Elendor
Battle in Mirkwood - Aftermath
With so many of the healers hurt in the battle, Ranol (who is very much -not- a healer), finds himself doing the job.
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Location: Mirkwood Ruins
Description: [Frarin(#31050)] "Augh! Stop! STOP!" Frarin is yelling again, his voice ragged and gutteral, gasping for breath as he is hauled up. The mangled flesh of his shoulder stretches and the thickening blood begins to run again. His good left leg is pushing at the ground, but the right ankle drags uselessly behind. And yet, despite his complaining and his pained cries, he does eventually make an effort to help Ranol once it is clear the huskarl will not be content with leaving him be. Gripping his hammer like a vice, he continues to push with his left leg until they are well away from the scene of the battle.
"Just shut up and let me get you out of here!" Ranol snaps back, ignoring Frarin's protests. After a few moments another dwarf returns and helps him and they're both able to hustle Frarin back all the quicker. Once they're at the (relative) safety of the camp the Huskarl resists the urge to look for Thari, Gunnarr, or any of the other injured. He focuses on Frarin.
[Thari(#31038)]
Enough of the running and Thari is jostled awake. Her worst wound is staunched against the dwarf's chest, but the lass's nose is still smashed and blood still seeps from her mouth. She breathes raggedly.
Head dangling upside-down, she sees Frarin and Ranol and her lips vaguely form a name.
[Gunnarr(#24380)] Gunnnarr is carried in by two of his fellow warders. His scull is forming several lumps there is a fragment of a spick lodged in his shin and his foot is a crinkled bloody mess. Drifting in and out of consciousness, the dwarf lets out a soft moan every time he is awake only to go silent as he black's out again. The dwarf does not know where he is and his blood loss has made him to weak to move at all.
[Frarin(#31050)] "Du--Dur--in," Frarin huffs, head lolling about wildly, eyes sluggishly opening and closing. "Where--where--z...Th--Thar--i? Where? Wh.." His actions and his words are becoming progressively less comprehensible, but he continues his stuttered, gasping words between laboured breaths. "She--she...here...sh--should...be." A groan of frustration and pain and Frarin's hand forms a fist. His eyes briefly focus on Ranol. "L--leave...it. Me. F--find...h--h--er."
Step one.. stop the bleeding. Easier said than done. Ranol looks up at the clan-karl that aided him in carrying Frarin back, "Halun, find Eirdis -now- and tell her that Thari needs her. I don't care if she's sewing someone's leg back on, just get her back here." Thari knows the most of healing, she needs to be saved.
Ranol starts examining Frarin, trying to find all the sources of bleeding. "Just be quiet. Don't move. Thari is right here. She's much better off than you." He begins fumbling to remove Frarin's armor, his right hand swollen and nearly useless.
[Thari(#31038)]
The blue-bearded dwarf's head lifts as Ranol snaps orders. Huffing loudly this dwarf-- less injured than most, it seems-- carries Thari closer to her cousin. "Come on now, lass, wake up again," he says gruffly while laying her on the ground beside Frarin and Ranol.
[Frarin(#31050)] "Dur--in!" Frarin gasps, teeth grinding together as Ranol attempts to remove his armour. "Stop!" he cries again, giving that ragged cough of someone who would much prefer to either pass out before such an action is attempted or be left to die regardless. But fortunate favours the silversmith at least a little. He obliges moving his left arm over his head to ease the removal of his hauberk, but when he moves his useless right arm, he succumbs to the long-awaited unconsciousness at last. There is a last ragged breath before the eyes roll back into his head and he is still.
Ranol glances up as Thari is moved closer, taking a slow breath, calming himself. "Someone find Gunnarr.." He says softly, to no one in particular. His attention returns to Frarin, and before long the silversmith passes out. Ranol focuses on tending him, and it doesn't take long for the huskarl to exhaust what knowledge he has of binding wounds. When Halun returns to report that Eirdis is 'coming'.. Ranol nods. "Ok.. ahh.. watch his bandages.. If any keep soaking with blood quickly, let me know. They'll need to be sewn." He stands then, looking for Gunnarr.
[Gunnarr(#24380)] Gunnarr's ragged breathing slows a lot since he has rested a while. He cannot see his surroundings does not know where he was or exactly what happened to him anymore. A few moans and gasps escape his lips. He is unable to talk he just makes guttural noises. Finally, mercifully for himself and for the dwarves nearby the young dwarf loses consciousness permanently for the time being.
[Gunnarr(#24380)]
Gunnarr's ragged breathing slows a lot since he has rested a while. He cannot see his surroundings does not know where he was or exactly what happened to him anymore. A few moans and gasps escape his lips. He is unable to talk he just makes guttural noises. Finally, mercifully for himself and for the dwarves nearby the young dwarf loses consciousness permanently for the time being.
[Thari(#31038)]
"Stop the bleeding," Thari says before her eyes even open, muttering to herself wetly. "Sew up the lads, stop the bleeding, stop, bind the wounds, bind..." Her eyes drift open just in time to see Frarin's struggles end. "Aaah!" she cries, then begins to cough. Her good arm reaches for Frarin's head and touches the left side of his face, fingers covering his nose and mouth.
The gravely injured warder is pointed out, and it seems that he has gotten nothing in the way of attention. Ranol licks his lips, then snatches up bandages that another dwarf has been fetching and carries them to Gunnarr's side. "Why isn't there anyone else?.. " He murmurs, hearing Thari's words about training more in healing in his head. Ranol's blue eyes drift to that spike fragment lodged in Gunn's shin and something occurs to him. "Halun! The yellow stuff.. in Thari's wagon.. She has bottles of it!" He sends the dwarf running again and grimaces as he reaches to pull the metal out of Gunnarr.
[Frarin(#31050)] Frarin's armour is removed, mercifully while he was unconscious, and he lays now upon his back, just one of many bloodied dwarves. Thari's hand over his mouth brings him jerking back into consciousness, quite literally, for he attempts to sit up, bending at the waist. This, of course, earns a sharp cry and a groan as he falls back to the earth, left hand once more going to press at the mangled flesh of his right shoulder.
The silversmith's head begins to loll again, tending towards his left side where the skin is not scraped away. There are still flecks of soil pressed into the smears of blood that paint his face and beard. But he turns to his left and his eyes focus. Relief is in his glassy eyes. "Th--Thari."
[Thari(#31038)]
"No!" Thari says as Frarin starts to sit up, and then she coughs hard, her knees curling up around the pain, her skin blanching beneath the blood.
She takes a wheezing breath as he returns to the ground, her good right hand finding the left side of his face. She looks at him while breathing wetly, and her face pinches with sorrow, tears leaking from the corner of her eyes and rolling into the dirt. "Swear to me on something sacred that you will not die before I can fix you."
As soon as Ranol manages to work the steel fragment out of Gunnarr's leg, he tosses it aside and snatches up a thick bandage to press against it. Halun returns with several bottles of the yellowish liquid. "Ok, open one for me, please.. I can't.. " He holds up his swollen hand, barely good for more than applying pressure. He takes the bottle from the karl and pulls away the bandage he's been holding so he can pour it liberally on the wound. Luckily, Gunnarr is unconscious because it would sting something fierce otherwise. "Now, lift his leg and we'll wrap it.. mind his foot. I don't know what to do for that.. or his head." Ranol tightly binds one of the only bleeding wounds on the warder.
[Frarin(#31050)] Frarin gives a great huff of breath and his eyes roll upward in an expression that implies Thari's request is really asking quite a lot. His head lolls some more and he groans. But then his eyes squeeze shut and snap open again and his left hand snakes out to reach for Thari. His head sways to the left to look at her. "S--sw--ear," he manages, voice very rough and gutteral. "B--by...by..." His fingers, still dirty with drying blood, point towards Thari and his lips form her name, but his breathing is very ragged and he only manages a cough this time.
[Gunnarr(#24380)]
The once peacefully sleeping warrior is now fully awake and howling. "OUCH, THAT REALLY REALLY......ing hurt!!!!" The dwarf gasps the force of his yelling almost causes him to sit up but his body collapses on the ground heavily to more curses. Very quickly his somehow newfound strength vanishes and he begins wheezing again. The pain is everywhere at once he cannot feel the various sources for it anymore. He eventually starts to lose feeling possibly as a result of the yellow ointment being applied to him. His blue eyes roll up in their sockets as the world becomes hazy again briefly and then darkness.
[Thari(#31038)]
Thari makes a half-laughing, half-choking sound, then pulls slowly toward him. By feel alone she reaches over his body and tucks his cloak, as much as she can, over the worst of his wounds, curling up a bit to do so. A pained cough won't end and she blanches again. The pain overcomes and she passes out once more, head on the shoulder of the gravely wounded silversmith.
"We should splint his leg.. the foot is all broken, and.. then he can't move it." Ranol looks around for Gimal, but one of the guards is actually still -guarding-.. He looks up at Halun instead, his nurse. "Ok.. we'll sew up Frarin first, then Thari. Eirdis still isn't here, we can't wait. We need needle and thread." The clan-karl starts arguing but Ranol shuts him up and points out again that he's lost all dexterity in his hand. Then the huskarl spends the next couple of hours trying to do the best he can with the knowledge he has. He goes through lots of the yellow ointment, and makes poor Halun stitch things.. but, what else are the dwarves going to do? Die?? Hardly.
"Just shut up and let me get you out of here!" Ranol snaps back, ignoring Frarin's protests. After a few moments another dwarf returns and helps him and they're both able to hustle Frarin back all the quicker. Once they're at the (relative) safety of the camp the Huskarl resists the urge to look for Thari, Gunnarr, or any of the other injured. He focuses on Frarin.
[Thari(#31038)]
Enough of the running and Thari is jostled awake. Her worst wound is staunched against the dwarf's chest, but the lass's nose is still smashed and blood still seeps from her mouth. She breathes raggedly.
Head dangling upside-down, she sees Frarin and Ranol and her lips vaguely form a name.
[Gunnarr(#24380)] Gunnnarr is carried in by two of his fellow warders. His scull is forming several lumps there is a fragment of a spick lodged in his shin and his foot is a crinkled bloody mess. Drifting in and out of consciousness, the dwarf lets out a soft moan every time he is awake only to go silent as he black's out again. The dwarf does not know where he is and his blood loss has made him to weak to move at all.
[Frarin(#31050)] "Du--Dur--in," Frarin huffs, head lolling about wildly, eyes sluggishly opening and closing. "Where--where--z...Th--Thar--i? Where? Wh.." His actions and his words are becoming progressively less comprehensible, but he continues his stuttered, gasping words between laboured breaths. "She--she...here...sh--should...be." A groan of frustration and pain and Frarin's hand forms a fist. His eyes briefly focus on Ranol. "L--leave...it. Me. F--find...h--h--er."
Step one.. stop the bleeding. Easier said than done. Ranol looks up at the clan-karl that aided him in carrying Frarin back, "Halun, find Eirdis -now- and tell her that Thari needs her. I don't care if she's sewing someone's leg back on, just get her back here." Thari knows the most of healing, she needs to be saved.
Ranol starts examining Frarin, trying to find all the sources of bleeding. "Just be quiet. Don't move. Thari is right here. She's much better off than you." He begins fumbling to remove Frarin's armor, his right hand swollen and nearly useless.
[Thari(#31038)]
The blue-bearded dwarf's head lifts as Ranol snaps orders. Huffing loudly this dwarf-- less injured than most, it seems-- carries Thari closer to her cousin. "Come on now, lass, wake up again," he says gruffly while laying her on the ground beside Frarin and Ranol.
[Frarin(#31050)] "Dur--in!" Frarin gasps, teeth grinding together as Ranol attempts to remove his armour. "Stop!" he cries again, giving that ragged cough of someone who would much prefer to either pass out before such an action is attempted or be left to die regardless. But fortunate favours the silversmith at least a little. He obliges moving his left arm over his head to ease the removal of his hauberk, but when he moves his useless right arm, he succumbs to the long-awaited unconsciousness at last. There is a last ragged breath before the eyes roll back into his head and he is still.
Ranol glances up as Thari is moved closer, taking a slow breath, calming himself. "Someone find Gunnarr.." He says softly, to no one in particular. His attention returns to Frarin, and before long the silversmith passes out. Ranol focuses on tending him, and it doesn't take long for the huskarl to exhaust what knowledge he has of binding wounds. When Halun returns to report that Eirdis is 'coming'.. Ranol nods. "Ok.. ahh.. watch his bandages.. If any keep soaking with blood quickly, let me know. They'll need to be sewn." He stands then, looking for Gunnarr.
[Gunnarr(#24380)] Gunnarr's ragged breathing slows a lot since he has rested a while. He cannot see his surroundings does not know where he was or exactly what happened to him anymore. A few moans and gasps escape his lips. He is unable to talk he just makes guttural noises. Finally, mercifully for himself and for the dwarves nearby the young dwarf loses consciousness permanently for the time being.
[Gunnarr(#24380)]
Gunnarr's ragged breathing slows a lot since he has rested a while. He cannot see his surroundings does not know where he was or exactly what happened to him anymore. A few moans and gasps escape his lips. He is unable to talk he just makes guttural noises. Finally, mercifully for himself and for the dwarves nearby the young dwarf loses consciousness permanently for the time being.
[Thari(#31038)]
"Stop the bleeding," Thari says before her eyes even open, muttering to herself wetly. "Sew up the lads, stop the bleeding, stop, bind the wounds, bind..." Her eyes drift open just in time to see Frarin's struggles end. "Aaah!" she cries, then begins to cough. Her good arm reaches for Frarin's head and touches the left side of his face, fingers covering his nose and mouth.
The gravely injured warder is pointed out, and it seems that he has gotten nothing in the way of attention. Ranol licks his lips, then snatches up bandages that another dwarf has been fetching and carries them to Gunnarr's side. "Why isn't there anyone else?.. " He murmurs, hearing Thari's words about training more in healing in his head. Ranol's blue eyes drift to that spike fragment lodged in Gunn's shin and something occurs to him. "Halun! The yellow stuff.. in Thari's wagon.. She has bottles of it!" He sends the dwarf running again and grimaces as he reaches to pull the metal out of Gunnarr.
[Frarin(#31050)] Frarin's armour is removed, mercifully while he was unconscious, and he lays now upon his back, just one of many bloodied dwarves. Thari's hand over his mouth brings him jerking back into consciousness, quite literally, for he attempts to sit up, bending at the waist. This, of course, earns a sharp cry and a groan as he falls back to the earth, left hand once more going to press at the mangled flesh of his right shoulder.
The silversmith's head begins to loll again, tending towards his left side where the skin is not scraped away. There are still flecks of soil pressed into the smears of blood that paint his face and beard. But he turns to his left and his eyes focus. Relief is in his glassy eyes. "Th--Thari."
[Thari(#31038)]
"No!" Thari says as Frarin starts to sit up, and then she coughs hard, her knees curling up around the pain, her skin blanching beneath the blood.
She takes a wheezing breath as he returns to the ground, her good right hand finding the left side of his face. She looks at him while breathing wetly, and her face pinches with sorrow, tears leaking from the corner of her eyes and rolling into the dirt. "Swear to me on something sacred that you will not die before I can fix you."
As soon as Ranol manages to work the steel fragment out of Gunnarr's leg, he tosses it aside and snatches up a thick bandage to press against it. Halun returns with several bottles of the yellowish liquid. "Ok, open one for me, please.. I can't.. " He holds up his swollen hand, barely good for more than applying pressure. He takes the bottle from the karl and pulls away the bandage he's been holding so he can pour it liberally on the wound. Luckily, Gunnarr is unconscious because it would sting something fierce otherwise. "Now, lift his leg and we'll wrap it.. mind his foot. I don't know what to do for that.. or his head." Ranol tightly binds one of the only bleeding wounds on the warder.
[Frarin(#31050)] Frarin gives a great huff of breath and his eyes roll upward in an expression that implies Thari's request is really asking quite a lot. His head lolls some more and he groans. But then his eyes squeeze shut and snap open again and his left hand snakes out to reach for Thari. His head sways to the left to look at her. "S--sw--ear," he manages, voice very rough and gutteral. "B--by...by..." His fingers, still dirty with drying blood, point towards Thari and his lips form her name, but his breathing is very ragged and he only manages a cough this time.
[Gunnarr(#24380)]
The once peacefully sleeping warrior is now fully awake and howling. "OUCH, THAT REALLY REALLY......ing hurt!!!!" The dwarf gasps the force of his yelling almost causes him to sit up but his body collapses on the ground heavily to more curses. Very quickly his somehow newfound strength vanishes and he begins wheezing again. The pain is everywhere at once he cannot feel the various sources for it anymore. He eventually starts to lose feeling possibly as a result of the yellow ointment being applied to him. His blue eyes roll up in their sockets as the world becomes hazy again briefly and then darkness.
[Thari(#31038)]
Thari makes a half-laughing, half-choking sound, then pulls slowly toward him. By feel alone she reaches over his body and tucks his cloak, as much as she can, over the worst of his wounds, curling up a bit to do so. A pained cough won't end and she blanches again. The pain overcomes and she passes out once more, head on the shoulder of the gravely wounded silversmith.
"We should splint his leg.. the foot is all broken, and.. then he can't move it." Ranol looks around for Gimal, but one of the guards is actually still -guarding-.. He looks up at Halun instead, his nurse. "Ok.. we'll sew up Frarin first, then Thari. Eirdis still isn't here, we can't wait. We need needle and thread." The clan-karl starts arguing but Ranol shuts him up and points out again that he's lost all dexterity in his hand. Then the huskarl spends the next couple of hours trying to do the best he can with the knowledge he has. He goes through lots of the yellow ointment, and makes poor Halun stitch things.. but, what else are the dwarves going to do? Die?? Hardly.
Players: Frarin, Thari, Ranol, Gunnarr
Located in: Erebor
