Despite the better efforts of her wardens, there were some areas continually lost to the darkspawn. It was a disheartening to message. And even worse to see with her own eyes. While she patrolled her own boundaries, regularly checked the wards in place that protected the Terynir of Highever, that had left the Bannorn unguarded. And often quickly overrun. She did not have enough wardens.
Word came of a small village in the Bannorn that was in desperate need for aide. But Lana could not spare many wardens to help. She did, however, have a desire to evacuate as many to Amaranthine as she could. There they would be safe. There they could recover.
While normally she'd go out alone and utilize her magic to shift, this time she took two griffons. Garuda and one of the remaining griffons without a rider. She'd hoped, with luck, she could use both to bring at least the children and the elderly away to Amaranthine first. Then return for more, perhaps with some of her soldier's from the Vigil.
Those that could least likely defend themselves, however, they needed to go first.
The sight was bleak upon her arrival. Many looked blighted. Too far gone for even her own abilities to save. Guiding both griffons to a safe clearing to land, she quickly looked about to see if there was anyone she could speak with. A templar from the Chantry, perhaps, or a sister. Or even the Revered Mother.
Instead, she heard a man's voice calling out for a healer. While not a healer, she had a feeling this type of situation she might be able to lend a hand with. She approached, her warden blues glimmering just a bit in the light.
Her eyes danced about until they landed on a nearby person. They looked young, probably quite healthy before being tainted. Kneeling down beside them, Lana pulled her blade from her boot and ran it without hesitation across her hand. As the blood dripped down, she touched both hands to their chest.
Eyes had gone red in the process of tapping into her blood magic. She could feel the Blight swirling within the person beneath her, but carefully she coaxed that taint back toward herself. And, finding the open wound, she pressed her bloodied hand over it until she could feel the taint within them no longer.
She'd not be able to do this for many, it might kill her, but a few like this? Maybe. Just maybe she could spare them a grisly death.
Word came of a small village in the Bannorn that was in desperate need for aide. But Lana could not spare many wardens to help. She did, however, have a desire to evacuate as many to Amaranthine as she could. There they would be safe. There they could recover.
While normally she'd go out alone and utilize her magic to shift, this time she took two griffons. Garuda and one of the remaining griffons without a rider. She'd hoped, with luck, she could use both to bring at least the children and the elderly away to Amaranthine first. Then return for more, perhaps with some of her soldier's from the Vigil.
Those that could least likely defend themselves, however, they needed to go first.
The sight was bleak upon her arrival. Many looked blighted. Too far gone for even her own abilities to save. Guiding both griffons to a safe clearing to land, she quickly looked about to see if there was anyone she could speak with. A templar from the Chantry, perhaps, or a sister. Or even the Revered Mother.
Instead, she heard a man's voice calling out for a healer. While not a healer, she had a feeling this type of situation she might be able to lend a hand with. She approached, her warden blues glimmering just a bit in the light.
There is not much that a healer could do.Her answer was a somber one as she looked on at the ghouls around them. Even if there was, perhaps, a healer somewhere within the tent, Lana did not have a good feeling as she felt the Blight all around her.
Except keep them comfortable.
Her eyes danced about until they landed on a nearby person. They looked young, probably quite healthy before being tainted. Kneeling down beside them, Lana pulled her blade from her boot and ran it without hesitation across her hand. As the blood dripped down, she touched both hands to their chest.
Eyes had gone red in the process of tapping into her blood magic. She could feel the Blight swirling within the person beneath her, but carefully she coaxed that taint back toward herself. And, finding the open wound, she pressed her bloodied hand over it until she could feel the taint within them no longer.
She'd not be able to do this for many, it might kill her, but a few like this? Maybe. Just maybe she could spare them a grisly death.
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