread....#pid124678
Jancis showered, keeping a tub under her feet and soaking in the makeshift bath she had created from it in the hot water. It was a luxury.
Things could not have gone better, she felt, once she saw Sigurd's face lit up in the tunnel of snow.Â
The other two scouts were injured, but recovering. The lalafel had a minor case of frostbite, but was successfully rescued from the mothering goobue without injury to anyone, including the monstrously large creature. The elezen had a broken shoulder and arm from clambering away from the hungry wolves, which were chased away as the man was recovered. The other two with Jancis were fine, huddled together for warmth as they waited for rescue.
Along with Master Sigurd were other familiar faces, all responding to the call over the linkpearl. He was appropriately dressed in his typical robes, hands wrapped and unnaturally hot from channeling aether to dig through snow. His composure in the possible crisis was admirable.
Master Franz was there, his clothes tattered and ill-prepared for the snow. Surely he was compensating for the lack of layers with his own abilities. A little struck from the encounters, he was more stoic and intimidating which worked to the small advantage of keeping the wolves at bay as the broken elezen was rescued, a comforting sort with the ability to speak in the man's native language.
Another smaller lalafell, dressed in Flame's coat, was there soothing wounds and helping to keep the biting winds at bay. Jancis failed to recognize the man, but she heard the name Kupel given to him. Very supportive to people he had only just met in their time of need, she admired and was grateful for his assistance. As soon as everyone was safe, the man was gone after a quick joke about wanting an ice cream treat.
Finecia, the strong highlander woman, was one of the first to answer Jancis' call for help. She was strong and confident, keeping her cool at the feet of a humongous goobue and even had the tack to lure and draw the creature away to rescue one of the others. Tending to the wounded until they were taken by the healers at the Observatorium; and kept everyone on track as time slipped away, crucial time that Halone's furious cold was eating quickly.
R'lexia, her size truly not showing her true might, was pivotal in finding not only the wounded elezen, but finding Jancis and the other two lumber-workers trapped under the snow. Her dress was less than appropriate, many openings in her clothes and thin layers more meant for the shelter of the forest. But her mind was sharper than her sword, clattering to scare the majority of wolves away and having the foresight to demand help from the locals. Without her and Finecia there was sure to be casualties.
Iron had heard Jancis and came from the far reaches of the Mist with great haste, despite his own troubles. She had not seen him since the encounter with Cici, but his visage was welcome and encouraging as he held the way for Jancis and the others to escape their small unstable snow pocket. She couldn't hold onto his armor hard enough, even if it was packed with snow and water. He had no sense of direction, absolutely none, and in his haste had caused a disturbance with the Ixal, surely their losses to be felt by the locals later on, had sunk into the snow chasing the wolves, had been completely passed over - literally - luring the goobue away. But he had come out from his own pains and torment for Jancis which truly mattered. And even as everyone was safe, he moved on with purpose and leaving the inn first.Â
Wrapped up in extra layers, Jancis rested in her own bed. She was grateful; it could not have gone better.
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