Fantasy The Chronicles of Aloria: The Beginning

[Dagfinn]

Detia shrugged, then walked up to him straightening out his arm slightly as she looked over it.


"Decent," she mumbled, pulling out a bottle from her pockets.


"This'll hurt worse than your injury, but it has lasting effects."

 

[Atom]

"What Kind of lasting effects...?" Vincent asked, starting to pull away.

 

[Dagfinn]

"Calm down," Detia answered, now a bit more serious and way less joky.


"You get hurt again in this general area, it'll regenerate on its own. Too much of the stuff can kill a person, but you only need a drop to fix this mess."

 

[Atom]

Vincent eyed the vial a Moment and then sighed, "Alright..." be grumbled, he disliked the idea But it would be useful perhaps.

 

[Dagfinn]

(( Bottle* ))


Detia popped the cork out of the bottle, holding his arm steady as she let a small drop feel from the lip of the bottle.


Time seemed to freeze once the drop hit his wound, quick the tissue started to regenerate. And quick was to come proudly the worst pain he had ever felt.

 

[Soviet Panda]

The battle had been glorious. The arrival of a wolf, and said wolf fighting alongside him, had been a good omen. He had been a force of destruction, crushing skulls and bones. Using his whole body to trip up and kill foes. His armor had saved him from many a severe injury, for which he thanked his father, bless him. But he still had injurys. The joints kf the armor had been peirced, cutting his joints, cuts on his face. All this he har ignored, lettin himself embrace the battle frenzy. But now, he needed a doctor. He was in pain, and leaning up against a wall, several village women havering around him like concerned hens with a sick chick. They had mended him up as vest they could, but it could have been done better.

 

[Dagfinn]

(( *Cough*Atom*Cough* ))

 

[Kharmin]

<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_02/57a8c1a585e2f_Amberlyn_35.jpg.955897dc3c171c85ce9c3b516dfe418e.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="43450" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_02/57a8c1a585e2f_Amberlyn_35.jpg.955897dc3c171c85ce9c3b516dfe418e.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p> As the battle continued, Amberlyn moved outside to deal with the wounded as they were coming in from the melee. Her immediate triage helped ensure that many who would have perished instead survived and would live to tell their tales.


At the conclusion of the attack, she continued to mill through the wounded. She found a dwarf against one of the clay houses being smothered by some of the elder women's attention. Amberlyn shooed them away and frowned at the poor quality of work they had inflicted upon the small warrior.


"Well," she said, "they meant well, but they simply don't have the appropriate or necessary training." Amberlyn pulled the bandages away with a minimal amount of concern for her patient and rummaged through her satchel. She withdrew a small mortar, and dropped some varied herbs into it. Amberlyn then ground them with her thumb.


"No, it isn't too much turmeric," she said, seemingly to no one. "I know, I know we're low on Yarrow, but this man's wounds require it. Now be quiet and let me do my work." Amberlyn finished her dry concoction and with a pinched thumb and forefinger, snatched some of the power and began to work it into the dwarf's wounds.


"This should help numb the pain some," Amberlyn said to him as she worked, "and keep out the infection while it heals. Feel better?"


@Beowulf

 

[Atom]

Vincent gritted his teeth hard and grunted as he doubled over, fumbling for a small dagger which he soon had in his mouth by the handle, biting it rather than his teeth as he let the arm sag and rode out the pain.

 

[Dagfinn]

Detia took a swig of the bottle, then grimaced as she swallowed. Her first sign that she could actually feel any pain.


"Always so bitter," Detia wiped her mouth, "I like to call 'em Orphan Tears. Hard to come by these day's," she put the bottle away, "pain shouldn't last too much longer. Though the first time is always the worst."

 

[Peaceswore]

Nether was hanging by his legs from a window sill above the two humans. His head was just a foot above the other male, and his bag was swaying back and forth in between the man and women. He wasn't as badly hurt as most of the fighters however he did have a rather bad cut on his thigh. He had healed that the best he could and was letting Fenir get some rest before he left. So right now he was bored and had questions he needed to voice. "Was that a random occurrence or, is this a declaration of war?" He asked out loud not caring if he was wanted or not. "How's the arm?" He asked to the wounded warrior. @Roo

 

[Soviet Panda]

"Ow!" Durin said as the bandages were ripped away. "Why did you..." he began to ask, but was interupted by the new doctor talking to her self, so it seemed. "Who are you?" he began again, and again he was interupted, this time by her rubbing the powder into his wounds. "By the mountains woman. I may be a dwarf but I'm not made of stone." he bellowed like a stuck bull. But he had to admit, the stuff was working, already his arms were going numb.

 

[Kharmin]

<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_02/57a8c1a6e0362_Amberlyn_35.jpg.159dd43c470b4c55c4d203c032496c23.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="43520" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_02/57a8c1a6e0362_Amberlyn_35.jpg.159dd43c470b4c55c4d203c032496c23.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p> Amberlyn gave a wry grin at the dwarf's discomfort. She had worked with troublesome patients many times in the past, but despite all of the man's protests, he at least accepted her ministrations.


"Yeah, sorry about that," she said without a hint of remorse in her tone while she continued to force her powder into the lacerations, "but for this stuff to work, it's got to really get into your wounds."


"My name is Amberlyn, and for today at least I am your healer," she added by way of introduction. "There, that seemed to have stopped the bleeding. How does it feel?"


@Beowulf

 

[Soviet Panda]

"Until my arm went numb? Like someone was grindig sand into it. The enemy's blades hurt less then this." he complained. But that's just how he was, some what bitter at just about everything until he had some alcohol in him.

 

[Kharmin]

Amberlyn snickered at the dwarf's discomfort. "Emily says that you should be grateful for our help," she chided, "and that perhaps you would have preferred to lose your arm to infection." Amberlyn turned her gaze aside. "I think that's selfish of her to say so. Still, I very well couldn't allow these village women to ply their misguided remedies on such a valiant warrior, their good intentions notwithstanding."


@Beowulf

 

[Soviet Panda]

He bristled at her first comment, about wanting to lose his arm and all. He didn't even realize she was refering to somone that he couldn't even see. Yet what she said about him being valient stroked his ego, thouroghly calming him down, and his beard even seamed to puff out a little bit with pride, much like a rooster would do. "Well, I do appreciate it, all the stinging included. Now, a little help up would be nice, considering I can't feel my legs.

 

[Dagfinn]

(( @Atom ! ))

 

[Kharmin]

<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_02/57a8c1aa26aa0_Amberlyn_35.jpg.9e8087d0ca0051ac8aa2d2c11b454291.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="43668" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_02/57a8c1aa26aa0_Amberlyn_35.jpg.9e8087d0ca0051ac8aa2d2c11b454291.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p> Amberlyn extended her hand to help the dwarven warrior to his unsteady feet. "Sorry about the additional numbness," she offered, "but we weren't sure of the dosage having never had the chance to work on a dwarf before."


Then she looked askance. "I know, I was just going to ask," she muttered seemingly to no one. Then, she turned back the still unnamed dwarf. "We were curious," she said to him. "What was it that you were fighting? Someone said undead things?"


Amberlyn looked around at the carnage. She had never dealt with things that ... well, weren't living and the concept of a corpse, animated and able to attack with unrelenting singleness of purpose was a foreign one to her.


"How does one kill something that is already dead?" she asked the dwarf.


@Beowulf

 

[Peaceswore]

"That's fine I'll question the meaning of life else where." Nether muttered as he jumped from the window. He landed by doing a handstand and then gracefully went to his feet. Without a glance to the two he walked off (with a slight limp). He needed to be treated so he looked to see if there was anyone competent or a healer around. After a bit he found a healer attending the dwarf that Fenir had helped earlier. He limped up to the healer and leaned against a nearby wall. "Excuse me miss. But once you are done with him can you help me?" @Kharmin @Beowulf

 

[Soviet Panda]

"Simple, you give it a good whack on the head. And keep doing that until it stops moving. A lot of life's problems can be solved that way." Durin said, a bit unsteady on his feet. Then another character showed up, and a familier dog. "Hey, that was the dog that was my sheild brother in that fight." he said simply, pointing a finger at the dog.

 

[Peaceswore]

Fenir let out a growl at the dwarf and showed it's fangs. "That's Fenir, he doesn't like to be called a dog, since you then think of pet. He is a wolf and my companion." Nether said calmly. Fenir let out a small grunt as agreement before walking up to the dwarf and barking twice before he began to pant. @Beowulf

 

[Kharmin]

<p><a href="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_02/57a8c1ac32658_Amberlyn_35.jpg.73ea4025c4f120886c0c460e66ec96f9.jpg" class="ipsAttachLink ipsAttachLink_image"><img data-fileid="43751" src="<fileStore.core_Attachment>/monthly_2015_02/57a8c1ac32658_Amberlyn_35.jpg.73ea4025c4f120886c0c460e66ec96f9.jpg" class="ipsImage ipsImage_thumbnailed" alt=""></a></p> Amberlyn grinned despite herself at the dwarf's simplistic answer to all of life's ills. It was refreshing to hear another's opinion on the subject; after all, Amberlyn had heard quite enough from Emily lately who seemed to know something about everything.


She noticed the white-haried newcomer and the wolf that accompanied him. The animal seemed tame, and the dwarf accepted it so Amberlyn did as well. Apparently, the wolf – named Fenir – passed for more intelligence than she thought as it seemed defensive over the dwarf's classification of it as a mere dog. Yes, things are much stranger here than in other places we've been, she thought.


The lad mentioned healing and Amberlyn noticed his limp. "Well, as you can still walk," she said, "let's get inside somewhere and then I can take a look and see what might be the problem." Amberlyn turned to the dwarf. "You, too," she ordered. "you need a seat before you fall down."


With orders given, Amberlyn pressed through the trio and headed toward the tavern.


@Beowulf


@Peaceswore

 

[Peaceswore]

"Actually I think all I need is some ale and I'll be all better." Nether said as he made his way to the tavern. Fenir let out a growl at this statement and walked beside Nether. "What? I almost died. I have been scarred for life, though some alcohol will fix that right up." Nether joked which caused Fenir to growl louder. They both stopped and glared at each other for two minutes before Nether let out a sigh. "Fine you damn mutt. I'll let her tend to me then I'm going to have some ale." He muttered as he entered the tavern. Fenir barked happily and followed Nether. "Honestly you can be worse then the monks."


@Kharmin @Beowulf

 

[Dagfinn]

@Atom

 

[Atom]

Detia took a swig of the bottle, then grimaced as she swallowed. Her first sign that she could actually feel any pain.
"Always so bitter," Detia wiped her mouth, "I like to call 'em Orphan Tears. Hard to come by these day's," she put the bottle away, "pain shouldn't last too much longer. Though the first time is always the worst."

Vincent continued as he was for a few more moments before he released a breath and leaned up, "Damn..." He muttered, replacing the dagger and spitting on the ground.