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Post by Saera Malorian on Nov 13, 2014 13:12:36 GMT
Saera stepped a few paces forward, still holding the lemur. She yelled at one of her men to fetch the surgeon, suddenly aware of how her men were watching the incident in shock.
"Now let's have an end to this. Be still, Turott, you need to be be bandaged, and quickly."
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Post by Jano Turott on Nov 13, 2014 14:26:20 GMT
"Saera... Do me a favor and remind me of never being a gentleman again." Jano said trying to fight the pain, with rumor uncharacteristic of someone in his situation.
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Post by Saera Malorian on Nov 13, 2014 14:30:28 GMT
She smiled very slightly as one of her men was seen hurrying away at her command. "Certainly."
She gave Mara a wary, sidelong glance, reflecting that attempting to befriend people from Asshai was certainly not worth the effort.
"I could send one of my men to fetch the bottle of Tyroshi brandy in my tent. Would that ease the pain while we wait for the surgeon?"
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Post by Jano Turott on Nov 13, 2014 14:52:04 GMT
"Brandy... Yes, yes please." Jano said, if he remembered something from his history of injuries it was that he had to stay awake.
"It's... It's not my first arrow, you see. Had one in my chest once, right side, my first. Filthy dothraki bastard that one... " He swallowed dry. "But never in the guts, they say it's the worst. Isn't it?"
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Post by Saera Malorian on Nov 13, 2014 15:39:13 GMT
"I don't know. Best ask her," she said, indicating Mara. "We'll sort you out, my friend. Ah, archers are the demons of the battlefield."
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Post by Mara on Nov 13, 2014 17:17:52 GMT
Mara did not shoot again, as apparently after the first arrow she did all the fighting had stopped. She had come for target practice, and she had completed that, aim as good as ever.
She approached the group, if only to get past them to return to the irregulars tent area.
"Stand with your men? she mocked in her native language as she walked past, "see now, Bad Officer, how one capable person, beats 10 unskilled any day."
With that she left the training area to find some shade.
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Post by Jano Turott on Nov 13, 2014 18:56:36 GMT
"Again, Saera do me a favor and remind me to kill that cunt." Janos said.
"Walk away, Assha'i witch! The next time you won't be so lu..." He tried to call her out, but it was too much for him at the moment, his sentence ended with the soft whiz of him losing his breath.
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Post by Ibbit Jib on Nov 13, 2014 19:19:25 GMT
Ibbit gets up after seeing a colorful butterfly floating around and starts to chase it is it flies away.
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Post by Saera Malorian on Nov 13, 2014 19:32:13 GMT
"Forget the witch," Saera said. "They are all mad in Asshai, my uncle said. He used to tell me stories of how they drink blood and shade of the evening and feast on human flesh. I laughed it off at the time, but I begin to wonder if it was the wickedness of Asshai that caused the Doom. We will have to be on our guard, my friend."
Her soldier came back with the bottle of brandy. which Saera uncorked before handing it to Jano. Some distance away, the healer could be seen coming towards them, though not fast enough for Saera's liking
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Post by Qaeyn Ostazar on Nov 13, 2014 20:14:09 GMT
Qaeyn had been enjoying a meal when some men came through the camp, shouting about someone getting hit by an arrow and needing treatment. The Ghiscari Sarnori made his way towards the training grounds, and was surprised to see who lay on the ground, black shaft jetting from his abdomen, and the woman who lay besides him, approaching the group.
"So..." he said with his hands on his hips, looking down at the arrow in Janos's gut, "Looks like someones having a bad day." He said as he bent down to get a closer look at the wound, and see if there was anything he could do. He'd done some tending on the road a few occasions in his past, with some experience, but he was unsure if he could treat this one.
{{Rolling for assessing and treating janos's wounds; 3d Healing (1b Treat Injury), 2d Awareness.}}
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Post by Raithe Nightwalker on Nov 13, 2014 20:28:53 GMT
(Alright so here the admin would acertain the difficulty of the action performed, in this case safely removing an arrow from a man's gut. I set the difficulty at challenging (9) which Qaeyn will need to beat in order to help. He has a 3 Healing (1b Treat Injuries), so he rolls 4 dice and takes the best 3. He rolls a 10, so he passes with 1 degree of success. Jano will suffer -1d to all physical rolls for a week to account for the injury, but after that he will return to normal without any further hindrance. Additional degrees of success would have sped up the healing process. If no healer had been available, Jano would have had to test his endurance instead, and a failure would have given him an additional wound. This is an easy way to get yourself killed.)
Qaeyn manages (after Jano had drunk a substantial amount of the brandy) to remove the arrow from the man's gut without causing damage to any of the surrounding internal organs. He bandages the wound well enough and the men hoist Jano back to his tent on a makeshift stretcher for some bedrest.
(Jano will recover from his wounds in 1 in game week without further complication. Any strenuous activity, however, wil require an endurance test)
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Post by Jano Turott on Nov 13, 2014 20:36:58 GMT
"Qaeyn... I'm in your debt." Jano told the Cavarly Commander after the deal had been done. He tried to get up, but half way through decided that it was not the best option. "If I had that arrown inside me for another second I'd have tried to take it off myself."
"I need to rest somewhere cozier than the hard ground." He motioned to some of his own men who had been training. "Take me to my pavilion... Not of course I don't want you to carry me, get a fucking litter."
Before being taken away he motioned to Maelys to jump on his lap, and so the lemur did.
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Post by Qaeyn Ostazar on Nov 13, 2014 20:42:14 GMT
"Just take care to not reopen your wounds. If you do you might bleed out." Qaeyn says as he watches the men take Jano away as he rinses off his hands of blood using a small bowl of water, shaking them dry and flexing his 4 fingers. His hands were shaking a bit, knowing he'd been so close to making the wound worse, and he thanked whatever gods he could remember for the multiple lands he'd traveled that he'd managed to pull it off.
"Bet a fistful of coppers the fool will do something stupid before his wound heals..." He mutters with a small and tense laugh, feeling a bit more relaxed with saying such things aloud. His eyes went to one of the sacks of brandy they'd used to get jano nice and drunk for the procedure, picking it up and swishing it around, hearing there was a little bit left.
He shrugged and took a swig, not wanting to let it go to waste.
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Post by Saera Malorian on Nov 13, 2014 21:04:43 GMT
Saera had taken a few swigs herself. She hadn't many bottles of brandy left now and wanted to savour what was left. After all, she didn't usually bother sharing it with anyone at all.
I'll keep and eye on master Turott," Saera vowed.
she returned to training her men, and her shift in temper was immediately obvious.
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Post by Draconis Sha'sar on Nov 14, 2014 18:54:08 GMT
Letting out a quiet laugh, Draconis kicked off of the box he'd been resting on and made his way a off of the training field. His original intent had been to see if the companion of the Nightwalker could put up more than he did, and was now thoroughly amused, certain she could at least shoot a bow. Truth be told, he was slightly envious he hadn't been allowed to shoot the man instead.
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