“Dammit woman, I’m more coherent than you are! This ain’t no civil dispute I’m talking about, that troll is a criminal! It’s hurt people, maybe even killed a few, and letting it in the doors is putting everyone in this damn place in danger. Call the guards, call one of the big guards, hell call that goalsworn blue ball if you have to, but if you don’t do something I promise you you’ll have blood on your hands!"
Metarie raised her eyebrows as the guardsman began to rant. As the assistants transferred him into a bed, Metarie turned to one of them. “The head wound, alcohol, and blood loss will require recuperation. Since he has not provided us a clue as to his other injuries he will need a full assessment. I do suspect he has an injury to his arm, there,” Metarie gestured, “confirm whether he wishes standard or magical medical services. Also, please confirm name, details, and take his statement regarding the troll. I am sure we will have to file with the Guard.” Metarie took a notepad and jotted down her instructions as she wrote. Then, she turned on her heel and moved across the room to the troll. The assistants moved in and began a thorough assessment.
The assistant who had directed the troll to sit still stood there nodding. Metarie placed a hand on his shoulder and the man jerked. “Go on, I’ll take care of this one.” The man nodded, wide-eyed.
Stepping to the curtain, Metarie said. “Troll? I come in. Help you.” Metarie reached for the curtain and opened it. Her voice did not waiver.
“Ok? I, Metarie.” Metarie pointed to herself, then pointed at the troll. “You?”
Metarie showed absolutely no fear in the troll’s presence, not because the creature was not fearsome, but because it was in need and being a healer was her job. Business as usual has resumed in the ER. Of course, some still stared toward the troll’s location and spoke softly amongst themselves, but so long as the creature stayed calm she hoped she could get the creature out of the ER before something dire did happen.
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Territory was very important to trolls, and the definition of whose territory was whose was often a very complex, contested affair. In simple terms if a troll was somewhere, it belonged to the troll. If another troll came uninvited, that troll would die.
Such was Ekire's dilemma when presented with this little person entering his domain. Ekire had expressedly told the other little person that no one should come here and yet here, standing far too close for Ekire's own comfort, was another little person. She didn't look scared and to Ekire this meant one thing: she was a threat and needed to die.
Ekire was ready to pummel the little person. Though his fists were lumbered on the floor, with a quick, snap movement he could grab the person's head, slam it against the wall and then throw her against the floor. The little people did not survive that, Ekire knew from experience. Then he'd kill the other little person for disobeying him, then kill the guard, then kill everyone else and run. Yes, this was the best thing to do. This was the troll thing to do. He could even eat their bodies, such was the extent of his hunger. No fear with no one to be afraid of, no hunger with bodies in the stomach. It made perfect sense to Ekire.
"Help you."
But this caused Ekire to falter. Ekire was in dire need of help, he knew this. And though the woman was talking nonsense, indeed extremely patronising nonsense, Ekire knew she had been with the guard moments ago. Ekire grudgingly stayed his fists. She could talk to the guard, perhaps talk to guards in the city. If she was going to help, Ekire would use her for this purpose.
"You help! Guard. No more guards!" Ekire's chief concern was the arrival of more guards. If this little person was a guard then she could tell the others; she had not struck Ekire yet and thus was less of a threat than the guard on the bed. It would be better to tell her not to bring any more guards than it would be to simply smash her away.
The woman appeared confused, so Ekire decided to reiterate his point in a slightly louder, more persuasive tone of voice. Ekire thumped his fists against the floor and banged his legs up and down, causing the alcove to shake a little.
"NO GUARDS! NO MORE GUARDS!!"
The little person was still there, still listening. Ekire didn't know why she was there, or why she wanted to help him. But he would not hurt her now, not if she helped him. Ekire had no idea how this, quite frankly weak looking little person could serve any further use to him, but if she wanted to try she could. As long as she kept her distance, of course.
"No closer!" Ekire was very wary of being attacked while least expecting it again. "What help? What help you give?"
Such was Ekire's dilemma when presented with this little person entering his domain. Ekire had expressedly told the other little person that no one should come here and yet here, standing far too close for Ekire's own comfort, was another little person. She didn't look scared and to Ekire this meant one thing: she was a threat and needed to die.
Ekire was ready to pummel the little person. Though his fists were lumbered on the floor, with a quick, snap movement he could grab the person's head, slam it against the wall and then throw her against the floor. The little people did not survive that, Ekire knew from experience. Then he'd kill the other little person for disobeying him, then kill the guard, then kill everyone else and run. Yes, this was the best thing to do. This was the troll thing to do. He could even eat their bodies, such was the extent of his hunger. No fear with no one to be afraid of, no hunger with bodies in the stomach. It made perfect sense to Ekire.
"Help you."
But this caused Ekire to falter. Ekire was in dire need of help, he knew this. And though the woman was talking nonsense, indeed extremely patronising nonsense, Ekire knew she had been with the guard moments ago. Ekire grudgingly stayed his fists. She could talk to the guard, perhaps talk to guards in the city. If she was going to help, Ekire would use her for this purpose.
"You help! Guard. No more guards!" Ekire's chief concern was the arrival of more guards. If this little person was a guard then she could tell the others; she had not struck Ekire yet and thus was less of a threat than the guard on the bed. It would be better to tell her not to bring any more guards than it would be to simply smash her away.
The woman appeared confused, so Ekire decided to reiterate his point in a slightly louder, more persuasive tone of voice. Ekire thumped his fists against the floor and banged his legs up and down, causing the alcove to shake a little.
"NO GUARDS! NO MORE GUARDS!!"
The little person was still there, still listening. Ekire didn't know why she was there, or why she wanted to help him. But he would not hurt her now, not if she helped him. Ekire had no idea how this, quite frankly weak looking little person could serve any further use to him, but if she wanted to try she could. As long as she kept her distance, of course.
"No closer!" Ekire was very wary of being attacked while least expecting it again. "What help? What help you give?"
"Banish all doubt; you will die this night."
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Metarie stared at the creature. It wasn't listening and seemed to be highly agitated. She waited until it finished yelling. There was a battlemage she had heard of who could delve into the minds of others. In this instance, Metarie thought understanding would help communicating. But, the bottomline was that the troll needed to leave before more guards came in - injured or otherwise.
Metarie nodded. "No closer.
"I can heal you faster. You, no hurt others. You leave. No Guards."
How frustrating to feel so ignorant of another. Hopefully, she wouldn't end up dead.
Metarie nodded. "No closer.
"I can heal you faster. You, no hurt others. You leave. No Guards."
How frustrating to feel so ignorant of another. Hopefully, she wouldn't end up dead.
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As a troll heavily reliant on self recovery, Ekire found the little person's comment amusing, humourous even. Ekire had seen others of his kind cut to pieces and walk away fine.
Here he was, a troll, in a place where little people came to get better and here was a little person offering to make HIM better. He could make himself better, didn't the little person understand that? Ekire wasn't a little person, perhaps the little person in front of him didn't understand. Ekire found the whole situation so bizarre that he burst out laughing. It was a roar of a laugh, not particularly threatening but, as one would expect of a laugh from trollish culture, extremely loud. At the sound of his own laughter, Ekire began to relax.
"You heal ME?" Ekire started to laugh again. "You need healing more! Heal head!" Ekire guffawed.
With the little person assuring him no guard would come, Ekire began to trust her more. After all, Ekire did find these little people so very entertaining, and with the panic and adrenaline settling, he began to find her ways and expressions all the more intriguing. How could she possibly heal him? What could she possibly do? Stick one of those tiny cloths to him? Ekire wasn't sure if they were actually decorations or not, oh how he'd laugh if she did try to put one on him.
"Heal!" Ekire wanted to see what she'd do. This was like a game; he wanted to see the trick she had in store. "Heal me fast!"
Ekire waited to see what the little person would do. Ekire had a habit of angling his head to the right when he found something curious, and today's show was no exception. Ekire's mouth opened into a contented smile, saliva dripping from his expectant teeth.
Here he was, a troll, in a place where little people came to get better and here was a little person offering to make HIM better. He could make himself better, didn't the little person understand that? Ekire wasn't a little person, perhaps the little person in front of him didn't understand. Ekire found the whole situation so bizarre that he burst out laughing. It was a roar of a laugh, not particularly threatening but, as one would expect of a laugh from trollish culture, extremely loud. At the sound of his own laughter, Ekire began to relax.
"You heal ME?" Ekire started to laugh again. "You need healing more! Heal head!" Ekire guffawed.
With the little person assuring him no guard would come, Ekire began to trust her more. After all, Ekire did find these little people so very entertaining, and with the panic and adrenaline settling, he began to find her ways and expressions all the more intriguing. How could she possibly heal him? What could she possibly do? Stick one of those tiny cloths to him? Ekire wasn't sure if they were actually decorations or not, oh how he'd laugh if she did try to put one on him.
"Heal!" Ekire wanted to see what she'd do. This was like a game; he wanted to see the trick she had in store. "Heal me fast!"
Ekire waited to see what the little person would do. Ekire had a habit of angling his head to the right when he found something curious, and today's show was no exception. Ekire's mouth opened into a contented smile, saliva dripping from his expectant teeth.
"Banish all doubt; you will die this night."
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After closing the curtain, Metarie crossed her arms. A slight smile curved her lips and her eyebrows lifted slightly when the troll barked out what seemed to be a laugh. She was startled a little by it and certainly for something with excellent hearing it was very loud, especially when one stood so close. Once she figured out what it was, though, she began to concentrate - channelling the magic so that she could begin healing the creature. She did not need to touch it to heal it. She could heal by proximity, but it was not as effective as touching it.
"You heal ME?"
Metarie nodded and held out her hand, palm upwards. The troll laughed again. The feeling of well-being that accompanied her healing magics. Healing the troll would be easier than healing others - its body naturally did this, she just helped it along.
"I will not call for guards. But others might." Metarie peered at the injuries on the troll's body to assess how the proximity healing was working.
"You heal ME?"
Metarie nodded and held out her hand, palm upwards. The troll laughed again. The feeling of well-being that accompanied her healing magics. Healing the troll would be easier than healing others - its body naturally did this, she just helped it along.
"I will not call for guards. But others might." Metarie peered at the injuries on the troll's body to assess how the proximity healing was working.
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Ekire felt his wounds closing, faster than normal. He didn't necessarily equate the little person's claim of being able to heal him with what had just happened, though the little person had done something. Ekire expected bright lights or a trick of some description but no, his wounds had just closed faster. Ekire's wounds had closed faster before, the speed varied but Ekire knew he could do it without any help. It could have just been one of those times.
"Me go." Ekire shoved the little person out of his way and started to trundled forwards, ripping the curtains as started to get caught in them.
Ekire was heading to the centre of the room to find the exit when he stopped abruptly. The guard who hurt him was still on the bed, and Ekire, now fully healed, felt quite comfortable about doing him in and fleeing before more guards could come. Ekire felt fantastic. The guard didn't look fantastic; the guard looked hurt, injured. Ekire wasn't even sure if the guard was still awake. Well it served him right, if you surprise a troll that's what happens. The guard should've known better.
Ekire found himself taking steps toward the guard, and was very much aware of the concerned little people around him. Ekire wasn't entirely sure what he was doing, rather than base anger this was simply the taking of an opportunity. Ekire didn't feel instinctually obligied to kill the guard, nor was it really a matter of pride. In simple terms the guard was there, Ekire was here and Ekire's fists were going from one point to the other.
Amidst the protests of the hospital staff, Ekire found himself next to the guard. Towering above him. There were so many ways Ekire had of hurting people in this situation, but which would he choose? He could slam both his fists down on the man and break all his bones. He could jump on the bed and crush him into the floor. He could rip his head off and swing him around.
He could just go and let him live. After all, this little person was injured; it was not fair. Ekire would just be doing what the guard had done to him, caught him off guard, when it wasn't fair. The guard was just lying there, doing no harm, like all the little people in the hospital. They had helped him here. It was a place to help people. Ekire had been helped himself, and the little people would not look kindly upon an act of violence, an act that undid everything they were trying to do. No it would anger the little people, it would make them hate Ekire and Ekire, for all the pain and trouble he caused, at heart he never wanted to be hated. He was a child of curiosity, not one of malice and spite.
Ekire found himself in the rare situation of a moral dilemma. Normally Ekire would smash the guard, run away, find food and sleep. But now Ekire had thoughts of simply leaving the guard, just leaving him there to get better. Maybe Ekire would see him again and maybe not.
Ekire realised he had a fist poised, but it was just sitting there, waiting to carry out an act that Ekire didn't truly want to do.
"Me go." Ekire shoved the little person out of his way and started to trundled forwards, ripping the curtains as started to get caught in them.
Ekire was heading to the centre of the room to find the exit when he stopped abruptly. The guard who hurt him was still on the bed, and Ekire, now fully healed, felt quite comfortable about doing him in and fleeing before more guards could come. Ekire felt fantastic. The guard didn't look fantastic; the guard looked hurt, injured. Ekire wasn't even sure if the guard was still awake. Well it served him right, if you surprise a troll that's what happens. The guard should've known better.
Ekire found himself taking steps toward the guard, and was very much aware of the concerned little people around him. Ekire wasn't entirely sure what he was doing, rather than base anger this was simply the taking of an opportunity. Ekire didn't feel instinctually obligied to kill the guard, nor was it really a matter of pride. In simple terms the guard was there, Ekire was here and Ekire's fists were going from one point to the other.
Amidst the protests of the hospital staff, Ekire found himself next to the guard. Towering above him. There were so many ways Ekire had of hurting people in this situation, but which would he choose? He could slam both his fists down on the man and break all his bones. He could jump on the bed and crush him into the floor. He could rip his head off and swing him around.
He could just go and let him live. After all, this little person was injured; it was not fair. Ekire would just be doing what the guard had done to him, caught him off guard, when it wasn't fair. The guard was just lying there, doing no harm, like all the little people in the hospital. They had helped him here. It was a place to help people. Ekire had been helped himself, and the little people would not look kindly upon an act of violence, an act that undid everything they were trying to do. No it would anger the little people, it would make them hate Ekire and Ekire, for all the pain and trouble he caused, at heart he never wanted to be hated. He was a child of curiosity, not one of malice and spite.
Ekire found himself in the rare situation of a moral dilemma. Normally Ekire would smash the guard, run away, find food and sleep. But now Ekire had thoughts of simply leaving the guard, just leaving him there to get better. Maybe Ekire would see him again and maybe not.
Ekire realised he had a fist poised, but it was just sitting there, waiting to carry out an act that Ekire didn't truly want to do.
"Banish all doubt; you will die this night."
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The troll announced it would leave. Raising a large hand, it started to push Metarie out of the way. Thankfully, elves are quicker than humans, otherwise the creature would have landed a meaty hand on her. She’d probably have ended up with broken ribs another day in a row. Instead, Metarie ducked and twisted out of the way.
The troll did not seem to notice whether its shove was effective. Instead, it fought comically with the curtains, finally just tearing them down. Now swathed in white curtains, it headed with intent toward the guardsman and lifted its hand into a crushing fist. All in the room ceased to move and sound, just as it had when the troll had arrived.
“You said you’d go. No hurt anyone.”
Metarie’s voice carried easily in the quiet room as she moved across from the troll. The guardsman lay between them. Metarie was thankful the guard’s body wasn’t responding to his desires to move. Pray God, no one else decided to be a hero or chaos would erupt and the already injured people here, would probably become further injured. Metarie was ready to throw her own body across the guard's if it was necessary to protect him.
“Please go.”
The troll did not seem to notice whether its shove was effective. Instead, it fought comically with the curtains, finally just tearing them down. Now swathed in white curtains, it headed with intent toward the guardsman and lifted its hand into a crushing fist. All in the room ceased to move and sound, just as it had when the troll had arrived.
“You said you’d go. No hurt anyone.”
Metarie’s voice carried easily in the quiet room as she moved across from the troll. The guardsman lay between them. Metarie was thankful the guard’s body wasn’t responding to his desires to move. Pray God, no one else decided to be a hero or chaos would erupt and the already injured people here, would probably become further injured. Metarie was ready to throw her own body across the guard's if it was necessary to protect him.
“Please go.”
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If it wasn't for the fact he was teetering on the edge of unconsciousness, unable to move any part of his body other than his left leg and kept forgetting where he was and what was going in every few minutes Gant would have definitely punched someone. All he wanted to do was sleep but every time he attempted to do so someone bothered him with some inane question. Where does it hurts? How should we heal it? You do know that if you fall asleep you'll likely die?
Gant answered all these angrily and abruptly (Several places. Whatever is quickest. Do you realise if I don't fall asleep you'll likely die?) but the hospital staff wouldn't just leave him alone. They poked him and prodded him incessantly, taking an amount of liberty one normally has to pay for, and though Gant had decided to give them more specific details about his injuries they showed no intention of stopping anytime soon. Gant really wanted to punch someone now.
He wasn't the only one though.
He'd his eyes closed at the time, once again valiantly attempting to pass out, but as soon as the very things which had been keeping him awake ceased he opened his eyes. He couldn't see the doctors anymore, which was a good thing, and he couldn't see the ceiling either, which was also a good thing, however it was not a good thing that these things had been replaced by a large fist hovering over the bed. He wondered briefly if he actually had fallen asleep and this was all some horrible dream but there was no way that Gant could have imagined the sheer amount of hideous detail in the face he could see looming over him out of the corner of his eye.
Gant still couldn't move but even if he could it probably wouldn't have done him a whole lot of good. He wasn't sure if he could outrun it, the thing could probably lumber after him a lot quicker than it had any right to be able to, but he was certain that he couldn't have even tried. It would take a very special kind of bastard to leave an angry troll in a hospital full of innocent people and while Gant was many, many things he wasn't special. So Gant just lay there, the troll would probably just leave when he'd finished with him. Everyone else would be fine.
Unfortunately Gant would be dead and that was enough of a reason for him try and think up an alternative.
"No one cares about you, troll. You kill nobodies, you kill thugs, and no one will ever really care about that." said Gant as he stared up at the beast's fist "But kill a guard, kill someone important, and they'll hunt you down. You kill me and more will come."
It was all Gant could think of and considering his condition he thought it was rather good. No, no one would be especially aggrieved that Gant had died but killing a guard was an insult and one did not insults the Guardsmen of Marn. Hell, one didn't even make eye contact with the Guardsmen of Marn if they knew what was good for them.
Unfortunately the troll was a troll and therefore immensely stupid. The chances of him having second thoughts about his plan were slim, Gant wasn't even certain it'd had first thoughts, but it wasn't as if Gant had to try something, he'd no intention of taking death lying down just because he was lying down.
Gant answered all these angrily and abruptly (Several places. Whatever is quickest. Do you realise if I don't fall asleep you'll likely die?) but the hospital staff wouldn't just leave him alone. They poked him and prodded him incessantly, taking an amount of liberty one normally has to pay for, and though Gant had decided to give them more specific details about his injuries they showed no intention of stopping anytime soon. Gant really wanted to punch someone now.
He wasn't the only one though.
He'd his eyes closed at the time, once again valiantly attempting to pass out, but as soon as the very things which had been keeping him awake ceased he opened his eyes. He couldn't see the doctors anymore, which was a good thing, and he couldn't see the ceiling either, which was also a good thing, however it was not a good thing that these things had been replaced by a large fist hovering over the bed. He wondered briefly if he actually had fallen asleep and this was all some horrible dream but there was no way that Gant could have imagined the sheer amount of hideous detail in the face he could see looming over him out of the corner of his eye.
Gant still couldn't move but even if he could it probably wouldn't have done him a whole lot of good. He wasn't sure if he could outrun it, the thing could probably lumber after him a lot quicker than it had any right to be able to, but he was certain that he couldn't have even tried. It would take a very special kind of bastard to leave an angry troll in a hospital full of innocent people and while Gant was many, many things he wasn't special. So Gant just lay there, the troll would probably just leave when he'd finished with him. Everyone else would be fine.
Unfortunately Gant would be dead and that was enough of a reason for him try and think up an alternative.
"No one cares about you, troll. You kill nobodies, you kill thugs, and no one will ever really care about that." said Gant as he stared up at the beast's fist "But kill a guard, kill someone important, and they'll hunt you down. You kill me and more will come."
It was all Gant could think of and considering his condition he thought it was rather good. No, no one would be especially aggrieved that Gant had died but killing a guard was an insult and one did not insults the Guardsmen of Marn. Hell, one didn't even make eye contact with the Guardsmen of Marn if they knew what was good for them.
Unfortunately the troll was a troll and therefore immensely stupid. The chances of him having second thoughts about his plan were slim, Gant wasn't even certain it'd had first thoughts, but it wasn't as if Gant had to try something, he'd no intention of taking death lying down just because he was lying down.
You can't kill me, I'm immoral.
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The guard was trying to speak but there were too many words, too complex for Ekire to bother understanding. This wasn't the time for words.
"More will come"
But Ekire did pick up on that little sentence. Though Ekire didn't truly understand the context, he believed more guards were already coming. If the guard was telling the truth, then Ekire had precious little time remaining.
As for killing this one, well Ekire's heart simply wasn't in it. Ekire's heart was in turning around and running out of the doors as fast as he possibly could. Ekire hit his head on door frame, forgetting its size in comparison to his own. With slight dizziness, Ekire fled from the hospital and into the streets, looking frantically for signs of more guards. Ekire was fully recovered, he could run for hours.
But hungry. Ekire was oh-so hungry.
(OOC - Right well Ekire's gone on out, NOW what do I do? I have no idea what other RPs are going on at the moment and I rather like Ekire as a character. Anyone have any suggestions?)
"More will come"
But Ekire did pick up on that little sentence. Though Ekire didn't truly understand the context, he believed more guards were already coming. If the guard was telling the truth, then Ekire had precious little time remaining.
As for killing this one, well Ekire's heart simply wasn't in it. Ekire's heart was in turning around and running out of the doors as fast as he possibly could. Ekire hit his head on door frame, forgetting its size in comparison to his own. With slight dizziness, Ekire fled from the hospital and into the streets, looking frantically for signs of more guards. Ekire was fully recovered, he could run for hours.
But hungry. Ekire was oh-so hungry.
(OOC - Right well Ekire's gone on out, NOW what do I do? I have no idea what other RPs are going on at the moment and I rather like Ekire as a character. Anyone have any suggestions?)
"Banish all doubt; you will die this night."
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The guard said the right thing. So much for appealing to higher functions. Metarie watched as the creature lumbered toward the door, bashed its head, and kept going. She wondered where such a creature managed to live in the town. Only the historic ruins seemed likely, unless it was kept as a thug for some miscreant.
Admittedly, she was relieved the situation went as well as it did. Metarie glanced down at the guardsman. He was cleaned of the blood that had covered his face. He still reeked of the still brand alcohol he had been drinking, but that didn't matter. Placing a hand on his chest, Metarie focused on him, seeking out his injuries. The fact that he could not control him limbs had her worried that he had damaged something critical in his spine.
As she began to work, using magic to do diagnostics, the comforting warmth of her healing energies would become apparent to the man. The gash on his head healed almost immediately. As for his arm and the concussion he appeared to have, further concentration was required.
Admittedly, she was relieved the situation went as well as it did. Metarie glanced down at the guardsman. He was cleaned of the blood that had covered his face. He still reeked of the still brand alcohol he had been drinking, but that didn't matter. Placing a hand on his chest, Metarie focused on him, seeking out his injuries. The fact that he could not control him limbs had her worried that he had damaged something critical in his spine.
As she began to work, using magic to do diagnostics, the comforting warmth of her healing energies would become apparent to the man. The gash on his head healed almost immediately. As for his arm and the concussion he appeared to have, further concentration was required.
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Another quiet day; fruitless as far as gathering information on what went down in the shanty town last night, fruitless yet again when it came to finding Chrishton...
Fruitless as far as finding Metarie and getting his hat back.
The hospital was the next logical place to check. He entered it wearing his civilian clothes again. For some reason, he preferred to meet with the elf that way. She had known him long enough, and he saw in her an opportunity to connect with someone who understood his life outside the ranks of the guard. Despite her connections with magic, he was comfortable around her.
On his approach, Camulous witnessed a troll running full on out of the place, leaving the doorway damaged in its wake. Another guardsman standing in the street, that one actually wearing his armour and on duty, saw it too. He started forward, saw his captain, and stalled.
"Follow it." Camulous ordered, already hurrying to get inside the hospital and see what happened. The guardsman wasted no time in doing what he was told.
Inside there wasn't the extensive damage the captain expected to find. The door was a little broken, but that appeared to be the worst of it. People there were all talking to eachother and staring at the doorway and, by proxy, staring at Camulous. He ignored them and got deeper inside. If there was a fight, it could have taken place earlier.
He found Metarie standing over Thelonius, who was clearly injured and getting her attention. Trusting her more than the stories of the other strangers in the hospital, he approached them and waited for the right time to ask.
"What happened?"
Fruitless as far as finding Metarie and getting his hat back.
The hospital was the next logical place to check. He entered it wearing his civilian clothes again. For some reason, he preferred to meet with the elf that way. She had known him long enough, and he saw in her an opportunity to connect with someone who understood his life outside the ranks of the guard. Despite her connections with magic, he was comfortable around her.
On his approach, Camulous witnessed a troll running full on out of the place, leaving the doorway damaged in its wake. Another guardsman standing in the street, that one actually wearing his armour and on duty, saw it too. He started forward, saw his captain, and stalled.
"Follow it." Camulous ordered, already hurrying to get inside the hospital and see what happened. The guardsman wasted no time in doing what he was told.
Inside there wasn't the extensive damage the captain expected to find. The door was a little broken, but that appeared to be the worst of it. People there were all talking to eachother and staring at the doorway and, by proxy, staring at Camulous. He ignored them and got deeper inside. If there was a fight, it could have taken place earlier.
He found Metarie standing over Thelonius, who was clearly injured and getting her attention. Trusting her more than the stories of the other strangers in the hospital, he approached them and waited for the right time to ask.
"What happened?"
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Thelonius Gant
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- Race: Human
Re: ... nein
Thelonius had been lucky, ridiculously so considering the night’s events, but he was not the kind of man to stop and appreciate such things. No, for Gant luck was not something to reflect upon but rather something to push.
"Yeah, you'd better run!" Thelonius shouted after the troll
Of course he'd waited until he was relatively certain the troll was out of earshot before he'd said this, there is a difference between pushing ones luck and smashing it to pieces, but even so he felt a great deal better for having said it. Not much better mind you, as far as Gant was concerned he was in significantly worse condition than he had been when he entered. Sure, his head might have been a bit clearer now but if he'd wanted a clear head he wouldn't have been drinking from his emergency flask all the way to the hospital. All a clear head really meant was that he was more certain of where he hurt and how much it hurt and that essentially boiled down to "everywhere" and "a whole lot".
And then she turned up again. He'd thought he'd heard her when the troll was lumbering above him but at the time he was too busy worrying about dying horribly to actually listen. But now the threat of death was less immediate and so as Thelonius gradually remembered there were other people in the world other than him he once again began to notice her. The first thing Gant noticed was she had her his chest and as a result of this Gant felt all... tingly.
Which was strange as up until now he'd been quite certain he didn't like her...
"Would have been better off going home than coming here..." Gant grumbled as he stared upwards at the ceiling
Things were not going well. It was bad enough he hadn't killed the troll but why did the damn thing didn't have to come here and make a scene? No one cares if you tussle with a troll in a back alley somewhere but if you're around when one walks into one of the most important buildings in Marn suddenly people will want to talk to you. Questions would be asked, answers wouldn't be given and it would all culminate in Gant taking a swing at someone, he'd been through it more than a few times now. He idly wondered if there was a shift worse than his current one that they could assign him to...
"What happened?"
And, despite all odds, then things managed to get worse. He knew that voice, every guardsman did, and after a voice saying "Me change mind, me smash now" it was the voice that Thelonius least wanted to hear at this moment. It was too soon, he didn't even have the most basic of lie ready, and right now he didn't even have the capability to skulk off into the shadows like he normally did on such occasions. All Thelonius could do was lie there, his only hope at avoiding interrogation to feign some kind of grievous head wound.
Then Gant remembered he actually had a grievous head wound, something which just may have made Gant's act of simply stared upwards silently rather than responding seem a little less pathetic.
"Yeah, you'd better run!" Thelonius shouted after the troll
Of course he'd waited until he was relatively certain the troll was out of earshot before he'd said this, there is a difference between pushing ones luck and smashing it to pieces, but even so he felt a great deal better for having said it. Not much better mind you, as far as Gant was concerned he was in significantly worse condition than he had been when he entered. Sure, his head might have been a bit clearer now but if he'd wanted a clear head he wouldn't have been drinking from his emergency flask all the way to the hospital. All a clear head really meant was that he was more certain of where he hurt and how much it hurt and that essentially boiled down to "everywhere" and "a whole lot".
And then she turned up again. He'd thought he'd heard her when the troll was lumbering above him but at the time he was too busy worrying about dying horribly to actually listen. But now the threat of death was less immediate and so as Thelonius gradually remembered there were other people in the world other than him he once again began to notice her. The first thing Gant noticed was she had her his chest and as a result of this Gant felt all... tingly.
Which was strange as up until now he'd been quite certain he didn't like her...
"Would have been better off going home than coming here..." Gant grumbled as he stared upwards at the ceiling
Things were not going well. It was bad enough he hadn't killed the troll but why did the damn thing didn't have to come here and make a scene? No one cares if you tussle with a troll in a back alley somewhere but if you're around when one walks into one of the most important buildings in Marn suddenly people will want to talk to you. Questions would be asked, answers wouldn't be given and it would all culminate in Gant taking a swing at someone, he'd been through it more than a few times now. He idly wondered if there was a shift worse than his current one that they could assign him to...
"What happened?"
And, despite all odds, then things managed to get worse. He knew that voice, every guardsman did, and after a voice saying "Me change mind, me smash now" it was the voice that Thelonius least wanted to hear at this moment. It was too soon, he didn't even have the most basic of lie ready, and right now he didn't even have the capability to skulk off into the shadows like he normally did on such occasions. All Thelonius could do was lie there, his only hope at avoiding interrogation to feign some kind of grievous head wound.
Then Gant remembered he actually had a grievous head wound, something which just may have made Gant's act of simply stared upwards silently rather than responding seem a little less pathetic.
You can't kill me, I'm immoral.
Re: ... nein
Metarie wore a look of concentration on her face as she discerned what needed mending within the guardsman. A carefully modulated voice, pitched just so from experience of dealing with her for years asked the pivotal question of the day. Her voice was distracted and far-away as she recounted the known facts.
"The guardsman and the troll had an altercation. The troll indicated the guardsman hurt him. The guardsman indicated the troll hurt him. I am unclear as to who struck whom first, but the guardsman entered with a concussion, damage to his arm, his ankle, and very drunk. I think in an attempt to numb himself from the pain of traveling here on foot. The troll, also injured, came here seeking solace, because this is a place of healing... despite having an opportunity to harm the guard, here, the troll hesitated." Metarie's voice drifted off as she focused wholly upon her task once again.
There... Metarie found the culprits and began the task of mending Gant. The ankle mended first as that injury was not as harsh as the ones that remained. Next, she focused on his shoulder.
"The guardsman and the troll had an altercation. The troll indicated the guardsman hurt him. The guardsman indicated the troll hurt him. I am unclear as to who struck whom first, but the guardsman entered with a concussion, damage to his arm, his ankle, and very drunk. I think in an attempt to numb himself from the pain of traveling here on foot. The troll, also injured, came here seeking solace, because this is a place of healing... despite having an opportunity to harm the guard, here, the troll hesitated." Metarie's voice drifted off as she focused wholly upon her task once again.
There... Metarie found the culprits and began the task of mending Gant. The ankle mended first as that injury was not as harsh as the ones that remained. Next, she focused on his shoulder.
A story is like a tapestry; it is never finished until the final thread is sewn.
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Camulous Smithson
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- Name: Camulous Smithson
- Race: Human
Re: ... nein
Her recount was simple, direct, and left no room for ambiguity. It was the kind of thing Camulous wanted to hear. He'd made the right choice asking her and not one of the other random people milling about the hospital. Of course, his appreciation of her professionalism did not show outwardly. All he did was grunt, and let her work her magic on the wounded soldier.
His presence and observation did anything but help that magic. That part of what she was doing he didn't like, and his reservations about it hung in the air between them like a cloud. A cloud that passed quickly, in light of the necessity of the situation, and reluctant acceptance on his part.
"I wouldn't want to fight a troll alone. There'll be some stories to tell about this later."
Theo blacked out with the captain looking down at him. Explanations weren't things for hospital rooms, and he left it alone. A troll on a rampage wasn't something too out of the ordinary. The rest of the men, once they formed a group, knew exactly how to handle something like that if the troll did decide to cause more trouble.
"Will he be alright?"
His presence and observation did anything but help that magic. That part of what she was doing he didn't like, and his reservations about it hung in the air between them like a cloud. A cloud that passed quickly, in light of the necessity of the situation, and reluctant acceptance on his part.
"I wouldn't want to fight a troll alone. There'll be some stories to tell about this later."
Theo blacked out with the captain looking down at him. Explanations weren't things for hospital rooms, and he left it alone. A troll on a rampage wasn't something too out of the ordinary. The rest of the men, once they formed a group, knew exactly how to handle something like that if the troll did decide to cause more trouble.
"Will he be alright?"
Soldiers live.
And wonder why.
And wonder why.
Re: ... nein
Metarie healed what was broken and torn, but the guardsman needed rest.
"No, nor would I. He will be fine, but he must have rest. I recommend he be given time off his shift for at least three days." Metaire looked at Cam expectantly, to see if he would concur.
"Cam... I want to talk about what happened with Idonir."
"No, nor would I. He will be fine, but he must have rest. I recommend he be given time off his shift for at least three days." Metaire looked at Cam expectantly, to see if he would concur.
"Cam... I want to talk about what happened with Idonir."
A story is like a tapestry; it is never finished until the final thread is sewn.
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