Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27736349-20170603204216/@comment-29564364-20170616000329

Meanwhile...

Out of breath, I finally reach the the Guild's building, where a surprise awaited me.

Matt: "Good grief, Alpha, just what happened to you? And who is she?"

Alpha-493: "Matt?? I don't know what you're doing here so you'll have to explain later, but I don't have the time right now. This Cursed Sword needs medical care immediately." I answer as I enter the building, making my way to the infirmary.

Matt: "What do you mean, you don't know? We came here together for the festival. Don't you remember?" He follows me in.

Alpha-493: "No."

Matt: "Ah, I get it. You're just messing around, aren't you?"

Alpha-493: "Do I look like I'm kidding?"

Matt: "Hm... Nope, that's your serious face."

Alpha-493: "Exactly. It probably was another me. As of now, I and two other people are fighting a hero not so far into the forest. I need to get her safe and get back pronto."

Matt: "You mean that guy with the white cape who wields maces?"

Alpha-493: "Yes, him. So it's you he was talking about... That means Gwen's here too?"

Matt: "Yeah, she must be somewhere in town enjoying the festival... Um... Your eye is turned off. Did he do that to you?"

Alpha-493: "No, that was before. I walked by a Gremlin kid throwing a fit over dropped candies."

Matt: "Sucks to be you..."

I erupt in the infirmary and hurry to a bed where I rest her. "Is there anyone who knows how to treat an injured Cursed Sword?"

In the light of the room, I can finally get a better view of the woman's condition. Demonic Energy seems to have already done its work on the scratches and bruises, but there was something that no amount of DE or healing magic could regrow ... Of the sword arm, nothing was left but the handle up to the big red eye. The majority of the blade was missing, from which the red liquid was still escaping at an alarming rate.

Alpha-493: "It's worse than I thought..."

[Done]