City of Orussus, The Red Dragon Inn VIII

[Patlin]

Not finding any immediate threat, Ironwolf returns to the inn and sheathes his blade. He gives the bouncer toward the back of the inn a polite nod and shows that his hands are now enmpty.

Turning to the young Katara, Ironwolf gets down on one knee to adress him more on his level.

"What happened out there, boy? Are you allright?"

 

[gogo_jerrick]

Japheth rushes out of the inn, following behind Ironwolf. He bares his shortsword and arrives at the scene outside. With a look of disgust, he turns his attention from the gore and scans the crowd and streets to spot anyone that looks to have been involved.

Looking at the crowd surrounding the pile, it seems the only ones involved were the katara and the orc. The crowd mainly consists of spectators and healers.

 

[gogo_jerrick]

Not finding any immediate threat, Ironwolf returns to the inn and sheathes his blade. He gives the bouncer toward the back of the inn a polite nod and shows that his hands are now enmpty.

Turning to the young Katara, Ironwolf gets down on one knee to adress him more on his level.

"What happened out there, boy? Are you allright?"

Hearing any voice other than the orcs, Ironwolf brings the katara back into conciousness. He opens his eyes and gives them a moment to focus, a look of terror and pain spread across the child's face. "He killed my family.....HE KILLED MY FAMILY!" He immediately starts to cry, holding his wounded shoulder as the tears wash the dried blood away from his eyes.

[sblock=Knowledge (Psionics) 10+] From the scene outside, the bloodied dead orc, the swelling and the blood found about the young katara's head, it can be assumed that this was a Wilder's first surge.[sblock=Knowledge (Psionics) 16+]The power used seems to be one of a telepath.[/sblock][/sblock]

 

[Bront]

Vanitri runs out, "Sorry I'm a little slow on the draw. What happened?"

 

[ajanders]

As Ironwolf looks out he sees two small katara lying dismembered on the ground, next to a large orc, lying on his back, bleeding from his eyes and ears. A small crowd is gathering around the bodies, while a local cleric leans over the two katara and shakes his head.

As Michael looks over the child, he notices while the wound does not look fatal, the child's head seems enlarged and he is bleeding slightly from his eyes. He is also unconcious.

(OOC Note: What is a katara, anyway? Neither Michael nor I have ever heard of these things...and Michael will be very cross if he finds out this thing is the LEW version of a tiefling later.)
There are swordsmen who spend an hour a day practicing ways to draw their sword. Left-handed, right-handed, over the shoulder, sitting down, on horseback, standing on one foot...it's all a part of their discipline.
Michael does much the same thing with his medical bag. In adventuring circles, this is considered much less impressive than sword drawing. In the circles of people around a small bleeding katara, however, it's more useful.
As Michael finishes his knee-slide across the ground, he JERKS the strap at the top of his bag. It falls open like a flower, revealing everything a healer could possibly need for human and animal problems, with extra sections for a few special complaints common to dwarves, elves, and gnomes.
Michael blinks for a moment as he realizes the being in front of him is none of those.
"Well."
After a few seconds he reverts to the basics.
Breathing, good.
Heart...well, it was about where the heart ought to be, good.
Wound...oh dear.
Bloody, like most head wounds, but not bad.
But the bleeding from the eyes and the swelling of the head -- that means bleeding inside his head, most likely, which leads to madness and death. In humans anyway, barring trephination.
Or other alternatives.
Michael delicately attempts to pry the being's eyes open to see if the pupils are different sizes, then decides to go straight to the other alternatives.
He gently detaches the gray and black speckled stone he wears about his neck and tucks it into the palm of his hand, where it nestles with the ease of long practice.
Laying the stone and his hand on the being, Michael closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, and releases it.
As the last bit of air leaves his lungs, Sela is with him.
It is well?.
It is well.
Michael speaks a Word inwardly, bowing his head in reverence, and channels Sela's power into the being.
Hold back the tide.
Michael opens his eyes as Her presence fades, and he and the child draw breath together.

(OOC note the second: Congratulations! You've just been the target of my first spell cast as a second level cleric! You have just recieved 1d8+2 points of positive energy healing, which should leave you in fine fettle. If you're undead, of course, I've probably blown your head off. You tell me.)

 

[Rystil Arden]

(OOC: A Katara is a demonic race spawned in the Abyss and...no, not really. Think Halfling + Catfolk)

 

[ajanders]

Hearing any voice other than the orcs, Ironwolf brings the katara back into conciousness. He opens his eyes and gives them a moment to focus, a look of terror and pain spread across the child's face. "He killed my family.....HE KILLED MY FAMILY!" He immediately starts to cry, holding his wounded shoulder as the tears wash the dried blood away from his eyes.

Michael gathers the katara into his arms and rocks him gently, humming a small tune often used to soothe goats where he grew up.
Michael being unable to carry a tune in a bucket, the tune sounds as if it is being sung by a goat to soothe other goats, but there is soothing.
(OOC Note: Please don't tell me katara have quills...it's just going to make me depressed. Diplomacy check to get the katara to a point where he can speak coherently: taking 10 to avoid die rolls. 10+6=16)

 

[orsal]

(OOC: A Katara is a demonic race spawned in the Abyss and...no, not really. Think Halfling + Catfolk)

Or better, read about them yourself. And if Michael hasn't heard of them, he's typical.

 

[Bront]

"Ros, perhaps you could sing something a bit better so Michael can concentrate on this poor man here?" Vanitri asks.

OOC: Yes, the Kitara are my fault, but they've been around for a bit, made an apperance in Festival, and apparently have several people pondering them. I'd have made one if the were around before I created my 3rd. But Michael probably still doesn't know much about them, nor do most people at the moment.

Ajanders, might I request that you put in a line break or two in occasionaly? It breaks thoughts up a bit more, makes things easy to follow. Just a personal request

 

[gogo_jerrick]

Setis Froc, EN World katara wilder

After opening his eyes, the small katara looks up to see the good man Michael. To his amazement the pain felt in his shoulder is gone, but the pressure in his head continues. Whatever tension there was, was relieved by Michaels off-tune, but soothing hum. After listening to the tune for a bit he begins to hum it himself, and the swell starts to discipate. He sits up, dries his eyes, and states very quitely, "Thank you." He looks around to see everyone looking in his direction. He leans over and whispers into Michael's ear, "Can I get away from all these people?" He stands, and with his head looking at his feet, walks to the darkest corner of the bar he can find. He tells Michael of what happened, and asks him to relay what he has said to the others, he doesn't wish to draw any more attention to himself.

(OOC: Michael and whoever he tells know of Setis' story)