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Started August 23, 2019 by Deleted user

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"Wise words… as I said, refreshing…"
"Vekan!" It was the captain calling him
"I must go…" he smiles again and walks away

Pelleas bowed his head. "I'm glad you think so. Is there anything else I can do in the meantime? People still seem to be in a panic. If not, I'll let you be on your way."

"Act like nothing is happening, if someone does that they'll calm down, it's always that way"

"Ah, so the same as I've been doing," Pelleas said, "Will do."
He stretched his shoulders a bit, feeling quite restless.
"Good luck. May we cross paths again."

"May Saint Eira allow it…" he puts on a cloak and leaves

Raz nodded at Pelleas's answer. " You're lucky then. Who on this ship has first aid?" She asked aloud, looking around at everyone.

The captain went to check if everyone was ok (breaking the fourth wall: if anyone want to ask or try something, wheter it be on character or not, feel free to do so)

(What are blood (for lack of a better word) benders known for? Do certain races or magic have alignments, if so what are they? Do certain races or sub-races hate each other?)
Raz began to go around and try to get the poison out of people's systems so they could get themselves bandaged up or find someone who knows how to.

Pelleas figured there wasn't much he could do besides crowd control, but it was something. Along the way, he was able to recruit a few others to help him out with different sections of the ship so the passengers didn't get in the way. On portions of the deck, he caught glimpses of red here and there, where there were certain passengers who had fallen. He tried to shut it out, but it was more difficult than anticipated.
He then heard someone cry out that their son was dead, but all he could do was just make sure others weren't panicking more than they already were. Pelleas looked over and saw an Elven woman- a Sun Elf like himself- crouching over a much younger member of the same race. He closed his eyes.
Shut it out… Shut it out…
Pelleas felt his palms start to sweat, and he was trembling a bit.

Raz had been able to help most of the injured, though she was crestfallen when she couldn't save a boy. His mother cried over his body and she couldn't do anything about it.
After she was done helping she walked back to the sons' mother and asked for his name. She told her it was Flynn. "I will make a story for your son." She said. "So he will live on."
Raz walked over to where Palleas was doing crowd control. "Having trouble with the blood?" She asked, making sure to hide her hands in the robe, as they were bloody from helping.

Pelleas shook his head.
"No, it's okay. I'm steering clear," he lied.
He just hoped he wouldn't end up fainting, as it was something that sometimes happened when this very particular type of fear overwhelmed him.

Raz raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure about that? She asked with a slight smirk. "Cause you look basically dripping with sweat." She adjusted her sleeves so that he could see her hands were covered with blood.

Pelleas made a wry face at first. He closed his eyes to block out the sight, but it was too late. He was about to say something, but before he could, his blood pressure dropped suddenly, his knees gave out, and he hit the deck.

"We got another one!" the same elf they helped before rushed towards Pelleas, more people along with him, "We´ll take care of this." they took him to a room filled with injured passengers and people who couldn´t handle the panic.

Pelleas started coming to slowly as he was being taken to the room. He stirred just a bit, and his gold eyes fluttered open.
"H-hey. Where are you taking me?" he asked, "I'm fine, I just fainted…"

"Oh, thanks Galara, you looked like you were dead…" the moon elf said, "I don´t think we exchanged names before, I´m Vadreya Tomir, soldier and ocasionally a doctor if there´s isn´t enough personal…"

"Pelleas Saevel," he replied tersely, moving an arm to cover his face.
He moved so that he could stand up, and let out a soft sigh. Pelleas felt an odd tenseness in his stomach and throat, almost like he was going to be sick.

Raz just stared at Pelleas on the ground before people came and took him away. "Sh*t." She mumbled as she followed them. She needed to find somewhere to wash or hands off. "You good buddy?" She asked when he woke up.
(Could she potentially just bend all the blood off her hands?)

Pelleas saw Raz and laughed.
"I bet you thought that'd be pretty funny, huh?" he asked, "But yeah, I'm okay. I don't think I hurt myself in the fall or anything."

Haslo had been carrying wounded people on the back of his bear, Hoss, below the decks to the people who had knowledge in first aid and the ability to heal.

In this situation, his ability would be of no use. In the middle of the sea and with the risk of harming other mages, his vibration magic would have no role in this fight for survival.

Raz chuckled. "I was joking and then you decided to go and pass out on me. What was that for?" She joked as she got the blood off her hands.

Pelleas shifted his gaze away from her hands.
“I said I don’t do blood…” he muttered, “I wasn’t kidding.”

"Yeah, I can see that," Raz said as she finished getting the blood off. "I'm Raz, by the way." She said, sticking out her now clean hand for him to shake. "And I'd advise you to stay away from me when I use my magic."

(Yes, she can, it would leave a mess somewhere else thoug so it might me better to throw it at the ocean)
"Ladies and gentlemen…" the captain spoke after clearing her troath, "We are please to announce that we finally got rid of the guards, feel free to rest and help with the injured in case you know about firts aid, we are officially on a safe zone."
(You already went from Alban to Noraske)