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Post by Lady Aislin Creed of Eohmark on Jan 17, 2009 14:24:46 GMT -6
{Continued from 'A CAMP IN THE SNOW..'}
The male was not responding as much as Aislin had wanted, but he did respond never the less. it was better then nothing. She cursed softly under her breath, looking back to see Maahes in the shadows of the room, like some giant and dark statue. Aislin carefully made sure her face showed nothing of what could be happening in the man's body. So many things and she was not completely sure about the poison that coursed through his body. A woman's voice saying the male's name had her snap her eyes up and towards the woman in the door way as she swayed.
Roac had come into the door way just then, thankfully as if sensing Aislin needed him. As the woman fainted, Roac grabbed her, remembering her from a time before as he lifted her up and held her in his arms. Slender he may be, calm he may be, but strong never the less. Aislin's eyes looked to Roac, silently speaking between each other before he gave a nod and moved the woman onto a cot just outside the door. Placing her frame carefully there, he went to tending to her and called out for other healers to help him. A warm blanket was placed over her frame, while Roac went on to check her. Thick fingers pressed against the lids of her eyes and parted them while a candle was held closer by one of the healers. When the pupils dilated, he knew she was alive and only passed out.
Making sure the blankets were on her still, he rose her hands, one at a time to check her palms and see the coloring, making sure there was nothing too pale at the moment. The blood was flowing through her well enough, so she more or less was suffering exhaustion and fatigue. Turning his head, charcoal colored hair shifted and brushed along his shoulders as he looked to the other healer. ``Food, bread if you will. Tea as well with the mint herbs. Thank you.`` His eyes looked back towards the woman as he gentle tried to rouse her back to a wake state. The other healer brought a foul smelling herb over, wrapped in a cloth; she handed it to Roac so he could lower the cloth and herb under the woman's nose. Many who were passed out, would smell this even in the deepest of sleep as it was unpleasant. The moment her eyes fluttered, he pulled it back so as not to gag her with it. ``My lady...I must know what has happened? So I can treat you and the male that was brought in.``
Aislin waited until a good bit of the blood and hopefully poison that was in his veins was pulled out into a jar before she pulled the pipe from his arm and waited for the woman to come towards her with the small hot coil. Glowing red, she used it to press against his wound so that the skin hissed and blood boiled. The smell of burnt flesh was enough to make many gag even as hands moved to hold the man down incase the pain woke him up. The methods were harsh, but needed. If any poison lingered, hopefully it was burned from his body. Handing the rod back to a healer, she pressed the clothed herbs to his arm that was now burned in the middle, but not sealed fully. It would need to remain open to leak and puss up, which the cloth full of herbs would help absorb and not let infection set in.
As she held it, another healer wrapped his arm up to keep the cloth there. No matter if he was awake or not, Aislin was going to give him liquids with the herbs inside of them through his mouth, even if she had to hold his head up herself. Before Maahes could leave, she looked to him. ``Where did this happen? What happened?`` Someone had to tell her as she forcefully gave the male liquids through his mouth, watching as he spit up most of it while she held his head.
{ I was given permission from Roac mun to NPC his character a bit, but I won't be posting him more then two post, just to keep him active and about.}
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Post by georyn on Jan 18, 2009 12:45:54 GMT -6
He did not know what had taken him. Georyn hadn’t known what had happened indeed with the whole situation had turned into a blur. Much of his memory was now foggy and he couldn’t tell what was going on around him. The poison had stricken him, not entirely so much that he was getting numb, he had been but he didn’t know what was affecting him. In all of his time he hadn’t done anything so foolish as running away from home. He was a coward. Georyn Evard de Lorme was a foolish coward. He had run away from everything in order to save himself. He was so foolish and prideful. He didn’t know what to make of himself and even worse, he had failed Katerina. Where was she exactly?
He was too weak to move. Too weak to do anything. He could only lay there and feel useless. The man who had carried him in..and now the healer who was forcing something down his throat. He luckily hadn’t felt the burn from the wound being burned. But now he was partly conscious and he heard voices. People were taking. Just what were they talking of? He didn’t know, he couldn’t make out voices entirely. What was happening to him? He could only wait and see what would happen. What if it was found out where he was? He had to run, keep going…but he couldn’t. His body could barely move and the poison was even more than settling it, he could only hope it was gone. Was there a healer here? He thought so.
He felt something being forced down his mouth, it didn’t taste good and some of it was getting spit back out. He tried to manage, but he hated being treated like a child. He was hurt though, and pride would have to be put aside. “I can…drink on my own.” He finally did speak, his English heavily accented with French, but still understandable to say the least. Where was he? A healers hall of sorts he thought, but it was exhausting him to move even more. He was growing weary.
Where was Katerina? Surely she was safe...he did not know what had happened to her. In that chaos he had gone abrupt and when he had gone down he had only told her to run. He knew she did run, at least he had hoped she did. His eyes opened now finally, revealing their oceanic color, the color of the sea. He was still tired and could barely move, but he was making an effort. An effort that was genuinely stressing his body even more for wear. "Katerina..." he muttered softly, but he had a feeling someone was going to tell him he shouldn't be moving so much.[/color]
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Post by Lady Katerina on Jan 18, 2009 17:08:16 GMT -6
Katerina had felt herself falling but never the impact with the floor, strong arms had caught her. She felt the softness of the cot against her back but could not open her eyes... she was tired and the darkness felt nice.
Hands roamed as if searching for injuries and then a bright light assaulted her eyes making her wince as he pushed them open to check them.
The warmth of the blankets called her deeper into the bliss of not caring when something was placed beneath her nose that smelled God awful... she tried to turn her head away from it but it followed until her eyes fluttered open. Her first thought was of her friend "Mon ami Georyn comment est il ? Est il ... vivants plaisent que je doive savoir?(1)C'est toute ma faute ... ma faute... Oh Dieu lui permet s'il vous plaît de vivre.(2) Il était moi ils ont voulu." (3)Katerina was not even aware she was speaking in French. Having spoke it so often while they had been captured it just flowed from her lips. She turned to try and see Georyn and when she could not she moved to sit up... guilt was eating away at her.... for if not for her he would be well and not lying in this healing hall as near death as she had ever seen him.
(1)My friend Georyn how is he? Is he alive... please I need to know?
(2)It is all my fault... my fault... Oh God please let him live.
(3) It was me they wanted
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Post by Lord General Maahes Asad-Aziem on Jan 22, 2009 10:26:47 GMT -6
From one of the dark corners a Beast stood at watch, only breaking the silence when Aislin spoke to him, "I do not know their reasons, but the men wait in the prison for questioning. Would you wish the answers now?" A smirk crossed his lips as he moved from the darkness, and into the light. That look of uncertain death crossing a killers face, would the men survive the night? Yes, but they would wish they hadn't.
"I should question the woman too." He spoke a little quieter, as dark eyes traveled the line of the cot's where Katerina sat rambling in a language he had heard the Pirates speak. "English!" He barked through the hall, meeting eye with the woman.
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Post by Lady Aislin Creed of Eohmark on Jan 22, 2009 18:14:31 GMT -6
Aislin did not have time to worry about the woman unless she too was poisoned, but then again Maahes would have said such. Oceanic eyes looked to the male as she held his head up higher, propping him against her chest as she held the mug of mixed herbs. Even in his barely there mind, he was stubborn, which was nothing new. Men, their prides ran so deep that they would rather die at times then to have it be bashed down or lost. Eyes drifted towards Maahes as he asked if she wanted the answers now and then the mumbling of talking to a woman as well. If someone thought Aislin would be the voice of reason in this case, they were wrong. Aislin would do anything to get the answers she was seeking, or would let others do as they wished. Turning her head just slightly so the braid shifted against her back, she spoke to Maahes. ``Aye. Get the answers now and however ye can. Ye will nay hear me say to be gentle when it comes to these things. Poison be a serious offense.. in such cases ah say people deserve to have the same punishment.`` Among the many things people could do, poison was painful, slow moving and in most cases, irreversible. Her tone was firm, not hate laced into her words nor anger. It was the truth and she was sure one the general would like. The bark of "ENGLISH" was ignored as the male started to move.
Aislin held him as he spit a good deal of the liquid out of his mouth and paused when he took a breath to speak softly. She did not blame him for wanting to do it himself, but that was not possible. He moved more and Aislin held him firmly against her. Most might take it strange that the male's face was against her breast, but Aislin did not see anything sexual about her holding his head and forcing him to drink liquids that could save his life. ``Aye, ye can do it yourself then. Try and lift ye arms then, ye will find them of no use to ye at the moment and if ye do nay drink all of this liquid, the poison will lace into yer heart, yer major organs and ye will die within the next hour, two at most. It will nay be pretty either. First yer body will shut down and ye will be unable to move, then ye will shyt yerself and yer organs will feel like they are melting in yer body. If ye wish to suffer such, tell me now so ah be nay wasting my time on ye when others are in need of me. Ah'll move ye into another room down the hall where no one can be hearing yer screams.`` Blunt and telling more then most would want to hear. Aislin had the worse bedside manner, but she was always honest and never held the blame. If people wanted to die, or believed they could do things on their own, Aislin would let them. She was not here to be a mother to everyone who came through that door, she was a healer. She gave advice and recommended things, but she would only tell someone what she thought they should not do or do, once. Ocean eyes stared down into ones of the same color. She awaited his response. ``The woman be fine, if she be the one with dark hair.``
Roac was still checking over the woman's flesh, making sure there were no immediate stab wounds or arrow wounds in her that would need attention. He did not undress the woman, only pulled back the blankets now and again to check and make sure there was no blood pouring from them. When she roused, his eyes shot up to look at her before he moved his head to hover over her own so gray eyes could look down at her. His gray hair slid forward around his face and he gave a kind smile to her. Only a few words were grasped, for she was tired and trying to speak in another language. ``Shhh, your friend is here and being treated. You need rest, you can do him no good at the moment if you tax yourself out.`` That bit of Irish accent moved from his lips as a hand placed itself on her forehead, brushing back some of the hair from her face for a moment before he looked to the healer by him and asked for a tea with some herbs in it to help sooth her body and bring back some warmth. Eyes turned towards the pirates as they yelled for her to speak English. Roac spoke firmly, but with a calm tone. Having been among monks for much of his life, he learned to keep himself at peace even when others seemed to be ready to fall. ``Do not shout at my patient. If she could think well enough to speak English she would. She is exhausted, we are lucky to have those words from her at this point. Go and find a place to relax, we will let you do what you must when you will get better answers.``
When it came, He helped her sit up, using the back of his arm to prop her up while the mug was brought to her lips. ``Drink this, it will help you get back your warmth`` He would wait with her until she had taken most of it, before handing it towards the healer to take away and helping her lay back down. Where Aislin seemed uncaring or to the point, Roac was more calm and comforting though still held that professional out take on the reality of what was going on.
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Post by georyn on Jan 24, 2009 11:03:18 GMT -6
Georyn was a stubborn as any man was. He didn’t like being held down, forced to do anything that he couldn’t do. He had to go make sure Katerina was alright- at least she was, wasn’t she? Why in the world was this woman telling him to drink something? He couldn’t just sit here and do nothing while she was…was she alright? He had hoped so, otherwise this stupid wound would have been in vain and Georyn wouldn’t really have liked that.
He heard the voice that was deep, rich. He had heard it before hadn’t he? Georyn could not remember a lot of things and the woman had told him to get the answers however he could. More blood. At least it was not going to be on his hands. He didn’t like anymore bloodshed than necessary, but who was he to protest while he sat in a bed, wounded by men who were not after him? He jumped slightly at the bark of English when he heard a woman’s voice…Katerina? It sounded like her, but he was delirious…
His grey eyes moved to the woman that was holding his head up while she had tried to pour whatever the foul tasting thing was into his mouth and he was spitting it back up. He wasn’t paying any attention to where she was forcing his head, Georyn was far too stubborn to prove that he could actually drink on his own. When Aislin told him to try and drink on his own, and it was then he met the eyes that were the same color as his own that he really felt like a child now. He tried to shift his arm to hold the cup, but it was then he realized- he could not feel anything on it. What was happening to him? He tried to reach forward and grab it…but the pain seared through him and he immediately dropped it, gritting his teeth as she explained he was going to die if he did not drink it.
It was rare to meet an honest healer, but it was a blessing and a curse. “I will drink it…”He muttered, but he was not happy about it as it had to be given to him. He did not want to die, no that certainly sounded painful and like anyman faced with life or death he would chose life. “She is alright? Where is she? I wish to see..” but he had started to cough before he stopped speaking. “What kind of poison was it?” He was curious, but he had little feeling in his arm now, some was coming back but he did not know the full damage it had caused.[/color]
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Post by Lady Katerina on Jan 24, 2009 12:54:48 GMT -6
Katerina heard the man quietly speak to the woman and heard him mention that the men who attacked were being held and that he would question them if needed. His smirk did not bode well for them she felt it deep within her. Then the deep bark of " English!"coming from across the hall had her jumping damn near out of her skin and looking like a scared sheep at the large man, blinking in confusion large blue eyes met ones of cold amber. Then the face of the one who had been tending her came into focus... " Vous remercier... fera mon ami en direct?" Remembering the large man's bark she searched her mind for the words in English this time "Thank you... will my friend live?" she asked as he helped her to sit up and drink some of the tea. Her vision still clouded and she was trying hard to remain awake as darkness crept slowly in on her.
Katerina could hear the words the woman spoke about someone dying and in her heart knew she spoke to Georyn. "Please tell him I am alright... that he should do as she says." she pleaded with the gray eyed man. Having had enough of the tea he took and handed it to another healer and helped settle her back on the small cot covering her with a blanket... she tried to sit up " Please ... I... wish... to .... see... him" she stuttered from a chill that had settled in her body. Hours in the cold did that to a person, she had no visible wounds minor scratches and cuts from her careless run through the woods. She had given Georyn her tartan and therefore was unprotected against the cold... she had not been dressed for such prolonged exposure to the cold climate as she was just going to the church and then back to her room at the Inn.
The tea had started to warm her just as he said it would and as he spoke of not taxing herself she merely nodded but her need to see her friend would shine like a beacon in a night dark as pitch in her eyes. If the man looked he would see it there and know that if she knew for herself he was alright perhaps she would do what was needed for herself.
The one tending her stood in her defense as he spoke to the large man about not shouting at her and once more she gave him a slow nod and thanked him.He was kind and was doing what he felt he needed to be at the moment.... he looked familiar to her... yet she could not place where she had seen him. " You look familiar... do... I .... know you?" she asked shyly and a bit embarassed to not recall him if they had met.
Then once more her thoughts turned to her friend... she pushed the blankets aside and moved as if to stand " Please..... I need to see him?" she met his eyes hoping he would take her to Georyn to ease her worries... though nothing would take away her guilt.
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Post by Lady Aislin Creed of Eohmark on Feb 11, 2009 18:19:59 GMT -6
The cup was held for him as he finally saw that he was not going to be able to reach for it himself. Aislin would never understand the need to prove things yourself, if someone was telling you the truth of it, but she assumed in a place like this, or in the world in general, that may lied. She had no reason or gain to come of lying, so why do it? When he agreed to drink it, she held the cup up and tilted it so he could take in more. It tasted foul, but would work and do what it was suppose to. Already his wound had been fixed and that too would have to wait for time to pass before she could make anything of it.
Ocean eyes glanced down into his own as he spoke and asked for someone...the woman? ``Aye, she be fine. If she had nay been, then Roac would have come to tell me. Yes yes, ah know what it be like to want to see your loved one, or friend but ye need to wait. Ah nay be sure, possibly something from berry or animal. Ah say from snake with how it was festering in ye skin and making ye unable to move. Ah mixed some herbs and things together for both. Ye still only have a little more then half of a chance to survive it. If ye be laying still and flat on ye back, nay getting too excited, then ye chance can rise. Ah will go check on ye friend and come back to let ye know.`` Aislin waited until he was finished his drink, then rose with the mug in her hand, gave it to another healer and headed out the door to see where the woman and Roac were. What luck, they were right outside.
Roac was having a hard time with the words, for he did not fully understand the language and was searching his own mind to figure out what it was. Thankfully, she turned it to one he could better understand. ``I do not know my lady. I can find this out though, if you relax and stay here.`` He was not sure if Aislin would want the woman to move and just as he rose, he looked over his shoulder to see the lady healer coming out. Standing up straight, he spoke to Aislin.
``Is he going to be alright? She looks as if she is ok, just cold and a few scratches. No poison.`` Turning to the woman, Roac smiled softly. ``We have met once or twice my lady. I am Roac, I remember you are Lady Katerina. It is good to see you, though I wish it would have been under better reasons.``
Moving towards the woman, Aislin leaned over her just as she asked to see him. ``Ye will see him soon. Ah gave him some antidotes for the poison, but only time will tell. `` A hand helped the woman up so she could stand and use Aislin to help her balance. Carefully, they walked together into the room. ``Roac, will yego and get more blankets, then go and be checking on the few others that came in?`` Roac moved from them as Aislin moved the woman into the room where another healer settled a chair down by the bed so Aislin could help her into it. ``Finish ye tea. Ah will return in a few moments, give ye both some privacy. Do nay let him be getting up, it will only speed up the poison before the antidote can help.`` Aislin gave a nod to the other healer and waved her out, moving after her towards the door and closing it to leave the two in peace for a time.
EXIT Aislin
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Post by georyn on Feb 14, 2009 20:35:25 GMT -6
Georyn did not bode well with being treated like a child. He was well aware he was being childish, but he was stubborn. Stubborn as any man would be if he was injured. He drank the liquid that was offered to him although it tasted foul and bitter. What was in it? It tasted of…something he wished to have spit back up for anything could be comprehendible to the taste. Georyn didn’t want to know what was in the foul liquid anyways.
When it was downed he coughed again, something from the liquid. “A snake? It was not a snake…I do not know what was on the man’s blade. He stabbed me too quickly I had naught a chance to look.” He responded but he knew better than to argue with a healer. His own mother had taught him this and Elaine was a formidable woman- perhaps it was so why his father had married her.
When the mug was taken away and the lady healer left he stayed there, not moving. He didn’t know what he was going to do now. Sit here and wait? Wait for Katerina? That was all he could do it seemed. Until they knew what poison had inflicted him. He didn’t know what else to do know except lay there until things had passed. Now he only wished he could see Katerina.
The silence always made him uneasy and he didn’t know how long it would continue. As things seemed to become so still for him he tried to close his eyes and rest. Sleep would elude him it seemed as it was forever.[/color]
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Post by georyn on Feb 18, 2009 10:28:37 GMT -6
Georyn had settled on sleeping for most of the time now, for whatever had inflicted him was sure to make things worse if he did not rest. He had slept and hardly moved, not knowing anyone had come to see him while he had been thus. Time had passed slowly it seemed. He did not move at all, only the rise and fall of his chest to signal that he was indeed alive.
What would become of him? It was a simple question really. He knew he could not stay here in Turas Lan, where he was now. Yet his arm had to heal. It was a dilemma that couldn’t be avoided. Could he make a home for himself here or would he still move elsewhere, being the coward that he was?
When he awoke his mind was still not at ease. What had happened? Was he still drifting inbetween conciousness and death? No..the light was too bright. When storm grey eyes were focused, he saw a parcel next to his bed. What was this? He hesitantly moved for it, wincing while he did so and sat up on his bed something which earned a grumble from one of the healers that told him to lay back down. He opened it and found the book, a note falling into his lap.
He read it and smiled, but what use would he have for a book, much less one that could contain his thoughts? He hardly wrote them down. Maybe now could be a time to start.[/color]
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