The_Madgod
LordLlamahat
The wound on Sal-Dus's leg began to pulse slowly, heavign up and down, as the healing magic flowed into it. The bite continued to fester, unable to move any farthjer, but definitely spreading around the alloted area, which grew as the magic stores of Sal-Dus's healer ran out. Meanwhile, inside the wound, there was a battleground of platelettes, blood cells and the virus. The only way one would be able to see it is if they somehow acquired the wondrous Dwemer invention known as the microscope. Alas, only one was known to exist on the surface, and it is highly doubtful that the high-chief of Orsinium would hand it over to a group of Meridia-worshipping undead hunters. Yet, the battle raged on, regardless of whether or not any outside viewers could see the carnage.
A white blood cell travelled along it's normal route, propelled by the clear liquid surrounding it. The blood cell was surrounded by others of it's kind, as well as red blood cells and platelettes. There were more than usual, amny being pushed into one another. A path was pushed open by the cell, who was nearing mitosis and so was large rthan many others. Soon, it reached a clot. This clot was not made of cholestoral, though. It was made of dead cells. For some reason, platelettes appeared to be trying to scab over the cells, which would not dissolve into their base components, as they should. Instead, the cells appeared to be sticckign to the walls of that particular artery, with platelettes sticking on top of them. The white blood cell was pushed through the small opening by the current and other cells. Once past this barrier, the cell continued on it's way, joined by very few other blood cells, and absolutely no platelettes. A giant, gushing wound loomed before them, covered with many foreign cells, which were quikcly spreading in an almost organized fashion.
The nucleolus of the white blood cell sent a chemical messenge to prepare to attack the invaders, as was normal cell protocol. The cell did. It continued on it's way, slow, steady and ready to fight. A red blood cell was quikcly killed, sinking to the bottom just like the ones that had blocked the path earlier. A couple of smaller vessels and veins were being blocked off by the invaders and the carcasses of other cells, all of which refused to break down. The white blood cell attacked an invader, engulfing it. Then another. This attracted the attention of others. The nucleus of the white blood cell would be unable to see the pattern, but these invaders were obviously organized, as if they were man-made constructs, designed to invade a person's body. The major group by the wound split off into three smaller groups, attacking the various invading cells.
Right about then the mitosis process finished. There was now another white blood cell. But, right about then another cell was killed. The clot was finally completely filled with platelettes, stemming the source of reinforcements, and possibly causing the loss of Sal-Dus Eliki's leg. The battle raged on. Eventually, the invaders won out, their organized and deadly tactics easily trumping the blood cells. The bacteria tried to spread, but was stopped at every corner by some form of magicka. So, for now, they waited, unable to advance. But they would. Oh, they would. This spell couldn't hold forever.
A white blood cell travelled along it's normal route, propelled by the clear liquid surrounding it. The blood cell was surrounded by others of it's kind, as well as red blood cells and platelettes. There were more than usual, amny being pushed into one another. A path was pushed open by the cell, who was nearing mitosis and so was large rthan many others. Soon, it reached a clot. This clot was not made of cholestoral, though. It was made of dead cells. For some reason, platelettes appeared to be trying to scab over the cells, which would not dissolve into their base components, as they should. Instead, the cells appeared to be sticckign to the walls of that particular artery, with platelettes sticking on top of them. The white blood cell was pushed through the small opening by the current and other cells. Once past this barrier, the cell continued on it's way, joined by very few other blood cells, and absolutely no platelettes. A giant, gushing wound loomed before them, covered with many foreign cells, which were quikcly spreading in an almost organized fashion.
The nucleolus of the white blood cell sent a chemical messenge to prepare to attack the invaders, as was normal cell protocol. The cell did. It continued on it's way, slow, steady and ready to fight. A red blood cell was quikcly killed, sinking to the bottom just like the ones that had blocked the path earlier. A couple of smaller vessels and veins were being blocked off by the invaders and the carcasses of other cells, all of which refused to break down. The white blood cell attacked an invader, engulfing it. Then another. This attracted the attention of others. The nucleus of the white blood cell would be unable to see the pattern, but these invaders were obviously organized, as if they were man-made constructs, designed to invade a person's body. The major group by the wound split off into three smaller groups, attacking the various invading cells.
Right about then the mitosis process finished. There was now another white blood cell. But, right about then another cell was killed. The clot was finally completely filled with platelettes, stemming the source of reinforcements, and possibly causing the loss of Sal-Dus Eliki's leg. The battle raged on. Eventually, the invaders won out, their organized and deadly tactics easily trumping the blood cells. The bacteria tried to spread, but was stopped at every corner by some form of magicka. So, for now, they waited, unable to advance. But they would. Oh, they would. This spell couldn't hold forever.