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Subject: OOC: Truthfully, Swift, I thought I was incharge of bein' the vermine (hehehe) and planning where/when they come, too. Though, personally, I couldn't care less. As long as they don't come in swarms one after another, I'll be fine. But an army of injured soldiers and an Abbeyfull of sick creatures can get too much for just me and Mick (Which I appreciate the help, by the way) to handle! I need some healers to spring up and assist me! BIC: *Harebell finishes straightening up around the Infirmary, and begins to sit down for a small break while Mickle finishes administering the potion* INSIDE... Author: Harebell [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 12:59:09 05/19/03 Mon Author Host/IP: snjts2-33-114.jersey.net/209.66.33.114 In reply to: Swiftstream Brooktail 's message, "*Swift hears Fik's cries, and roars aloud. He runs and leaps over the vermin penning him in. Slaying any vermin in his way, he darts up the wallsteps to where Fik lies rolling about in pain. Swift undoes his haversack and pulls out a canteen.* Easy mate, easy... Lemme wash this business outta yore ugly face. Urgh, yeh've got some cuts at'll scar, but they'll be an improvement on yore mug. Up yeh come now, yeh should be able teh see again." on 18:14:46 04/28/03 Mon Thanks, Mickle. I've been on my feet for quite a while, and the help is appreciated, you can be sure! *Yawn* I'm going to take a nap. Wake me up if the vermin decide to invade again... *She falls immediatly asleep, completely wiped out* [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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Subject Author Date *Swift finally finishes clearing the abbey of dead vermin bodies. He heaves the last one out of a window, and stumbles about.* Urgh.... I really needs teh 'ave summat a bit more 'olden on me gash 'ere... *The hole that the throwing knife made has widened itself and is still bleeding. The otter washes it out a bit with some water, and applies another dockleaf and mud to it. This time, however, he puts some herbs in the compound.* 'Opeferlly this fixes me up a bit. Now, lessee if'n 'arebell an' Mick needs 'elpins. *He limps down the stairs to the room Mickle is in.* Needs 'elp, mate? (NT) Swiftstream Brooktail 17:56:16 05/19/03 Mon