Krogenar turned on his side, and allowed Minli
to perform the procedure on his other leg. Focusing on the smooth, acid-etched
metal walls of the airship, he felt his other leg split open, but felt
no pain. A distant sensation, of something beeing 'placed' into his ruptured
leg could be felt. He was strangely detached from it. Taking a deep breath,
he stared at the wall again. When the light struck them askance, pictographs
could be seen, very finely etched into them. Pearl colored, they must mean
something. He felt a distant,'closing' sensation. "Your
legs will heal Krogenar, in a few days time." He
turned onto his back, to face Minli, who slowly closed her black trenchcoat.
"Thank
you, Minli.."She nodded, smiled at the strider.
"You'll
need them soon." "I'll speak with the Sunites next." he
said. Minli scoffed.
"I don't think they'll
be of much help," she frowned. "...not
if they know that I'm involved."
Krogenar
frowned, raised an eyebrow. "I know that they'll
help me Minli." "I have a friend in their Order - a pixie who enjoys pinching
me!" he grinned. Minli's mouth curved into
smile, "You mean Zaria."
He
nodded. She leaned closer to Krogenar, informed him, "She
pinches EVERYONE Krogenar."
They chuckled
for a moment, then Minli asked,
"I've noticed
some other anatomical anomalies while performing this surgery..." The
half-orc's eyebrows came together, and he smirked. Minli took one if his
arms, turned it over. "Here. Your arms, the
hair on them, they grow in all directions, not in one direction. You were
-" "Burned? Yes. My arms were burned some time back, when I was much, much
younger."
He grinned, his canines peeking
out. "The hair on them has never grown straight
since.""He tries to smile without showing
his teeth,"
Minli observed inwardly. "He's
a bit sensitive about his canines." she thought.
She asked, "I could fix that as well, hardly
as difficult as your legs." The strider shook
his head. "My arms work - I don't care how
they look, really." He grinned again, his
lips together. "Thank you though, for offering."
Minli
nodded. "Then go, and find Keldon - with or
without the help of The Sunites."She helped
him from the chair, and handed him his crutches.
Krogenar
hobbled through the streets of New Thalos, happy to think of it under the
control of The Church of Istishia. There were no outward changes to it
yet, but he control of The Church of Istishia. There were no outward changes
to it yet, but he was sure some were planned. He came to the curb, looked
at the step upwards he would have to take. Putting one foot gingerly on
the curb, he took a breath, looked at his leg. He pushed up on his crutches,
lifting himself up those few inches. A twinge of pain shot through his
leg, and he toppled forward onto the pavement, landing on his right shoulder.
Growling at a tourist who stopped to observe, he looked to the leg that
failed him, saw its surface quivering slightly. Something inside his leg
snaked about, grasping at tendons, trying to make itself more like the
rest of the flesh it inhabited. It only wanted to fit in. Krogenar felt
his tendons and ligaments pulled from within, tightening. He took short,
quick breaths, waiting for it to stop. Eventually, the thing in his leg
stopped its explorations, and quieted itself. Grabbing at the wall, he
pulled himself up, snatched his crutch back from the tourist who offered
it to him, and hobbled west. Despite his irritation, one of his legs felt
stronger.
