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 Posted: Sun Nov 18, 2007 11:47 am
Flux purred when she pet him, and Kenya smiled, "Ok. But make sure it comes back at night. Who knows what kind of things might try to hunt it and it can get cold at night out here. Here, I'll help you move your stuff in." she offered, setting the cat down inside the tent and telling him firmly to stay.
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Posted: Sun Nov 18, 2007 11:49 am
((I'm going to be gone until Friday, so please behave, everyone? I'm kidding but serious at the same time (I don't even know what I'm saying)
And if anyone new wants to join the RP, I suppose I could let them post their profiles until I get back and have a chance to look them over. Unless someone wants to take the job of approving them for me, but I'm not going to ask that of anyone))
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Posted: Sun Nov 18, 2007 3:27 pm
((Is it ok to post in her absecnce?))
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Posted: Sun Nov 18, 2007 4:06 pm
Tirion was helping to set up the cleric tent. It was the largest on the camp. A fire was in in middle, with a vat of boiling water over it. Cots were set up around the premis with the cleanest sheets they could muster. A small herb prep area was off to one side where Tirion was currently mixing powders. It was amazing how fast the cleric tent had risen; but for most people it was priority. Many had left their things to help set it up. Already it was filled with the injured. Tirion poured some water in her powder to make a paste and rushed over to the bed of a moaning man. She lifted his shirt to reveal a deep cut in his side. She placed the paste on the top of the wound after helping him sit upright. She then bandaged his side and layed him back down. "You're going to be fine," she said with a smile. He grabbed her hand and looked into her eyes, "Where's Cain?" "I don't know, but if you describe him to me, I might find him. But you need to worry about getting resting, alright?" He nodded as he let go of her hand. She wiped the side of his face with a wet rag and went to the books. An exsensive list of the dead and injured. She found two Cains, one dead and one with a severed arm. She walked back to the man, "Is his last name Young or Foote?" "Foote." "He's got a severed arm, but he'll be alright. You can see him when you can walk." He smiled and closed his eyes. She gave him a motherly kiss on the forehead. She went around to tend to other wounded.
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Posted: Sun Nov 18, 2007 4:53 pm
Jericho turned to Nereid, "Meet up with the other clerics and get your supplies. Once Amos comes back with the all clear, we'll be setting up on that outlook" he indicated with a nod. "Don't get too comfortable everyone," he shouted, 'We'll be relocating to that outlook once Commander Amos gives the all clear."
There was a rustle in his coat, and a small ferret slipped out of his collar. The small weasel perched on his shoulder, and Jericho gave him a small scrap of jerky. "Good to see you're still here, Thief." The small animal squeaked in reply, then set about consuming the meat with fervor.
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Posted: Mon Nov 19, 2007 2:51 am
Dean looks around the on the a small par tof the outlook it was much to large for him to scope out by himself "Amos do you see anything over there?"
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Posted: Mon Nov 19, 2007 3:01 am
Tirion was working on a woman who had a head injury and a deep cheast wound. It became clear that she wasn't going to make it. The woman gasped for air and her eyes welled with tears, she knew she was dying. Tirion gave her a leaf of a strange plant, "It will quell the pain." The woman ate it and within a few minutes she was dead. Tirion looked around her, there were dead and dying everywhere. She ran out of the tent to Jerico. "Sir," she said, "the number of dead is... rising. It's not good for our patience to see their fallen comrads and it's not good for sanitation either to have their corpses in there. What should we do with the bodies?" Tirion averted her eyes from him and waited for an order.
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Posted: Mon Nov 19, 2007 9:33 am
Thief took a strange interest in the young cleric that approached Jericho, tilting his head sideways, the scrap of meat still clutched in his paws. Jericho nodded in agreement with Tirion, "Round up any able-bodied men who didn't go with Amos, load the bodies into one of the now emptied supply carts." He shook his head, "So many deaths, so many good people signing their names in the book of death all too soon."
The ferret nibbled his jerky quietly, keen blue eyes studying his master. Jericho walked to the cleric's quarter, grabbing the first of many dead bodies and carrying it out of the tent.
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Posted: Mon Nov 19, 2007 9:47 am
Kali sighed as she set up her tent. Ember, her phoenix, rustled next to her, then looked at the woman. "you can go, its alright." she said. content, ember fluttered upwards. Kali looked at the wound on her arm, from an over-the-top soldier who had tried to sneak up on her and nearly succeeded. a lightning bolt meant he wouldnt be trying that again. it was still oozing blood, and at one end was weeping. 'i probably aught to get this seen to at the clerics tent' she thought, standing up and weaving her way through the camp to reach it. she stood at the back of the queue of other mildly injured people, waiting for her turn to be seen.
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Posted: Mon Nov 19, 2007 11:46 am
Kaome noticed that a man with a ferret on his should was walking towards the emptied cart near her with an object slung over his shoulder. She watched as he dumped the object into it, and followed him towards the tent with the bodies. She whistled softly at the sight and shook her head. Many look my age...
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Posted: Mon Nov 19, 2007 1:10 pm
Tirion couldn't tell who was able bodied and who was not. Every one needed help. So she just hoped that people would help with gathering the bodies. She went to the body of the woman who had just died and stripped her- no use in wasting perfectly good items. She then rolled the corps in the bed linens and stuggled with it outside. When she got to a cart she had to stand in it and hoist the woman with in the linen bundle up. She then un wrapped the woman, kept the linen and left. War was ugly, there seemed to be no respect for the dead; but these were desperate times and funurarey rights could not be done.
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Posted: Mon Nov 19, 2007 1:57 pm
Kaome watched as a cleric dragged another body towards the cart. She then looked back at the pile. When the cleric came back Kaome walked up to her. "You tend to those still living. I'll help with the bodies." She took the linens and walked to a body of a young man. She then set to work stripping him of his clothes and dragging him to the cart.
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Posted: Mon Nov 19, 2007 2:19 pm
While carrying a second body to the cart, the weight shifted, and as the body lurched to the side Jericho felt the knife wound on his arm rip wider. he cursed loudly and dropped the body, blood spurting from the wound and splashing to the ground, steaming against the chill air. The pain was blinding, and he closed his eyes, steadying himself against the waves of pain. The fighter's knife wound had been deeper than he'd believed, and judging from the spreading numbness that was claiming his fingers, there was nerve damage as well as muscle and tendon damage. "Of all the times to be weak," he cursed through gritted teeth.
"Fulgures Flamatas," His left hand erupted into flame, and he slammed his grip down on the bleeding wound, his coat igniting as the magical flames seared his flesh and kindled the blood-soaked wool. He clamped the flaming hand over the wound as long as he could bear, tendrils of black smoke rising greasily from the burn point, until he finally dropped down to his knees, pouring water from his canteen over the smoldering flesh. The burning, as well as all other feeling, subsided into an ambiguous lack of sensation, and the general re-shouldered the corpse and resumed carting bodies to the wagon. Where his coat had burned away, his olive-tanned flesh was marked by a black hand print, other older scars visible around it and up into the depths of his tattered coat.
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Posted: Mon Nov 19, 2007 2:47 pm
Tirion saw Jerico try to tend to his own wound. "Thank you," she said hurridly to the gril, "Your help is very much appreciated." She ran to the Jerico, "Sir! Please, let me tend to that! It's going to get infected or worse. Please, let me take you to the tent and help you." She pleaded with him, hoping that he wouldn't havethe pride most men had. She carfully placed her hand upon upon the one that was not holding the body. "Please, if not for your own good, for the good of the company," she said softly, with a comforting look in her eyes. She had an air about her that made people feel safe and cared for; she hoped that her nature was recognized in Jerico.
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Posted: Mon Nov 19, 2007 3:10 pm
Kaome grunted her reply as she started to drag the body to the cart. She placed it in and gathered the linen back she then took the body from the man with the wonded arm and placed it into the cart as well. She then walked back to the tent and started over. "You should listen to the cleric. The army looks up to you."
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