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Nov 17, 2019 5:03 PM
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Alright, he goes a first round of patching things up with ice, but starts changing forms to adapt for each job. With carefully controlled fire he can make the stone partially melt on the smaller holes. Some more magic to enforce other things temporarily.

The twenty-meter hole is much trickier, unless there is a suitable quantity of rock around which he can reposition (with ice to move it), he might do something better than what they are doing, but if that's not viable he may just create a wall of ice that's a bit more magically durable and then enforce it to last longer.

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His actions gain him some tired cheers from the people who were patching the walls and guarding the barricades. 

This is a rocky, hilly area, but all the loose stone that may have been around before the fort was built has been smoothed down to the ground to make the approach to the walls less hospitable to enemies. He may just have to go with the ice. 

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Yup, at that point he would want to talk to people about how they want to rebuild the fort, and they might need to make plans first. For now, an ice blue-gray wall works.

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The barricades made redundant for now, the people manning them either move up to the walls or go off to take up some other duty. 

The healers tents are still a hive of activity, and so is the makeshift command center set up in a pavillion on the edge of the camp. With the commander unconscious, healing from her wound, the young man who had been directing earlier is still in charge. Some efforts are being made to salvage anything from the buildings, and recover any bodies still within. Scouts are being sent out to check over the surrounding land, to look for any remaining enemies and hunt for food.

All of these would likely appreciate whatever help he can offer. 

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He is in fact offering help! He can move things around. Including bodies, assuming that isn't forbidden against local custom. He can help with either temperature extreme to help with food. He can probably help with hunting, though he doesn't know local fauna and will be mostly good at one-hit kill game instead of tracking it down.

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They appreciate the help in moving bodies - they mostly move them carefully using magic, so his methods are fine. Once they are set in the field someone will remove a necklace from around the necks of many of the deceased - strings of beads, plain and painted wood and multi-coloured stones and gems alike, presumably of some cultural or religious significance. The bodies with these are all placed together, while the others - a lesser number - are placed seperately. 

Food prep is mostly taken care of - the fort's cooks have this down to an art, and most of them survived the attack, having hidden in a safe room near the kitchens. 

He can be paired with a hunter to do the tracking, assuming he can be somewhat quiet. She can track them down a herd of pale green furred deer with antlers like tangled branches, and together they can take back more than she could alone. 

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Sure, he can bring them venison. She asks how many, and then that many were impaled in ice spears. Pretty quick and painless.

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They'll eat better than they thought they would with the food stores mostly destroyed, then. 

Once all the dead are moved and dinner is consumed, things settle down throughout most of the camp, only the healers tents and the command pavillion still somewhat active. Despite the fact that they won in the end - or, he did, at least - the mood in the camp is quite solemn. At some point, someone starts singing - something mournful, about sleep and fires burning, and the night sky. 

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Zephyrinus does not join the singing, probably would be disrespectful, once there is no more stuff to do he feels restless. And spends the time trying for a new power, mostly to occupy himself.

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Whenever he gets back to the tent, he'll find Ilek awake, sat next to Jaim on his brother's bed. He's singing along quietly, but pauses when Zephyrinus comes in. He taps his lips and holds out his hand - a perhaps slightly confusing request for the runestone. He'd already searched his brother's pouches and not found it there.

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Zephyrinus produces the runestone quietly, and checks over how Jaim is doing.

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Sleeping the sleep of the dead, to all appearances. Also, curled in a crescent around Ilek, with his face stuffed into the teen's side, his hands supporting his head. What little can be seen of his expression is smooth and relaxed in sleep - he actually looks as young as he's supposed to, like this. Just barely out of his teens. 

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Ilek notes the attention on his brother, slipping a hand in his hair, a bit possessive, a bit wary - perhaps unnecessary, but still. He takes the runestone, but remains silent for a moment, trying to put together a polite sentence. 

He quickly gives up, however, "We'd probably be dead without you, you know," he says, bluntly, "Or maybe not, but Jaim would've done something even more stupid than what he did anyway." 

Yes, he knows his brother had used lifeforce to heal him. He's not an idiot. He was too drained to have gotten the mana anywhere else. 

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Zephyrinus archs an eyebrow over the possessiveness, but doesn't openly comment. "I am glad to help."

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Ilek emphatically does not like letting a stranger see Jaim when his guard is this far down. But the captain currently in charge of the fort stuck the three guests in the same tent, so there's no helping that. 

He nods, "The songs will keep going for a while," he says, "I'm going to be singing too. Not loud, but it might make it hard to sleep. Sorry." 

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"No need to apologize. I understand that they are songs of morning?"

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"Yes," he says, "They're traditional - some of them are very old, likely from before mana was sealed, though we think they've changed since then. Those are the formal ones for pyres. Most of these are less so. Formulaic ones, some of them. Personal ones, from those who have lost before, and have the talent."

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"Okay, don't mind me, not about the singing."

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He nods, and turns his attention to listening to the songs beings sung outside. Eventually he starts singing quietly again, his fingers twitching as he suppresses the urge to play along on an imaginary harp. He hopes someone finds his at some point. 

Eventually, he drifts off again. The music continues all through the night, though it grows quieter as time goes on. 

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At some point he changes into his Aestes forms and starts searching for that damned teleportation power.

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Jaim wakes early the next morning, as the light of dawn seeps through the tent walls to shine on the right side of his face. Feeling like something scraped off the bottom of a shoe, he rolls away from Ilek, burying his face in a pillow with a groan. Ilek shifts, but doesn't wake. 

Someone is still singing, outside. He focuses on the voice blearily - no one he recognises. 

He should get up, he knows. Find out who is dead. Collect the beads of any of his elites who fell. Talk to the commander's second, or whichever captain is in charge, if he isn't able. Eat something, at the very least. 

His stomache twists at the thought. 

Sighing, he slowly pushes himself up off the bed, twisting to sit up with his feet on the floor. 

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Zephyrinus happens to be still asleep. Thankfully, with his clothes on.

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He's changed forms again, Jaim notes. He stares over at him blankly, mind stalling for a long moment, and then shakes himself. 

The cure for tiredness: tea. He reaches down for his outer layers of clothes and starts pulling them on so he can go get it. 

Dressed, he stands carefully, ensuring he's recovered enough to walk, to make his way out of the tent. 

The temporary camp is subdued. From the tent entrance flap he can see some guards still watching at the outskirts, and movement still ongoing over by the healers' tents, but the activity at the command pavillion has slowed considerably. The busiest spot in the camp right now is probably the kitchen tent, where the servants are up early preparing for when everyone wakes. This last is his destination. 

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He returns thirty minutes later with his teapot, recovered overnight, a plate of food, and a stack of paperwork. He settles at the small table to work his way through all three. 

This takes him an hour or so, by which time the camp is waking up and the noise level increasing. 

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By that point he has woken up. "Morning?"

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