Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20131213224841/@comment-24280666-20131214143524

The healing spell was draining much power from Ferrin. This was a bad infection. He kept trying to combat the virus in a different way but this infection was adapting to his efforts. It could take a few more hours. Ferrin was straining. This effort was killing him. He was tapping off the powers of the Mijae waters and without a source to direct the pain to, he was taking on enormous pain. A realization came to Ferrin. All the pain that it took to cast spells he had directed to Eldris. Now that he felt the pain he was sorry for Eldris. He had tortured him with Magicka pain. He had not meant to! But in this world, did anyone care? Ferrin fell to his knees. The pain was too much. He was casting a spell without Magicka. He collapsed to his knees. He knew that Nish would die if he stopped. It was so ferocious, this wound! It fought back against all his efforts with no regard. He was trying to isolate the culprit in his blood but it was not strong enough. "Nish! Hold on a bit longer! Please! I... can't..." Ferrin was nearing fainting and perhaps death. Why was he doing this? He was going to kill himself! He needed a potion. He looked around the room and saw it. A potion. A Magicka potion! He needed it. He had gone too far into his spellcasting. If he stopped now the virus would infect him too. But, if he kept casting the spell without Magicka he would start to die. He needed that potion! He tried to use his mind to grab it. It wasn't working. He was missing the energy. He needed Eilonwyn! "Eilonwyn! Help! I need you!" Ferrin screamed as blood began to pour out of his mouth. Was he going to drown in his own blood? Perhaps. He knew one thing. He needed Eilonwyn. He needed her.