In one swift tug Kanza shatters the choker as it's peices fall to the floor. "Diminishing returns, Norian." he says giving him an unamused glance.

he redirects his attention to sita and says "Sita, I have a few questions i need you to answer..." Kanza gives a warm smile, adding "After all, at this point I'm sure calling us friends wouldn't be too far fetched."
Norian urges "Kanza maybe i should-"
"First question" Kanza interrupts blatantly. "What is this price and why but it be paid..."
"Second quesiton, do you know what started this culture of men hating females?"
"third question." he pauses to glance at norian who looks as if he was about to chew through his very thumb.
Kanza chuckles, "are their any males of your species? or the elves for that matter."
"last question." kanza takes a deep breath. "what's going to happen to us?..."

Sita was shocked as Kanza broke the silence on himself with a sound of a crack. She felt her legs starting to shake as he began to approach her with all seriousness. Like a flick of a switch she felt very unsafe and scared. Backing up into the wall, she was stopped as she couldn't pass through it, and did her very best not to let her breathing get faster even when her heart was beating frantically in panic. "I will start from the last question and work up...." she breathed and glanced over to Norian, seeing him about as worried and scared as she was made her knees feel weak. Looking back at Kanza, she swallowed trying to wet her dry throat. "You and Norian will be protected... The Queen gave her word, that she will do her best to remove the magic bond, and then escourt you two safely out of the kingdom... From there you are on your own." she explained quietly. Glancing towards the door, almost hoping Zeelith would come back she then looked at Kanza. "There are male druids.... Very few, but some.... And of course there are male elves... But the Callith race of elves are all female, and don't need males to reproduce..." she breathed and then stopped and looked at him with innocent surprise. "You-.... You don't know why?....Men caused the Callith to loose everything..." she breathed and slowly at on her knees. "Hundreds of years ago, when the Callith were a young and growing race, they happily established trade and friendships with surrounding kingdoms. They were peaceful and prosperous for years, and even though they didn't need men in their lives, they were a welcome perk, and few Callith did make men their partners...." she started and then sighed heavily. Bowing her head she looked at her hands and then looked up. "War broke out, with the kingdoms around them, and not wanting to choose the Callith chose neutrality."

Looking at Kanza she felt tears well in her eyes. "They were ambushed without warning. Slaughtered and surrounded. The Queen Zenon and her two daughters, as well as what was left of the Callith. The king gave her a choice, join him in his conquests, or watch her people be slaughtered before her eyes... She debated for a few minutes, about to agree, when the cries of her daughters were heard. They were dragged by their hair across the ground and slaughtered right in front of their mother, for the king said she took too much time to think...." Sita whispered and nearly choked. Putting a hand over her mouth she then took in a breath and looked up at him. "In rage she called to the goddess of war to give her the power to seek out her revenge, and she was granted the power of magical destruction... The power manifested on her body as beautiful tattoos mimicking that of the goddess of war, and she smote every single man that had caused her and her people such pain. It wasn't until she had two other daughters many years later that the price of her power set in. The gift of the goddess would be split into power of strength and power of magic. Each paying a price to keep the powers, but the one daughter blessed with the magic is cursed... To forever be find a companion of true happiness, to never bear a child, and forever bare the burden of the goddess. To be the reminder to the Callith that great power comes with great sacrifice, and that the priestess will forever be the hand of vengeance." she explained as a tear ran down her cheek.

Looking up at him, she smiled sadly and met his eyes. "Everytime she unleashes the magic that she locks away, she has to pay a price. Whatever the goddess deems necessary. Last time, she was puking blood for a month, and she couldn't keep food down for more then a few hours.... Her aunt before her as priestess, lost her eyesight, and also caused the death of her mother.... It all depends on how dedicated the priestess has been to the goddess and her duties... But there always is a price." she breathed and looked down, wiping her tears away.

when the first tear runs down sits face kanza's expression turns grim, looking to her as she goes on he bites his thumb in panic and once she is done tears begin to roll down his face, dropping to his knee he bows to the woman. "Forgive me sita" he pleads shaking and regretful. "i should not have put you in such a position, i had no right to." looking up to her with tears of compassion in his eyes he extends his hand cautiously "I...I know of your fears and it was wrong of me to assume you would be alright."

norian steps forward, the look on his face of a child about to start crying their eyes out. "sita...please don't cry, kanza means well, he does!" wiping his eyes he looks into sita's and pleads "we just...don't know what to do."

Sita watched as Kanza fell to his knees and wept. His tears looked true and full of true emotion. Flinching as he reached out, she hesitated as she looked at his hand. Slowly reaching out she took it and offered a weak smile. She looked into his eyes and shook her head, a few more tears falling. "Its alright.... Old fears die hard it seems. Looking to Norian she let go of Kanza's hand and wiped away her tears. "Im sorry, I am alright now." she breathed and then sighed heavily. "Its a hard situation, I understand. But the best thing to do is trust Zeelith. She has protected you this far, and even if she doesn't show it, she does care. Best we can do is keep positive and support her. She may be down for a long time after this battle... Who knows, so we just gotta be strong for her." she said lightly and reached out wiping the forming tears under Norian's eyes and then moving to wipe away Kanza's tears. "Now come on, you need to put on that armor, we are going to have to leave soon." she said lightly and offered a light smile.

Some time passes and the two men come out wearing their armor, each had taken some extra time to personalize it in some way.

Norian chose to keep his dress shirt under his 'child size' armor, collar and cuff links clearly sticking out of the ends with his scarlet red tie hanging down over the steel looking rather questionable, but Norian appears content with the appearance.
"I can say armor isn't really my thing...but it does feel kinda nice" he giggles happily running his fingers over the metal.

"haha you look like such a dork" kanza laugh as he emerges from the other room, wearing the armor he was given only with one glaring problem, he had smashed part of the chest piece in order to reveal his heart, black cinders around the area make it obvious he had used magic, and he notices the others giving him a skeptical look. "What? I'm a god damn spellblade! this is necessary."

norian laughs. "You're such a tool kanza" mocking as he fixes his collar.

Sita giggled and smiled lightly, watching the two come out. She herself was wearing armor that just covered her breasts and genitals. It was gold and ebony and she had tribal golden war paint all along her body. Nodding to the two she then pranced over to them and smiled brightly. "You look fit for battle." she said brightly and reached out, fondly fixing Norian's hair. Soft footsteps could be heard as the door opened, Zeelith stepped in looking much different then she had before. She was dressed in her traditional priestess outfit, and holding her staff she set it down on the ground that echoed lightly in the room. Her hair was brushed and her usual hawk feathers were gone from her braided side of hair and replaced with a golden tiara with an emerald in the middle of her forehead. Her golden eyes moved over the men and a soft smile pulled at her lips. "You look fit for battle." she said to Norian and patted his head lightly. Turning her gaze to the hole in Kanza's breast plate she sighed. "What am I going to do with you imp?" she asked with a mild amount of sarcasm. She then turned and lead them out of the temple, and when they stepped out into the sun filled day, her sister was on Kita in horse form, decked out in warrior armor, that protected only what was necessary and was light weight. Bowing her head to her sister she then turned to Kanza and Norian. "Those horses are yours, stay next to your guards at all times. Nothing should happen, but just be safe." she said lightly and smiled. Sita moved to Norian's side and helped him up onto the horse, and then reached out and put her hand on his. "Be safe." she said softly and then pranced over to Kita and then Queen. Zeelith helped Kanza up and looking up at him she smiled softly. "Don't do anything stupid...." she said and turned to go to Sita. Stopping she turned back to him and offered a geniune smile. "And thank you for everything." Zeelith added and walked over to Sita. Sita had transformed into her panther form, almost as tall as Kita's horse form, and the priestess got onto her back. Nodding to her sister, the Queen let out her battle cry and the army road out.

It wasn't a long ride to the battle field, and the army of men arrived shortly after they did. The guards looked to the men and one spoke. "Stay by our sides. It will soon start." the green skinned one said. Zeelith rode forwards with Zeenith to meet the king in the middle, as he had asked. Though she smirked as he glared at her. He obviously hadn't been planning on loosing her from his grasp. "You wish to surrender yet Horath?" Zeenith asked cooly and the male spat on the ground. "We will not surrender to bitch scum like yourselves." he snapped and Zeelith closed her eyes and shook her head slowly. "Then you wish upon yourself death." Zeenith said and both respective parties returned to their armies and Zeenith took in a deep breath and energy began to collect around them. (Cue phoenix by fallout boy) With a cry Zeenith lead the first charge, and Zeelith stayed in front of the rangers and wind began to gather speed around her, her tattoos slowly beginning to gain brightness her eyes slowly being glazed over by molden gold.

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Norian Listens obedient to the orders and stands attentively
meanwhile kanza stands with his arms crossed at Norians side, looking at the soldiers spread all around.
nudging norians side kanza suggests "ey, you wanna place bets, i bet that one over there, green skin, black hair, the one with the sheild and...the...that weird stick thing... i bet she's gonna kick serious ass."

norian sighs "kanza you're such a child...it's clearly going to be the one over there with the greatsword, one hit from that and you're a goner."

the two laugh much to their guards dismay, a disciplinary crack to the head later and the two of them are once more standing quietly.

The wind began to howl at this point, and suddenly Zeelith shot into the sky, surrounded by what looked like a molten gold shield. Her tattoos were glowing and skittering across her skin in a frenzy, wanting to be released. The sound of the earth erupting pierced the field with a sound of a high pitched screech. Her tattoos all left her body, and shot down towards the earth like holy shots of light. The magic developed into dragon heads that consumed the front line of the men's army. Raising her hand, a wall of golden light then grew, corralling the man's army. They tried running, scattering, but the golden magic cage caught them all. The tattoos then broke apart from their dragon forms, burning holes through all of the men that had been in the mists of the women. All of the women moved to kneel, and the Queen rode up to the king, looking at him through the magic barrier.

"You asked for death. We will deliver the purge." she said and raised her arm into the air. As if possessed by the magic power that was crackling around her, Zeelith raised her hand in time with her twin. All of the magic shooting to gather above her hand. A voice from the priestess spoke, but it wasn't Zeelith's. It was the magic of the goddess, that spoke through her. "For the price of blood has been paid, for those of greed to be killed. The pain of sin forever the penalty for the power of vengance." the eery but welcoming voice boomed. All the women soldiers bowed their heads and whispered,"It is the will of the goddess."

Blinding bolts shot from Zeelith's body, setting the men a blaze in the pen like cage of magic. The screams were almost defining as the wind. Then all of the squirming and burning forms were lifted into the air, and clenching her hands, Zeelith stared at them with hatred. "Let all the men die." she breathed, and a bolt from the heavens came down, through her, and destroyed all of the burning mass. Her scream of pain was loud, but it ended as the ashes turned to petals on the wind and the power from her faded. Finding no strength left in her body, she plummeted towards the earth and landed so hard a small crater was formed. The women rejoiced and Sita transformed into her real form and ran to Zeelith's side, with worry. The priestess's golden shield slowly began to disappear, and looking at her form, all of the woman's tattoos were gone, and wouldn't return for a while either. Sita fidgeted frantically as she waited for the shield to slowly dissipate, she wanted to help and heal Zeelith, but it could be dangerous, who knew if the power was still in control?

Watching the grand display of magic norian scratches his cheek and admits "or maybe we should have bet on the crazy magic goddess elf..."
Kanza nods and agrees "yeah..."

Just as the magic is soaring through the crowd and the cage of magical light has formed kanza hears a sound he was hoping he would not.

"CONQUEST! CONQUEST IS HERE!!" He screams as a missile of magic rips though the elf army, taking out easily 30 soldiers in its wake.
The man storms into the battlefield like a steam engine of death, charging into the back line of the elf army and slaughtering one soldier after another.

Kanza panics and grabs for his sword, only to remember he had to leave it behind. "Fucking fuck fuck!" Kanza's dismay grows louder and louder as he is conflicted, does he summon his blade and betray the orders given to him, or does he just stand around helplessly watching the elves die. Kanza looks to Norian who is in the midst of taking an incredibly deep breath. "Norian...you're not-"

"STOP!!!!" Norain screams at the top of his lungs! echoing across the entire battlefield every being who happens to hear his voice is virtually paralyzed from it's sound. All except for Kanza and himself.
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Kanza gives a grin and laughs "ah~ diminishing returns." The two of them sprint towards conquest's position as Kanza channels his energy, summoning his blade from the depths of his heart once more, aura blazing off of his flesh like a virtual inferno kanza clenches his fist and plows it directly into conquest's temple. Jarring him out of his paralysis and causing him to stumble and hop backwards, Norian's eyes glow a bright yellow as he chants "Mort éternelle coulé sur ton âme!" as the words leave his lips every bone in Conquest's body emits a bright amber glow. "The eternal curse: Death of the soul" Norian whispers having completed the chant.

Conquest lets out a mighty laugh, raising his sword into the air it erupts in a maelstrom of crimson aura, power swirling around him like a tornado of blood he appears completely unphased by the curse set upon him.

Kanza returns the favor, thrusting his sword to the sky and channeling his very soul into the blade, his sapphire aura swirling around him like a whirlpool of light.

Sweat drips down Norians face as he looks to Kanza, the two spell swords now locked in a standoff each waiting for the other to make the first move. "Kanza, remember he's cursed, you only need to land one attack and he's dead."
Kanza chuckles, sweating profusely he was clearly pushing himself. "At this point my friend, so does he."
Conquest suddenly lunges forward and kanza is barely able to avoid the great-sword lunging directly at him, kanza tries to counter with a multitude of rapid sword slashes but one by one each slash is blocked either by conquest's armor or deflected by his sword. Kanza falls to the ground to avoid a devastating horizontal slash and immediately pops back up kicking Conquest in the chest. Kanza see's his opportunity and grabs onto conquest's wrist, keeping his sword at bay kanza drops his own sword and grabs conquest's other wrist.
Suddenly kanza is dropped to the ground, Conquest's metal boot impacting hard against his abdomen. he then rolls to the side and pops back up onto his feet, grabbing onto his own sword and throwing it like a javelin, Conquest easily avoids this attack by leaning to the side but is so focused on the sword he ends up blasted directly in the face by Kanza's magic.
"AGHHHHHHH!!!!" Conquest screams, falling to the ground as the pain circulates throughout his body and his bones begin to crack one by one.

"Finish him kanza!" urges Norian, however Kanza merely looks back at him and shakes his head.
"No...I refuse to carry the weight of this sin." kanza mutters, walking back to Norian. the two of them walk back to their guards as one by one the soldiers begin to break free of the paralysis.

"How many lives have been lost today alone?" Kanza asks to his friend.
"Far too many" Norian sighs. "It's such a waste."

Hearing the sudden onslaught of an attack from the same man who caused her near death, Sita's fear broke her from the paralysis. "Its him..." she choked, her hand flying up to her neck, tears streaming down her face. She knew that man's voice, his face, anywhere... When they had first been attacked, she hadn't paid him attention, and did what she was told. Seeing him now, made her feel pain and fear in every inch of her body. "Goddess save me.. Please!" she squeaked as she watched the men in horror. Molten golden eyes snapped open, driven by power and need to protect as she heard her dear one cry. Power growing around her once more, Zeelith's body lifted from the crater slowly. Levitating, her body turned around as the two friends nearly finished the male, her anger spiked.

With a streak of light she was upon the evil mage, her arm literally going straight threw his stomach on impact. Her voice a skin crawling chuckle as she looked down at his fear filled eyes. "Vengeance spares no one." she whispered, ripping his head from his shoulders, while the rest of his body exploded in a bloody mess. Shocked, Sita and Zeenith watch in horror, knowing the power was still driving Zeelith mad. Molten gold power was oozing from her eyes, nose, mouth and ears. Every area it could, it was leaking out of her system, making more power around her grow. Then her eyes fixed on Kanza and Norian.

Streaking towards them, she made quick work of the bard, her aurora smacking into him so hard that he was sent back flying into their guards. Luckily they were paying attention and caught him best they could. It was then Zeelith was upon Kanza. Throwing him onto the ground, she then pinned him with her own form, a maddening cackle coming from her mouth. Golden smoke slowly leaked out of her mouth, her lips covered in liquid burning gold. Leaning down, she placed a searing kiss to his neck. The molten gold magic burned deeply on his skin, and flowed downwards, following his veins. "What's this? How precious..." the goddess's voice spoke through the maddened vessel. "The blood of the betrayer, runs through these young veins... How precious... That she holds the descendant of the cursed king as a close companion... Oh how fate spins a twisted web." she whispered menacingly.

Sita tried to find strength in her limbs, but as she stood, she fell again. She couldn't feel her legs. "Zeelith stop! You don't want this!" she screamed. Zeenith saw the pain and heard the magic speak through her sister. Had she not heard those words, she wouldn't have faltered. But as the power grew she flung herself at her twin. Rollling away, she pinned her other half down. "BE GONE WRATH! YOU ARE NO LONGER NEEDED!" she snarled and her tattoos stabbed into Zeelith's chest. "So be it... Queen." the magic hissed and disappeared into the air. Zeelith's eyes slowly moved to return to normal, but full of pain. Her sister met her eyes, and then looked away. What had she done?

Kanza giggled weakly as zeelith regained her composure "hehe, now i really know how the kinky maidens feel" rubbing his neck and turning onto his side. Norian approaches them slowly, shaking and horrified after having been thrown though the air.
"zeelith? are you okay?" he asks with his childlike innocence.

Kanza's lips glow with his saphire aura as he places a kiss on Zeelith's neck, burning a small mark into her flesh "Eye for an eye, princess, hehe"

Zeenith snarled in anger as the male placed a searing kiss to Zeelith's neck. Smacking him away from her sister, she stood and was about to hit him again with a punch when Kita stopped her arm. "Don't... Everyone has suffered enough.... They will be gone soon enough." the blue skinned druid said softly and in shaking anger, the Queen nodded. "Sita!" she snapped and the pink skinned druid hurried over. "These.... Bugs are in your care. The guards will be stationed outside of the temple at all times. They are going to be under strict watch until Zeelith has her strength again. Motioning to the medics they came forward with Sita guiding them. She was the only one allowed to touch the priestess at this point. Plus, everyone was too afraid that she would smite them into oblivion. "Stay back please." she said softly to Norian, and moved to lift Zeelith's body onto the leather stretcher that four warriors were holding. The pain was obvious in her face as she writhed in the druid's arms. The sound of what would have been a scream, but was a scratchy breathy sound came from Zeelith's lips. When she was set down, the warriors moved out carrying her carefully back to Maya.

Sita walked between Zeelith's body, who was going in and out of consciousness of pain and sleep as they walked. Sita couldn't do anything until they were back at the temple with all of her healing herbs and instruments, as well as the healing waters. Turning her attention to the boys, her worry was obvious in her features. "I'm sorry you were in the cross fire.... Had you stayed by your guards, I don't think she would have targeted you.... But who knows... The magic targets everyone that is not Callith as an enemy, so it could've still targeted you... I just... Hope you don't hold it against her... Zeelith isn't in control when the power takes over..." she said but the paused. "But I think she saved you... Normally she would have smote you right away, so I think Zeelith was internally grappling with the power, to buy you time." the druid explained as they walked. Looking back at Zeelith, her eyes widened as she noticed the glow coming from Zeelith's left eye. "NO!" she screamed and watched in horror as the glow of molten gold burned into Zeelith's eye. The elf bit her lip as she bore the pain, and as the molten gold fell away, her golden eye was now a soft grey, almost no color left anymore. Sita felt tears fall down her face as she tried to hold herself together, but the price had been paid. "I-I'm sorry...." Zeelith choked pained and Sita shook her head and put her hands on Zeelith's arm softly. "We are almost to the temple... Just hold on." she breathed, trying not to break down and cry.

Kanza and Norian both slow their pace until Sita and the rest of the elves are just far enough to not hear them.
"Kanza...why didn't you kill conquest yourself?..." Norian questions meakly.
"I refuse to carry the weight of that man's sin...conquest was a plague disguised as a hero."
"A plague?" Norian questions "like a disease?"
"Do you know how spell blades gain a red aura?...it's a heavily guarded secret...blue aura comes from valor, green comes from wisdom, orange from courage, and red..." Pausing he covers his eyes as a tear falls to the ground "as far as we know, a spell blade can only gain it artificially...it can only be obtained from drinking Druid blood."
The color vanishes from Norians face as he looks ahead to Sita, now gritting his teeth Norian asks once more "Why?! Why didn't you kill him if you knew?!"
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Kanza's hand impacted with Norians cheek louder than the words he had shouted. "I will not carry the weight of that mans sins!"
"But what does that mean?!" Norian grabs onto Kanza's armor.
"..." Kanza takes a deep breath to gather his thoughts. "Whenever a spell blade feels they are responsible for the death of any creature, we 'carry their sins' we each carry the sins of countless lives, every sin we collect along the way...we will be judged for in oblivion..." Kanza's eyes sharpen with an intense glare "I didn't want conquest to die, because now I am carrying his sins, the sins of the bloodied crusader, they are mine to bear..."

Norian stops in his tracks, head dropping to stare at the ground in shock. "I-..I didn't-" just as Norian had started to grumble, Kanza lightly placed his hand on The bruised cheek.
"No more words Norian...nows not the time..."

The two give a grim nod as they run to catch up to the others.

The group of elves soon arrived in Maya, welcomed by flowers being throw in the air and lining the road as they walked. Cheering and happy song broke out within the city as most of the warriors head to the palace to celebrate. Though the party around Zeelith headed straight to the temple. There, waiting, were 5 other druids, devotees of the temple elves that served under Zeelith. Moving to the alter they moved her off of the stretcher and onto the alter. Moving to direct the other druids in what they needed, Sita watched as everyone left to go and get all they needed. Turning her gaze to the men she frowned. "You may not want to witness this.... She's been severely injured. Broken bones. Her throat burned on the inside... The list goes on." she breathed and wrapped her arms around herself. Seeing Norian's bruised cheek she stepped forward and kissed it softly. It glowed a soft white and then healed. "I'm sorry she threw you so far..." she breathed and hearing a soft groan her gaze turned back to Zeelith. Her tattoos were gone from her body, and wouldn't return for a long time.. She had been very close to death this time.

kanza steps forward to sita and clears his throat "Sita...that whole experience in the war..." bowing his head and covering his left eye with one hand. "It was nothing more than a tragedy...all of those lives lost, from the start of this crazy journey to it's zenith earlier...all of these lives gone forever...and for what? peace?...Sita...i know the journey up until this point has been all about separating the magic that has binded myself and zeelith...but...i want more than just that, i believe we have all the resources available to end this forsaken conflict. I'm not saying it will be easy...and it's impossible to stop war in it's entirety...we could do this world a favor saving countless more lives..."

norian looks to kanza with an extreamly concerned expression "Kanza where is all of this coming from? you're never like this, i feel like you're a completely different person. We aren't in any position to stop a war like this, the bad blood runs too deep. We could never hope to fix that with the four of us alone."

Kanza raises a finger signaling Norian to be quiet. "Joke for ya, two mages, a bard, and a druid walk into a bar. Do you know who fucks with them? Nobody! we've got the power to take this war apart step by step, i doubt you're wanted in tetaken yet, i don't think anyone even cares that you're aiding us. zeelith has connections here, and sita has a connection with everything we do not. We can do this. we can-" a red cinder suddenly floats into kanza's vision, he is speechless, looking all around for the source but finding nothing. "...what the hell."

norian pats kanza on the back "c'mon kanza keep it together...i think we should discuss all of this with zeelith actually present...y'know?"

"yeah" kanza mumbles, his eyes still actively searching the area for any possible source. "can we go to her?"

Sita listed to Kanza's words, feeling herself even more anxious and worried about the situation then before. His words were well meant, but the problem was to get through all the hate that surrounded the situation could kill them within a week anyway. Pacing lightly in front of them as she listened, she then stopped and looked up at them, meeting both of their gazes. "I don't know... It is a wonderful thought, Zeelith and I have tried to minimize the hatred and bloodshed many times.... But have only gotten so far." Sita spoke softly and then heard a groan come from Zeelith. Nodding she then moved to lead them towards the temple alter and then reached out and placed a gentle hand on her friend's forehead. Slowly the elven maiden opened her eyes and painfully turned her head towards the group. Blinking slowly, she then offered a soft smile, even though her lips broke and bled. Sita looked to the males and then back at Zeelith. "I-I.... s...." the priestess struggled, barely a painful whisper could be heard from her lips. "Don't push yourself Zeelith... Please." the druid said worriedly. "S... orr....y...." the black skinned woman choked out painfully and flew into a fit of coughs, spitting up more blood. With careful and loving hands the pink skinned healer wiped away what she could of the excess blood.

"hey zeelith..." kanza starts, scratching his cheek "don't freak out, but i'm going to put my hand over your breast, i need to see something, believe me." he gently places his hand on her shoulder and slides down until his hand is just touching the top of her breast, closing his eyes he concentrates and manages to pick up her heartbeat, it was abnormally slow due to her condition. Taking his other hand he sticks two fingers between the veins on his own neck. "It's just as i thought" kanza smiles "Our hearts, their beats have synchronized to this extent." Gently moving his hand to her forehead to check for a fever, surely enough he places his other hand on his own forehead and they feel exactly the same. "I would guess our last transfer of magic during that battle has only strengthened the bond. I doubt it'll be any easier to separate now."

Norian looks to kanza and interupts his rambling "um kanza...why did you touch her breast? couldn't you have just used her neck?"

Kanza's face goes red and he stutters "w-well t-t-that thought didn't come to mind until after i had said it, a-and i didn't want to be made a liar in front of these women."

Zeelith watched Kanza with blurry vision, her breathing hitching feeling his touch. It felt so cold compared to her feverish skin. Her smile was weak and as much as she tried to move her lips to speak, she couldn't make a sound. Sita watched and shook her head as Norian spoke and she sighed. "Silly..." she breathed and heard the other druids coming to help her heal Zeelith. Stepping forward to feel the male's forehead, she frowned and then shook her head. "Norian, make sure he lays down over there on the pillows. Keep him resting." Sita instructed as she lead them to the resting area full of pillows, and blankets of rich color and soft and silky texture. Looking at them she smiled and nodded. "Rest, we will be doing our best to heal Zeelith." she breathed and returned to her close friend's side.

The process to heal Zeelith was painful and slow. They couldn't put her to sleep for the magic barrier in her blood forbade it. First they undressed the woman, cutting off her priestess garb and armor, to then gently pour the blessed water over her body to rid her of extra blood and grime. That's when they set to work. Two druids moved to make a potion and the other a paste for all the burns. Sita moved to do the healing magics while Zeelith writhed in agony from the touches and straightening to her ribs. Breathy, scratchy screams came from the elven maiden's lips as the healing process dragged on. Mid way through, Sita called for a break, give Zeelith time to rest. The poor woman had tears streaked down her face, which was contorted in constant pain. The other druids went to get more supplies as Sita bowed her head over her dear friend. "I'm so sorry.... None of this should have happened... "she breathed and then pulled a small beautiful necklace with a carved emerald in the shape of an angel wing from a hidden door on the alter. Lifting it so Zeelith could see it, she then kissed it and put it in Zeelith's open hand. Closing her friend's fingers around it, she offered a sad smile. "Let Nayomi's spirit give you strength." she breathed and then looked over to the men. Walking over she found her legs feeling weak. "The worst is over... Now we just heal all of the burns, and let her rest."

Kanza blatantly ignores the advice to rest. "I need to relieve myself, the nearest washroom is where?" Appearing incredibly pale and almost sickly Kanza rushes to the bathroom, puking violently Kanza's eyes widen beat red as he sees the molten gold color, zeeliths aura being purged from his body. He gives a pained laugh, cleaning himself up and looking to his reflection. "Blood of the betrayer, descendent of the cursed king." Clutching his stomach as the last bits of aura are purged from his body. Looking at his reflection he rubs his eyes to see a malnourished and sickly version of himself and adding "well aren't you one sexy corpse...hehe."

After fixing himself up as best he can Kanza returns before the healing has gotten very far. When Sita approaches the two of them Kanza smiles "that's good, I don't know what I'd do without her, hehe probably because I'd be dead"

Norian gives Kanza a questionable look but shrugs it off, Norian then shifts his attention to Sita. "Sita are you feeling alright? You look like you're in terrible pain yourself." His cheeks tint red as he adds "Is there something bothering you?"

Sita looked at the two males and smiled weakly. "Druids are beings of peace and magic... Seeing such fighting, blood and carnage, death.... It hurts..." she breathed and put a hand over her heart. Closing her eyes she sighed and then opened them seeing the young elves in training approaching with food trays. Smiling warmly at the girls, the druid thanked them and watched as they walked away. Then she moved to set food in front of the men and looked to Norian. "We need to keep up our strength, eat." she said softly and then met gazes with Kanza. Suddenly reaching out she then touched Kanza's forehead and frowned. "Her condition is affecting you." she said bluntly and then stood. Grabbing him she picked him up bridal style and carried him towards the secondary alter. "You need to rest. Trying to fight the healing isn't helping either of you." she said sternly and laid him gently on the alter, putting a pillow beneath his head. Pulling a fur blanket over the males body, she then leaned down and kissed his forehead. "You need to take care of yourself, if not for you, then for Zeelith's sake."

While resistant at first Kanza decides a little rest will do him good. "I'd ask the princess to join me, hehe but I don't quite see that happening." Stretching before adjusting to make himself comfortable.

Norian awkwardly tries to grab Sitas attention. "Um, Sita, could you come with me for a bit? I wanna talk to you with less eyes and ears around...if that's okay." Face tinted red with innocence it was unclear if he was putting on an act or not.

Raising an eyebrow at hearing Kanza's words, the druid sighed heavily as she brushed her hands over him, checking for any major injuries. "Saying such a thing in the temple of the goddess of the Callith.... Such a silly boy... You're lucky to not be smote in place..." she chided lightly and then stepped back as he got comfortable. For now the healing would be slow, but easy going. Both would recover soon, she hoped.

Hearing Norian's voice, the pink skinned druid turned around and looked at him. Nodding, she walked over to him. "I can spare a few minutes before the others return." she breathed and then lead him into the room they were originally before the battle happened. Closing the door, she looked at him curiously. "What do you want to talk about?" she asked softly.

Norian briefly bites his thumb before he speaks. "When we met all the way back at the inn, I had a feeling deep down you were something far greater than you let on, in tetaken we were taught the Druid race went extinct decades ago, and seeing your magic in person was so spectacular I can barely put it into words. Myself being a bard I'm a bit envious of you, my words carry weight, far more than others, but your magic can do so much more." With a gentle smile he adds "and Kanza...his magic is made to kill, he has the biggest burden of all I believe, a spell blades exist for the purpose of releasing the damned of their sins, he may not show it but Kanza is suffering right now...it's the reason he never wanted to be a part of this war...with the death of the red man he's just got so much on his mind..." He sighs "so back to what I was getting at before, I just wanted to thank you for your help and for staying with us, I really appreciate having you around." Smiling his cheeks tint red once more, before lightly biting his index finger.

Sita tilted her head hearing Norian start talking. She herself felt a bit of a blush on her cheeks as he spoke. He was flattering her, and slightly right as well about her being a bit more. Running a hand through her long white hair, she listened and nodded to his words in understanding. "I figured that something was hurting him a bit more." she said and then blushed and bowed her head to him. "Its my pleasure to help. Its what druids are for." Sita said and then paused. "And you are right, I'm not a normal druid. I'm an Elite Druid. A royal line of the first druids of all time. So I guess you could say I'm their queen... Its just I'm really young, my antlers haven't grown out yet and druids don't really need to be ruled. We are peaceful free creatures. I'm just here in case my powers are needed." she explained lightly and blushed a bit more. "Im inexperienced and young so I'm not that great."

Norian chuckles "young and inexperienced is something I relate to well, I'm 18 years old and I still look like a child, it's a gift and a curse. I'm a skilled bard in the grand scheme of things but when it comes to words of power and hymns I'm not very well versed." Rubbing the back of his head he adds "being a bards not easy, I was warned if I wasn't careful the entire the entire world will fall in love with me." Straightening his hair and fixing his tie Norian clears his throat and says "I'm glad you're here Sita, for those two, and for me."