| Subject: OOC: It's alright Thorntail, no harm done. BIC: *Swift grins at Thorntail fussing over him.* Thankes fer th' 'elp, mate, but I kin walk an' fin' th' 'firmary on me own. You take me post on th' walls an' watch fer any varmints; methinks they're tryin' teh snipe us now. *He hobbles off to the abbey.* (Inside, for the rest) OOC: What grade are you in, Harebell? If fifth graders give you headaches, then you must be a bit older than I thought you were. |
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Date Posted: 10:14:52 05/31/03 Sat
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Swiftstream Brooktail
's message, "Abbey Defenders, the Continuation to the Never Ending Saga" on 18:30:19 05/27/03 Tue
*On the way in, Swift coughs up a bit of blood.* Urgh, I think I busted summat on me insides. Now, let's 'ave a lookit at 'arebell. *He bends over her and begins looking her over. After a few minutes thinking, and a little more blood coughed up, he stands up.* Now, I ain't a 'ealer, an' I definitely don' know my way 'roun' reckernisin' sicknesses, but I saw this'n once afore. I dunno what it's called, but I called it th' bruggledy. Mind you, I were smallish, an' thought that it sounded scary, but that ain't important. I on'y saw it from afar. T'were an ould 'edge'og 'at 'ad it, an' 'is wifey fixed 'im up right. I think she boiled up some granola in water an' juss kep feedin' 'im that. I ain't shore now, though... *He coughs up more blood, and then looks down to see a bloody hole in his jacket about stomach level. He opens up his jacket and looks down. A long, thin metal shaft is stuck in his stomach.* Well no wonder I were coughin' up blood... *He passes out and smacks his head on the table.*
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