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Date Posted: 10:51:06 03/05/02 Tue
Author: Isobel and Argus
Subject: Here comes Terminix...
In reply to: Ravin, Marz, Jeremy 's message, "Let the fun begin!" on 09:57:10 03/05/02 Tue

Isobel readied a few of her knives to throw at the huge were-spiders. As they began pouring out of their homes in response to Erlic's toppling of the stalagmite, she flung her knives at any of the creatures that were near enough. Then she drew her sword, preparing to engage the enemy in hand to hand combat after Tristan fried as many as he could.

One of the huge creatures leapt at her from a rooftop and she screamed curses at it as she swung her sword, slicing the man torso from the spider body. The thing fell dead, legs twitching. Isobel was knocked to the ground by one of the legs but quickly scrambled to her feet and turned to hack at a female were-spider who was attempting to stab her with some sort of spear. A black substance coated the tip of her spear, and Isobel knew she wanted to avoid being injured by that, since it was probably some sort of poison.

"You are a puta and a bitch!" she yelled at the thing, and flung a knife into the creature's face. It impaled her cheek, infuriating her, but Isobel took the opportunity to behead the creature while she was still dazed.

An arrow suddenly whizzed by her head and she heard Marz shouting for someone to take out the archers. Si, that would be nice... she thought as another arrow slammed into her thigh. What was it about her legs? She seemed to get injured there a lot. This thought drifted lazily through her mind as she started to feel strangely sleepy, sliding down to sit on the floor near a wall.

How odd... everything seemed to be moving in some sort of weird slow motion... but she was too tired to think about it and her eyes slid shut.

*~*~*~*~*


Argus didn't have any weapons to use against the creatures in the cavern, so instead he cast a Bless, imbuing the party with greater strength and stamina. At least he could contribute that. Then he prepared himself to heal any injured. He saw Tristan taking a lot of damage and frowned. He wasn't sure if he could heal a dragon... he hoped Tristan was as tough as dragons were in legends.

He had to admire the way Laurel shot her bow so gracefully and yet so accurately. She was deadly as well as beautiful and courtly and charming... Argus smiled when he saw her look his way, then turned his attention back to the battle.

When he saw Marz shot with an arrow he rushed forward, murmuring a spell of protection, and examined the wound. "Dat's a blewdy nasty one. Yew'll have to get Val'rek t' get dat arrow out 'fore Ay tin heal it." He said with great concern as he tried to pull a resisting Marz out to where the healer was.

"Hold blewdy still, will yer? Yer goin' ter make it worse yew great clod!" He dragged Marz toward the cavern entrance and left him with Valhorek, then looked back in to see Isobel apparently unconscious against the wall.

"Blewdy hells," he muttered as he rushed back in and dragged her out. He examined her, noticing a strange odor around the place where the arrow had gone in. Fortunately it was sticking out the other side of her leg, so he could simply snap it off and pull both ends out without having to cause further damage by yanking the barb out.

He got rid of the arrow then laid Isobel out flat on the ground, making sure he set her sword nearby. He placed his hands over her wounded thigh (thank the gods she was decently covered this time!) and chanted the words of the spell to cure poison. A soft green glow surrounded the wound and travelled up her leg toward her chest. Once it dissipated the poison was neutralized. Argus nodded then cast heal wounds, healing the worst of the damage. The woman was still unconscious and would need a bandage on that thigh, but she would be fine.

Argus turned to Valhorek, who was busy with a fussing Marz. "Yew'll need ter bandage dis leg... Ay'm norra healer. Ay dun have any supplies or skill with dat."

He looked around to see if anyone else needed his help, though he was beginning to feel somewhat drained. He hoped they'd be able to rest after this or he'd be little good to them much longer. Why in the nine bloody hells hadn't he thought to get himself a weapon?

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