Medical Lesson(Dylerun)

Renegin walks into the square with the unconscious body of Nate hoisted onto his shoulders, he let out a sigh seeing that hardly anyone was present. He took the boy and laid him onto the grass, sitting him up against the Lamp then turned to Dylerun.

"Yer ah medic aren't ye? Will tah check over young Nate here. He uh....got roughed up in tha caves bad and ah got no medical experience...there's some sort ah symbol on his too. Not sure what tha hell that's all about."

He said this standing by Nate's body, keeping an eye to see that he was stable and breathing.
(Renegin Billard)
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Dylerun Grauhimmel says, "...I suppose."

Renegin Billard says, "Thank ye."
Nate's face showed distress in his unconsciousness, though his body limp. Under the garments on his back, the light of an occultic marking reflected off the metal of the lamp post. Most wounds superficial, but his mana circuits fighting with occultism.
(Nate Kreed)

Renegin moved clar of Nate's body, allowing the ancient Grauhimmel plenty of space to worth with.
(Renegin Billard)
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"Annoying."

The aged Grauhimmel would step forward, like some slow-moving stormcloud that would shift to encompass the closed vision of Nate. Hands pressing against his neck to pull him forward, a frown creasing his face as a tongue clicked against teeth. "Yes, your friend had a run-in with someone. And apparently they enjoy their little...mmmh."

"Marks."

Dylerun would step back a moment, slowly removing his hat to slick greying hairs back as snakelike eye would fall to Renegin. "Turn him over, and hold him down. This won't be pleasant for the boy."
(Dylerun Grauhimmel)
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Renegin moved to the side quickly, a pep in his step despite the armor he wore. His blade was rested against the lamp as he knelt down and easily hoisted the boy up and turned him over. He restrained both of Nate's hands in a firm and nearly unbreakable grip, that of a blacksmiths.

He his gaze was focused on making the Nate didn't squirm free once whatever Dylerun was going to do began. His rolled his shoulder and took in a deep breath, nodding as Nate's position was locked in. Nothing could move him now...except maybe Dylerun.

"Good tah go...oh wait."

He took a rag and opened Nate's mount, shoving it in so if he did happen to scream it would be muffled greatly. He gave another nod.

"Now we're good."
(Renegin Billard)
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(Dylerun Grauhimmel applies first aid treatment to Nate Kreed.)

The younger boys shirt would be slowly pulled away, revealing the remnant superficial wounds- and more importantly, the occultic symbol that lay upon his back. Dylerun looked on with a critical eye. He was familiar with runes, markings. He had written his own once, had laid such things on enemies. A wrist would crack as he rolled it before he stepped downward. A knee sharply pressing into Nates back, clearly uncaring if he brought discomfort, the position awkward alongside Renegins own holdings.

"The gag is a nice touch."

Sharp, golden pops would be visible between the mans crooked fingers. Like glowing embers of a fire, holy energies began focusing on the tips until they were nearly molten. Golden in color, though the intent was far from such. "You see, things like these are simple." He would look towards Renegin casually, gesturing as his free hand braced itself onto the Kreeds shoulder. "Overflowing mana circuits can be painful- which is why Occultists love doing it so much. Marks like these are a consistent pain, like an old wound. A tumor. They have to be torn out."

"Root and stem."

Dyleruns fingers would thrust downward into the boys back, seeming to sink deeply into the flesh. Vanishing up to the knuckles around the marker, a claw-like hand would move to its edges. Overwhelmed, the marker would begin to fizzle. The edges warping, as though the ancient Oscuri were gripping it with his own fingers. And slowly, with practiced precision, would fingers begin to extract. With it, the rune, seeming to float between glowing fingers.

What was left was a massive red, puckered mark on the back of Nate. The glowing rune would take most of the Grauhimmels interest, before uncaring, he would make a fist. A cough-like sound as blackened smoke flowed between fingers, before the rune was done away with.
(Dylerun Grauhimmel)
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At the feeling of the knee pressuring his back, Nate awoke to find himself being held and immediately stuggled! Murmurs were heard as night pleaded behind the rag. If not immediately being released, the boy seeped right back into anger and tried lashing out.

 What is going on?! Who is this?!

His stuggles were meaningless. Those men held him still and before he knew it, Dylerun had penetrated the boys back. You could still hear the  Scream  that was muffled by the rag, and it was unending in this endeavor.
(Nate Kreed)
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Renegin watched the procedure with great interest, any interaction he had with a Grauhimmel was carefully observed. The old smith spoke little, but when he did it was for a reason. He committed the knowledge to memory...root and stem. He wondered if he could do the same sort of thing with the magics at his disposal.

Still, Nate awoke and struggled. Under the hardy grip of Renegin and the knee of Dylerun however it wasn't much use. In a few moments the mans hand sunk in and retracted once more, the rune in his grasp and then purely into dust.

Afterwords he kept a hold of Nate until the boy calmed down, then eventually let him go and removed the rag of his own accord, standing to his full height and retrieving his sword. He gave a nod to Dylerun.

"Again, thank ye Dylerun. Its appreciated, fer him even more so im sure...and im Renegin Miss. Pleasure tah meet ye."

He smiled, despite the circumstances. A hand coming up to scratch his finely groomed beard.
(Renegin Billard)