A portal appears in a random spot, and out steps Crailek. He looks around at his surroundings with a smile, looking to see where he was.

Turns to him, ignoring the creature now and the ruined lighthouse. The cold wind blowing ashes across the tundra that was once utopia. Hello crailek, I apologize for the state of my realm. It seems that ages under the sea has made it into quite the wasteland, but on to deeper matters. I ... I have this still. I ... barely remember the things that passed, but I hoped perhaps ... you could refresh my mind, although my heart needs no reminders. He holds up the engagement ring.

(wow this is intensely awesome)

Cold wind blew through the Islands, and rain started to softly fall.

((I can never tell when you are being sarcastic, Nat...))
Crailek smiles at Foun, then clasps his hands in his own. "It has certainly been a long time. I still remember that passion. Things have definitely changed, but I do still love you." He looks into Foun's eyes, and his own held nothing but those same expressed feelings. He was silent for the moment after that bit, though.

So was foun, but not for long he clasps crailek's lips with his own and then stepping away he smiles. We have little time and we will renew our vows for each other soon, but we need water and other things to heal you in the sand city. Turning to the one person he believed to be one of his own. Hurry quick as the wind go to my people if you know where they are get water and anything of healing attribute that may still lie in this realm and return to me. Quickly now!

The creature responded silently, disappearing into the shadows.. it was uncertain as to whether or not it actually understood Foun's command.

He turns back to crailek, I need a way to save you, but I can't think. I don't know any healing magic and I don't have anything that could really help you to be honest. Perhaps teleport you to a shaded area or even a medical center in the city. That's the only things I can think of.

Crailek shrugs. "I currently have no knowledge of myself there. I don't know what is needed to help, and I am unsure if I am even able to dismiss that self. I will try, though. Perhaps that will fix the problem."

Crailek felt a slight fluttering in his stomach, as some form of temperol paradox hit him, and he was suddenly thirsty. Very, very thirsty..

Everything went black. He collapsed.

As Foun, it is presumed, rushed to help the God of Magiscience realised that he'd lost his arm..

Foun growls, such was the way of things. He remembered losing his arm before and a minor amount of amusement happens to hit him as he in his mind of course gives a comment. So it is you, still here master divine I remember when you wrote upon my arm your name in my first death here. Making sure that I play by the rules I presume? Making sure all goes as it should. He focuses the aura of the heart hoping that his people would not be too slow.

They soon returned, bearing water and dried healing herbs. They were silent, empty, and many of the herbs were dead..

He did the best he could giving crailek the water and then asking them how to use the herbs if they knew of how they worked if it was safe to ingest them or not. He does this well mashing the herbs together with a stones and keeping the meshed up if oily form in a container. He kept the dead seperate from the living and also made one that was a mixture of both. He also asks them to find maggots if they could.

Anik appeared here and heads toward the two divinities, he doesn't run nor lolly gag, but he does proceed semi quickly.

When and if he see Crailek he well touch him to try and Repair him, his healing power was very minor... but still it was better than nothing. "He needs a transfusion... I can connect your artery to his if you want. It will hurt like hell... but you'll share blood, and since he had less, it will generally go one way meaning you'll both even out around stable."

Foun nods, Anything I need to do for him, I'm willing. He also gets an idea, You! He points to one of the people who have come, Could you shape yourself as an arm?

Anik thinks for a moment and after seeing Foun's idea. "No lets focus on saving, then repairing, I can make his a better one anyway." He grabbed Foun's arm. "Alright if you say anything, then anything quickly it is. You need to relax your arm." He grabs his knife out of its sheath, a hunting knife sharp enough to split a hair longways. He then has Foun hold out his hand brings the knife up and then with a single swing, Foun's hand is cut clean (so clean it takes a second for it to register. He quickly brings the stump of the hand and puts it to the bloody shoulder stump. "Lie down next to him."

Foun would feel something like a tingle though his arm as Anik's power flowed into it, then suddenly the tingle turned to excrusiationg pain as Anik concentrated on moving the arteries in Foun's arm to match the veins of Craileks shoulder, which he only studied with his senses but didn't move. Once they were a match he would connect them, allowing the blood from the Foun's hand move into the veins of Crailek. "Alright, still needs some touch-ups, and this is only temporary." He then went back into the connection and began to trasfuse the tissue and skin together. "I need both of you to lie down for a while while. The combination of trasfusion and normal speedy god healing will take its course. But I'll take another look inside Crailek to make sure there isn't anything bad inside."

He used his powers to look deep inside Craileks body to find out what other things might be wrong with him.

Crailek had been struck with a Blade of the Invocation; he was placed under some mystical curse.

The operation hurt like hell. If Foun and Crailek remained still for about five hours, however, it would be complete.

"He's been cursed... that's not good. I'll see what I can do." He began to consider an abjuration or other spell that might remove the curse.

He did anything that was necessary although he may too need attention soon. He was willing to wait though hold off the paradox until this was finished.

Crailek does the obvious thing a God of Shadows with an arm missing, with another god's hand in the stump to stop the bleeding would do.
Which, by the way, is not much at all.

Anik did know know enough about abjuration and the nature of such curses to remove the thing; hell, he isn't even certain what such a curse might do.

Anik waits on the two of them using repair when needed on the connection to keep them connected. He waits quite a long time, and with Foun's helps gets his people to get them water and food for Foun. "I know you don't need it, but actually having input of raw materials decreases the amount of divine power you body needs to maintain itself." He waits the hours needed tending to them until Crailek regains consciousness. "Hey Crailek, now I'm no god of healing, but I patched you up just enough for you to pull through."

It was done.

Foun felt weak - Crailek was still in absolute agony - but it was done, and Crailek was healed.

Anik went over to their connection and then instead of just cutting he used his power to first go in and cause the nerves around the area to be disconnected, then he began detaching the area where Foun's forearm connected to Crailek's shoulder sub. Once everyone was back to themselves he picked up Foun's hand, which by this point was pretty pale, though nowhere near rotted. "Alright reconnecting it would only have about a 20% chance with a mortal, but since your a god... who knows." He then reattached the hand, it would have been really easy to reconnect if he hadn't messed with it to attach it to Crailek, it was a pretty clean cut. "Now bed-rest both of you, there's not much else I can do now, I'm no healer, I'm a craftsmen. Now then, I do have things to do so I'll have to talk to you later. You can always come see me in the library in the new Valley."

He then leaves for his realm.

Reiuji appears here, hoping that this time she'd get more than a cold reception.