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Post by Eryk on Mar 1, 2016 6:06:29 GMT 1
OoC: I am getting confused. Is there a posting order any longer (and if yes, what is the posting order?) or has this thread become the kind where one needs to wait two-three others before posting again?
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Post by Sofia on Mar 4, 2016 22:44:56 GMT 1
OoC: I am getting confused. Is there a posting order any longer (and if yes, what is the posting order?) or has this thread become the kind where one needs to wait two-three others before posting again? Since both you, me, Anna, Musen, Panda and Tam have elves in this thread (i.e we're more than 3 players), we are indeed at the point where you only have to wait for two players to post before you take your turn (though you of course don't have to post as soon as two other players have). I'll wait with my elves until I get responses from your Eryk and Anna's Swift-Wind  |
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Post by SL2657F on Mar 19, 2016 9:02:42 GMT 1
OOC: 15 days with no IC response. Posting.
SL2657F glanced up at the new arrival at her side, noting the tail. Odd, for an elf without fur. At least from what she'd seen. But who was she to judge? She glanced between the two. They were speaking too fast to catch everything. Swallowing, she tried to push herself upright a bit more against the wall, hissing as she put weight on her injured leg. Her right leg had the worst of her injuries; a fairly severe burn, the edges appearing to have been cauterized from whatever had caused it. There had been a fair amount of bleeding and it did appear some debris was stuck in the wound, though it could easily be removed. Her right side was also burned but not nearly as bad and her right forearm as well. Both of those were smaller burns and appeared more glancing injuries rather than direct, as if whatever caused the burns had occurred at or near her leg and then extended upward. An explosion.
Another thing that would be sensed with the healing magic would be the transmitter implanted on the back of her neck. As it was technically a foreign object and it was a site where she would be regularly injected with the mind controlling serum, it would at least feel odd to the healer; out of place. However, there was no actual wound around the implant. It had long-since been healed in place.
Laying her head back against the wall, she let her eyes close, taking a deep breath, coughing slightly. Her lungs were still a little irritated from the river water. It could cause pneumonia like symptoms later on, but right now there was no danger of drowning. There wasn't enough water left in her lungs to be that kind of a threat.
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Post by Eryk on Mar 27, 2016 3:47:10 GMT 1
OoC: Sorry for the wait -- I have been dealing with a permanent health issue and work (also, been waiting for Swift-Wind) as of late.
~*~
With most of the attention of the elves focused on the furred stranger, Eryk noticed he was spoken to. The aid of the brunette maiden was silently welcomed, but Eryk took the equipment, wanting to clean his wounds himself and not by someone he did not know.
"My name is Eryk" he told the tall and bony elf, who'd asked his name. "I am from the Windy Peaks' Go-Back tribe." he explained, although he was not sure if the tribe name said anything to the strangers. "I was out practicing for, uhh, games, when I got attacked by a snow cat."
He motioned at the carcass he'd have to attend to later. The motion made him grimace -- he was probably very bruised beneath his shirt.
~*~
OoC: Eryk's tribe has not actually been named like that in the original holt, but I reasoned they'd have some sort of distinctive name.
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Post by Keleero on Jun 28, 2016 0:15:46 GMT 1
"Greetings Eryk of the Windy Peaks' Go-Back tribe," Keleero said, falling back on formality in the middle of the chaos. Not that Steepside had rituals for greeting elves from other places, but in this 'new life' Keleero had found himself silently modifying old ceremonial greetings to better suit the severity of what happened when an elf arrived. Hopefully Eryk would not take offense to this verbal experiment. "I am Keleero. You are in a place we've come to call Beacon Call Holt. Has anyone told you what we know of how we elves arrive here? Would you like assistance tending your wounds?" Keleero doubted the answer to his last question would be 'yes', judging by the way Eryk had taken the healing supplise from Badger, but it wouldn't do not to offer help. The other new arrival Keleero left wholly up to Jaseio and Panaetha. No-Sting and Swift-Wind would hopefully help with that one, who seemed so aggressive. |
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Post by No-Sting on Jun 28, 2016 15:17:03 GMT 1
No-Sting warily observed as Jaseio and Panaetha tended to the newcomer with the tail, while Badger and Keleero tended to the one who looked more like an elf 'should'. She didn't move, awaiting for Swift-Wind to answer her questions. New arrivals and chaos, she thought. It's sad that I'm almost used to this by now. |
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Post by Swift-Wind on Jul 5, 2016 20:56:42 GMT 1
OOC: I'm truly sorry I haven't made any replies in a long time. I have had to deal with severe sickness in family and too much woek, so tme and energy has not been adding up.
IC: Swift-Wind had completly zoned out. She saw what was happening, and recognized voices and sendings, but couldn't really take anything in.Why now? She thought, it wasnt as though she hadn't been able to asses the situation at first and zoned out then.
She wanted to help, but didn't know where to start, so she saidout loud "Can I help with anything? What needs to be done?"
She was relieved that her sister was near too.
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Post by Badger on Jul 10, 2016 7:31:17 GMT 1
With the equipment taken off of her hands, Badger had not much to do at the moment. She backed away and leaned her back on the wall of the cave and watched the interactions going on in her usual silence. Panaetha had the odd-looking stranger in her capable hands, and the other newcomer seemed to be taking care of himself for now.
Badger wrapped her arms around her torso, trying to keep away from people's way.
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Post by Eryk on Jul 10, 2016 7:54:05 GMT 1
Eryk began to work with his own wounds. With bruises, he knew he only needed some time. The tall elf seemed to like the tone of his own voice, but Eryk was not the elf to judge. He tried to listen to his best, and it seemed like he was far away from home.
"Assistance is not needed." he then said to the tall one, "I can manage on my own."
The carpenter eyed others around in the room. The maiden who'd brought supplies backed away to the wall of the cave, others seemed to tend on the aggressive one. Eryk's mind traveled from topic to another, and he felt he was getting confused.
"What even is this place?" he asked, although it probably had been explained to him many times already.
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Post by Swift-Wind on Jul 10, 2016 20:09:24 GMT 1
Swift-Wind answered the question she did not know to whom it had been put. "We don't really know what kind of place this is. We were all sent here from different places, different worlds it seems even. None of us knows exactly what has happened and some have ben trying to find a way back, and at the same time we need to adapt to survive here." She tried to answer kindly, but was afraid that it would come off as though she was an anoying know-it-all.
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Post by Keleero on Jul 10, 2016 23:29:48 GMT 1
Keleero stepped back a bit, allowing Swift-Wind to take over greeting Eryk, only nodding to back up that what she said was the truth. As important as it was to make new alliances, it also paid to hold back at times. He took the moment to reach out with a locked sending to Jaseio and Panaetha, regarding the newcomer they were tending to: ~**Is that newcomer badly hurt? Does she have any weapons on her?**~ Being stabbed in the back by a creature that frankly thus far seemed more animal (or human, no matter her apperance) than elf was something he'd rather avoid at all costs. |
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Post by No-Sting on Jul 10, 2016 23:36:02 GMT 1
No-Sting felt more grounded now that no one was attacking anyone - for the moment. As Panaetha and Jaseio seemed to have an eye on the more aggressive newcomer, No-Sting chose to stick close to Badger and Swift-Wind; though of course casting a glance over her shoulder every other second in case the newcomer with the tail decided to act out again.
Glancing around, No-Sting spotted the dead snowcat lying in the middle of the room. Quite an impressive kill, which would have caught her attention earlier if it hadn't been for all the other madness. Then again...
"Eh, this isn't anyone's bond-friend, is it?" she asked, glancing at the newcomer Eryk. It looked more likely to have been the other newcomer's though. Maybe that's why she'd gone berserk? The death of a bond-friend could strike hard, even for an older elf. And who knew, the furry newcomer could be as young as a cub or as old as an Elder - telling age was tricky when everyone already looked so different for other reasons.
"Did you kill it?" No-Sting asked Eryk. Maybe he and the other newcomer came from the same place? Maybe they'd been fighting before arriving here? As unnatural as elves fighting other elves sounded, No-Sting was prepared to believe anything at this point.
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Post by Panaetha on Aug 4, 2016 7:12:28 GMT 1
Panaetha noticed the transmitter nestled into the back of SL2657F's neck, but sensing nothing ill about it, she left it alone. This odd, feline elf had more pressing things that needed her attention. As the stranger didn't respond to her earlier words, she simply followed Jaseio's instructions. Burns traveled over her, the worst certainly in one of her legs. Skin and muscles knit together, forcing debris out of her flesh. SL2657F's coughing brought the healer to her chest, and she sensed the water bothering her breathing. The irritation faded, and the rest of the problem would work itself out. And that was how Panaetha had to leave the rest of this stranger...kin, but not, and elf who can't speak to elves...surely, her body could take care of the rest of the healing. She was well out of danger for now.
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Post by SL2657F on Aug 4, 2016 18:01:47 GMT 1
SL2657F's body slowly started to relax as tension left, the pain in her side and leg leaving. She was also breathing more easily so the healer must have done something to help. She wasn't familiar enough with healing magic to know what it could do. She still felt a little sore and stiff in places, but there wasn't any direct pain. She shivered again slightly at the chill in the room. Her eyes remained closed as she sat. Whoever these Elves were, they weren't going to kill her. At least not yet. They wanted information.
That had to be why they were keeping her alive, right? She was a member of the Emperor's army. Surely they needed information on numbers, movement. Anything she'd have known. Given how small their numbers were, it made sense that they'd be afraid. Still, they didn't speak the Emperor's language. She slowly opened her eyes to look at the pair tending her.
"<Why are you keeping me prisoner? I will not tell you anything. You will be captured. It is only a matter of time before we take the mountain.>" It was true. The size of the army marching up the mountainside would really only be slightly delayed by their ambush. Though it is odd that so few are here and so many in that battle... Perhaps they left their healers and medics behind to tend the wounded? That still didn't explain the axe the other elf had. Something so primitive... Do they not have enough weapons left to fight with? Did they have to resort to ancient weapons?
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Post by Keleero on Aug 6, 2016 0:18:46 GMT 1
Since Eryk had both Swift-Wind and No-Sting's attention to deal with and because Panaetha hadn't answered his sending - maybe the healing was distracting her too much, Keleero chose to float a little closer to the second, newly healed newcomer. She was spouting gibberish again, but at least she wasn't attack. For the moment. Keleero sighed. He could feel a headache coming on. "Does anyone understand what she's saying? Anyone? Because I'd rather not stay in here until she falls asleep. I'd also rather not she watch her run into humans, since that would get her killed and us discovered." Not being able to talk to a stranger was even worse than said stranger looking odd. Panaeatha also looked odd, and she wasn't the only one in this group, but he could talk to her, just like with the other newcomer. It wasn't as if Keleero was ready to welcome Eryk in with open arms and full trust just yet either, but at least he could understand what he was being told! |
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