Middle Earth [TA 2997]: The Phantom of the Northern Marches

[Festy_Dog]

Antroine smiles as he wipes a trickle of blood from his forehead, his blonde hair stained red where he was struck.

"Guess we can get some rest now, eh?" he says, looking somewhat dazedly to his comrades, "Thanks for the help there Valandil, doubt I'd still be standing without it."

 

[Manzanita]

Valandil

"Oh, that was well fought. I am honored to be in the company of such a brave and skillfull company. Come, Arathorn, let us search these bodies and see if we can figure out what these fell beasts are doing here. Oh, and I am a capable healer." Valandil laughs. "Is anyone's wounds worse than mine?"

OOC: He has taken 18 points.

 

[ferretguy]

"Aye 'twas a good battle...perhaps Belegon could use your aid also he is looking a wee bit mangled..." Breor whistles for Grey, and checks her over to see if any of the blood around her body is from herself..."but perhaps we should make use of the fire to be sure that this Troll does not rise again..."

 

[garyh]

"Aye, Breor," Belegon agreed. "My shoulder is not as it should be."

 

[rangerjohn]

"Good Idea." Arathorn says as he sheaths his sword and retrieves his bow. He then moves to examine the bodies for any clues or helpful items.

 

[Festy_Dog]

Antroine stumbles over to the fire, sits himself down and clumsily readies himself a pipe. He sighs with relief as he exhales and some of the pain is dulled.

[ooc: Antroine is at 1/21hp currently]

 

[Manzanita]

Valandil

Valandil will inspect everyone's wounds, using his heal skill if that would help (+9). He can cast three CLWs, which he will do on the most wounded, evidently Antroine, and two others.

As Valandil's skilled hands move over the cuts and bruises, Antroine's pain is reduced, and a feeling of warmth and well being flows from Valandils' fingers.

"Breor, my compliments on your wolf. Grey took down two orcs on his own, I believe. I've never seen so fine an animal companion."

 

[ferretguy]

Getting a burning branch from the fire, Breor applies the brand to the slightly quivering flesh of the troll. " 'tis true Valandil, Grey is a fine compainion. She seems to have a taste for orc flesh, and many of those black bloods have fallen before her. I could not wish for a better life companion."

 

[rangerjohn]

OOC: Unless things have changed Middle Earth trolls don't regenerate. They're more akin to ogres.

 

[ferretguy]

OOC: hmmm...forgot about that