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Post by Netreemic on Nov 15, 2009 20:16:45 GMT -6
Unti walked quickly, but as smoothly as he could to reduce jostling the woman. The rain was abating, somewhat, not that it was going to make much difference to the wounded. They were already soaked as is. He shot a glance over his shoulder, double checking the blind man. He seemed to be coping decently with the added weight, but the Ikana couldn’t tell what was his blood, that of his fellows, and just soaked clothing. He probably shouldn’t be using the man as a packhorse and the man was probably wounded…somewhere. But Unti knew if he had tried to carry both, the woman would definitely die. But if he wasn’t careful, he’d lose both men.
“It’s just a bit further.” He kept up his pace, scanning the horizon for the high walls…or more skeletons. The most he noticed was the man’s hesitant steps. “It’s mostly just grass you know. Rolling hills. I promise I’m not going to crash you into a rock wall or something.” He continued up the slope. “So, where were you going? I hear Lake Hylia is nice this time of year…” He really had. Most of the townfolk yattered about how much they wish they had time to go for a dip at the lake, but it was too far to pull of a quick day trip. “Though, I suppose that is of little interest at the moment.” He petered off. He knew it was important to keep his fellow soldiers talking when they were wounded to keep their focus and to waylay anxiety, but he honestly didn’t have any connection to these Hylians. Their world was strange. Bright days for dancing and a field full of skeletons at night. At least in his home, it was skeletons all the time. Not to mention he had never had to deal with a blind man before. Would it help him to talk or did that get in the way of him hearing important hints to understand the environment around him? Should he even bother asking questions of a man who needs his breath to stay calm and survive the rigors of walking (possibly wounded) and carrying another man?
Topping the hill, he noticed they had gotten a little off course and had drifted to the left. “We’re turning a little to the right. It’s a shallow slope down, but we’re almost there.”
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Post by Ryugexu on Nov 16, 2009 1:04:49 GMT -6
Reville concentrated on the man's voice. It was much easier to notice and follow rather than footsteps during a storm.
Reville hated being trapped and here he was stuck trusting in a total stranger. After all, he was used to distrusting strangers as most of them would harm him or kidnap him for randsom rather than help him. But, he reminded himself, he had no choice. There was no way of running or hiding from this situation. This was much more serious than anything he'd ever experienced. Listening to guidance for direction as well as attempting conversation... seemed like a good idea. Reville could feel that though his savior was unsure about something, that his savior must have been some sort of commander or leader. Whatever the case, Reville figured that he may as well try to keep talking, as perhaps it would help distract him from his fears... also, he knew, if he could keep the man talking, then he could walk faster by being more certain of direction.
"I was planning on..." he took a breath, trying to calm himself down, "going to the Lake in a few days with my cousin.. she lives in the main city of these lands."
Perhaps an antisocial rich boy could benefit from this oddly casual conversation dispite the circumstances.
"It seems the ... the weather is bad for visiting the lake though."
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Post by Netreemic on Jan 14, 2010 16:59:20 GMT -6
Unti had the strangest urge to laugh. It was utterly unreasonable, but the man’s statement had been nothing short of ridiculous. His head twitched to the side when he heard a distant howl, but he didn’t see any other gleaming eyes. Focusing again on the approaching dark blob that was the ranch, he thought over the response suddenly growing worried. Was the man still in his right mind? Had shock settled in? Was that blood loss talking? Questions questions questions…Worst of all…
Did he even know how to help these people? It had been how many years…decades since he had to perform care on a living body with its easily destroyed flesh and delicate veins. Jaw rattling as he shook his head, he settled his thoughts. He would do it. He knew anatomy, how to strike a Garo a fatal blow even through their billowing robes, metal seeking precious targets.
That is, if Hylian organs weren’t placed differently.
“Gehehhh…” He couldn’t hold back a dark chuckle, brittle and sharp. The woman in his arms made a small noise, unconscious mind linking it with the cackling glee of her attackers. “No,” he filled in with ease, “not the weather for visiting the lake.” More for the graveyard. Most likely where the woman would end up. Inevitably where they would all end. His head tilted to the side, the whispers in the darkness drifting closer.
He snarled, clearing the tantalizing smoke from his mind. “Nor is night the opportune time to travel. Did not realize just how idiotic your kind can be. Risking life for day at beach, make profit by racing time, clinging to property.” He snapped his jaws tight against further words. He was attacking the blind man with rage he felt only for himself, for his current weakness and past failures. Displacement of anger was not going to save this woman where he failed in the past. “I apologize. This situation is stressing.” Squinting, he saw tiny twin pinpricks of gold in front of the craggy path. “Almost there.”
[o.o apologies from me as well…I fail at timeliness]
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Post by Ryugexu on Jan 16, 2010 18:11:49 GMT -6
"We got a little too comfortable I guess. We'd been traveling for several days." Reville said, referring to why they were still traveling at night. "My visit was meant to be more than just pleasure, but I guess visiting the Lake was something I look forward to." He felt embarrassed like the man was akin to his mother, lecturing him about what he should and shouldn't be doing.
At hearing they were close to a safe and hopefully warm place, Reville did his best to not slow down now.
"Almost there...?" he commented. "I can't wait... I'm sure these two can't either."
For once, Reville's stubborn nature was helping him. He refused to fall or give up on the servant's life, and he was starting to refuse showing weakness in-front of his savior. After all, the feeling of the 'commander' was strong and he also began to understand that his savior wasn't alive by how Unti spoke without breath. It wasn't exactly the most comforting feeling- for all he knew, he could be leading the three into some demon's stronghold that simply had a human voice! ...He tried to push that thought out of his mind quickly, though he couldn't help but have more questions about Unti. Perhaps, Reville knew, if he could keep his savior talking, he'd learn more.
"I'm Reville.... you are?" he asked, trying to continue conversation.
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Post by Netreemic on Jan 19, 2010 23:27:04 GMT -6
“Unti du Ilorbo.” He toed a rock out of his way, sending it skittering sideways through the grass. A few birds nesting in the deeper grass rose with a screech, invisible in the night. “I would offer the name of the merchant about to be yelling very irately, but I fear I never actually asked his name.” Sadly, especially seeing how the deku had more moral fiber than most. Unti couldn’t name many who would sit in the rain keeping watch. Though, the little merchant most likely was concerned mostly for his wares. Which Unti had failed to retrieve. He would just have to deal.
“Good merchant!” He hoped to cut off the deku before he could get on the topic of the missing bag. “These people require assistance!”
[Mort! Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey~~~]
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Post by Mort on Jan 20, 2010 10:31:37 GMT -6
[*chomps on proffered breakfast items* luring me in with food...that's just low]
It appeared Unti had multiplied on his little suicide venture. Huffing out a breath, Nied slowly twitched his body back into motion after remaining rooted to the same spot. Hope flared for a moment when he thought the tall foreigner was carrying his bag, but the closer the man came, the more Hylian it looked. The strange figure behind him likewise solidified into two people. His eyes reddened.
“Good merchant.” Good merchant without MERCHANDISE! Oh, he most certainly was going to have words- “These people require assistance!” He crossed his arms. Of course they did. Hylians always needed saving. Though, the tailoring on the other man’s clothing looked quality, maybe some sort of reward would result from this debacle of a night.
“Well, lucky for you then. I already spoke to the owner here and received medical aid…since my medical supplies are free to roam the hills.” Nied turned and quickly pattered back up the path. “C’mon. I can see if the farm girl will help.” He stroked his mustache frantically when the lights around the farmhouse made the damage more apparent. Hylians: so gooey. He shuddered.
“Holy cow turds!” Nied swiveled again and saw the girl standing under an umbrella with a lantern. “I just wanted to check on yah…and Great Goddesses! DAAAAAD MAKE UP THE GUEST ROOM!” She rushed back into the farmhouse. Nied followed behind and held open the door. But they were deluded if they thought they would get him to help with anything else. He shivered again and averted his eyes from the battered folk. Ick.
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Post by Ryugexu on Jan 20, 2010 13:01:45 GMT -6
Reville heard a very strange voice, the 'merchant' he assumed. He could hear irritation in the voice that he seemed to be saving at least for a little while more.
Perhaps monetary repayment would be enough to calm him later.
Reville heard the farm girl panic at the condition of the two nearly dead ones that he and Unti were holding. Reville carefully made his way to the door and felt along the edges with the back of his hands to avoid hurting his female servant on the way in. He noticed that Nied must have been sort of short, as he could hear Nied's position as he passed through the door.
Warm and soft air was in this home. It was definitely a 'home' to someone, probably that girl and her father's. All though his clothes were soaked with rain, mud, and blood, Reville didn't feel the need to shiver now that they were inside. He did worry about his two servants and hoped that they knew that soon help would be there.
Damn it. Why did I never learn healing magic. It would have been SO useful since our holy mage died first.
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Post by ElliBleu on Jan 23, 2010 22:56:06 GMT -6
[*barges in uninvited* HAI GUYS. >3>;;]
Lasohka hadn't heard a thing above the rain pelting heavily into the hood of her cloak, the squelch of mud under Roshan's hooves, and the incessant thunder overhead. But when Roshan's ears, moments ago flattened to his head against the rain, had swiveled forward, pausing mid-step and raising his massive head to sniff the air, the Gerudo knew something was not right. She felt his muscles shake below her legs, uneasiness climbing her spine in uncomfortable paralell to the rainwater dripping down it.
When a stalchild clawed it's way from the dirt beside the path the horse tore into a run, hardly requiring the woman to urge him into it. Her hands rested uncertainly on her bow for a moment before reaching for the glaive strapped to her back. Not that the blade would be much more effective than arrows when the target had to flesh. Reins in one hand and weapon in the other, the Gerudo ushered the horse back towards the skeletal creature.
The blade bounced off it's ribcage, half of one bony curve snapping off but not deterring the monster. "Of course.." she muttered, moodily stiffening her grip on the wooden pole of the glaive. Roshan pranced backwards, snorting his unhappiness with the entire situation. It rattled like-- well, like dry bones-- shuffling forward and chattering in a way that made the woman uneasy and the horse uneasier.
Closer and closer, and before Soka could attempt another swing Roshan pulled up onto his rear legs with a whinny, bringing his hooves down atop the stalchild and leaving a mass of splintered bones in the wet grass. She couldn't help the little helpless chuckle, fondly patting one side of the big brute's neck. "That's one way to go about it, I suppose."
Another bony hand poked it's way skyward from the earth, horse and rider speeding towards the Ranch before a shoulderblade had worked it's way free. She'd stabled with Roshan there dozens of times before, another night couldn't hurt. Especially if said night was one full of restless, violence-inclined skeletons.
By the time she was leading her horse up the slope iunto Lon Lon Ranch, her cloak draped over his head, Lahsoka's usual good humor was long gone. Roshan had refused to pass the bodies, eyes rolling in terror at the smell of blood and bone and death. The stalshildren were keeping their distance for now, at least. Whatever had happened had scared them enough to hold them at bay for the moment. She'd tossed her cloak over his head to hide the carnage, leading him off on foot.
Even late at night she'd always been greeted immediately, hospitality extended to any traveler and steed. The lack of a greeting was disturbing, especially after the scene in the field. Nickering softly, probably smelling the horses nearby in the stable, Roshan shok the cloak from his head and blinked his wide, dark eyes slowly as the world sprang back into existence. His lady moved towards the familiar stable, but the horse took interest in the noises coming from the farmhouse.
The stable gate was locked when Lahsoka pulled experimentally on the latch, puffing agitatedly under wet bangs. When she turned back to at least free Roshan from the saddle and bags, the horse had curiously ducked his head into the doorway of the farmhouse. "Oi! Roshan, out! No no no!" Nosy beast, always sticking his big head here or there...
When she herself bothered to peer inside, Lahsoka blanched visibly before hastily withdrawing. A handful of people inside, at least two of which were rather traumatically wounded. With newfound urgency she pulled her medical kit from one of the saddlebags, again stepping inside to offer up the contents. She traveled alone, and had to patch herself up on occassion, but the kit was by no means sophisticated. "Bad timing on my part, I see. It's not much- some bandages, desert herbs, a needle and thread. I-If it will help you're welcome to it." she offered to anyone in particular. White teeth clamped onto her lip, hugging herself at the sight of such injuries. "I know some first aid but... I have a horse, should I fetch help from the Castle Town?"
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Post by Mort on Feb 12, 2010 21:27:37 GMT -6
[Hokay so, Mickey and I had a chat and the time frame whacks out to be post-war in the child-timeline (we chose the split timeline theory on the grounds that I’ll take TP over WW and Mic would prefer to avoid the flood and racial issues that ensue). As such, the Imprisoning War is something only princess Zelda knows about. Things seem chipper, but evil is always at work. Oh, and that finally means we are working with Malon and Talon here...couple years older. All other questions are to be directed at Mic. :D]
Malon was visibly relieved with the appearance of Lahsoka. With this chaos, it was steadying to have strong, familiar presence. These new folk, strange and almost frighteningly foreign, added on to the low groans and rancid smell had left her momentarily clueless as to what action to take. Taking a second to calm her nerves, blue eyes snapped open and she leapt to work.
“Take the woman to the quest room. Down hall on the right.” She gestured at the tall, skinny…masked…fellow before clearing off the large wood table. Her father jogged back into the wide entry/dining area and paled at sight. “Dad, help him get the other one on the table.” Talon, clearly still in a bit of a daze, hustled over to the blindman to gently lay the other man out on the table. Gathering up a bucket of water warming over the stove, Malon turned to Lahsoka with a strained smile. “CastleTown will still be closed up for the night, but I would appreciate your help with the woman.” Thinking of propriety and the dying woman’s dignity seemed pointless at the moment, but Malon felt uncomfortable letting the men work on the poor woman. Bucket in one hand, she grabbed some bandage wraps from the storage closet and sped down the hallway.
Coming up behind the lean man as he set the woman on the bed, something unpleasant settled in her gut. Shivering, she brushed it off as empathy. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what the blood soaked blanket over her middle meant. She just hoped all her medical care for the farm animals would be up to par with the demands. “Thanks, now I need you back with the men. Dad’s kinda hopeless in these…well, most situations, and the other guy looked banged up too. And I don’t even know about the deku…” Pulling in a sharp breath, she stemmed her babbling and shifted the man out of the way. You can do this.
Nied, for that matter, was pretty pleased with the Gerudo's appearance as well. Or, with the horse. Eyes glowing brighter, he was beyond delighted when the horse ducked its head in. Arguably, he became a bit less delighted when the rotund man quickly eased over to offer to stable the horse and thus free up the Gerudo’s hands to assist. The rancher seemed rather desperate to do something useful…and farther away from the bleeding people.
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Post by Netreemic on Feb 14, 2010 16:49:22 GMT -6
[Thanks Mortimer… But yep, while money is making me fall behind in Zelda knowledge, I’m all for crazy timelines that TP opened up. Plus, the child timeline has the path to Termina, which means Hyrule has a break somewhere that the alternate can come through (aka my chara). Link goes to Termina, Zelda and the Sages will be dealing with Ganondorf (still haven’t pegged it as occurred or yet to…) and our charas get to play in the slowly changing background~!]
Dutifully taking the woman down the hall, Unti was thankful for the young woman’s assertive actions. The father popped out of the room looking distinctly frazzled and rushed back down the hall. The quest room was lit by the gentle glow of candles and filled with worn, but comfortable objects. Perfect for a few travelers caught in the rain and seeking warmth to ride out the sniffles. Perhaps less than able in dealing with barely contained innards. Setting the woman into the cocoon that was the overly fluffed comforter, Unti shot another critical eye over the prone figure. Ignoring the greatest issue of her lacerated abdomen still beneath its inadequate bandaging, he could see her ankle was cut and swelling where it stuck out from her skirt. Most likely where the stalchild initially grabbed her and yanked her from any precarious safety of a wagon or horseback.
Turning at the sounds of another entering the room, he watched the shiver run through the girl. Clearly the horror of the situation still had a grip on her despite her attempt at control. Which seemed to involve ordering him out of the room. Going still, part of him raged against this girl thinking she know better how then he how to save the woman. He had gotten this far and it would be beneath him not to see it through to the end! Shying away as she inserted herself closer to the bed (he had the misfortune of having forgotten to strap on any extra padding and bare bones under even the thickest clothing had a way of causing panic), the rest couldn’t help but see something to her logic. Re-securing the wrapping around his arm (he hadn’t noticed it rip a wide hole when he moved away from Reville) and running a hand around the rest of his clothing to check for any other incriminating gaps, Unti cast one last glance at the woman before ducking back out of the room.
Back in the dining area, he really didn’t know what to make of the situation. Most of the able bodies where busying themselves with the horse. Seeing the closet still open, he quickly dug out some heavy blankets. “Wrap this tight,” he lowered the blanket around Reville’s shoulders and directed him to the bench besides the table. “I need to rebandage this man’s leg and you might need to hold on to him if he should wake and react.” Unceremoniously yanking off the man’s soaked top, Unti bundled another blanket under the man’s head. Seeing only minor abrasions and blossoming bruises across the chest, he secured another blanket around his upper body, arms crossed tightly wrapped against his chest. Reducing the ability to flail made people much less able to harm themselves further. Especially with the pain level of these Hylians…he had been expecting more damage given the man’s unconscious state. After dealing with the leg, Unti noted to check for broken ribs. Surely a leg wound alone wouldn’t be able to utterly waylay a man in the prime of his life.
Grabbing the already shredded cloth, he ripped the pantleg apart and away from the hasty bandage. Darting back to the closet, another shelf had a variety of animal car products. Selecting a bottle of liquid he deemed able to clean the wound, a suture pack more qualified for thick hided beasts, and a thin linen roll, Unti felt vaguely prepared. Glancing at the man’s flushed face as he twitched in restless unconsciousness, he unwound the tattered bandage. The rain had kept the blood from caking the fabric to the gouge, but it also hadn’t started clotting. Popping the cork off the bottle, he poured the contents liberally over the wound. Dark red mixed with blue in a rather sickly purple, swirling in the deep cut and the man started awake with a scream.
[100 owo]
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Post by Ryugexu on Feb 16, 2010 14:20:12 GMT -6
((Wow! I just realized this is the biggest/most different people+characters in one rp I've ever been in on a forum! *plays catch-up*))
Reville listened intensely to all that happening around him, doing his best to stay out of the way but to be available if his help could be useful. He nervously did his best to pay attention to every noise going on around him, from the father's disoriented and troubled hurry to the young woman's attempts to control the situation, to that of Unti adjusting his clothes.
Fortunately for him, it wasn't long before his unusual hero put a blanket around his shoulders and began ordering him to help. Even though Reville thought himself above being ordered around, he was secretly glad to be given something to do.
Reville felt along his servant's body to find an undamaged area he could press against should the servant fight the wound being cleaned. He fumbled a bit but did his best to keep out of Unti's way. He listened to the sound of Unti uncorking the bottle and then felt the man's body tense up. Reville flinched at the scream and did his best to prevent his servant from further harming himself.
"Calm down!" Reville ordered as he struggled with the somewhat disoriented servant, "we're safe now but you're hurt. Shut up and let him clean the wounds!"
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Post by ElliBleu on Feb 20, 2010 16:07:07 GMT -6
[[That’s absurdly exciting for me, Ryu. X3 And let me know if I mussed anything up in here and I’ll change it!!]]
Lahsoka swallowed the alarming nausea starting to crawl in her stomach, giving Roshan’s thick neck a fond pat before discarding her riding gloves, moving her pigtails behind her back and twisting them together in a loose plait. “Be good, Shani.” Roshan could be a bit of a brat sometimes, particularily when Soka left him behind, but she knew he’d give Talon no trouble. The man had fed him apples before, after all. The equine wouldn’t even stamp a hoof around him anymore.
She left the saddle, her gear, and reins on her horse, trusting the kindly rancher wouldn’t mind seeing to it for her in light of the current situation. She spared a long, empathetic glance for the all occupants in the first room- the still-standing male in bloodied robes, the other male not faring nearly so well, the Deku eyeing up her horse. A helpless grin flitted on her face for a moment, corners of her mouth reflexively twitching up at the appreciation for her animal. Funny how stress seemed to make casual, habitual reflexes more prominent, like one was subconsciously reaching for something normal and familiar.
Snapping back with a twitch the Gerudo jogged after the other redheaded woman, easily ducking around the masked man making his way back down the hallway to assist with the injured male. Had her arms not been wrapped around her meager medical pack she would have touched his shoulder as he passed to get his attention, instead having to find her shaky voice again. “Take anything you need from my pack or bags- the goods aren’t worth a life lost.”
Within a few seconds Lahsoka was hovering beside Malon, setting her kit within reach but out of the way. The more she looked at the poor woman the less confident she felt. Bracelets and bangles were hurriedly discarded, some clattering to the floor with her haste, pulling a small knife from her sash-like belt. “Best to try and stop the worst bleeding first, right?” Gingerly, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth, she peeled the bloodied blanket away and started cutting through the clothing along the woman’s torso. She didn’t dare try to slip them off, lest the movement and jostling cause further injury.
Her fingers were shaking, slick with a stranger’s blood. Sweet Nayru, there was a lot of blood. “W-we…” a tongue flit out over dry lips, swallowing heavily again and looking unsure at best at the torn flesh beneath her hands. “We need to clean it up as well as we can before setting stitches, or an infection could…” she trailed off. It would be a miracle if the woman lived through the shock and pain and blood loss.
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Post by Netreemic on Mar 6, 2010 23:34:38 GMT -6
Clamping a spindly hand around the jerking leg and pressing his shoulder against the man’s blanket bound torso, Unti marveled at Hylian weakness and cruelty. They couldn’t deal with the pain they expected their wounded animals to endure? Leaning away from the convulsing body, he grabbed the bottle from where he’d dropped it when the man started howling. Glowing green shrinking to pinpricks in concentration, the stalfos attempted to decipher the Hylian text. Speaking was one thing, he hadn’t even learned how to read his own language.
And he was in a room with a blind man. The world was hilarious.
Glancing down at the wound again, he saw that the liquid had at least washed out some of the crap from the wound. Head tilting, however, he placed the illegible bottle aside and picked up one of the floating white chips. He almost dropped it in surprise a second later. Bone fragments. They were definitely not pieces from the stalchildren’s claws broken off during the attack…too new, unweathered, and white. The man’s femur was broken. Shattered most likely.
And whatever chemical he just poured on it hurt more than breaking the strongest bone in your body.
Concentrating on the now bubbling wound, Unti cursed Hylians and their overdeveloped culture with the most colorful Ikana obscenities, not noticing the pained noises stuttering to a gurgle. Why did they create things that could do this to a body? Should it be doing this to a body?!? Suddenly, the jolting convulsions slowed to tremors and full body quivers. Hoping this to be a good sign, he moved from his panicked examination of the wound to glance over at the man’s face. Horrified, Unti jerked back. Wide empty eyes bulged at the ceiling, skin swollen and discolored as bloody foam seeped from his mouth...the man was dead.
Frozen, Unti stared down at the body as silence filled the room.
[mehehehehe]
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Post by Mort on Mar 10, 2010 22:02:29 GMT -6
[*exasperated* Great, thanks buddy. Now I have to keep my Revillebiatch alive. Since it’s so much easier to get over stomach wounds than a stupid leg. WHY DID YOU PICK STOMACH WOUND?!?! I’m going to hunt you down in your sleep Mickey.]
Talon fumbled the keys as he pulled them from his pocket. Caught between his hold on Roshan and the need to unlock the stable, he was surprised when the door started sliding open. With squeaking grunts, the deku leaned heavily into the door and forced it open. Warm dryness ghosted from the barn and chased off the chill and nerve induced shivers. It almost made it possible to ignore the screams coming from his house.
Nied was nearly beside himself from glee. Humming, he stepped in quickly beside the large man as he led the horse into the barn amongst other sleepy whickers of welcome. Hopping onto the wood fencing of the separate stables, his glowing eyes crescented in happiness. He wiggled his fingers in greeting when the darkly coated mare leaned in to whuff at him through the planks. Silently promising to return Nied jumped back down and ambled back towards the bumbling man.
He seemed to be doing a bit better in the familiar element of dealing with a healthy, normal animal. Bridle, saddle, and blankets were draped over stall dividers to dry as the man worked a deft brush against the horse’s flank. Though he was tempted to find someway to join in, Nied couldn’t help but feel that he should leave the man to his work. His wide face was still rather pale against his bushy mustache but every moment loosened a little strain.
And the horse was huge. It hadn’t been so noticeable when only the head had been poking into the house, but faced with the entire beast was an intimidating experience. That, however, did not stop him from appreciating from a distance. Watching the muscles flick against invisible nuisances, his mind considered just how much more merchandise he could work through with such an able companion. It would not be a matter of how much his twiggy legs alone could cart back and forth. And the travel time! It would be so reduced that he would have even greater time to sell without cutting so much into his personal time. Not to mention how many places he could quickly reach…easily spoiled materials would no longer pose a problem. But there was no way he would ever be able to handle such a large horse. Turning back to regard the mare, his happily deluded mind was quite certain she would be much more amiable to his requirements.
Too bad a good share of his merchandise and the highly profitable take for the day was lost to deranged skeletons. Pausing a moment, his leafy head cocked to the side in thought. Unti’s bag… Tugging the door open enough to sneak through again, he grabbed to satchel from where it was half buried in the hay pile. The man had promised to retrieve his merchandise, only reasonable to find sufficient compensation for the failed attempt. Or at least take his candle back. After all, he no longer had rupees as proof of payment. -- Momentarily forced to quell her need to heave, Malon closed her eyes against the bloody sight. Sucking a breath through her teeth, she poured a bowl of still nearly-boiling water and quickly washed her hands. It is just the same as last fall when Earle tried to jump the practice fence. Nodding to Lahsoka’s evaluation Malon eased the woman’s legs into a bent position to reduce the downward tug on muscles and…all the organs. She murmured a word of thanks to the other woman for cleanly removing the clothing. Thank the Goddesses there isn’t any stuck in the wound. Bulbous gray intestines could be seen precariously threatening the surface of the wound but luckily nothing had come spilling out. Yet.
[Honestly, Rielle, I do not know how to deal with this. All I could find was DON’T TOUCH ANYTHING, WRAP IT LIGHTLY, AND GET THE CASUALTY TO A DOCTOR. Any chance we magically move beyond the whole fixing process?]
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Post by Ryugexu on Mar 16, 2010 14:50:22 GMT -6
((I'll take care of time passing if you want. It's in an optional form.))
Reville could feel it- that last moment of the man's life slipped away, and all Reville could do was try to calm him. It was hard to hold the man from hurting himself worse, but it was even harder for Reville when he felt the man stop breathing all together.
Reville's experience as a mage gave him a small glance inside the realm of the invisible... He felt the man's spirit leave for that place.
Reville tried to catch his breath. He was horrified at all that had happened. More than anything, he wanted to be at home right now- safe, warm dry, and free to bitch fit about anything he wanted without serious thoughts bothering him.
He sunk to his knees near the man's body in defeat and blacked out from the anxiety, the adrenaline, and the exhaustion. He would probably wake up some time around noon the next day....
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