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Post by lloyd on Mar 25, 2016 14:41:52 GMT -5
There was an ache.
Very different from aches one normally feels; this one seemed to go beyond just physical pain. Sure, muscles were trembling with exhaustion and pain, and his head was throbbing, but there was a deeper, much less describable ache. Like the feeling one gets before a massive headache-- that buzzing in the back of the head, the "off" feeling. The difference was that this feeling went all across his body and... his soul? He shook his head and focused on the things around him.
Olek's predicament was much less serious than the others'. Jaz was screaming-- just screaming in pain, as his legs lay twisted before him. Arthas lay writhing on the ground, his arm at an inappropriate angle, switching between muttering and yelling half-coherent supplications to his god. Archimedes sat dazed, blood on his face from a vicious gash in his head, moving erratically, trying to do several things but accomplishing none. Blank was nowhere to be seen.
Olek gazed at all of this in a disbelieving stare, time not even parsing in his brain. He could have been sitting and staring there for minutes or hours. How far did the sun move..? How many times has he heard Arthas repeat that prayer..? Green fields gently whispered in the wind in response. Were they in Sylar's paradise? If so, why was there pain and suffering..?
A strange bird call snapped him back into reality, and Olek bolted to a standing position. His breaths suddenly came quicker and his heart beat like a dancer's boots on a tavern table. For the first time since appearing here, he looked for his things in the fields and then his eyes stopped on the broken hull to the south. They must be there... Blank must be there, she was in the damn cabin when everything went up Andul's arse!
He opened his mouth to shout and immediately felt parched. A ragged, strained voice came out of his throat.
"Arthas, Archie, Jaz... Arthas. You have healing supplies, no? Arthas!" He knelt next to the priest. "We need them now, were they in the cabin? Of the ship?"
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Post by Deleted on Mar 25, 2016 20:51:25 GMT -5
Arthas swallowed hard on the bile rising in his throat as he called out to Mortomal for relief again and again, the pain and inability to contact his god threatened to drown him in despair. "Where have you gone? Have you abandoned me?" he whispered at the sky, tears streaking his face. A moment later Olek was standing over him yelling, "Medicine? Yes, in the cabin.. here, help me up". Arthas grimaced and swayed dangerously as Olek grasped his uninjured hand and hauled him to his feet. Olek gently pushed Arthas toward the remains of the ship incongruously crumpled in the field.
Arthas' head cleared as he moved toward a definite goal, people needed him to act and he would.
"Who's injured Olek?"
"It's Jaz, I think he has it the worse, his legs; they're smashed and twisted and maybe worse."
"Mmmm, I'll need you to be my hands, my arm.. well, we can push it back into socket later, but it's still broken and won't be useful for days even without the break. My prayers, they don't... he can't hear them Olek."
Olek scrambled up the wreckage of the ship and into the cabin and after a moment threw down the Arthas' backpack.
"Is she up there Olek? Blank?"
"Yes, she's pinned, I'll have her free in a moment, see to Jaz!"
Grabbing up the medicine pack Arthas ran the rest of the way back to the gnome who had stopped screaming, his face pale and his breath coming in fast, ragged gasps.
(medicine rolls by whisper in game)
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Post by Corey the GM on Mar 27, 2016 18:03:12 GMT -5
Arthas was having trouble stabilizing the gnome. The pain of broken legs, bones that contused out of the skin spouting blood and other liquids, was draining the life force from Jaz. He was unconscious. His face snowy white and cold to the touch.
Blank was near the wreckage luckily not inside it. She lay about the pasture of wheat with mild wounds but appeared to be better off then the rest of your party. She would awake in the same strange place as the rest of you, with the same strange feeling and thoughts.
The ship was destroyed in shambles strewn out on the sloping field. Small bouts of smoke wafted from its busted hull, which was the only signs of movements that came. The crew that had piloted the small merchant boat were nowhere to be seen or heard.
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Post by lloyd on Mar 27, 2016 19:26:50 GMT -5
While Arthas went back to heal the gnome, Olek ran over to Blank. As he approached , he paused a moment to listen and look for breathing-- seeing that she was alive he then proceeded to do a quick check for obvious injuries.
"Looks like you got off pretty lucky... Or not. Who even knows where we are..."
He sighed. One way or another they would need shelter soon, and he looked up. From what he remembered, there was quite a fall. Someone-- or something surely would have noticed. They needed shelter soon. He looked down at Blank, still unconscious, and examined her face, seeing it completely relaxed for the first time. Sniffing the air and scratching his nose, he looked back at Arthas and Archie, shouting, "She looks to be in one piece! I'll move her over!" and with a grunt, hoisted her surprisingly light frame, and began walking towards the broken and battered group. We will have to survey the wreckage and get our things out of there before we leave... As he approached, he lowered Blank gently, leaning her onto a boulder.
"I will go get our things out of the ship-- looks like it might be catching fire, wouldn't want to lose the only things we own."
With that, he jogged off towards the ship and climbed into it to retrieve the rest of their things; his backpack, sword, shield, chain shirt, and gold; Archimedes' satchel of concoctions and map cases, and Blank's small pack. Tempted as he was, he didn't look in their things-- this was not the time for satisfying greedy curiosities. After taking their things out he looked in the ship for any barrels of water and crates of food. Pragmatic men are harder to kill.
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Post by chris on Mar 30, 2016 7:03:27 GMT -5
Stunned and bedraggled, Mercator sat down to assess the situation. His heart thumped with excitement, while his meticulous brain churned over information taken in from their surroundings. Speaking quietly to himself, he asked, "Where are we?" Then, looking up, he called aloud, "Olek. Did you find my bag? I'll need some of that leaf to calm my nerves, while we determine what happened to us."
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Post by Adam on Mar 30, 2016 11:30:03 GMT -5
Blank slowly regained consciousness. A dull pain began to throb over her body and in the back of her mind. Her eyes slowly opened as a weak groan escaped her lips. A sudden remembrance of what had happened on the ship caused her to stand up immediately. She was made aware of her injuries instantly and eased herself back onto the rock behind her.
Blank then noticed her pack was missing. She panicked and look around the area before noticing Olek approaching with it in hand. She snatched it from his hand and set it down to look through it. "Please tell me you didn't look in it." After a quick rummage, and finding nothing missing, she calmed down. Blank realized what she had just done and felt embarrassed over her sudden outburst. Her faced was flushed, "Um, thank you," she said as she avoided eye contact with Olek.
She surveyed the immediate area and saw nothing familiar or any distinguishing landmarks. "Does anyone have any ideas as to where we might be?"
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Post by lloyd on Mar 30, 2016 15:31:03 GMT -5
Chuckling at her initial kneejerk reaction, Olek said "No problem, we're all in the same boat. So to speak, ahem." He continued over to Archimedes with the satchel full of things only the strange cartographer knew how to use. "Here-- I think that is everything. We might need to bandage that gash up, I've seen head wounds fester before-- not pretty, and the stench is inescapable." It took a short look at Arthas' serious, pale, worried face to know Jaz was not in good shape. He walked over. "How is he? Do you need any help from me? Want to get that shoulder back in its socket? Sadly, I can't find my wineskin to ease the process."
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