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Post by brandvandet on Jun 29, 2018 18:20:34 GMT -6
Hello Starborn, and welcome to Serora Plot 604: Fall Team Leader: Moree Participants: Arethusa, Diana, Eyrin, Katiaka, Nefertiti, Nero Please keep the following in mind!- Posts must be a minimum of 175 words. There is no maximum!- No strict order is enforced, but there must be at least two posts between your own character's.- No god-moding or reading characters' minds (unless your pony is a literal telepath, anyway)
- Always get consent before harming another character!- Your team is precious. Try to interact with everyone. <3- Have fun! Even if your pony isn't. 8'DPrompt: War is not only for the fighters. It is a test of the healers as well. Saviors and Clerics have been working in tandem since the start of the invasion. The Talorians, despite their shocking customs, have had great strides in medicine and come bearing supplies and techniques that are hard to turn away whatever their prejudices might be. Ready your medkits for the wounded to be carried home. Location: Somewhere in the Ziuseset Time of Day: Late Afternoon Current Weather: Heat Lightning on the horizon Please wait for an introductory post!
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Post by Deleted on Jul 1, 2018 19:23:44 GMT -6
The shouts of the two breathless Windracers could be heard before the flap of the healers' tent was thrown open. "Help! We need help!" Their voices were throttled by ragged breathing as they dragged their boards behind them. A hulking sandy shape was bridging the two vehicles. It wasn't moving.
"One of the furies --" The first windracer began, stumbling with exhaustion, ribs heaving. "One of the-"
The other was impatient: "It's Golgotha, she's been hit!" Sure enough, beneath the layers of sand and soil, the dragon pegasus could be seen. Her massive body was twisted across the two boards, her huge furnace of a chest barely rising for breath. One of her batlike wings jutted at an odd angle, reaching skyward like a branch, the webbing skin between the long appendages melted away. Judging from the angles of some of her joints, the fall looked almost worse than the burn.
"Do something!" the second Windracer demanded while the first caught their breath. They were both slicked with sweat from dragging the massive Fury across the sand, eyes fearful as they looked from the healers to the fallen soldier. whats up guys im crashing in from 603 and im here to stay B) |
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Post by Spectre on Jul 1, 2018 22:40:32 GMT -6
From one war into another. That seemed to the magical pattern. Diana had known from the beginning that war was coming, she just hadn’t known when. So when word of the Talorian Emperor washing up on her herd’s shores, she had known the clock was ticking.
She just hadn’t expected it to strike so hard.
She had been shipped off to Aqoure, guarding a set of youth within the wilds of the continent. Becoming close with on named Belle, but she had wished to out on the field. She was a Savior, meant to use her abilities to help the injured and sick. She had felt she was needed out there, not secluded away in some dark corner of the continent. Diana had wished for action, to be useful.
After her return to Serora, she had a brief respite, being with her friends and family. It had helped settle the constant terror nipping at her heels. Then word of the impending army had reached her. She had grabbed her saddle bags, triage kit and had been one of the first to the area. Setting up along her Talorian allies.
Now she saw just how hellish the battlefield could be.
The scar on her chest ached at the sight of blood, making her quiver at her own memories, but there was no room for fear here. The warriors were needed and she was the once who had to keep them running, even though she knew those kinds of injuries could talk months to heal.
To say the least she grew used to the hectic and hellish sights of the tent, but that didn’t make it any easier when another life had to be dragged into the tent for even a small hope of survival.
Diana’s head whipped up at the sound of heaving, already knowing what it meant. Before she could speak the two wind racers already answered her questions. Growling, Diana burst over to the board, brushing hair aside from the Fury’s face. Her mind made quick work, probably at least cracked ribs, broken -also roasted- wing, and broken bones or popped out joints.
Diana growled.
“Fuckin’ hell, you two help me get her up onto the matt and someone else get a poultice for the burns, bandages, sewing needle and thread! Don’t want these getting infected”, She paused, “And I’ll just… Work on the broken bones.” Just as she finished Diana bowed her head and whispered out a quiet prayer to anyone who would listen. A simple mantra, Let her live. Let her live. By the Stars let her live.
She moved aside as the wind racers dragged her in closer. Hissing, Diana helped them move the large mare onto the matt and watched as they went back out into the storm. She then whipped her head back around and began to inspect the wing, wishing desperately she had some kind of healing blessing, anything to help the mare in front of her.
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Post by seechem on Jul 2, 2018 4:30:31 GMT -6
N E R O
a Saviour of Serora
'writing my poems for the few that look to me, took to me, shook to me, feeling me'
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The evacuation had been tough. He was a medic, so being on the move was none too strange, and on top of that he was a Seroran - migration was in his blood. But to move into such an enclosed space; relative to the great expanse of desert and wilderness of before, felt suffocating and wrong. The roan knew this was what came with war, but it unsettled him deeply nonetheless. This coupled with the arrival of Talorians to 'assist' the war effort and the subsequent uncovering of their 'cultural practices' had caused Nero to become slowly more reclusive.
But then he received word he was needed to tend to the wounded, his duty urged him to set aside differences and try to settle in with his herd's allies.
Having seen Madden off on his assignment, giving a quick farewell kiss to his lover, Nero made his way to where the healers were to be stationed. He had Poppea on his back, the sand cat curled up against his neck and purred softly. He had been stationed not far from the frontlines, and a shiver crawled its way up his body. "Huddle." He whispered. He had taught Poppea a few key terms, and this one indicated she had better hold on tight. The pale sand cat wiggled her way into the loose hood of Nero's cloak while the blue roan fastened his goggles on. He dug his hooves into the soft sand and bolted forward. Over the past few months he had felt Alya's blessing blossom within his chest , and his speed was now exceptional.
The sun was just rising above the horizon, casting away the oranges and purples of Alya's sky. With his Blessing, the saviour packed and bundled his supplies for travel as some Windracers had been tasked with getting him to his post.
The ride seemed longer than it actually was, only a few hours on a windboard, but every moment felt like an eternity where he was not being useful. He spied the tent ahead, seeing several other horses already assembled there. It took him a matter of minutes to unpack his supplies inside the field tent. It was still blisteringly hot, with the late afternoon sun scorching down on the assembly of healers. Sure enough there were Talorian clerics among Nero's fellow Seroran saviours. The blue roan passed silently by his new companions and laid out his herbal supplies.
He didn't have to wait long for their first patient to arrive.
"One of the furies--" Nero startled around to see two windracers hauling in...someone. In a swift motion Nero cast off his cloak and had his saddlebags opened, already withdrawing a few supplies of herbs and equipment.
"It's Golgotha, she's been hit!" The other windracer cried, panic evident. Nero shouldered past Diana and carefully lifted the giant's eyelid. She seemed completely unconscious.
"Do something!" One shouted. Nero's ears pressed flat against his neck and he held in a growl of frustration.
"There's water over there. Drink. I'm not going to deal with two cases of dehydration when we have serious cases to get on with." He snapped.
"Fuckin' hell," Nero heard Diana speak up and looked at her carefully, "you two help me get her up onto the mat and someone else get a poultice for the burns, bandages, sewing needle and thread! Don't want these getting infected." Nero shook his head and looked at the two exhausted windracers dejectedly. It seemed the mare had taken charge, and despite Nero's blood brimming with agitation he allowed her to bark her orders. Instead he closed his eyes and focused carefully on his Blessing. Calling all of Alya's assistance to his muscles he moved into action while they manoeuvred the hulk of a Pegasus onto a mat.
In a flash of blue and copper Nero was at a small wooden bench, scarping out materials from his pack. Aloe leaf, to soothe the horrific burn that was scorched up the fury's side. Without having to think the pestle and mortar he carried was on the bench, grounding the leaf, with water, into a paste. As his teke danced around this task like a firework he moved onto making a turmeric poultice. The moment he had finished the poultice he spun hard on his hind legs and was back at Golgotha's side within an instant.
He spread the aloe paste along the fury's side, eyebrows scrunched almost painfully in concentration. He then swiftly moved to the poultice and spread it around the wound and carefully dabbed it along the leathery folds of her wing.
"Okay," he breathed for a moment before shooting off again. This time he retrieved some white willow bark from his saddle bag, he didn't have a lot but he knew it was an affective painkiller. He began grinding it up into a dust, sparingly adding water to make it a paste. He heard the two windracers leave, returning to the fire of battle, and spared a prayer for them. He now slowed down a little, steadying his nerves. He couldn't afford to burn out too soon, so instead he loped back across to the fury. "Here's a painkiller for her." He said quickly, placing the mortar down beside her. "We need to stitch that wing, the burn should be alright for now, we will need to apply more aloe to it in a few hours, but it should be working." He looked over at Diana and the others, his heart hammering in his chest, before stepping up to examine the tear in her wing more closely.
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Post by Kelpie-River on Jul 2, 2018 10:34:21 GMT -6
Moree | Post One
The golden colored Cleric almost blended in with the sand around her, as she hurried from horse to horse, treating cuts, scratches, bruises, and cases of dehydration. Luckily, they were the worst things that she had seen in her time in Sedo, though unbeknownst to her, that was about to change suddenly, and drastically. Two Windracers appeared on the horizon, dragging what appeared to be a hulking, batlike boulder between them. The Cleric's blue eyes widened suddenly at the sight of what she realized was not a stone, but a horse. And a badly injured one at that. One of the creature's enormous, leathery wings jutted out like the branches of a dead tree, the flesh between the bones melted away by what the Cleric could only guess was an Aodhian fireball, or something along those lines.
A flash of blue-gray and white sped past the stunned Cleric, bringing aid as the two Windracers begged for help before dropping their load, and returning to the fray. Moree silently begged that if -- nay, when they returned, they would be in good health, and not dragging another case like this one. She didn't know if Cascade could hear her all the way out here in the desert sands, but she assumed it was better to ask for the Goddess's blessing and not receive, than to not ask and be judged as a non-believer. How she could ever be - considering she'd seen the Goddess with her own two eyes - was beyond Moree, but it was a risk she was unwilling to take.
Speaking of risk, that Fury was taking a terrible one with her life at the moment. Her iron sides barely moved as she breathed, and her bones jutted out at all angles. Even though Moree's blessing was at its fullest strength, her healing regeneration would not be useful enough to suddenly fix all the mare's problems, and make her magically better. The best she could hope to do was rebuild the flesh of her wing, so that perhaps with the proper settings of her broken bones, she might be able to fly once more. Moree knew what it was like to lose a limb that meant everything to the owner. Her own leg, regrowing itself slowly, often pained her still, reminding her that she had no use of it still, and was bound to her lapis lazuli prosthetic. Grabbing her bag of supplies, the Cleric began trotting over, feeling her familiar - Nimue, the winged snake - readjust her position curled up in the mare's mane. As much as she loved her other familiar, Cerberus, Moree had correctly assumed that bringing a hydra with her would have been a mistake, and had chosen to let the creature stay with family instead. Nimue, being small and unassuming, was easier to take along on the journey to Sedo, and being of a dry, scaly inclination, better adjusted to the environment than a marshland-dwelling hydra.
As she skidded to a halt beside a stallion she recalled was named Nero, and another mare, Diana. "I can start working on the folds of her wing," Moree said aloud, glancing at the others for approval, before realizing how childish that must make her look. Aged artificially by potions or not, she was an adult by her herd's standards, and it was up to her to show that side of herself to the Serorans, lest they think their Talorian allies were not worth the trouble after all. Firmly setting her expression, she shuffled over to Golgotha's wing, and narrowed her eyes, concentrating heavily. Slowly, ever so slowly, the cells began to multiply, and the melted flesh began to reform, attaching itself to the bony fingers where it had lived before being melted down that day.
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Post by akitapup on Jul 2, 2018 10:37:59 GMT -6
ARETHUSA
TALORI
Arethusa had wrongly assumed the in Talori would have prepared her for war. The occupation of the Flight had scared her into submission, afraid to directly oppose her enemies. In her mind, this act of bravery, heading directly into a war zone, would make up for her cowardice. Sedo was nothing like Aquore. The dry heat, beating down on her as oppressively as the terrorists did to her people, dried her out, leaving her winded and breathless any time she expended too much energy. This land was hellish, and none of the beauty of her homeland. Even worse was the state of the Serorans, bands of nomads running towards the Oasis from fear of the Aodhians, cruel and ready to take down anyone in their path. They disgusted her, truly- the people of Eithne were motivated entirely by selfishness, by greed, by lack of grace and virtue. At the same time, she wanted to run as well, but duty bound her here, and even if these Serorans were not her people, they were her allies who deserved her help just as much as her Talorians. Arethusa was thrown out of her duties when two windracers rushed in, panting and stumbling, dragging a giant behind them on their boards. She paused, her breath stolen for a second. This was the worst of the injuries she had seen for now, the horse's wings mangled and the charred stench permeating the tent. For a moment, she noticed that the pegasus, Golgotha, was breathing very faintly. Do something, she screamed at herself internally, frozen for a moment. The Serorans, and her Talorian acquaintance, Moree, got to action immediately, and Arethusa's gut dropped. This was new to her, for she usually had time to prepare, but now? This forced her to move, to take charge and to be brave, something she was clearly not. But these Serorans needed her, for something far greater and more important than her comfort. She took a deep breath, and moved over to the other Seroran saviors, by the side of the fury. "Let me help with her wings once you are done, Moree," Areth demanded, nervousness seeping into her voice and betraying the facade of fortitude she wore. "We must set her wings. If you can take care of the burns, I can help set the bones." She would be entirely useless without them, and she knew how much the Serorans favored their gifts of the air. She pressed her ears to Golgotha's heart- faint, but certainly there. "We have to keep her hydrated," she said, glancing at her colleagues. "If not, shock will set in, and it will make it far harder to keep her alive." Word Count: 443 Post 1 |
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Post by Spectre on Jul 2, 2018 12:17:39 GMT -6
Diana wasn't surprised at quick reactions of the other medics. It seemed that when you become a experienced medic you gain a inept ability of accessing and treating. A useful skill out here, especially if you wanted someone to survive. She sent a crimson stained glare when a fellow Savior pushed her aside- Nero is she was right. She stepped back ever so slightly as he moved the fury onto the mat. She spurred into action in tandem with Nero, as he made the poultice she whispered apologies to the fury as moved her slightly, moving the large furnace of a chest off the other wing, thanking Alya it didn't seemed broken, only bruised.
She moved aside the moment Nero came back around, gazing as he spoke. As he finished two more Savi- Clerics- stepped forward. Moree and Arethusa, the names came quickly. The clerics from the very herd who detested the wings on her brethren's back. A part of her was disgusted at their thought process, pegasai were just as worthy as any hippocampus, but she knew it was something taught, not born with. Shaking her head, she merely nodded to the clerics, stepping back as they all got to work. They all were focused on everything that needed to happen, she could step back and focus on water and less pressing injuries.
Standing up with wobbly legs, she dashed over to the jugs, bowls and supplies.
She tried to ignore the blood coating her knees and hooves.
She grabbed a shallow wooden bowl and jug, also grabbing a antiseptic poultice she had made earlier and linen wrappings. She spun on her hind legs with a practiced grace, dashing back over to where the fury laid. She settled the jug and bowl and settled herself at the mare's muzzle. Bringing the bowl forward, Diana coaxed the water down the mare's throat. Rejoicing when the throat bobbed. She also worked the poultice across the abrasions across the fury's legs and chest. Diana also whispered a comforting mantra as she worked.
Glancing up Diana sent a glance to her fellow medics, "How's it coming?"
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Post by notfromthisgalaxy on Jul 2, 2018 13:58:18 GMT -6
Nefertiti
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Post 1 | 407 WC Sedo was not what she had expected. The common horse felt as if she was baking underneath the heat- she surely thought Aqoure was the hottest, but she had been proven wrong. She would rather be back home; this was not something she was used to but these people needed her. And so she would be there for them. Nefertiti did what she could to help; patching words, giving soft words of encouragement and, frankly, just being there for those who needed her. She would be strong for those who needed her, but it seems more strength was about to be needed.
It had taken her a moment to realize what was even happening at first. The sound of those approaching ringing in her ears- her heart sank somewhere in her stomach at the panic that was in their voices. Nefertiti had to fight down the panic that was wanting to take over her body- her mind racing a mile a minute that this was not the time to let panic take over her. Composing herself as quickly as she could, she rushed over- eyes studying the fallen pegasus from a distance. The damage that had been done only seemed to get worse the closer she got to the fallen.
Giving the pegasus a quick once over with her gaze, the Cleric had a hard time picking what deserved her attention first. She felt her mouth go dry as her eyes turn to the Pegasus' neck. "Has anyone checked her neck?" She sent up a quick prayer to the Wave-Mother that nothing too damaging had fallen upon the vertebrae of her neck. Before anyone could really answer her question, the Cleric was gone- rushing to get something to put on both sides of the Fury's neck; grumbling under her breath when all she found was two thick cloths, this would have to do for now.
Shifting as carefully as she could around Golgotha, Nefertiti placed her makeshift splint around the Fury's neck- hoping it would be enough to keep her head in place, just in cause damage had been done to it. Better to keep it locked into place than have it somehow be made worse.
As she worked, she softly sent up a for words of prayer. Seeking guidance and help from whoever would listen to her at the moment. Satisfied with the work she had done, she turned to focus on the other damaged parts.
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Post by seechem on Jul 2, 2018 14:31:39 GMT -6
N E R O
a Saviour of Serora
'writing my poems for the few that look to me, took to me, shook to me, feeling me'
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Nero watched those around him move into action. Moree focusing on Golgotha's wing while Arethusa assisted. The mare Nero had charged passed, Diana, had begun to get Golgotha to drink, and this prompted Nero's brain. He hadn't thought to ask the specifics of her injuries, and he took a few paces back to look at the hulking mass of muscly pegasus that lay unconscious before him. 'Okay,' he thought carefully, 'burn to the side of the body, wing town and broken, large amount of dust on opposite side, shoulder appears slightly squashed...' His mind reeled and he closed in on the fury. He pressed an ear to her rib cage. He could hear the faint flow of air to her lungs, but with each inhale there was a crackling. The ribs.
"Broken ribs," Nero said, half to himself. There was little to do for those other than be aware of them. Until she was conscious it would be difficult to bind her chest without disturbing more pressing injuries. "but the burn seems stable." He carefully looked at the area covered by the aloe leaf gel and it was looking slightly less inflamed.
Now he moved towards her face, careful not to jostle Diana who was helping the mare swallow. She was seemingly taking the water, so Nero assumed she couldn't be too deeply unconscious.
"We need to wake her. We have little to no information on her wounds and," he carefully inspected her head to try and spot any injuries, "if she has suffered a head injury unconsciousness will not help her recovery." Nero looked to the others for a moment, but saw they were all focused on their own tasks, Moree making good progress in mending the pegasi's wing. The blue roan shuffled through his saddlebag and hastily withdrew a vial of smelling salts. He placed it beside him as he looked at the injured mare once more.
Cogs spun in Nero's brain. Fury. Wing torn and broken. Heavy bruising and broken ribs. 'Fall'. From the state of her, Nero judged she must have hit the ground hard, but her painful looking body didn't yield easy or specific answers.
"I'm going to try waking her. I am quite worried by her unconsciousness, we don't know how long she has been out of it for." he was anxiously muttering all of this to himself, feeling Poppea rub her muzzle against his hind leg in reassurance.
"Has anyone checked her neck?" Nerfertiti spoke up, seemingly suddenly appearing beside him and placing a splint around the mare's neck. He paused and gave an impressed and appreciative smile to the chestnut paint. Once Golgotha's neck seemed secured he passed the vial beneath her nose. He could smell the strong odour from where he stood beside her and carefully placed a little pressure against her head to try and stop her from startling awake.
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Post by moonlightwalk on Jul 7, 2018 9:36:19 GMT -6
Eyrin | Savior
Eyrin had never felt so helpless. Never once when he had taken the route of healer had he suspected ending up in a situation like this. War. The idea had never crossed his mind. His people were so peaceful after all.
Yet here he was as horses came in screaming and a fury was dragged in. Eyrin recognized her as one of the more expierenced ones, things blurring around him as he and his fellow saviors rushed to help her. His heart beat faster thinking about other less experienced horses. He thought about Mord and about Pangolin back in the valley. Gulping as he worked on cooling the burn marks that litered the fallen horse in front of him. Meanwhile he asked standard questions to the furies that dragged her in, though the answers did little to help the situation. It was standard procedure and right now the savior was working on auto pilot.
Alright, alright, he turned to his saddle bags, almost relieved he had been specializing in these kind of wounds since his father got burned. He started pulling out salves and other contotions that would help with the healing and keep the wound further sealed from sand.
He wasn’t sure who was doing what at that point, just trying not to get in anyone’s way as he worked. “Be careful,” he warned as it became clear to him they were trying to rouse her. “Keep her stable or she’ll worsen her condition by moving.”
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Post by Kelpie-River on Jul 7, 2018 13:00:24 GMT -6
Moree | Post Two
Moree’s knees were shaking as the mare struggled to keep her attention focused on the injured mare before her. Her state was not a good one, especially considering how She was still unconscious. Moree furrowed her brow, feeling the energy drain from her body, as though it were water evaporating into the air above the despicably hot Sedo sands. The gold and white mare watched as flesh bubbled, and began to regrow itself right before her eyes, melting downwards along the spines of Golgotha’s wing structure. As the mare watched webbing spread under her command, it became clear to her, from the periphery, that they were attempting to raise the beast from her unconscious state. Others were already calling out warnings, but Moree felt she must be compelled to toss out her own.
“ Go slowly with her,” called the Cleric, as the bitter scent of the smelling salts reached her nostrils. “ If she moves this wing before I finish with it, I can’t guarantee she’ll be able to fly on it again.” The mare’s tone was grim, as was her expression while she concentrated on patching up the fury’s burned limb.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 7, 2018 15:46:49 GMT -6
golgotha you don't believe in god, i don't believe in luck Golgotha showed occasional signs of life as she was moved into the tent, grunting in her unconsciousness or twitching an injured limb. Her battered wings in particular curled away from the healers' touches, no matter how ginger, and shifted as she rested. As the pressure and contact from the team grew more intense, more sustained, more of the gigantic fury began to stir.
Her lips twitched and eventually pulled back into a grimace, revealing the bent remains of the jewelry she wore over her teeth. She drew her hooves into her body, tensing momentarily from nose to tail as if she were going to roll over, or try to stand. Thankfully, she remained prone, but as Nero's pungent smelling salts were wafted in front of her broad muzzle, Golgotha's eyes opened.
The green eye visible to the healers snapped open wide after a bleary blink, and then glanced around quickly. The lenses of her flight goggles had broken out at some point, giving the healers a clear view at the haze of pain and panic in her face. Pain washed over Golgotha in waves, registering from new places as she gained consciousness, and her shallow breaths turned to gasps.
One foreleg, which miraculously appeared undamaged, wedged itself under her huge barrel and began pushing, as if to rise to her feet. Golgotha groaned with effort, her wing shoulders twitching futilely in an attempt to beat her broken wings and escape whatever place this was. After a moment, her efforts failed, and her body landed back on the mat, dead weight.
Her heavy breathing continued, her wordless panic compounding as she became increasingly agitated. Golgotha's legs scrambled uselessly as she rolled her body over, smearing the freshly applied poultice as she thrashed to be free of the healers surrounding her. Her mighty tail -- like a tree trunk of leather skin and solid muscle -- swung violently in the effort while her grunts of pain built into roars of terror. post 3 | 327 words hey do yall remember that scene from jurassic park |
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Post by notfromthisgalaxy on Jul 7, 2018 17:33:54 GMT -6
Nefertiti
Talori | Cleric [Spiritual Guidance]
  
Post 2 | 398 WC Nefertiti had been busying herself with cleaning a few cuts and open wounds after she had been satisfied with the work done to the Fury's neck. Not having a strong stomach for blood at times, Nefertiti tried to get the job done as quickly as she could. Quietly humming to herself, trying to keep her mind grounded in reality as she worked. Working at a steady pace, anytime the unconscious mare shifted or move, Nefertiti would pause in her movements to watch Golgotha with a keen eye.
Her nose wrinkles at the strong smell of the salts; the bitter smell making her turn her face away from the source. "That might shock her..." The Cleric gives the Savior a questioning look. Not quite sure what they had planned on doing when this giant of a woman was awake and aware of her surroundings. "Be careful. We don't want to be the cause of more damage."
Nefertiti had been caught off guard by the Fury awakening. Panic and fear set into her being as she frantically looks for a way to calm the mare down. She wasn't sure what she should focus her attention on first- what would be the best course of action to keep anyone from getting harmed?
She wanted to scream at the Savior, but she knew he had been doing his best. So, she keeps her mouth shut on the matter. "By the goddess." Nefertiti's words leave her lips in a hushed whisper. Scurrying to her feet, the feeling of the Fury's large tail coming in contact with the side of her neck had pulled her from her thoughts. Tilting her head down, she had begun to cough and wheeze- trying to catch any breath of air that she could. And just like that her worry had dissipated and manifested itself in irritation and anger.
Caught off guard, Nefertiti tried to regain her composure as quickly as she could- not wanting to just stand by and watch. "Be still! You're going to make it worse!" Her words came out in a harsh cough as she struggled to catch her breath. Already knowing that her words would be little to no good at this moment- but as of right now, she just needed to yell. Gone were any ideas of being gentle- at least as far as Nefertiti was concerned. They had to get Golgotha under control and they had to do it soon.
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Post by Spectre on Jul 7, 2018 18:27:39 GMT -6
Diana was shaking. She didn't want to think about it.
It was as if one of her own siblings was under the medics care. Her heart bled for the mare beneath her touch. While Diana cared for her herd, she never realized how much her heart bled for them until one of her herdmate's lives was it risk. It was in those moments the terror and sadness reared their ugly heads and made her throat constrict in terror.
She had only lost one life.
One to many.
Because of that fear, Diana had turned her full attention to the fury's face in front of her. All the other medics around her became indistinct background noise as she worked, only moving aside for the splint to be put on her neck and for the smelling salts to be put before the mare's nose. It didn't register what her fellow medic's objectives were until the fury's eye sprung open glazed in agony.
Diana jumped back as the Golgotha's chest began to heave and her head reared. Crimson eyes shot up and sent a frenzied glare to the medics, "What the hell were you thinking?! Yeah, wake up the fury whose covered in burns and cause her extreme agony?! Well now you know her head's fine, get something to knock her out, NOW!" She was in a tizzy, the words spilling past her lips in a angered frenzy.
Her head whipped back as the groan reached her ears. Cursing Alya's blue sky, Diana leaped forward and pushed her head parallel to the fury's own. "Come on Golgotha, calm down. I know it hurts, but I need you to stop squirming please. You know me, Diana."
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Post by akitapup on Jul 7, 2018 19:29:22 GMT -6
ARETHUSA
TALORI
Arethusa, buried in her work of trying to fix the wing, had not paid much attention to Nero’s words until it was far too late. By the time she realized how horribly it could go wrong, she swung her head around to see he had already put the intense vial under her nose, rousing her up. The others had already shouted out their own protests which were quite reasonable. This pegasus was a giant and she could cause a lot of damage. Areth froze as Golgotha began to rouse, groaning as she struggled to find her footing. It was just her luck that she was by her side, and in a slight daze, consumed by the situation around her, she stumbled back as best as she could. Tripping over her own feet, she got caught in the frenzy around her, Nefertiti yelling first and then Diana’s spirited voice. The battered body rose, wings flailing around her uselessly, and she shook to be free of the healers surrounding her, and in that moment, her impact tossed Arethusa to the side. The mare did not even recognize her own voice as she shrieked, hot pain shooting up her back leg as it crumpled beneath her. Now she was panicking, and the only thing in her mind was to run. Blinking away tears, she managed to get out of the path of the gargantuan pegasus, falling safely behind Diana and Nefertiti. “Golgotha, please,” she cried, her voice cracking as the injury pulsed. Gods, it hurt. “ We are trying to help!” Surely someone would get through to her! Word Count: 264 Post 2 |
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Post by seechem on Jul 8, 2018 5:25:03 GMT -6
N E R O
a Saviour of Serora
'writing my poems for the few that look to me, took to me, shook to me, feeling me'
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Green; her eyes were green, with pupils hazy and clouded. For the briefest moment Nero felt vindicated, a concussion, probably a major one. 'Good call'...bad call. The haze in her eyes didn't fade, nor did the obvious panic and discomfort. Shit. No, no, no! Nero's mind reeled as he heard Poppea screech and dive out of the way of Golgotha's tail. 'Shock...shock you moron, this is war not a general combat wound. War!' His inner voice screamed at him. He had little wartime experience, had never worked with others to treat someone had never, had never, had...
The considerable mass of muscled pegasus moved surely and powerfully, a foreleg attempting to lift her hulking mass upright, and failing causing her to drop back down to the mat with a hefty thud. Nero was frozen, eyes fixed and wide on the mare. 'Stay calm, this is fine. She's just startled. Stay calm.'
The calm shattered. The panic of the patient did not subside, and her agitation was clear. She rolled, wiping the poultices and herbal medicines across the mat, thrashing her gigantic form to try and free herself from them. She must have thought she was still ensnared, that the enemy still had her. Nero had never worked with patients who had been burned, and his mind clicked over with the unconsidered possibilities for error. 'You idiot, you, you-' but he didn't have to chide himself anymore, another of the healers was already doing that for him.
"What the hell were you thinking?!" It was Diana, and Nero would have flinched at her words were he not already recoiled from the thrashing mare. "Yeah, wake up the fury whose covered in burns and cause her extreme agony?! Well now you know her head's fine, get something to knock her out, NOW!" The order was barked at him, his ears ringing, the pitch getting louder and louder. But everything was moving in slow motion to him, and he slowly became aware that his body was vibrating, his anxiety having called on his Blessing so that his hyper speed was rippling all over his body causing him to tremble like a blur. 'Knock her out,' he thought, clenching his teeth as he tried to stop the quaking that wracked his body, 'I know what could do that, but the concussion, she shouldn't sleep on it...she could have serious internal...'
"Be still you're going to make it worse!"
"Come on Golgotha, calm down. I know it hurts, but I need you to stop squirming please. You know me, Diana."
Two medics were already trying to soothe the fury; who in that moment was thrashing blindly and furiously at them all. Nero was just able to duck out of the way of her tail, skidding back with his blessing.
'Act now, feel hurt about it later.' His hooves cracked beneath him as he dug them hard into the ground, he would need to move faster than he had done before in such a small space. With a blur of motion he moved the supplies away from the frenzy so that valuable remedies would not be lost. Something to calm her, maybe not knock her out entirely but something to stop her ability to cause further damage.
'Kava; piper methsticyum or Kratom; mitragyna speciosa.' Two of the most powerful herbal tranquilizers Nero knew of, and he panicked that he didn't have any. The fluidity of his motion did not falter, however, and he was into his herbal supplies like a shot. Kava could be taken in liquid form and a high dose was easy to make. He rifled through the supplies wildly and found some of the stem and leaves. As quickly an effectively as he could he ground up the herbs into a powder and added it to a glass of water. The concentration of the substance was high, but Golgotha was a large individual. "Over 19. hands, muscle mass quantifiable to metabolism. Chances are she'll burn a lot of this up in her system quickly...so...3/4 of the cup should be powder then water." he rambled off, his voice almost high pitch to make out with how quickly he was speaking and moving. He turned quickly, hooves bending once more away form the work bench to the patient.
"Kava beverage, potion, strong sedative." He spoke, breaths hitching, "Should sedate her, or at least mellow her enough that she'll lie down and won't have the energy to move." he held the potion aloft in his teke. His trembling resumed, though his teke was steady. The sudden adrenaline rush was spilling over and he appeared blurred at the edges as he spoke. He eyed his fellows nervously, ready to spring should any of them come into the line of Golgotha's rage, it was then that he heard someone get struck, and saw in a moment of slowed time the fury's tail collide with Arethusa's leg, producing a sickening crack. 'No...'. The blue roan clenched his teeth and sent a prayer to Alya, one of many recently, to forgive him and protect his fellows. He wavered between rushing to help her, and calming the raging mare that was their patient, but he saw Arethusa was positioned behind Diana and Nefertiti, and so remained where he was.
"I can give it to her, but..." his voice fell away in the pandemonium, he wasn't sure he could take making a second mistake, but he had to amend the one he had just created. His shivering intensified, but the potion hung in the air within his teke.
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Post by Kelpie-River on Jul 8, 2018 12:45:07 GMT -6
Moree | Post Three
Oh holy hell. Moree felt the healing connection between herself and Golgotha sever, as the mare's eyes snapped open. As the creature awakened, the excruciating pain of her wounds overtook her, and sent her into a thrashing, furious frenzy that knocked over bottles of various supplies, spilling the necessary nectars inside across the mat, and into the sand surrounding it. The beast's tail and wings thrashed furiously, colliding with a number of clerics and healers as they spasmed, including one mare who's leg snapped with a terrible sound as the fury's tail collided with it. Moree winced, ducking as the tail swung around her direction. She didn't want to end up in the same predicament as the other healer, that was certain. Now they had more injuries to deal with, besides those on the enormous fury.
Horses were yelling at Nero to knock her back out, begging that something be done to control the creature. Moree considered adding her voice to the fray, but the blue roan had already zipped off, murmuring to himself as he used his blessing to bring a draught to the mare with the utmost speed. He seemed hesitant to give Golgotha the draught, stopping short and hovering near her, the bowl held close in his teke.
"For Cascade's sake, give it to her!" Moree whinnied, her voice frenzied, as she hoped to spur him into action. "We don't need more injuries to take care of!" Her voice was heated, though she didn't intend to be sharp. But there was too much damage being done, both by Golgotha and to her, for the mare to keep her temper calm, and allow Nero to hesitate farther.
WC: 282
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Post by moonlightwalk on Jul 14, 2018 15:35:59 GMT -6
Eyrin | Savior
There were too many horses working on Golgotha at once. Used to working alone, it gave Eyrin a nasty flashback to the last time he desperatly worked with another Savior to save someone’s life, that one didn’t end well. He rushed to try and and calm their patient as woke up in a panicked fever, stricking out around her without truely registering what was going on. She sounded scared and even though it was unintentional, she was a force to be reconned with. He tried to gently apply some pressure with his teke to calm her down but got distracted by what sounded like one of the talorians definitly getting injured. He moved to follow her as he said: “Give her a calming draft, please.”
Then he was approaching the mare that was tearing up. “Are you ok-?”. Before he could get that out however, he felt Golgotha’s tail lash out just next to him, narrowly missing him, but taking out two of the ankers of one of the main support beams.
“Thumbleweed,” Eyrin cursed as he watched in horror as the pole started to lean and fall.
“No.” He planted himself against it, trying in vain to keep it upright completly. Instead it fell over against his back, years springing to his eyes and crying out as the heavy weight pressed forcefully against his spine. He felt nauseous for a second before adrenaline kicked in and he pushed back, making him cry out again. He wasn’t about to let this tent come down on them.
“The ankers,” he grit out, the words sounding like something between a command and a pitiful plea. His knees quivered.
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Post by akitapup on Jul 27, 2018 12:06:27 GMT -6
ARETHUSA
TALORI
As Eyrin approached her, she blinked through her watering eyes to put on a facade of strength. She stood up again and pain erupted in her back leg again, biting down on her tongue as a yelp threatened its way out of her mouth. Shaking away her tears, she forced a smile, and said, “I’m fine, th-“Golgotha, still in an uncontrollable state, swung her thick tail and narrowly missed Arethusa and Eyrin. Not as fortunate, were the posts holding the tent up. The tail slammed into a pole, ripping out the anchors that kept it held into the ground. Eyes widened as it began to creak, barely audible over the arguing between the other clerics and saviors. In shock, she was not quick enough to move, but Eyrin was. He took the weight of the poles, but cried out as it tumbled into his back. As if an anchor held her lungs down, she felt a terrible weight on her chest. He struggled, and the chaos all around her muddled her mind. Something needs to happen, she thought. The frenzy to get Golgotha a calming medicine and the now imminent situation that Eyrin was stuck in caused a dilemma- who to help first? No more waiting. She jumped forward and ignored the great pain from her ankle, placing herself under the pole and struggled to attempt to remove some of the pressure from Eyrin’s back, to no avail. Like a solid wall, it stayed put. Too small, she realized, but she took a look at the other horses. “Give Golgotha the sedative!” She shouted, surprised at the power her voice had. “Two of you, please, help me with the pole! I must get the anchors back in!”Word Count: 288 Post 3 |
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Post by seechem on Aug 8, 2018 13:21:40 GMT -6
N E R O
a Saviour of Serora
'writing my poems for the few that look to me, took to me, shook to me, feeling me'
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No, no, no, NO! Nero's brain felt shot through, Alya's Blessing shuddering against him as he watched the destruction around him burst to life.
"For Cascade's sake give it to her!" Cried the palomino, Moree, who was their leader. This snapped Nero's attention for a moment before CRASH, his head spun to watch the prehensile tail slam against one of the tent supports and send the beam thundering down on top of Eyrin. Pain showed instantly across the other horse's face, and Nero was juddered back into the moment again, feeling the sensation of his limbs beneath him, eyes once more zeroing in on the vial in his teke.
Golgotha was hysteric and in pain, sure, but that clearly didn't mean she could distinguish between assistance and assailants. A moment ticked passed as his brain formulated a way to get the elixir into her mouth, some way of getting it into her system. With a flash of movement he was by the tent entrance where the flaps of the entrance had been held open by rope. As quickly as he could, the blue roan untethered the rope from the rest of the tent and zipped back inside.
"Okay." With a quick flourish Nero unclasped his cloak, shot around to the great creature's side, and waited. Her head was lolling around and he assumed she was trying to find an escape route or a way to protect herself. She was much larger than him, but the medic reared, flinging his cloak over her eyes and holding it there. Generally blindness made one still a little, no use running when you cannot see.
He took the opportunity of her momentary confusion to uncork the vial and shove the end of it into the corner of her mouth, tilting it as best as he could until he saw the faint green liquid trickle out of the glass. It was a potent mixture, it had to be for someone of her size, and he knew it would start to work on her quickly.
He shot a step back, freeing his cloak that had been caught over her ears and on the webbing around her jaw and chin. Copper eyes looked at the damage; two injured medics, one still stuck under a pole, and a delirious and injured fury who would soon be back on her ass having wrecked the healing they had already achieved. A heavy weight began to settle in his mind, a fear and instinctual anxiety creeping up his neck like ice. He did this, he caused this. The rope still danged in his teke, should it be necessary he knew he could at least try and hogtie her. That, at least, should help make things right. Deep down, however, he doubted that very much.
"I'm so..." The words broke apart in his throat.
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Post by notfromthisgalaxy on Aug 10, 2018 15:02:49 GMT -6
Nefertiti
Talori | Cleric [Spiritual Guidance]
  
Post 3 | 290 WC Everything was happening so quickly around her that she frankly felt like she couldn't keep up. Her main concern had been directed to the fellow Cleric that had taken shelter behind her. But much like any other time she tried to focus on something, it seemed something else would begin to fall apart.
And quite literally this time.
"My dear, are you-" The words had been taken from her at the sound of Golgotha's tail smacking into the poles. Her breath caught somewhere in her throat at narrowly being missed by the limn. Nefertiti had felt the force of the thick tail once and was partially glad that no one was hit this time. (Mainly herself, and poor Arethusa.)
That relief was quickly taken away when the pole fell.
"Two of you, please, help me with the pole!"
Feeling her stomach sink and even more adrenaline set into her blood, Nefertiti rushed forward- following closely behind he limping Cleric. Mumbling a soft, "Be mindful of your leg," to Arethusa- it seemed a little redundant to say it at this point, but if someone else got hurt- or trapped -there would be no help for Eyrin.
Wiggling herself underneath the pole, she was not the strongest but it was shocking what the body could do given a life or death situation. Heaving her back into it, Nefertiti was able to move the pole just a little- her height compared to Arethusa gave her just the leverage she needed to relieve some of the weight.
"Could really use another hand!" She bites out, the adrenaline coursing through her helping her keep as much of the weight up as she could. Turning to Arethusa, her voice is steady. "Please, do hurry, my dear."
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Post by moonlightwalk on Aug 11, 2018 3:56:04 GMT -6
Eyrin | Savior
It hurts. That thought kept repeating in Eyrin’s mind as he grit his teeth and willed his trembling legs to keep up. He couldn’t let this tent go down. As things went on however, his vision got blurry and it hurt. The pressure on his back made him feel nauseous. Another horse came to help with the pole. Golgotha and Nero were vague thoughts at the back of his mind at this point.
He didn’t know when he started crying, but at some point it just occured to him that he simply was. Wet hot tears streaked down his face and he sobbed, scared out of his mind as his senses began to switch between pain and numbness. He wasn’t sure which one he wanted less.
The other horse was pushing, bless them. Someone had to secure it, now. Using the adrenaline that coursed through him, he threw in extra strenght, helping push the thing upright. He groaned, vision swimming. “Please.” He didn’t know who he was asking, who he was begging. Just a broken: “Please.”
And then it was too much. Something had to give and it was him. His backlegs slid away from under him, his eyes closing as his blessing started running doubletime.
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Post by akitapup on Aug 11, 2018 21:54:47 GMT -6
ARETHUSA
TALORI
The dire situation caused a lurching in her throat as she scraped the ground with her hooves, attempting to create some sort of base for the anchor to go into. She pulled with her teke on the loose anchor, but the fact that it had fallen made it far too difficult to do so. Areth was not one for swearing, but there were ungodly curses running through her mind as she stared with wide eyes.
Eyrin did not deserve any of this- he was just a good stallion, trying to help, but he had injured himself to do so. Her panic swelled. She pulled, again, teeth grinding against each other as she focused on the task at hand. It seemed to lighten, much to Arethusa’s surprise. Glancing back, she saw the mare, Nefertiti, had chosen to bear some of the pressure herself. Tears of gratefulness sprung to the feathered pony’s eyes.
“Please, do hurry, my dear,” the chestnut mare said.
Feeling less alone in a battle she thought she was losing, she pushed against the strain of the weight, and managed to lodge it into the ground. Using some of her own weight, she pushed her front hoof into it, securing its position.
Though the pole was off the two horses now, a bitter chill ran over her; she was no fool, the damage was quite clear. The tears falling off of Eyrin, and that desperate plea tightened her throat, and she lost her voice.
If this was Serora, she did not want to come back.
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Post by brandvandet on Aug 29, 2018 19:03:42 GMT -6
Your plot is complete!20 AP and 20 CS to Arethusa, Diana, Eyrin, Golgotha, Moree, Nefertiti, and Nero!
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