Ohanzee pitches forward as the added pain of the kick subsides and with it the rush of adrenaline, but the purging of this adrenaline and the lingering general pain leaves him on the edge of conciousness until that is the wave of pain induced nausea flows in the wake of the adrenaline Sitting there, he leans forward more one hand on the ground to steady himself and his forehead resting on and the other forearm, his still blue arm at the end of which his blue hand holds tightly the blue gem. There is a pause, a groaning and then his stomach spasms in waves and empties on the ground below his legs.

Henal looks angry as Amara kicks Ohanzee muttering "Not really his fault this time as we were leaving the toad alone".

Then he looks startled as Amara draws her sword and argues with the priestess. He looks round the other Rangers to see their reactions as well, though relief passes across his face as the vingan throws her sword down.

He pats Hoskar on the back as he walks in to centre of the storm, "Good luck."

Recovering a little Ohanzee raises his head from his knees, which he notices for the first time look rough and indeed feel rough to the touch. He frowns in thought trying to work out what has happened to him and as the realisation dawns and Leaper's words finally break through to his thoughts he looks up to see all of the people gathered about.

Apparently oblivious to recent events he looks from face to face noting the strange situation of Amara surrounded by axe wielding Temple guards and picks up on the obvious tension in the air. The young brave looks up at the bat flapping near by You better tell me what happened some time!

Then he notes Hilimaz Mushen standing close "Greetings My Queen. I hope you and your flock are well." and his eyes move to the diminutive Impala Priestess and he echoes Leaper's words "Hello Earthfoot." he glances at his rough skin "You doing? It looks rough... like the Earth. It is fitting." There is perhaps the slightest edge of uncertainly in his voice.

"Thank you for your ministrations, I am in your debt twice over now" he glances at the bat "Though best not to talk of the first time in front of Umbra"

Ohanzee lifts his left hand opening it again to reveal the very large blue gem properly he looks at it and speaks, perhaps in answer to the Priestess's earlier question or perhaps just because he has this to say "Bisud'dha Pani endures. Chaos came but it could not destroy her and it could not corrupt her. She went deep and she stayed pure. So Chaos did the only thing left to it, it trapped her below."

He looks about catching the eyes of all present "Bisud'dha Pani is still here. She endures trapped by Chaos but this is why her pool remains clean. This is why her waters never run dry."

The young brave stands a little unsteadily wincing at the pain in his new skin "I must go to her pool."

Ashfoot Earth Healer stalks over to Amara, barely coming up to the brave's waist, and proceeds to give her a dressing down, which includes the need of respect to her elders, less self importance, the none kicking of injured husbands and the prospect of a weeks cleaning of the temple grounds under the watchful eyes of her four new axe wielding friends. There's a hint of inter tribal dislike going on and an overbearing attitude not helped by her stature.

She has a point though. Priestesses were at the top of their game and to be shown respect and despite their celebrity status the Rangers were still a long way off from standing on equal footing with heads of their cults.

Still the fire eventually cools, helped no doubt by Hoskar's attempts at Harmony which is acknowledged with a nod.

Then she's gone, not giving Amara a chance to speak. Her sword is returned and the Axe sisters follow the Impala Priestess back into the Temple. Not before the old woman gives Ohanzee a big list of what to do and what not to do and that he should be careful with the gem for it was an item of great power and if he'd any sense he'd hand it over to those who knew better. She winked then, knowing full well that there was more chance of Genert rising up here and now, than that happening.


"You are welcome Ohanzee Bluearm. Just try and be more careful. Old Croak is a fearsome beast it seems."

She's interested in what he has to say of the water spirit and agrees that he is on to something there for sure, but that he would be wise not to over exert himself.

"So it has a name and still lives. We suspected as much but could find no trace of her, despite the clean pool.
This might be best left until you have a better understanding of what it is you have." Then seeing that he has made his mind up she departs shaking her head.

With Ohanzee restored again, Salen decides it is a good time to seek out the two new Sun Hawks. He tracks down Sehana and Voras and introduces himself - typically, he eschews tradition in doing so.

"Hi, I'm Salen, welcome to the Wandering Rangers."

Maybe they already knew he was the younger son of Tamarisk Soft Foot, the master hunter, brother to Bull's-Eye Rakas, and direct descendant of Vetash Boar Bane. Maybe they didn't. They could always find out, at some point, if they so chose - it seemed an irrelevance to the Condor at this time, and there would always be opportunities to share later.

For now, a more pressing matter. Salen showed them the small flame-coloured gem, warm to the touch and magical.

"Perhaps you two could cast a bright eye over this gem we picked up on our travels? It looks like an item of Fire. What do you think?"

Umbra flaps close about Ohanzee You look like shit and you can barely stand. Still if you say you are up to it you must be right. After all you're wiser than her, you're never wrong!
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Ohanzee staggers a little and looks towards the Ranger's area, then at the bat and finally turns to the retreating form of the priestess "Thank you for your words of wisdom. I need rest at least and a little more time will not matter after such an age already."

"Ohanzee, you look like you've been dragged along a dry riverbed backwards. Time for you to settle and rest now you escaped being toad bait". Henal says and starts walking back towards the Ranger's area.

"In fact it might be good for all of us to be rested before we have to start learning new magic."

Amara growled at Ohanzee "If you go doing that right now while you're still as injured as you are, I truly will make you wish you'd never been born." her eyes softened "Look....I know you're as eager as I am to see this place restored...just wait until you're better."

Having picked up his kit in all humility, Hoskar has been doing his best to seem inconspicuous as the situation eases. Don't push your luck, man.

Shaking his head ruefully, he finally murmurs Yes. We care. Rest and healing. Something to smoke, perhaps Ohanzee? Won't help, but might make you care less about the pain?

"Something to smoke. Got any of that foreign weed, it was strong." he says as he walks slowly towards the Ranger's area.

Amara watched Ohanzee struggle with moving, her eyes darkly watching Ohanzee with conflicted emotions, given the severe dressing down the Eirithan priestess had given her. . She bit her lip, chewing on it as she thought for a minute before asking "Do you need any help?"

Ohanzee doesn't look back but answers "Thank you but no, it's still sensitive to be touched."

He walks behind the others listening to them with a big grin on his face, Everything is back to normal. He walks a bit faster to catch up with Ohanzee, "Cheer up," he pats him on the shoulder, "at least you didn't die and your arms still blue."

Amara felt a pang of pain, knowing Ohanzee didn't want her around. She deserved it, but she thought he'd know she had his best interests at heart. Still chewing on her lip, she decided to leave him be. If he wanted her to be around, he would let her know.

Amara watched Ohanzee and Melock leave, hoping that neither would do anything stupid, but realising that together, the chances of that happening would be low. Resigning herself to another day of being on her own, Amara left looking for some place to be by herself so she wouldn't disturb anyone.

Voras and Sehana see that the gem in Salen's hand does in fact look like a small flame, trick of the light or part of the magical effect of the item?

Smiling sympathetically, Hoskar nods. Coming right up. Think I can do you a mix of that and tobakeh that will leave thyings drowsy but not totally absent. He lowers his voice just in case you need to do any more dodging.

At a brisk pace, he heads off to blend a blend; returning soon with a pipeful which he hopes will see his comrade right...or at least less conscious of hurt.

The gem seems familiar to Voras as he inspects it, so he asks Salen to allow him to inspect it more closely.  Examining it from several angles, feeling the heat, and observing the twisting paths of the light through the gem and the flame inside, he feels confident enough in his conclusion to share.

"This is an eye of Genert's companion Yamsur.  I'm unsure exactly what it does, but I remember images of those with a flaming third eye on their foreheads.  Perhaps someone else might know more?"

"I've heard of the Eyes of Yamsur, though they were legend though" answers Leaper coming closer to look. "Magic crystals made from his blood. Rare as a hot day in Storm Season."

The gem...Crystal...Flares in Voras' hand, reacting to his strength in the Rune of Sky/Fire.

When the crystal flares to life in Voras' hand Salen's eyes momentarily widen in surprise, and he smiles.

"Whatever it does it clearly recognises a kindred soul! Why don't you hang on to it? It may be far more potent in the hands of a Sun Hawk than any of the rest of us."

Ohanzee glances sideways a quizzical look on his face "Cheer up? Why do you say that? Bisud'dha Pani endures so why would you think I need cheering up?"

Accepting the pipe from Hoskar he smokes deeply to dull the pain.

He shrugs, "just if it'd been me that had been inside a giant toad and had most of my skin burnt off, I probably wouldn't be too happy."

"I thank you.  Hopefully I can soon learn exactly what it does."

Voras nestles the crystal carefully in his belt pouch.