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Post by Raz on Mar 21, 2017 19:23:18 GMT
"Hold her still!" The aged medic barked at the youngsters in the room. New blood ran down the edge of his knife as he continued to make the exit wound larger to remove the arrow. Harry was keeping a strong hold on the young Avalon's legs while Desmond fought hard to maintain control of her wings. As the procedure continued Lyvyne began to visibly weaken. As she did Mr.Connolly finished cutting into the poor girl's flesh. He let the knife fall to the floor by the table with a clatter. He took up the tongs and gently gripped the tip of the arrowhead. He pulled carefully feeling only very slight resistance as he extracted the infernal piece of metal. He let the tongs fall to the floor as well.
Having successfully removed the arrow he took up the bottle and tipped it over the wound. The ear piercing screech that cut through the hut left everyone's ears ringing. This was both upsetting and heartening. It meant she still had a large amount of strength left in her if she was able to make sounds like. "Almost done." He said as he took up a needle and thread that his wife had been using before this. He proceeded to sow up both sides of the blood covered joint. At long last he picked up one of the rags he'd been brought and wrapped it around the wound. He sowed both ends of the rag together to keep it in place. He wiped at his sweat covered face, "Alright you can let her go. I'm finished." He said, taking a step back from the table to give Lyvyne space to get up.
"Is she going to be okay?" Asked Desmond. His father looked over to his son and nodded. "As long as she doesn't catch an infection she should recover fine."
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Mar 21, 2017 22:30:20 GMT
Lyvyne is panting heavily from the ordeal. Sweat covers her face and her throat hurts from her screaming. Her wound throbs, but not as painful as it did before. It was a horrible situation, but Featherless kept his word and tended her wound, she owes him her life and a debt she will be determined to repay. Pushing herself up from the table with great effort, her limbs feel like lead and her head spins from the lingering drunkness and pounds from the stress of the surgery. She is exhausted, it feels like an eternity has passed but it has only been an hour and a half at maximum. She sits on the edge of the table, clawed feet dangling in the air and head looking down to the floor, she keeps still a moment until the spinning stops and her breathing reduces to a steady pace, though still heavy.
She looks over her shoulder to examine her wing. It is wrapped in the fabric that was brought in and it feels more comfortable, she doesn't feel the object in there anymore, Featherless was successful in removing it. She knows she can move it more freely now, but she doesn't risk it. She would rather wait until it has healed before stretching it out again. Her adrenaline and the intoxication wears off, she winces and holds a hand against her ribs, it feels one or two are broken from her crash landing, she begins to wonder what other injuries she has suffered from her crash. She looks up to see the three males in front of her, she doesn't feel afraid of them anymore. In fact, she feels in awe by their healing skills, her people only have one doctor and due to their cautious and healthy lifestyle, serious injury is at a low probability. She bows her head, placing a hand on her chest in a respectful gesture. "You have my gratitude, kin. I will repay my debt to you, in the name of my people and their honour." She says softly in her native tongue.
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Post by Raz on Mar 26, 2017 1:03:51 GMT
Mr. Connolly merely shook his head while the boys watched in awe. His voice mimicking her speech, "You owe us nothing, young one. For better," He grimaced thinking how that could go wrong. "Or worse, we help strangers in need. You'll be staying here until that wing of yours is healed up." He held up a hand commanding silence when Lyvyne opened her mouth again. "Non negotiable. Whoever did this to you is still out there and will be waiting for you. You'd be safer here until I can spare this lug to help you to your destination. Now you should get some rest while I get back to work, my wife will be making dinner soon. I hope you don't have anything against chicken." He said with a chuckle. "My name is Jacob, this is my boy Desmond and his friend Harry. They can't understand your tongue but if you need anything ask them. They'll be able to puzzle out the meaning eventually." He turned to his two apprentice healers, "Take her to your room Desmond. Get her anything that she wants. If you hear Kiska, it means water." He said as before grabbing his gloves and heading to his forge.
Harry and Desmond were quick to jump into action. Each took an arm and put it around their shoulders so that they took most of her weight. Despite it not being a leg injury, this much trauma would make most people unsteady. Last thing they wanted was for her to fall over. "Come on Princess." Said Harry as the two men led them to a small room with a little wooden bed with a cloth covered straw matress.
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Post by DodoDestroyer on Mar 26, 2017 15:25:45 GMT
Lyvyne allows herself to be carried, her legs quiver from the trauma of the surgery and she feels like she could fall at any moment without support. She doesn't understand what the one called Harry is saying, she wonders if she could learn their language at some point so she can communicate better. She has time to think of other things and not about her survival, it is then she realises in horror the worst part of this whole ordeal. Her satchel is missing, the one containing the important letter she was tasked to deliver.
As soon as she has been sat down on the wooden bed she begins to speak rapidly in her language. She begins explaining herself as a courier, the importance of the letter containing information about the parasitic plague harming her people she was tasked to deliver and how it has gone missing since her crash. Her expression and tone is desperate, her safety is assured now and she must find the letter! When her words are only met with confused looks, she tries another tactic. She removes the necklace around her neck, pendant hidden beneath her now dirty and ragged outfit. The necklace is a symbol that the courier is given a message of great importance, presenting it to another Avalon is a request for aid in her mission. She presses the pendant into Desmond's hands and looks at him with pleading eyes. "Jacob. T... T-to Jacob." She asks in their strange language. She hopes that she got her meaning across, perhaps the head of the family will understand the symbol's meaning.
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Post by jackygirl on Apr 3, 2017 18:56:30 GMT
The day after the botched revolt Cliff and his Hell-divers were watching the portal-town from the edge of the forest. They had a bit longer before the supply convoy for the other side arrived in town. "What's the deal chief?" Asked Long-arms chewing on some jerky and checking the string on her bow. Cliff stretched, he still wasn't used to being called chief in the army his subordinates had called him "Bloodletter" or just "Sir". "The convoy is gonna go through customs check so the scribblers can make their lists then it'll go through the portal we need to find away to get on-board in between those two steps." Big-back moved up to join them looking over the town and he suddenly swore. "Fuck! It's that bitch if an Overseer." Looking where he was pointing Cliff let out a growl. "What's she doing!?"
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Post by Raz on Apr 8, 2017 1:10:26 GMT
The two men watched with confusion as their guest spoke rapidly in a language that might as well have been from the far eastern reaches of the globe. Desmond and Harry exchanged a look that said they had no idea what she was saying. Harry:"Any idea what she's squawking about?" Desmond shook his head. "Couldn't tell you. Didn't hear any kiska in that so I imagine she's not thirsty." Harry nodded before raising a brow in surprise. "Des, look." He said causing Desmond to look back to Lyvyne as she enclosed her hand around his. His eyes widened in surprise. In his hand he held a pendant of some kind, even more to his surprise she requested for him to take it to his father. "Of course. I'll take it to him right away." He said and raced out of the room, the old wooden door clanging shut behind him.
Harry stared at him as he ran off before looking at the Avalon again. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "You're going to be a pain in my ass I can tell. I don't know what Strider didn't finish you." He says with a pleasant smile. "Kiska?" He asks.
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