“What Happened?”

The noise of the armored dwarf’s clatterous fall rang through through the night, but followed by a sudden, nearly-complete silence. The fall of the indomitable dwarf stunned all but the crickets, who still faithfully chirped their evening forecast. Hasan could hear it. The crickets felt the night would stay hot.

Hasan hunched toward the dwarf. He grasped an arm with his own lone usable hand and heaved. The dwarf’s body moved three inches. The elf’s strength was too little.

But two steps behind Hasan, Stephan also moved out to bring the noble Feldard back. He reached to assist Hasan. Despite the dwarf’s size, he weight was considerable but together, though the elf’s arm was wounded, they brought the dwarf toward safety.

“Damn! Foolish dwarf playing the hero once again.” Maruc helped the others haul the unconscious dwarf through the doorway. “I hope one day he’ll learn. Irina! Irina! I hope you have performed your rites! He is bleeding out.”

Miklos pulled the table across after the others had pulled the dwarf through, wedging it into place he slumped uselessly against it watching with horror the pale warrior fight for his life.

“Kuzma, please, Feldard is gravely wounded,“ called Stephan. “He needs your attention.”

Stephan did his best to unbuckle the dwarf’s armor and helm. The welt on the dwarf’s skull looked hideous. Stephan’s lips tightened. He’s seen this sort of wound before and witnessed the after effects which left the poor soul witless. But this was on humans. Perhaps, he hoped, the demi-human would fare differently.

Kuzma was soon at the Feldard’s side, her gentle hands inspecting the wounds.

“We’ll need tumin and asperic. And bring the Blessed Water of Havlav,” she instructed Irina. “And bring a cushion.”

Kuzma produced her holy symbol of Havlav from her garbs and began to pray of Feldard.

Maruc pushed his hastily prepared poultice into the worst of Feldards’ welts.

Irina appeared a worried expression crossed her face. She pressed her hand against Feldard’s head. “Oh mighty Halav I beseach you..”
“Thee!” interupted Maruc.
“Thee!” hastened Irinia “To abdure this wound of your faithless…”
“Faithful!” Maruc corrected.
“Faithfull servant Feldard!” She completed the incantation. Maruc smiled. “Well done you have saved another life. You are Blessed.”

… Damn, his head ached. Feldard groggily raised a hand to the lump on his skull, and gingerly touched the sensitive area. He winced but was grateful he could feel that the bone itself was intact and that his brains weren’t seeping out.
He could hear an old woman praying.

The dwarf opened his eyes, everything was blurry for the first bit, but slowly came into focus as he struggled to sit up. “What happened?”

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8 responses to ““What Happened?”

  1. Feldard +13 hp

    Maruc: 10xp+10xp+50xp combat
    Miklos: 10xp+50xp combat
    Feldard: 10xp+50xp combat
    Hasan: 10xp+10xp+50xp combat
    Stephan: 10xp+10xp+50xp combat

    TOTAL:
    Maruc: 17,715/24000
    Miklos: 17,790/20000
    Feldard: 17,850/34000
    Hasan: 17,135/32000
    Stephan: 16,665/32000

  2. Maruc

    “We’ll have to be more careful.” sighed Maruc, “I can’t see us getting out of here in a hurry. We’ll need to hole up until we are rested. Feldard and Hasan arn’t going anywhere for a day at least. I’m insisting on that so no questions. Then I sugest some sort of breakout unless we can get some idea of how many goblins we are facing and how quickly thay can be re-enforcements. We can only hope that this is a raiding party and not the vanguard of some larger force.”

    “Irinia and I will do our best to keep you patched up but we cannot maintain these assaults forever whilst they have seemingly limitless forces to call upon. We can’t make any form of tactical decision until we can assess how many goblins we face. If only Nicolai were here.”

  3. Stephan

    Aside to Maruc, Stephan said, “Maruc, I’m sure Irina can assist but Kuzma is much more experienced.”

    Stephan then checked on his brother.

    “Ah! Darya and Kuzma have fixed you up nicely, Pyotr!” He visually inspected the bandages.

    “Yes, they have. And Havlav his taken the pain away. I feel very well, all things considered.”

    The elder brother’s eyes focused in concern. “How is it brother? Do we know more of the enemy? How many are there? This mix of tribes is disturbing.”

    “The yellow-dressed ‘woman’ was a ruse, if you didn’t hear that. Hasan and Feldard are lucky to be yet alive and with us here. The dwarf, I can tell you, fought valiantly and suffer a grievous head wound. But Havlav has helped through His servants Kuzma and Irina.”

    “I shall not forget his deeds in the defense of my house. Nor the deeds of the others that came with you. Brother, I am glad you brought these mighty companions! If we all yet live to see brighter days, I will endeavor to repay in some way, their and your kindness.”

  4. Hasan

    Hasan nodded at Maruc’s pronouncement. There was no other choice. He slowly moved up the stairs to the second level of the great hall, and turned to find rest in one of the bedrooms nearby. He collapsed, still armored, into the modest bed and was soon asleep.

  5. miklosdostevar

    Miklos nodded at the cleric. He was bone tired, his eyes ached and he needed rest. All this running about and stress wasn’t doing his concentration any good. “I’m going to lie down for a bit. Wake me if anything happens.” Miklos climbed back up to the tower room and curled up in the softest corner he could find.

  6. Maruc

    “Of course Stephan. Forgive me revered Kuzuma.” smiled Maruc. The old woman shook her head, smiled and continued her ministrations

  7. Maruc

    Maruc will spend the next few hours revising more Cure Light Wounds, then he will wake Miklos and catch some sleep himself.

  8. Feldard

    Though the dwarf was far from whole, the clerics of Halav had healed the worst of his wounds and the dwarf argued aggressively that he was well enough to keep watch and defend the hall if need be. Any who tried to coax him otherwise was cussed at and threatened with violence with such vehemence that it surprised his long time companions.

    So the dwarf was allowed to keep watch interrupted infrequently by bouts of nausea and drowsiness.

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