[ic] nameless I: prologue
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NeuroZombie
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Sadoloth looks up at the Ogre and says, "I have but one more spell of healing available, but alas it is a very weak one. By morning, after I have a chance to pray to the forest spirits, I will be able to heal more, maybe a few more of the wounded. I will help you in any other way I can as I also have some skill in mundane healing."
ooc: I have cure minor wounds available and a Heal skill +6.
FYI, I am heading out to see the B-52's @ universal studios in a few hours and will be gone until tomorrow afternoon. By all means, continue, just have Sadoloth do the silent, healing all that he can, thing.
ooc: I have cure minor wounds available and a Heal skill +6.
FYI, I am heading out to see the B-52's @ universal studios in a few hours and will be gone until tomorrow afternoon. By all means, continue, just have Sadoloth do the silent, healing all that he can, thing.
doghead
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Archer glances down at the goblin beside him. There is no doubt that while badly wounded, it still lives. His fingers curl and uncurl around the handle of the small knife. Then he discretely slips it back into his belt.
"This one still breathes," he announces.
Nate straightens up beside the lone tree in the clearing and wipes his mouth. Not much privacy, but the nearest privacy was a good 40 feet further away. He is all to well aware that the goblins that bore the brunt of his attentions will not be breathing. He spits again in a vain attempt to get the taste of bile out of his mouth, and that seems to clear the fog in his brain a little. The knights armour. He knows about that and how to remove it. He heads over to where the ogre crouches by the knight*, along with Sadolath, and a couple of paces away, Hewik and Bear. Bear and Hewik's dog watch each other intently. As he reaches out to begin unbuckling the breastplate, he realises that there is some vomit on his sleave along with the blood and brain matter.
The ogre returns his attention to Sadolath.
"Yes, save it in case our mundane skills fail us. Help your friend with the knight and I will see to the goblinkin. Shout if you need any assistance."
While his voice still rumbles out of his chest like thunder, it is obvious that he is attempting to keep it down to a level more like yours. He dumps his bag and pulls out a healers kit. grabbing a couple of items, he moves off.
Nate hands shake and his fingers feel thick and numb. For a moment he can't get them to unlatch the buckles. Sadolath arrives just as his fingers fumble and slip, catching on the buckle and drawing blood.
Lisa backs into the tree as the ogre approaches. It stands above Archer and the fallen goblin but looks at her.
"Help me here, then I will see to your wound."
It then crouches beside the fallen goblinkin. Archer could reach out and touch it*.
ooc: * DrZ, let me know if you would rather have Nate do something different.
* Greegan, let me know if Archer does. Just kidding. You can have him move away before the ogre arrives if you want.
"This one still breathes," he announces.
Nate straightens up beside the lone tree in the clearing and wipes his mouth. Not much privacy, but the nearest privacy was a good 40 feet further away. He is all to well aware that the goblins that bore the brunt of his attentions will not be breathing. He spits again in a vain attempt to get the taste of bile out of his mouth, and that seems to clear the fog in his brain a little. The knights armour. He knows about that and how to remove it. He heads over to where the ogre crouches by the knight*, along with Sadolath, and a couple of paces away, Hewik and Bear. Bear and Hewik's dog watch each other intently. As he reaches out to begin unbuckling the breastplate, he realises that there is some vomit on his sleave along with the blood and brain matter.
The ogre returns his attention to Sadolath.
"Yes, save it in case our mundane skills fail us. Help your friend with the knight and I will see to the goblinkin. Shout if you need any assistance."
While his voice still rumbles out of his chest like thunder, it is obvious that he is attempting to keep it down to a level more like yours. He dumps his bag and pulls out a healers kit. grabbing a couple of items, he moves off.
Nate hands shake and his fingers feel thick and numb. For a moment he can't get them to unlatch the buckles. Sadolath arrives just as his fingers fumble and slip, catching on the buckle and drawing blood.
Lisa backs into the tree as the ogre approaches. It stands above Archer and the fallen goblin but looks at her.
"Help me here, then I will see to your wound."
It then crouches beside the fallen goblinkin. Archer could reach out and touch it*.
ooc: * DrZ, let me know if you would rather have Nate do something different.
* Greegan, let me know if Archer does. Just kidding. You can have him move away before the ogre arrives if you want.
Greegan
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Archer stands his ground at the ogres approach...his fingers itch for the handle of his belt knife, but he realizes even if the ogre were hostile, which he apparently was not, the little knife was much better for cutting goblin throats than it would be against this lumbering behemoth.
Pointing at the gob, Archer says "This one...." as he kicks it less-than-hard in the ribs.
Pointing at the gob, Archer says "This one...." as he kicks it less-than-hard in the ribs.
Argent Silvermage
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Oscar does not move from the Knights side. "My Lord Sir knight can the Ogre be trusted?"
doghead
thotd
Greegan said:
The ogre swings a backhand at Archer who manages to leap back just in time. The ogre's eyes blaze with anger and Archer knows it is going to lay some hurt on him.
Then the ogre relaxes with a shake of his head and a sigh.
Not around me little one. I am not always a match for my temper.
And it drops to a crouch beside the goblinkin.
Yes, this one still lives. What is your name?
It takes Archer a moment to realise that the ogre was talking to him.
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Argent Silvermage said:
The knight's eyes are open, but up til now he has shown no recongnition of the world nor made any sound except a few muffled hisses of pain. He slowly turns his head towards where Oscar stands. His voice is weak and raspy.
"I thought that I was going to die in this place. Perhaps I still am.
"I dreamt of a bear that told me that everything smelt like hazelnut. And an ogre that sung hymns. But they are gone now, I think.
"I am not dead am I?"
He is not. Although he is gaunt and his skin pale and papery with exaustion. A man who has not eaten in a long while. And as the armour is removed it is clear that he has fought many battles, and has more wounds than just those sustained today. Oscar notices that the shield he carries bears no crest.
Argent Silvermage
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"No Sir Knight. Unless we both died in this skirmish you are well alive but for how long I cannot say. There is indeed an Ogre and a Bear here but they seem to be healing those injured, even the Goblins. I suspect the Ogre is of the Druidic faith. As for you Sir. I am Oscar of House De Reign. I would just lay still until the boy I sent back to town arives with help. You look half starved. I don't have much in the way to eat but Cook at the estate makes me a wonderful trail mix to snack on while I'm taking a hike. Would you like some and some water?"doghead said:
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