The meeting before the fight

[Draken]

Draken hesitated to drink it for a moment, then chugged it all down in one gulp. The cloth sent a sudden surge of pain he wasn't expecting through his body which forced a yell before he rested his head against the wall, eyes tightly shut in pain, the heat, the poison, and the nausea beginning to swell in his gut.

He tried to control his involuntary twitching each time the needle pierced his flesh around the wound and at the same time tried to focus on the question being asked. His eyes opened slightly when the tugging sensation stopped in his leg. His nails were digging into the floor. Draken was reluctant to reveal any information about the main reasons why he joined Osirus' ranks, fearing they would simply kill him on the spot. "He fed me...and gave me shelter when no one else would...In exchange for my services..." He replied in broken speech between gasps. It was true, though. Just not the whole story...

(Which is being re-written by the way, just to clean it up a bit and make it more...well, readable lol)

[Prophet Bassette]

Azazeal stared at him for a moment, then continued to clean the wound and stitch it. He pondered for a moment on Draken's reply, then waved a hand, another small ceramic mug flying over. He took it from the air and handed it to Draken without looking up.
"Hmph...drink it. It'll help with the pain...By the way, I'll know your name now. Bassette will not keep knowing you by the name of assassin now," Azazeal muttered. With a final stitch, he clicked his tongue and the thread in which had sealed the wound tied itself neatly and securely. Once again, the roll of bandages moved of their own accord and began to wrap itself around his leg. Azazeal then stood up and clapped his hands together. All of the bloodied instruments flew straight into a boiling pot of water. Azazeal walked over to the sweating Dulcimer to check up on him for a moment, then busied himself as he helped Bassette into bed. Lady Bassette had grown very quiet for some time and Azazeal hoped she was feeling alright as she quickly fell into an uncomfortable sleep.

"Bassette...she means everything to me...As Osirus had plucked you up into his "caring" hands, Bassette took me in when my own mother abandoned me just for being a Shade. She cared for me, raised me, and called me her own...This Order is like our extended family. Everyone here looks out for each other...we're all we've got in our battle against a tyrannical man such as Osirus..." Azazeal said as he slowly left Bassette's bedside. He walked up to Draken after having grabbed his own blanket from his cot and tossed it to Draken.

"I would do anything to see her nightmares turn into peaceful dreams. Even if that means dying for her...You see...here in the Order, we live and die for each other. If you're going to join us, you'll have to become part of the family," he said. Then he turned his back on Draken and went to the bubbling pot.

"By the way...that pain medicine is laced with Lunarroot. You'll be asleep soon..." Azazeal muttered.

[Draken]

Draken sprawled out on the blanket provided. The drugs quickly took affect on his weakened body; the pain began to numb and his eyelids grew heavy. As Azazeal began to speak of Bassette, he realized why he was so vexed- he threatened to kill her, and probably would have had he killed Aden...Then thought of those he already killed, within and outside of the Order.

Draken's eyes closed, but he was not yet alseep. "Draken...My name's Draken, if you must know," He muttered before he too slipped into a deep slumber.

[Prophet Bassette]

Azazeal kept his back to him for a moment longer before finally glancing over his shoulder at Draken. Draken...If Aden hadn't been here you could have very well killed Dulcimer and gone after Bassette...but would I...would I be strong enough to stop you? I have no real training in combat, only protective fronts...and my pathetic magic skills... Azazeal turned his eyes to look a the roiling fire underneath the pot. He was tired. He wanted sleep. But he would get no sleep tonight. Even with the assassin under drugs, Azazeal would never feel safe with him near.
This upcoming battle...what will Lady Fate decide? Are we to die by the hands of Osirus or will Lady Lumen provide us a safe victory? As Azazeal continued to think, the sounds of three very uncomfortable people sleeping could be heard as the night quickly gave way to the early morning hours...

::Fin::