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TawnyAngel rolled 1 8-sided dice:
8
Total: 8 (1-8)
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 Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2012 2:53 pm
[Insk: Attacking Aleck]
Hissing in pain and fury Insk reared up on his hind legs and swiped at Aleck. the brown snarled.
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Insk: Brown wher
HP: 14/40
Attack: 1d8+2
Defence: 1d6+2
Accuracy: -5
Damage: 8 + 2 = 10
Accuracy: 10 - 5 = 5 HIT
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Tinnunculus rolled 1 6-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-6)
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2012 3:00 pm
[Aleck: Attacking Insk]
The brunet's eyes widened as Insk reared up.. and further up. Ohhhfaranth that thing was big. Claws came down on his shoulder, rending through fabric and flesh, but it wasn't his whip arm and its underside was exposed. "Ggh!" Blinking back tears he lashed out again, full of hate.
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Aleck: 20
HP: 3/25
Attack: 1d6+1
Defense: 1d4+1
Accuracy: -3
Items: Smoke Bomb, Whip (on loan)
Damage: 6 + 1 + 2 = 9
Accuracy: 9 - 3 = 6 HIT
Crit! 2x damage = 18
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TawnyAngel rolled 1 6-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-6)
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2012 3:09 pm
[Insk: Defending]
He was going to rip-!
The whip hit him again, harder this time despite his efforts to twist aside. Dropping onto all fours the wher staggered toward Aleck, panting hard. The rush of battle was wearing off, and he was becoming aware of all of hurts. His face, his eye, and a fresh line of agony across his belly.
He raised a paw to attack his enemy again, but collapsed mid swing. Dull grey eyes blinked dazedly, and he pulled his lips back to snarl but only a faint hiss came out.
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Insk: Brown wher
HP: 0/40
Attack: 1d8+2
Defence: 1d6+2
Accuracy: -5
Defence: 2 + 2 = 4
Damage taken: 18 - 4 = 14
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Tinnunculus rolled 1 6-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-6)
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2012 3:18 pm
[Aleck: Attacking Insk]
He was crying now, from shock and pain and fear for what had happened, that he was running out of time. His left side seemed to both burn and freeze at once and he was only vaguely aware of his fingertips. Despite this his mind was just a bit clearer, at odds with his current physical state. It was still moving. It had to die. He stepped in and brought the whip down hard one more time.
There was no joy in it.
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Aleck: 20
HP: 3/25
Attack: 1d6+1
Defense: 1d4+1
Accuracy: -3
Items: Smoke Bomb, Whip (on loan)
Damage: 6 + 1 + 2 = 9
Accuracy: 9 - 3 = 6 HIT
Crit! 2x damage = 18
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2012 3:21 pm
[Insk: Dead?]
Whether the wher was still alive after that last blow was debatable, but it certainly didn't move again. It didn't have eyes anymore either.
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2012 3:29 pm
[Carltis]
Only vaguely aware of the noises coming from the other room Carltis pretended to know what the hell he was doing. Okay, he kind of knew; blood was supposed to stay on the inside. There was quite a lot of blood on his hands, and on the bed, but he'd managed to get the healer's jacket and shirt off and had tied his makeshift bandages over his wounds... which meant most of his torso.
Swiping a shaking hand across his forehead, unaware of the trail of blood he left behind, Carltis moved onto the puncture wounds on the healer's left thigh. The britches weren't too thick, or too in the way like the jacket and shirt had been so he left them; too much fiddle, too much time, and this was just a patch anyway; somebody who actually had a clue would be along soon.
Having bound all of the wounds he could see he wiped his hands distractedly on his shirt and knelt down next to the unconscious man, laying two fingers more or less where he thought a pulse ought to be. Thank shells, there was indeed a pulse. He didn't know enough to say more than that, though it felt quite fast? Still, what did he know?... He thought he knew you were meant to keep people warm. Pushing himself back to his feet and wiping his still trembling hands again he headed over to the nearest bed with a blanket and snatched it up.
He really hoped somebody who had a clue would be along soon.
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2012 3:49 pm
[Aleck]
Aleck backed away slowly, not taking his eyes off the ugly beast. It wasn't moving. Was it breathing? It needed to die! His shoulders heaved - one shoulder burned - with gasps that turned to the ragged laughter of sick relief when the thing still didn't move. Had he done that? It didn't have eyes. Had he done that? "Hh.. hh.. heh.. heh-heh.. heh-!"
The sound died abruptly in his throat; he turned and ran from the room.
Dad!
Aleck stopped dead at the sight. No!
"s**t," he said thickly, drawn to the bed as if being pulled on a wire. "s**t, s**t-" He knew first aid; what did he do?
"Get his feet up," someone said. "About two handspans - keeps the blood near the heart." It was him.
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2012 3:58 pm
[Carltis]
Aleck sounded like he had more of a clue than he did, and so Carltis grabbed a pillow as well and hurried back over. "Uh, right." Dropping the blanket for the time being he carefully lifted the pallid healer's feet, folded the pillow, and slid it underneath. That looked like about two handspans to him.
He looked back at Aleck.
Aleck was bleeding.
"Sit down before you fall over or something," Carltis instructed firmly, "you can still tell me what to do while you're sitting down."
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2012 4:13 pm
Aleck opened his mouth to protest - to say he was fine, that he knew what to do, that as his son he should help. What came out was "Okay." He sunk onto the next bed over and found himself grateful for it.
"Keep him warm - you were already getting blankets. That's good. If he vomits or bleeds from the mouth turn him to his side so he won't choke." It was a recitation, a spilling-out of information he'd memorized but never practiced. "If he's wearing a belt or anything tight, get rid of it. Keep an eye on his pulse. If-"
He paused to swipe his sleeve across his blurred eyes.
"If he stops breathing, breathe for him. How did you do his bandages?"
There was a revolution on, but he didn't care. He'd found his father; now he wouldn't leave until his father woke up. He would die here, defending.
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2012 4:21 pm
Carltis looked rather helpless at the bandage question. "With cloth? Uh. Quite tightly? I didn't see any bandages around here, I don't know where they're stored, there weren't any back were he fought those other two, so I used sheets."
Blanket next, right. Oh! No, belt. Trying to control the shaking of his hands - he hadn't even been scratched! - Carltis unfastened the older man's belt and carefully slid it off before putting the blanket over him. He was so pale.
Calrtis shivered; he did not want to think about mouth bleeding, or people stopping breathing. He didn't know what he was doing, and he hadn't been hurt, but he was shaking. Wasn't he supposed to be tough? Remorseless? Callous? He didn't want anyone else to die today. That girl inside the door had looked about fifteen.
"How fast is a pulse meant to be anyway?" he asked after a heartbeat's pause. "And should I get another blanket?"
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2012 4:38 pm
"Tight is good. Padding too. If it starts bleeding through press on more gauze; otherwise hold down on the worst ones so they stay shut." His voice was thick with tears but surprisingly calm as he sat there, still holding on to the whip. His left sleeve felt sticky and there was red at the edge of his vision. He'd been wearing a beige shirt.
His mouth tightened and he stood in a mechanical way, taking the few steps to the next bed where he knelt down, blinked at the whip in his hand, and let go of it to take Bereck's wrist. The healer's skin was clammy and cool; Aleck frowned. He could hear and see, but everything seemed to be coming from far enough away that he could sit back, take it in, and consider the details. "Not that fast. Get another blanket; there's gauze in the far cupboards, and bandages too."
Red dots bloomed on the sheet as he leaned in. "Dad?" His voice shook then. "Can you hear me?"
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Posted: Mon Jul 02, 2012 4:45 pm
Carltis paused for long enough to see the healer fail to respond before turning and hastening away to fetch supplies as instructed. There wasn't a lot in the cupboards he searched, seemed people had been raiding the supplies before him, so he took most of what was there. One find of particular interest was a jar labelled 'numbweed'; Aleck and Bereck could probably both use some of that.
He'd been coming here hoping to get the healer to give him something for his pounding head. That seemed like half a lifetime ago now for some reason. Shaking himself Carltis grabbed another blanket and headed back over to the bed Aleck knelt beside.
"Found some stuff," he said quietly, "can't see if he's bleeding through or not unless I move the blanket.... You're bleeding. Look, I found some numbweed and everything, let me fix you up." He should probably get a third blanket, he expected Aleck could use one too.
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Posted: Tue Jul 03, 2012 2:13 am
"Dad?"
No good, no good. He was just wasting time.
There had to be something he knew, something he'd heard in the countless lectures he'd heard from his father about his craft that would tell him what to do here beyond 'patch bleeding, treat shock, get a qualified healer.' The only qualified healer here was the patient himself..
When Carltis got back Aleck was pressing the blanket to Bereck's side, a frown etching a deep furrow between his brows. There was blood - his or Bereck's, it was hard to tell. He looked up, his own expression slightly ashen from either grief or blood loss or pain. "Thanks." He meant it. The brunet glanced down at his shoulder. It did look bad, but his father looked worse - and yet, if he didn't take care of himself, who would be left to treat Bereck? He bit his lip briefly and looked back to Carltis. "I'll work on him if you'll work on me." It felt a strange thing to suggest, but.. he was offering.
The weyrbrat sat up a bit and peered under the blanket. The leg wounds were bad, but they were punctures; his side was much worse. "If there's redwort your hands won't go numb," he suggested, to distract from the diminishing list of things he could do.
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Posted: Tue Jul 03, 2012 3:20 am
[Inyad: Trying to escape]
Slowly, very slowly the wherhandler shifted across the floor. There was nothing he could do for Insk, if their enemies went back to finish him off he couldn’t stop them. The only thing he could do now was try to get himself to the door, and then find his allies and get help.
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0/25HP
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[Carltis]
“Oh. No problem.” He didn’t feel he’d done much worth thanking. “Redwort, right, that stuff.” Glad of something else useful to do Carltis put down the supplies he had brought over and moved back to the cupboard, hoping that there might be another helpfully labelled pot or jar or... whatever it was you kept redwort in. A bit of searching turned one up, mostly empty but hopefully with enough in for their purposes. “Best get your shirt off then,” he said as he returned to Aleck and rubbed some of the redwort over his hands; he didn’t notice the wherhandler’s gradual bid for freedom.
“Say,” Carltis added abruptly as a thought occurred to him, “Can’t his dragon get an actual healer to come down here?”
Just after he spoke a dragon’s roar echoed through the infirmary; it sounded like a battle cry.
“...Or maybe she has her own problems.”
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Posted: Tue Jul 03, 2012 11:10 am
Right, shirt off. That would help. Letting the blanket settle over Bereck again Aleck wrestled out- ow ow ow no he didn't. He gingerly worked the sodden garment over his head as best he could with one and a half hands, expression tight with pain. The cloth felt like fire where it pulled over the open wound. "They've all run- ngh-" The seam the seam! "but-"
He paused, half-in and half-out of the shirt, at the echoing bellow. "'f course. Backup. They've got this planned out." It was bitter with impotence. Was that why there'd been weapons in the infirmary? Had they been smuggling supplies in, preparing for months? Maybe Carltis could-? No, he was here, helping him keep his father alive. Too many tasks, not enough hands, was this how the master healer felt all the time? But Berath could hold her own, at least for a little while - whers were dangerous, but so was she.
With a last silent scowl of pain he got the shirt off and let it drop in a stained heap on the floor. Fresh blood left a smear on his glasses. "Should make sure the wher's gone," he muttered, leaning in to lay hands on Bereck again. Carltis would have a slightly moving target. "Could come fr'm behind." There'd been the handler too, but right now the memory of great brown beast loomed larger, a spectre flitting at the edge of his thoughts.
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