Heroes, Inc. : Rasheman

[DM_Matt]

The ride back is quiet and lonely. Whether we travel in a group or separately, everyone is lost in their own thoughts.

As is his nature, Timrin's first order of business is to check in with Fin to get a run down on the status of the battle, the company and the ship. He will then find Devan in the infirmary and get his assessment. Only then will he allow himself to pursue his personal tasks and find Maggie.

She is unconscious and feverish, her body spasming in pain. Sighing helplessly he takes a moment to wash the blood and grime from his hands and face. He grabs a cool wet towel from one of the attendants and places it gently on her forehead.

"Maggie, I'm here", he says gently, "How do you feel?"

A groan is her only reply and he is unsure if she is even aware of his presense. He continues to lave her forehead with the damp cloth as he toys with the vial in his pouch. He seems to arrive at some internal decision as he slowly pulls out one of the vials and holds it up before his eyes. He breathes a silent prayer to Helm and Mystra before putting it to Maggie's lips and allows a few drops of the vibrant blue liquid to drip out.

The calming effect is immediate. Maggie's spasming ceases and her fevered body collapses into a deep healing sleep. He sits silently with her holding her hand for quite a while before finding himself nodding off. He persists for few more minutes but ultimately knows he needs to rest.

He rises, kisses her gently on the forehead, then turns her back over into the care of the infirmary staff.

"Send someone to find me if she wakens. If the spasms return, give her a few more drops of this <pointing to the vial>."

Timrin then heads off to find a bath and then bed. Tomorrow will not be easy.

As Timrin gets up to leave, Maggie opens her eyes a little "Hey..."

 

[frostrune]

As Timrin gets up to leave, Maggie opens her eyes a little "Hey..."

Timrin returns to her side. "Hey, yourself", he quietly replies. "How do you feel?"

He realizes the question is foolish and awaits the sarcastic reply.

 

[DM_Matt]

Timrin returns to her side. "Hey, yourself", he quietly replies. "How do you feel?"

He realizes the question is foolish and awaits the sarcastic reply.

"kinda...sparkly," she says hazily. "Did we win?"

 

[Falkus]

Dyria retired to a private area of the ship once they returned. The argument back at the city had shaken her somewhat. For the first time in a long time, she had realized that there was something more valuable in her life than killing slavers and their associates.

OOC: Sorry about my slow posting, but work has been giving me a hell of a headache lately. They keep moving new people on and off my team, yet they still expect us to quadruple our standard output, backing it up with thinly veiled threats of termination. As a result, most of my attention has been reserved for the games I run. I'll try to pick it up once my situation calm down somewhat.

 

[DM_Matt]

"I too will pass on the festivities. Kayla needs me by her side, and I need to bring Lord Oberon's gift to her. However, we needs to come back soon, and organize our allicance against the forces of evil. If Rasheman openly joins forces with us, maybe Silverymoon will be open to doing the same. The Rashemi are now my kin and I will do all that I can to influence them - tomorrow, with Kayla at my side."

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DM_Matt, I've been thinking about something: would it be possible/appropriate to swap Barnak for Kayla a cohort? If things keep moving the way they have, Murdoch will marry Kayla, and what a great way to justify having a cohort.

Of course, Barnak is powerful (and the munchkin in me hates letting him go!), but I like the concept of marrying Kayla: secure Murdoch's connection with Rasheman (since he's one of the liberators, and possibly Oberon's kin, he surely has influence over the Rashemi - could he possibly lead them?), have a closer connection with fey magic and besides, she's hot

Since Barnak got killed and brought back from the dead, having him leave the Hidden Shield is understandable.
Any thoughts?
Thanks and cheers,

SG
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I'll think about the cohort thing. Of course, its still possible for Kayla to stay an NPC and still be Murdoch's wife.
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[frostrune]

"kinda...sparkly," she says hazily. "Did we win?"

Timrin smiles kindly and hands her a cup of water.

"Yeah. Yeah, we won. Mulsantir is free." The lack of enthusiasm with which he says it would not have fooled Maggie were she completely coherent.

"We all staggered out of it, though Kayla is in pretty rough shape. Devan is a bit concerned."

"The ship has taken a beating but Alethia and Naverone somehow merged a banesword with the mythal-thing to keep it afloat. I'm sure you'll have lots of questions to ask when you're feeling better."

He reaches for her hand and leans in a bit closer, "You know... I'm not terribly fond of carrying you off the battlefield. You really need to stay out of punching range," he chuckles to himself, thinking he is rather clever.

He sobers quickly and says, "I'm glad you are feeling better but you need your rest.... and quite honestly, so do I. I can't remember when I felt this tired."

He rises to leave. "Sleep well Maggie. I'll see you in the morning."

 

[kirinke]

ooc:
Editted out....

 

[Hawkeye]

OOC: Very busy week for me. Its the last week before I make my application for school on Monday, so I am taking time to make sure that everything is as complete as it can be. I hope to update things a bit more tomorrow or Sat.

IC: Shando and Sarah spend the night tending to the wounded and dying as best they can.

Hawkeye

 

[DM_Matt]

Timrin smiles kindly and hands her a cup of water.

"Yeah. Yeah, we won. Mulsantir is free." The lack of enthusiasm with which he says it would not have fooled Maggie were she completely coherent.

"We all staggered out of it, though Kayla is in pretty rough shape. Devan is a bit concerned."

"The ship has taken a beating but Alethia and Naverone somehow merged a banesword with the mythal-thing to keep it afloat. I'm sure you'll have lots of questions to ask when you're feeling better."

He reaches for her hand and leans in a bit closer, "You know... I'm not terribly fond of carrying you off the battlefield. You really need to stay out of punching range," he chuckles to himself, thinking he is rather clever.

He sobers quickly and says, "I'm glad you are feeling better but you need your rest.... and quite honestly, so do I. I can't remember when I felt this tired."

He rises to leave. "Sleep well Maggie. I'll see you in the morning."

Maggie needs help finding her mouth with the cup.

"Sorry...I thought I could handle it...wasn't gunna let you go down there without my help..."

 

[frostrune]

Maggie needs help finding her mouth with the cup.

"Sorry...I thought I could handle it...wasn't gunna let you go down there without my help..."

Timrin laughs gently. "It's just a joke. We all know you can handle it and your knowledge is irreplacable. Just that... you've got to think to your defense a bit more."

"And...," as his tone turns more serious, "no more nonsense with this kalara root, or whatever the heck it is called. Your greatest value is not in raw blasting power. You know that. You were not promoted to Lt. Commander for making bad decisions," he finishes with a smile.

"Rest now, Maggie. Tomorrow promises to be a long and difficult day," he says wearily; the dread of the confrontation ahead rising to the surface.

"I'm glad you're feeling better. I'll see you in the morning."

Unless she protests further he will take his leave and head for a bath and bed.