Mysterious Illness of Rashkaa and Portilia

((Just so you know... I plan to do this with aid of Portilia... so only me and her please It's a story on our attacks and what the effects have been... Names and
references only taken from ACTUAL rp events... don't like playing god ))

Jass' Attack

Jass put his sword away... And looked at the mass of rotting flesh before him.

"The undead are stronger here... I must be closer to my destination" he
thought to himself, before walking past the pile of corpses.

Suddenly a loud groan came from behind a bush to Jass' left. He
drew his sword and called his Seal of Command, while slowly approaching
the bushes. Peering cautiously over he saw a Human in a red mask
struggling with a huge undead monster.

Calling from the bushes Jass rushed to his defence, arriving just
as the monster struck the Human across the head... Sending him
sprawling across the war-struck land. Releasing his Judgment, Jass
sprang into battle against the wicked monster. After a hard fought
battle Jass pulled his sword from the creature's chest and turned to
where the Human had laid, to find nothing but scorched earth.

Are you there?" He called out aloud. He recieved no reply.

Thud, the sound sudden and loud.

Jass fell to the floor limply. The Human pulled him onto his back
and forced a small shining disk into his mouth before quickly running
off into the setting sunlight.

When Jass awoke he found himself staring at the roof of an Inn with
a soft warm bed beneath him. A worried young woman was sat beside the
bed.. she was fussing with her dress.

Portila looked down at the rather sleepy looking younge blood elf who despite looking rather tired and distressed was not in bad shape considering she had found him in the middle of no where passed out. Portila had decided to take him back to the ghostlands with her as that was where most of her duties lie.
Portila compossed herself smoothing out her rather ruffled robe that had seen it's fair share of battles, she looked up and noticed that the red haired elf was awakening, Portila quickly turned and took some water from a table and helped the elf sit up giving him the water but not letting go of the goblet to make sure he drank a suficiant amount. After coughing and choking a little on the water the elf finally managed to sit up on his own and hold the goblet, Portila smiled and began to speak softly to the elf
"i found you and have brought you to the ghostlands, I am Lady Portila"

"Lady... Portilia" Jass repeated weakly, his voice weak and rugged. He looked up at the young Blood Elf staring at him. Her eyes a gentle shade of green.

"You were unconcious. I brang you back here..." Ms. Portilia gestured to the building they were in. A simple lnn, poorly staffed but warm and comfortable. It was all that Jass needed. "...and i've been nursing you back to health."

"Thank you..." was all that Jass managed to say before coughing. He lied down again and smiled gently at the young woman. It wasn't long before he was resting peacefully again.

A silver clasp caught Ms. Portilia's attention. She gently lifted it from Jass' hair and looked at it closely. Embossed was the insignia of the Blood Knight order. "Oh... A Blood Knight" she whispered.

Portilia carefully placed the silver clip back and mulled over the idea in her head whilst looking at the younge elf, portilia sighed deeply and carried on nursing him.
The following day portilia decided that her duties could wait no longer so she quickly spoke to the innkeeper to let the elf know as soon as he awoke, and with that she placed her cloak back on from the stand and mounted all her wepons in place and took one last look at the elf befor heading out into the cold, Portilia did not have far to go to reach the Catacombes to wipe out the infected trolls, This would be her hardest challenge yet.

Portilia crouched down at the entrance watching the movment inside from the trolls, She breathed in deeply and then walked in befor she could get any further foward portilia was struck suddenly from behind on her head
Portilia's vision waverd befor she fell liflessy to the ground, but just befor slipping into uncounsiousness she saw the red hooded figure walking away, it was deffinatly not a troll....

Then nothing but complete darkness swolowed her

((excuse spelling misstakes dyslexic ))

Jass awoke, he'd had a terrible nightmare where an evil man wearing a red bandana has been attacking all those close to him. He reached for a cloth and wiped his forehead gently. Sliding out of bed, Jass searched for his armour and decided he would take a walk to refresh his legs and head.

Jass walked down the stairs to be confronted by the Innkeeper. He smiled and said:

"I'm so glad to see you're up and moving young Blood Knight!," he quickly added, "That young Miss that was attending to you had to leave on business... Although i haven't seen her return."

Jass frowned slightly and asked if she had mentioned where she was heading.

"The Catacombs" was all the Innkeeper said before Jass headed towards the door, picking up his sword on the way. Jass broke into running as soon as he left the Inn door and didn't relent till he had reached the entrance to the Catacomb.

There lying in the doorway was the incapacitated body of the young Blood Elf. "Naaru help me!" muttered Jass as he summoned the "bands of light" that were used to form his spells.

The "bands" didn't fight as he expected... Infact he had to use little strength to form the spell he required: Redemption.

Jass watched as the light enfused with the young Blood Elf... And prayed to the Naaru she'd be safe.

Portilia felt like she was swimming in darkness and could not make sense of anything, Was she dead? What had happend? who was the red hooded figure? Befor anymore questions could go through her head she felt a jolt, And then another and befor she knew if she was taking a deep breath coughing. She knew from the feel of the cold wet floor underneath her that she was still in the Catacombes.

Portilia slowly opend her eyes, everything was almost impossible to see, but she could make out a figure above her, This must have been ther person who saved her, But who was he, her eyes had still not adjusted, she could just make out the figure moving about abit.

The figure moved closer and she could feel him putting his arm underneath her and lifting her up.


Portilia had no time to think befor she fell into darkness again