Greetings Sapience, we of Fira Et Lumina have made another attempt at
helping the damned. This time things have gone far better and yet they
still may have failed. Aren was the blooded who the cure was tested on,
though certain parts went well, it seem he is still blooded and may have
lost his mind. I ask of all those who know ailments of the mind to come
forward and assist us in curing Aren. Part of the cure still remains
within him and he has human qualities, we can possibly find the correct
path to curing him if we can bring him back to us. Any thing you can
help with please let myself or any known member of Fira Et Lumina know.
What follows is the cure we tried, please look at this with open minds
and help us discover what flaws we may have made.

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Pythona speaks aloud to those around him, "We are gathered here today to
purify this damned man's body and cleanse his soul. After much research
and tests since our last attempt at a cure, we now understand what needs
to be done."


Searoth nods at Pythona, unfolds his arms, turns to Aren and solemnly
says "Aren Thalion-Ryokus, blood of Nebre'seir, childe of Xanithe
Nebre'seir, do you hereby reject your cursed blood and denounce all that
is vampire? Swearing your eternal oath to Lord Rahn, Dawnbringer?


Aren moves head and raises his eyes and locks gaze with Searoth, slowly
speaking in a violently hushed voice "I took upon this curse blindly,
wishing for a quick resolve to my problems, not fully understanding the
eternal consequences. I now know how first hand the terrible and
atrocious acts performed by myself and others of my kind every night. I
never again wish to use any of the disgusting powers this blood that
flows through my veins." Aren moves his eyes over to Osifer, a slight
smile appears on the corners of his mouth and disappears as he peers
upon Searoth again and continues "I wish to be mortal again, never again
walking in darkness. This I vow."


Searoth solemnly nods his head and places his right hand upon Aren's
shoulder "Good my brother, be strong, may Lord Rahn guide you." Searoth
withdraws his hand, and takes his place behind Aren on his right side,
crossing his arms once again as Pythona takes his place behind Aren on
his left.


Jamie removes the cloth covering a table sitting here, revealing glass
tubes full of elemental ice, jars with plants and organs in them, piles
of gold sovereigns. Pots boiling full of plants you have never seen
before.

Jamie and Rosalind both withdraw some blocks of Elemental Ice from a few
jars and walk over to Aren. Rosalind says to Aren with a warm smile
"Please my brother, stand before us, this is the first step towards
salvation." Jamie's eyes glance back at Searoth and Pythona with a
slight nod to each as Rosalind and Jamie begin to melt the Elemental Ice
upon Aren's torso, arms, legs, arms and head. Nodding at each other,
Rosalind and Jamie both walk back to the table

Rosalind takes a diagram for a vial of the morgun from an herbal
haversack.
Rosalind gets some gold sovereigns from an herbal haversack.
Rosalind puts 200 gold sovereigns in a pot.
Rosalind puts 200 gold sovereigns in a pot.
Rosalind puts a kuzu root in a pot.
Rosalind puts a kuzu root in a pot.
Rosalind puts a valerian leaf in a pot.
Rosalind puts a bellwort flower in a pot.
Rosalind utters a short prayer over the contents of the pot before
setting it carefully on the ground.
Rosalind drops a dusky blue pot of the twilight.
Rosalind begins to quickly rub her hands on the exterior of the oaken
bowl and water begins to pour into the bowl from the sides of the
interior.With a sudden slow pulsing of white light, the liquid and
floating bits of plant matter in the pot combine into a salve of
restoration.
Rosalind picks up a dusky blue pot of the twilight.
Rosalind gives a dusky blue pot of the twilight to Maestro of Rafic,
Seraph Jamie Rafastio.


Jamie furrows his brow in concentration as he peers at the vial, his
eyes glazing over. His entire body freeze's up completely. After a few
moments Jamie swoons and suddenly pales and gasps. Seemingly his mind
being not on this planet, but casting wide upon the Universe as he
Contemplates the mysteries of it. Suddenly Jamie snaps out of his trance
with an enlightened look upon his face. An incantation slips fast his
lips, after his words disappear into the wind, the vial mixes and
changes color rapidly until it finally settles as a vibrant green and
becomes thicker. He hands the vial back to Rosalind as he says "I
pondered the threads of this vial, I have rearranged it's essence. The
numbers never lie."

Rosalind walks briskly over to Aren. Her voice is stern. "The salve is
brewed. Apply it over the area the ice is melted. And be strong, it
might hurt." She extends her arm out towards Aren, the vial within her
grasp.

Aren solemnly nods as he takes the vial. Glancing over at Osifer again
then around at his friends, he pours the contents of the vial upon his
arms, legs, torso and head and begins to rub the salve over his body.
After a few moments, Aren arches his back and emits a guttural groan as
his body begins to shine with a soft glow. The hue fades seconds later
as Aren's skin's takes on a darker tone, wrinkles appear once again upon
his face and flesh.


Pythona and Searoth tense themselves, ready to take control of the
situation just in case anything goes awry.

Aren gasps and coughs as his body is attempting to suck in air, but he
is still controlled by his cursed blood. He begins to double over on the
ground in pain, writhing in agony. His body starts to break into mist
but holds it's physical state.

Osifer gasps in fright as he rushes over to his sons aide, holding his
head in his arms and rocking him back and forth, trying to ease his
pain. Aren sits up, scratching his head in confusion

Aren begins to jerk and shake violently, foaming at the mouth.

Cherub Reborn, Aren Thalion-Ryokus says, "What!! Where am I!?"

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At this point Aren ran off, that day we chased him around the lands as
he ran in the sun, his mind not truly with him. We have since been able
to subdue him and are attempting to cure his mind.

-Pythona Rafastio

Penned by my hand on the 22nd of Lleian, in the year 134 MA.