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Post by The Witch King on Nov 30, 2002 20:21:47 GMT
OOC - Eowyn - you have been cut with a Morgul blade ( think Frodo at Weathertop).
You will most certainly die unless you get treatment rather quickly from the Elves.
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Post by ~Dernhelm~ on Dec 1, 2002 12:45:34 GMT
Suddenly, Eowyn clumsily tripped over a tree root and her heart skipped a beat. She fell to the floor and a sudden sweep of pain went through her. Footsteps were coming closer and she did not know what to do. Her breathing was now coming in gasps, though the shield maiden doubted that just running was the cause of it.
This time it was different. She put a hand on her chest and felt something there. Hoping it wasn't a wound, she examined it a bit closer only to find that she was mistaken. Someone had stabbed her, and now she was all alone with somebody else approaching, not knowing whether it was friend or foe...
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Post by Rhiannon on Dec 1, 2002 19:18:44 GMT
*Slits the last orc's throat. Turns around and runs after Imrel*
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Post by Imrel on Dec 2, 2002 5:38:15 GMT
Rhia, I'm glad you're alri-
*She breaks off, squinting into the distance, where the figure ahead of them that is Eowyn has fallen to the ground. Im turns, wide eyed and panicked, back to Rhia.*
Eowyn's hurt too. We have to help her...
*She looks helplessly over to Melian, still unconscious and supported by her and Jake.*
You'd better go after her, Jake and I will come as quickly as we can.
*The Ranger and the Hobbit proceed at an awkward run, carrying the Elf between them.*
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Post by ~Dernhelm~ on Dec 2, 2002 12:29:45 GMT
Éowyn hears the footsteps coming closer, hoping that it wasn't another orc or wraith. She tries to pick up her sword and sit up, only to fall again. Her wound was getting deeper and her breathing heavier. Éowyn puts a hand on her flushed face and wipes the dirt of it, making dark smears on her cheeks.
She is just about trapped, not being able to do much. Even though, Éowyn knew that she would rather face death than surrender...
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Post by Rhiannon on Dec 2, 2002 15:24:00 GMT
*They reach Eowyn and kneel down beside her. She gently urges her back on the ground. * Eowyn? Can you hear me? It's us, Imrel und Rhiannon. Don't move, relax. *Checks her eyes and gives Imrel a worried look. Then spots the thick blue and black veins that become visible under her shirt. Rips it open and finds the wound.* Imrel, all I can do is to get out the sword tip and slow the process down. We have to carry her back and find an elf! Can you hold her shoulders down, please? *Puts her mouth directly at Eowyn' s ear* Eowyn? It's alright. We're trying to help you.
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Post by Imrel on Dec 3, 2002 3:47:47 GMT
Jake, run back to Bree and get help.
*They lay Mel down carefully, and Im watches Jake sprint off toward town.*
This would be a good time to wake up, Mel...
*Kneels by Eowyn and holds her shoulders down as Rhia instructed, grimacing a little.*
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Post by ~Dernhelm~ on Dec 3, 2002 12:41:33 GMT
"Uhh..." Éowyn is barely conscious and moans slightly, her vision seemingly blurred. She thinks she recognizes the two Rangers helping her, though her mind was terribly dizzy and she wasn't sure. After taking a few deep, painful breaths, she caughs a little. "Im? Rhia?" she asks, then her eyes fall shut...
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Post by Rhiannon on Dec 3, 2002 13:48:31 GMT
Don't worry, Eowyn, you'll be alright. *Tries to keep a firm voice. Searches through her bag and takes out a small green vial, a wooden box and a pair of tweezers.* Ok, this is a painkiller. *Lets a few drops of the green liquid fall into the wound and waits a few seconds.* Nods at Imrel* I'll now try to get out the metal pieces.* Carefully probes for the pieces and manages to pull them out. *Good... *Opens the small box. Inside is a strong smelling paste. *One of the components is Athelas, the other ones help to close wounds fast. *Applies it and covers the cut with a clean piece of cloth. Puts everything back into her bag again and sits back* That's it. It will only slow down the process a few hours. *Looks at Mel and sighs* We need to get Eowyn to a conscious elf as soon as possible.
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Post by Imrel on Dec 3, 2002 23:14:37 GMT
*Nods, looking down at her friend anxiously, and then over at Melian, lying passed out on her side. Fortunately, the Sea Elf doesn't seem to be in bad shape apart from some minor wounds on the forwhead and arms.
*Stands up, pushing back her blood and dirt matted hair distractedly.*
We really need help moving them...
*She glances in the direction Rhia came from, where the fight had been taking place before the Orcs were defeated, and sighs slightly in relief as the party of twenty odd come from the forest to their position.*
*Jake, meanwhile, has reached the outskirts of Bree and is searching the camp He calls out as loud as his tired voice allows him to.*
Is there an Elf here?
*A few people look up at him from various campfires, where they are eating scavenged loaves of bread and nursing wounded, sympathetic for him but unable to help. Finally, Jake reaches his grandmother, Mora.*
Grandma... That Eowyn girl, she's been stabbed with a Morgul blade. The Ranger, Rhiannon, is tending to her, but she says an Elf is needed...
I haven't seen any around these parts, I'm afraid, Jake. This is a place for Hobbits and Men, not the fair folk. I doubt I'm much of a match for a Nazgul weapon, but let me come and see what I can do.
*Jake nods, quite hopeful that Mora will be able to help, and goes to find a horse to return quickly to Rhia and the others.*
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Post by Melian on Dec 4, 2002 5:13:08 GMT
*mel wakes up, she is in an extreem amout of pain with her arm broken and body broosed she speaks her voice horse and filled with pain*
whats going on? did we win?
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Post by ~Dernhelm~ on Dec 4, 2002 8:36:18 GMT
Éowyn was still half unconscious, though she now felt less pain and her eyes weren't as tightly squeezed shut as they used to be. She takes a few deep breaths, though they still remain ragged. One of her hands change positions and her head rolls to the side, hiding in her messy long hair...
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Post by Rhiannon on Dec 4, 2002 11:08:20 GMT
*Quickly turns to Mel* Mel? How are you? Yes, we did win but many of us are bady wounded.
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Post by Imrel on Dec 4, 2002 23:33:51 GMT
*Crouches down, relieved that Mel is awake but still worried.*
Eowyn's been stabbed, Mel... With a Morgul blade. Help is coming from Bree, and Rhia removed the pieces, but can you think of anything else we can do to save her?
*At this point, a lank brown horse canters up to the four of them, tossing and reering with nerves. Jake leaps down, and then steadies the horse so that Mora can alight.*
*The elderly Hobbit is quite unnerved, but gripping her medical supplies bag tightly as she hastens to the small group.*
I offer my assistance, and my herbs and cordials... Who is most in need of aid?
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Post by ~Dernhelm~ on Dec 5, 2002 7:26:40 GMT
Éowyn moans something unconprehensible, just giving a faint sign that she isn't gone into the shadow yet...
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