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 Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2012 5:46 pm
Who: Frau and Rod
what: armor fixin'
where ; roddies' shop
when: afternoon/sunny
why: BENT armor.... of course :> Frauline took her time limpping back from the events of the tournament. In preparation for the major events with the Order of the horn the guild leader was in preparation of her noblest battle...and crushed her armor onto her shoulder. "Roddie! Rod damn you!" she bellowed as she entered the open half of the shop. Her shoulder was almost punctured and the pain gave her voice a twinge of hate that was not normally there. "This blasted armor of mine!" she twinged in pain sitting on a stool near the older larger anvil he only used for large products and projects. She pulled and pried at the armor on her shoulder. The knee and shin guards were crushed pretty bad as well but they were nothign compared to the searing shooting pains in the shoulder...
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2012 6:47 pm
Roherdiron swinging away at his own shin guard. He was no blacksmith but he knew just enough to bang out a dent or two. He kept a resident blacksmith and forge at the Order's headquarters for most of their basic needs, outsourcing the manufacturing of the armor itself to the Crafter's Guild. The Dispassionate Watchers were visiting for the tournament and his own smith was over worked with demands for repairs.
Roherdiron's brow furrowed at the first call. He put the hammer down and took his apron off, peering around the corner where Frauline's angry yell was coming from.
"Blazes woman!" He exclaimed in shock upon seeing her condition. He was surprised she could even stand with her armor crumpled like that. He trotted over to her as she sank into the stool "What in the name of Nimrochiell happened to you?!" He knelt on one knee beside her, pulling her hand away from her shoulder to get a better look at it. For all that they were often rival's in the Tournament, he still saw them both as soldiers of Meardhon and as such, allies on the same team. He respected her as a fellow warrior.
His usually rough hands were gentle as they skimmed the edges of her shoulder plate. The metal was severely damaged. The whole thing would probably need replacing. It was going to be a miracle to get it off of her as is.
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2012 8:40 pm
Frauline could do nothign but pant as he knelt by her side; she tried desperately to smile but when she did tears ran off of one side of her face.
She was not goign to have an easy go of this...
"Blaze yourself! I am forged in fires same as this metal and yet I am hurt easier! Its not fair! Gods curse me with a woman's body!" she bellowed despite him being so close, but only the loud and crude sound of her voice was keeping her from weeping all the while.
"What is a Guild leader doing here anyways?! You should be training!" she scolded him as he tried to help, not at all impressed with her friend. He was likely to be checking out the locals...they tend to hang around the gates at these kinds of events.
"Honestly, stallion!," she huffed
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Posted: Mon Feb 20, 2012 9:12 pm
Roddie's ears flickered back as the woman yelled beside him. He kept his gaze glued to her arm as he bit back a comment about her being a 'woman'. Showing a hint of tact he figured now was not the time to taunt her. He snorted at her accusation. "I was training." He rumbled. "My smith is backed up and one of my young knights actually got the better of this old fool." He shook his head. "So i stepped in to bang out my own shin guard." Roddie shot her a look and in his own scolding tone continued. "I expect all of my men, and women, to be able to make at least a minor repair to their armor. " He managed to slip a couple of fingers on either side of her shoulder, between the skin and the metal. He could feel blood making his finger slick. "Frauline. Be a dear and grab that glove there beside you. You're going to want something to bite and I'd rather it not be me this time." He gave her a few moments to prepare herself before putting his full strength into pulling at the two sides of the mangled piece. If he could loosen it just a bit then he might be able to slip it from her arm.
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Posted: Tue Feb 21, 2012 8:32 am
She could not feel the arm at this point, it was limp and pale from lack of fresh blood and was becoming purple and white. Her other arm was free and finding its way to the glove. It tasted of copper and smkoke as it entered her mouth and she nodded with a bit of a grit , her eyes finally watering a little, nothing fell but it was about that time...
As he pulled the chunk off her shoulder, though bleeding, was not overly injured but rather bruised. With the rush of blood came also the rush of tears.
"Thanks, friend," her voice trembled and had regained her former smoothness to it. She had been so brave and held all of it in until now. She did not quiver but the stream of water from the corner of one eye seemed never-ending.
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Posted: Tue Feb 21, 2012 10:30 am
Roherdiron let out the breath he'd been holding. It didn't look as bad as he'd previously feared. A tiny voice in the back of his mind had feared that she might lose the arm. Her shoulder was intact, just bruised and swollen, the skin was broken in a few places but they'd heal with time. He shifted to her front and without asking unbuckled and removed her shin and knee guards. Her chest plate looked fine and he valued his life enough to know not to touch that. Her beaten armour lay cast aside on the blacksmith's floor, looking far worse now that it was off the mare's body.
"You're welcome, Frauline" He stood up and brushed the dust from his knee's before offering her his hand. "Come on now. There's nothing down here to dress those wounds with. I'll get you to Medical. Can you walk?"
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Posted: Tue Feb 21, 2012 2:33 pm
Frauline felt herself sigh with relief and wiped the las of the tears as she stood beside him. Her chestplate was indeed in tact it seemeed as though nothing ever hurt that part...? Perhaps other knights saw that particular part not as a target which; to an extent was fine with her.
The walk to the facility was a relatively short one and one she had made time and time again.
"We certainly are a pair," she laughed in the noon light. She truly meant to say she was sory but those words were seldom said outside of funeral marches. They were even harder to say to her friend but by now he would understand.
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Posted: Tue Feb 21, 2012 3:24 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 28, 2012 5:10 pm
Roddie laughed. "That we are Frauline." He'd noticed her crying but knew pointing it out wouldn't put him in the mares good book. He goaded and teased her enough as is. It was unmanly to do so while she was injured. He stayed by her side once they reached the healer's building. The inside was bright with daylight shining through the open windows. A handful of patients were strewn about on cots, healers tending to them with a combination of tactics, ranging from basic herbal poultices, to splints and casts, and in the case of one Ista, magic. A mearh came over immediately to tend to the injured Guild Head.
Roddie stepped aside to let them do their work but didn't leave. He was still concerned about her. "So you never did tell me, how in the world did you get so mangled just training?"
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2012 5:48 pm
Frauline felt the stinging as they pulled the rest of the dirt from her wounded shoulder. The plate they tried to remove and had a hammer called in which gave several lesser-injured partients cause to worry , their eyes going wide as they watched the hammer taken behind the curtain and the sound of screeching metal and klank of it all resounded in the small building.
"Ah--wel--" she looked down and grimmaced a bit as they applied their remedies.
"--A young recruit got the better of me. I had been working him so hard he lost control of his blows and really landed one or three...or five on me, before I could calm the stallion. Kids. Heh." she looked up tears coming back for a moment before she finally sighed her usual "i know better than you" sigh and seemed to be regaining her usual composure.
"I appreciate the help," she said, her mild thankyou was short and quiet so naught but Roddie would hear.
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