Elendor
Gunnarr Gets Better Care
Poor Gunnarr finally gets some real medical attention from Eirdis, Ranol begins showing the stress of so many of his friends hurt.
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Location: Mirkwood
IC Time: Morning
Description: Ranol finally managed to catch a few hours of sleep. It's been a day and a half since the battle now, but with such limited medical care and constant need for movement, the dwarven patients aren't recovering as fast as they might. Ranol heads into the wagon where Gunnarr is recovering with a bucket of clean water and some fresh towels, planning to clean him up better since the night before's crude patch job.
[Gunnarr(#24380)] Gunnarr's condition looks a tad bit better since last night. It does appear that he is no longer at death's door at least for the time being. His worst wound is on his chest where the crudest patch work is. His tunic is ripped open and there is some stitchwork so the wound is closed. Though there are still spike splinters from Lorbag's maul hammer that have not yet been removed. The skin is a greenish-purple color and looks like itr is probably going to be infected. His foot is in better shape. The splint has held up but the bandages need changing. His head is wrapped completly up in bandages so that you can only see his eyes and mouth. Currently he is asleep, still out of it since last night.
Eirdis has been working flat out since the battle, and has only now had the time to see to Gunnarr. She quietly knocks on the door of the wagon, then turns the knob and enters, heavily laden with supplies. She has a badly broken nose, having been accidentally hit by a thrashing dwarf who was delirious when she was trying to treat him. Wrinkling her nose at the telltale smell of newly infected flesh, the lass limps in on slightly unsteady feet, her left ankle having been badly sprained. Other than those two injuries, she hasn't been hurt, but she hasn't slept at all since the battle, either.
Ranol kneels down next to where Gunnarr sleeps on the wagon floor, carefully setting down the bucket of water. He pulls away the bandages on Gunnarr's chest and frowns at the area around his poor work. He reaches to dip one of the towels into the fresh water, then gently dabs at the area around the wound. He glances up at the knock, and breathes a sigh of relief when Eirdis shows herself. "I don't know what to do with this.."
[Gunnarr(#24380)] Gunnarr stirrs as he feels the sharp pang as his chest is being examined. He can still feel the pounding headach in his head, but his feet are numb, luckly. Or at least Gunnarr thinks its lucky since he can't feel pain from that particular wound.
Eventually his eyes open slowly and he looks around the cabin. His vision is still blurry but he can just make out that he is in a wagon and there is a dwarf beside him, tending his wounds. Relief spreads through him as he realizes he hasn't been captured by orcs.
Eirdis sets her things down near Gunnarr and smiles slightly at Ranol and his words. "You did well, Ranol, for knowing very little of healing. We'll need to have those spikes out as soon as possible, if not right away.." She kneels on Gunnarr's other side across from Ranol, taking out ointment and fresh bandages. "Do you think between the two of us, that you could hold him still while I remove the spikes? If they don't come out, they'll become even more festered. Seeing as the blasted things are in his chest, he could easily develop blood poisoning from the infection. I have everything I need with me, it's only a matter of whether or not he can be still enough so that I won't do any more damage if he should thrash about."
"I can hold him.." Ranol answers in a soft voice. Frarin is in here as well, but well asleep. The silversmith was battered very badly as well. Ranol came out of the battle better than most. His right hand is broken from a hammer smashing it, but other than that he only has a few bruises. The huskarl gingerly moves to place his knee gently against Gunnar's hip, and then his left hand on the warder's shoulder. "Ready.."
[Gunnarr(#24380)] Gunnarr's eyes consentrate on one of the dwarves and he trys to focus his vision unsuccesfully. He does catch the black hair and short beard. "Ran..is..at...ou?" he mumbles, the pain in his head and chest spikeing as he talks. He gives out a groan and turns his head away to see anouther dwarf on his other side. he does not recognize this one though. Gunnarr swallows hard and closes his eyes but does not go completly out.
Eirdis frowns slightly and carefully helps Gunnarr to open his mouth, then places a leather belt between his teeth, murmuring into her patient's ear soothingly, "So you don't bite your tongue off, lad. Just breathe deeply and it'll be over quick as a flash." Steeling herself, she takes one spike with both hands firmly, glancing at Ranol and counting so he can hold him more tightly when he'll undoubtably need to. "One, two.. Three." On 'three' she removes the first spike, then grabs a wad of ointment-soaked bandages to make sure the warder doesn't bleed to death. Inhaling a shaky breath, Eirdis frowns and examines the spike for a moment, then checks the wound for any other debris. "Thank Durin the stupid thing came out cleanly. If it had barbs on the tips.. Well, I won't tell you what might have had to be done." She checks Gunnarr, gently patting his brow with a cool cloth.
"Aye, brother. Don't try to talk. Just lay still." Ranol watches Eirdis, and when she starts pulling out the metal shard out he holds the dwarf in place. If the huskarl was ever squeamish, it's long since passed on this caravan. "Gunnarr, you made us all proud, fighting that urak alone like that. You came to my aid, truely brave."
[Gunnarr(#24380)] Gunnar's body tenses up suddenly then shakes slightly as a spike is removed. Too weak to really bight the cloth or cry out he just gives a soft moan. Tears well up in his eyeys. Realizing that this is just one of several more spikes to come out. He trys to relax himself and prepare for what is to come.
Immin paces around the perimeter of the camp. One of the few uninjured, the Dwarf has set for himself the task of keeping all the wounded and their helpers safe from harm. He holds in the crook of his arm his mighty war axe as he peers out into the great beyond.
Something moves out there and Immin turns to look hard. After a moment, he turns away, deciding his eyes are playing tricks on him.
Eirdis smiles warmly at Gunnarr and counts again, quietly, while she removes another spike and dabs the wound with an antiseptic ointment on a wad of fresh bandages. Taking a needle and thread, she quickly and deflty removes any stitches and resticthes the dwarf's wounds, as straight and as close as possible. She then removesd the rest of the smaller spikes quickly, repairing some of the damage done while stitching, then she wraps Gunnarr's chest firmly in clean bandages. "Now, then.. If you'll please tell me where else you hurt, cousin Gunnarr, I'll see to your injuries best as I can."
[Gunnarr(#24380)] Gunnarr's body tenses, shakes and then relaxes after each spike is drawn out. When he hears the healer's question he motions to his head and then his leg. When he points to his head he coughs and mumbles, everywhere."
Ranol eases his weight back once Eirdis is finished, then gathers up the dirty bandages, wrapping them into one thick wad. "His foot is broken, crushed by a hammer.. He was hit in the head too. Pretty bad." The huskarl stands, scouping up the dirty linen as he rises. "I'll be back quickly. I'll get you some more clean bandages." He moves to step out of the cart, hopping down to the ground.
Immin snaps around at the movements of Ranol, but seeing as it is one of his own kind, he relaxes and goes back to keeping watch.
[Gunnarr(#24380)] Gunnarr's chest feels slightly better with the new stitching. His head however is still causing him a lot of grief. With the exit of the two dwarves from the wagon and thus the dissaperance of anything to hold the wounded dwarf's attention, he lies back and falls asleep.
"Sorry, cousin.." Ranol says when he startles Immin. "We're all jumpy, it seems." He adds, looking around at the forboding woods slowly. The dirty linen is tossed in a bigger pile on the ground outside the wagon.
Immin shrugs and shakes his head. "Jumpy, no. Ready for anything, yes." Despite the situation of the group, this one looks like he's ready for more battle as his eyes glower.
Ranol nods. "That's good.. " He holds up his bandaged hand, "Can't grip anything with this, foul orcs." He spits on the ground, then runs his uninjured hand through his black hair. "Have you slept yet, cousin? Since the battle?" So many are pushing themselves. Ranol has been ordering his own soldiers to get rest, but doesn't have any solid authority over the others.
Immin glances Ranol's way again and shrugs. "The wounded must be protected. It is my watch again. Later when I am relieved, I will take my meal and rest for a short while."
[Gunnarr(#24380)]
Voices outside the wagon wake Gunnarr up. He listens for a while and recognizes Immin's voice talking with Ranols. He feels around his chest and tries unsuccessfully to clench his hands. The chest is starting to become numb as well which may or may not be a good sign. The dwarf doesn't know.
Ranol nods again and seems about to comment further when he hears the sound of movement behind him. He glances back into the wagon where Gunnarr rests and sees him moving about. He frowns and hurries back up into the wagon and to the warder's side. "Don't move, Gunnarr. Leave the wound be. Eirdis has seen to it." The huskarl reaches to gently, but forcefully pull Gunn's hand away.
Immin finds a stump to sit upon and he takes out a stone from his pocket and begins to meticulously sharpen the blade of his axe while turning his gaze this way and that.
[Gunnarr(#24380)] "It..numb" The dwarf gasps. Now it seems like the only thing he can feel is the pounding sensation in his head like its being pounded against an anvil. "Is numb bad?" The dwarf looks inquistitivly at Ranol. "Head still pounding."
"Shhh. Don't worry. Eirdis knows what she's doing. Just relax. Are you thirsty?" He tries to keep his voice soft, mindful of the headache Gunnarr is complaining of. He reaches for a water skin, then sighs in frustration when he finds it empty. He pokes his head out of the wagon, "Immin, would you mind fetching some water, please?"
Immin looks up and around, still busy with with guard duty and he frowns. "Is there no one else who isn't on watch? If I leave my post, my superiors will punish me for putting the camp at risk..."
[Gunnarr(#24380)] Gunnarr relaxes a little bit at Ranol's words. He lies still and looks up at the cealing trying to exercize his mouth with extreme difficulty, waiting for the water promised to present itself.
"Then tell them the Huskarl of Bundazanul told you to do it, and I'll answer to them. It won't take more than a minute or two. I can't leave him alone, he's out of his senses and may injure himself more. We still have the Beornings patrolling the woods around us." Ranol doesn't sound happy about reducing the defense, but he doesn't want Gunnarr undoing all the good that Eirdis just did.
Immin frowns more, but gets up to fetch water, leaving his sector woefully undefended.
[Gunnarr(#24380)] Gunnarr gives off a series of chokes that may be interpreted as laughing if one was cynacal enough to call it that. "Immin,...zealus...in...duty" He gives a very slight nod of approval and closes his eyes a little. "Nothing for headache?" He asks sadly.
Ranol looks back in concern when Gunnarr begins choking, hurrying back to his side in case he coughs up more blood. "I'm sorry, brother.. I don't know anything about medicines. I'll ask Thari if she wakes later."
Immin quickly brings water in a large bucket so that it will be in great supply for awhile and then he hurries back to his post. The dwarf looks this way and that to make sure that all is well and that he has not shamed himself, his family, his father's memory, his clan and King Dain.
[Gunnarr(#24380)] Gunnarr looks happy as the water comes. He dips his hands in the bucket absent mindedly and looks around for the dwarf that brought the water but he is already gone.
"Thank you, Immin. I appreciate it." Ranol says as he reaches for a cup. When he looks back and sees Gunnarr dipping his hand in he hurridly reaches to pull it away. "Lay back! I'll help you. Your hands are covered in blood, brother.. you'll dirty the water." The huskarl fills the cup and presses it to Gunn's hand, then reaches to help him prop his head up.
Immin pulls a dirk from his belt and throws hard at a large critter! The blade sinks deep into the creature and Immin goes to collect it. "Fresh meat for dinner.
[Gunnarr(#24380)] Gunnarr takes up the cup gratefully to his lips and drinks. After draining the whole glass, the dwarf asks for anouther and anouther, He has not ate or drank in two days after all. Finnally satisfied the dwarf leans back to the wagon bed. His headache seems to subside a little and Gunnarr takes thiss oppertunity to close his eyes and go to sleep.
Ranol stops him after two cups, not wanting him to overdo it. "Get some sleep, brother." The huskarl says, then checks on the other wounded in the wagon before heading out into the morning air again. He glances over at Immin again, grinning at the catch. "That sounds good!"
"It's enough to feed me and my mates in our wagon..." Immin shrugs and puts the thing in a large pouch for later gutting and cooking. He goes back to watching.
Ranol nods, then moves on to find his Thane, needing to report to Braldor about a great many things and find out what is to be done for the day.
[Gunnarr(#24380)] Gunnarr's condition looks a tad bit better since last night. It does appear that he is no longer at death's door at least for the time being. His worst wound is on his chest where the crudest patch work is. His tunic is ripped open and there is some stitchwork so the wound is closed. Though there are still spike splinters from Lorbag's maul hammer that have not yet been removed. The skin is a greenish-purple color and looks like itr is probably going to be infected. His foot is in better shape. The splint has held up but the bandages need changing. His head is wrapped completly up in bandages so that you can only see his eyes and mouth. Currently he is asleep, still out of it since last night.
Eirdis has been working flat out since the battle, and has only now had the time to see to Gunnarr. She quietly knocks on the door of the wagon, then turns the knob and enters, heavily laden with supplies. She has a badly broken nose, having been accidentally hit by a thrashing dwarf who was delirious when she was trying to treat him. Wrinkling her nose at the telltale smell of newly infected flesh, the lass limps in on slightly unsteady feet, her left ankle having been badly sprained. Other than those two injuries, she hasn't been hurt, but she hasn't slept at all since the battle, either.
Ranol kneels down next to where Gunnarr sleeps on the wagon floor, carefully setting down the bucket of water. He pulls away the bandages on Gunnarr's chest and frowns at the area around his poor work. He reaches to dip one of the towels into the fresh water, then gently dabs at the area around the wound. He glances up at the knock, and breathes a sigh of relief when Eirdis shows herself. "I don't know what to do with this.."
[Gunnarr(#24380)] Gunnarr stirrs as he feels the sharp pang as his chest is being examined. He can still feel the pounding headach in his head, but his feet are numb, luckly. Or at least Gunnarr thinks its lucky since he can't feel pain from that particular wound.
Eventually his eyes open slowly and he looks around the cabin. His vision is still blurry but he can just make out that he is in a wagon and there is a dwarf beside him, tending his wounds. Relief spreads through him as he realizes he hasn't been captured by orcs.
Eirdis sets her things down near Gunnarr and smiles slightly at Ranol and his words. "You did well, Ranol, for knowing very little of healing. We'll need to have those spikes out as soon as possible, if not right away.." She kneels on Gunnarr's other side across from Ranol, taking out ointment and fresh bandages. "Do you think between the two of us, that you could hold him still while I remove the spikes? If they don't come out, they'll become even more festered. Seeing as the blasted things are in his chest, he could easily develop blood poisoning from the infection. I have everything I need with me, it's only a matter of whether or not he can be still enough so that I won't do any more damage if he should thrash about."
"I can hold him.." Ranol answers in a soft voice. Frarin is in here as well, but well asleep. The silversmith was battered very badly as well. Ranol came out of the battle better than most. His right hand is broken from a hammer smashing it, but other than that he only has a few bruises. The huskarl gingerly moves to place his knee gently against Gunnar's hip, and then his left hand on the warder's shoulder. "Ready.."
[Gunnarr(#24380)] Gunnarr's eyes consentrate on one of the dwarves and he trys to focus his vision unsuccesfully. He does catch the black hair and short beard. "Ran..is..at...ou?" he mumbles, the pain in his head and chest spikeing as he talks. He gives out a groan and turns his head away to see anouther dwarf on his other side. he does not recognize this one though. Gunnarr swallows hard and closes his eyes but does not go completly out.
Eirdis frowns slightly and carefully helps Gunnarr to open his mouth, then places a leather belt between his teeth, murmuring into her patient's ear soothingly, "So you don't bite your tongue off, lad. Just breathe deeply and it'll be over quick as a flash." Steeling herself, she takes one spike with both hands firmly, glancing at Ranol and counting so he can hold him more tightly when he'll undoubtably need to. "One, two.. Three." On 'three' she removes the first spike, then grabs a wad of ointment-soaked bandages to make sure the warder doesn't bleed to death. Inhaling a shaky breath, Eirdis frowns and examines the spike for a moment, then checks the wound for any other debris. "Thank Durin the stupid thing came out cleanly. If it had barbs on the tips.. Well, I won't tell you what might have had to be done." She checks Gunnarr, gently patting his brow with a cool cloth.
"Aye, brother. Don't try to talk. Just lay still." Ranol watches Eirdis, and when she starts pulling out the metal shard out he holds the dwarf in place. If the huskarl was ever squeamish, it's long since passed on this caravan. "Gunnarr, you made us all proud, fighting that urak alone like that. You came to my aid, truely brave."
[Gunnarr(#24380)] Gunnar's body tenses up suddenly then shakes slightly as a spike is removed. Too weak to really bight the cloth or cry out he just gives a soft moan. Tears well up in his eyeys. Realizing that this is just one of several more spikes to come out. He trys to relax himself and prepare for what is to come.
Immin paces around the perimeter of the camp. One of the few uninjured, the Dwarf has set for himself the task of keeping all the wounded and their helpers safe from harm. He holds in the crook of his arm his mighty war axe as he peers out into the great beyond.
Something moves out there and Immin turns to look hard. After a moment, he turns away, deciding his eyes are playing tricks on him.
Eirdis smiles warmly at Gunnarr and counts again, quietly, while she removes another spike and dabs the wound with an antiseptic ointment on a wad of fresh bandages. Taking a needle and thread, she quickly and deflty removes any stitches and resticthes the dwarf's wounds, as straight and as close as possible. She then removesd the rest of the smaller spikes quickly, repairing some of the damage done while stitching, then she wraps Gunnarr's chest firmly in clean bandages. "Now, then.. If you'll please tell me where else you hurt, cousin Gunnarr, I'll see to your injuries best as I can."
[Gunnarr(#24380)] Gunnarr's body tenses, shakes and then relaxes after each spike is drawn out. When he hears the healer's question he motions to his head and then his leg. When he points to his head he coughs and mumbles, everywhere."
Ranol eases his weight back once Eirdis is finished, then gathers up the dirty bandages, wrapping them into one thick wad. "His foot is broken, crushed by a hammer.. He was hit in the head too. Pretty bad." The huskarl stands, scouping up the dirty linen as he rises. "I'll be back quickly. I'll get you some more clean bandages." He moves to step out of the cart, hopping down to the ground.
Immin snaps around at the movements of Ranol, but seeing as it is one of his own kind, he relaxes and goes back to keeping watch.
[Gunnarr(#24380)] Gunnarr's chest feels slightly better with the new stitching. His head however is still causing him a lot of grief. With the exit of the two dwarves from the wagon and thus the dissaperance of anything to hold the wounded dwarf's attention, he lies back and falls asleep.
"Sorry, cousin.." Ranol says when he startles Immin. "We're all jumpy, it seems." He adds, looking around at the forboding woods slowly. The dirty linen is tossed in a bigger pile on the ground outside the wagon.
Immin shrugs and shakes his head. "Jumpy, no. Ready for anything, yes." Despite the situation of the group, this one looks like he's ready for more battle as his eyes glower.
Ranol nods. "That's good.. " He holds up his bandaged hand, "Can't grip anything with this, foul orcs." He spits on the ground, then runs his uninjured hand through his black hair. "Have you slept yet, cousin? Since the battle?" So many are pushing themselves. Ranol has been ordering his own soldiers to get rest, but doesn't have any solid authority over the others.
Immin glances Ranol's way again and shrugs. "The wounded must be protected. It is my watch again. Later when I am relieved, I will take my meal and rest for a short while."
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Voices outside the wagon wake Gunnarr up. He listens for a while and recognizes Immin's voice talking with Ranols. He feels around his chest and tries unsuccessfully to clench his hands. The chest is starting to become numb as well which may or may not be a good sign. The dwarf doesn't know.
Ranol nods again and seems about to comment further when he hears the sound of movement behind him. He glances back into the wagon where Gunnarr rests and sees him moving about. He frowns and hurries back up into the wagon and to the warder's side. "Don't move, Gunnarr. Leave the wound be. Eirdis has seen to it." The huskarl reaches to gently, but forcefully pull Gunn's hand away.
Immin finds a stump to sit upon and he takes out a stone from his pocket and begins to meticulously sharpen the blade of his axe while turning his gaze this way and that.
[Gunnarr(#24380)] "It..numb" The dwarf gasps. Now it seems like the only thing he can feel is the pounding sensation in his head like its being pounded against an anvil. "Is numb bad?" The dwarf looks inquistitivly at Ranol. "Head still pounding."
"Shhh. Don't worry. Eirdis knows what she's doing. Just relax. Are you thirsty?" He tries to keep his voice soft, mindful of the headache Gunnarr is complaining of. He reaches for a water skin, then sighs in frustration when he finds it empty. He pokes his head out of the wagon, "Immin, would you mind fetching some water, please?"
Immin looks up and around, still busy with with guard duty and he frowns. "Is there no one else who isn't on watch? If I leave my post, my superiors will punish me for putting the camp at risk..."
[Gunnarr(#24380)] Gunnarr relaxes a little bit at Ranol's words. He lies still and looks up at the cealing trying to exercize his mouth with extreme difficulty, waiting for the water promised to present itself.
"Then tell them the Huskarl of Bundazanul told you to do it, and I'll answer to them. It won't take more than a minute or two. I can't leave him alone, he's out of his senses and may injure himself more. We still have the Beornings patrolling the woods around us." Ranol doesn't sound happy about reducing the defense, but he doesn't want Gunnarr undoing all the good that Eirdis just did.
Immin frowns more, but gets up to fetch water, leaving his sector woefully undefended.
[Gunnarr(#24380)] Gunnarr gives off a series of chokes that may be interpreted as laughing if one was cynacal enough to call it that. "Immin,...zealus...in...duty" He gives a very slight nod of approval and closes his eyes a little. "Nothing for headache?" He asks sadly.
Ranol looks back in concern when Gunnarr begins choking, hurrying back to his side in case he coughs up more blood. "I'm sorry, brother.. I don't know anything about medicines. I'll ask Thari if she wakes later."
Immin quickly brings water in a large bucket so that it will be in great supply for awhile and then he hurries back to his post. The dwarf looks this way and that to make sure that all is well and that he has not shamed himself, his family, his father's memory, his clan and King Dain.
[Gunnarr(#24380)] Gunnarr looks happy as the water comes. He dips his hands in the bucket absent mindedly and looks around for the dwarf that brought the water but he is already gone.
"Thank you, Immin. I appreciate it." Ranol says as he reaches for a cup. When he looks back and sees Gunnarr dipping his hand in he hurridly reaches to pull it away. "Lay back! I'll help you. Your hands are covered in blood, brother.. you'll dirty the water." The huskarl fills the cup and presses it to Gunn's hand, then reaches to help him prop his head up.
Immin pulls a dirk from his belt and throws hard at a large critter! The blade sinks deep into the creature and Immin goes to collect it. "Fresh meat for dinner.
[Gunnarr(#24380)] Gunnarr takes up the cup gratefully to his lips and drinks. After draining the whole glass, the dwarf asks for anouther and anouther, He has not ate or drank in two days after all. Finnally satisfied the dwarf leans back to the wagon bed. His headache seems to subside a little and Gunnarr takes thiss oppertunity to close his eyes and go to sleep.
Ranol stops him after two cups, not wanting him to overdo it. "Get some sleep, brother." The huskarl says, then checks on the other wounded in the wagon before heading out into the morning air again. He glances over at Immin again, grinning at the catch. "That sounds good!"
"It's enough to feed me and my mates in our wagon..." Immin shrugs and puts the thing in a large pouch for later gutting and cooking. He goes back to watching.
Ranol nods, then moves on to find his Thane, needing to report to Braldor about a great many things and find out what is to be done for the day.
Players: Eirdis, Gunnarr, Ranol, Immin
Located in: Erebor
