Base-Hospital (Soldiers harmed in the dark Elf battle must come here)

[Spock]

Soon some of the soldiers came in on stretchers, and other decided to walk in. Indeed foolish really as Llanst and Daedrian passed out on the way. Indeed so they came in on stretcher any ways. Soon the soldiers harmed saw healers running about and putting them in their separate rooms. The rooms had tall tables, but were fairly comfortable. There were sharp knives, cotton balls, Q tips, splints, and bandages along with many sorties of items. The room was mostly stoic, but had good light.


Yarrow

Yarrow began to go into a coughing fit, and spewing forth blood. She began choking on her own blood thus adding to the difficulty of her wounds. The healers strapped her down on to a table where they firmly talked to each other as they undid the bandage, and observed the wound it was quite horrid really. Yarrow began to feel her body grow cold, and death began to grip her spine and send chills up and down it. yarrow knew something was terribly wrong.

Ryuujin

There was one healer with Ryuujin who observe d his leg "Hmmm you sprained your knee, and your ankle it seems. Also a nasty wound form an arow in your leg. My my. I will have to cut of the armor, clothing, and boots that are covering your right leg just to much damage." The healer then had his scissors taken from him so he went to fetch some more. However, Ryuujin felt his leg throbbing with much pain, and fought crying out and fainting....

Kellos

(OOC: remind me if I am wrong I think you got hit in the shoulder?)

As for Kellos he was rushed in to the a observation room, but know healer as off yet since his arrow wound to the left shoulder wa snot to bad. However, it was bad enough though to have an object impaled into the shoulder.

Agaenos

Well, Agaenos began to swell in his face and on his head. Indeed he was a hideous sight really. The pressure form it all mad e him pass out once again. He laid in the room sleeping like a baby as healers began observing him and checking his condition.

Daedrian

He was carried in to the observation room and turned dover on his side. Indeed a nasty gash on his back, and a thrust wound to the shoulder. The healers then observed the depth of the wounds, and checked for infection. they also probed to make sure no other wound s were present before applying application to healing the wounds...

Vincent

Ah yes vincent he broke his arm which was a bummer, but also a god send compared to others. However, he was going to have to wait the longest unfortunately. However, a healer did pop his head in once and nodded "broken right arm you have we will get that in a splint for yea soon. Sit tight.'

Llanst

Ah yes the citizen was carried in and put on the table where he slept for a while. A healer looked at and whistled with amazement "My, my friend thats one heck of a nasty stab wound you got there. Look I mean its twisted, and quite nasty...hhmmm. Well nothing major as of bleeding must not of his anything to bad. Well, lets cut some of the clothing away." The healer cut away the sleeve and shoulder portion of his clothing, and clean the wound and observed it first trying to figure out how to pull it out without hurting him worse "So how did you get this wound buddy..."

Emjanss

Emjanss saw as Yarrow suffered, and now started to fight fo rher life really. Will the nodded to teh healers "Let us go Emjanss and helpt he others. I would stay, but Yarrow has sevral skilled healers attending to her. Let us help the others." Will waited tos ee if Emjanss would follow. Indeed yarow was a friend, but that did not matter when others suffered. Will then observed to see if emjanss could make the hard decision to move on or not.



OOC: Ok this is for all soldiers who fought in the Invasion of the 20 Vyssie. You will have to come here, and get treated. If you don't you wont be able to participate in the next mission. Do realize I am moderating 7 people that number will actually go up a tad so cut me some slack if I get confused. Also you guys came in with different groups at different times.

[Kellos Vastak]

OOC: Wrong PC Spock. Agaenos was shot in the shoulder. Kellos was nicked on his right side, and his left hand was gashed along the back.

[Spock]

OOC: Ok I thought so. Coolness then I will make that change in next post Kellos. You should be up an out of here fairly quickly. =)

[Llanst Lestar]

Llanst looked directly at the healer standing above him. He wondered exactly what Llanst was meant to know about the wound.
"Well, sir, I was stabbed, as you can see. And it was twisted by the same person. Suffice to say, if it hasn't hit anything vital, it's safe to just pull it out."
Llanst lay his head back down on the table, determined that he would change his blood-stained clothes as soon as possible.

[Vincent Stefan]

OOC:
I’m not shore whether these resulted in an injury, but Vincent did receive many hits to the head. It would stand to reason that he would have a concussion or something.

IC:
Vincent sat in his cot he was assigned, his back propped up against the wall. He knew he would probable be treated last and in all it didn’t bother him. What right did he have to complain he had helped out with nothing. All of the wounded being brought in, they had fought for good reasons, killed many and walked away victories. What had he accomplished, he was beaten up and cast aside that is about all. What did he real accomplish in this battle other than being in the way? That thought continued to repeat adding more to the look of pain on Vincent’s face. Though none of the look had anything to do with his arm.
So Vincent sat quietly with his shame as he waited for his tern with the doctor.

[Agaenos Phidion]

OOC: Just so it's easier to know my injuries, here it is:

- Arrow impaled in left shoulder
- Punch in the face
- Fell on the floor, face first
- Shallow dagger slash in the face. Might leave scar.
- Part of an ear ripped off (the upper chunk)
- Knee'd in one of my "men's sanctuaries"

IC:

Slowly, he felt the comfort of sleep beckoning to him again. He struggled to keep his eyes open, after he had been unconscious once, knowing well what being knocked out is like. The corridor, the hospital room - and the vision is becoming darker - some frantic chatter around him, the heavy breathing of himself - but his eyelids were forced shut. The swelling pain, the memories, his exhaustion - there was too much to bear. Once again, he passed out, as he was rushed to a room, unconscious; though the painful expression in his face, and his determination to battle had completely faded. He was now within a dream, peaceful, comforting, as doctors began examining him.

Out of the void of his dreamy mind, a figure approached.

His mother.

"I told you!" She scolded in an angry manner, "You always let Meephos get the better of you, do you not?"

"But I have to help out my comrades, Mum!" He protested, And besides... besides... that Vysstichi woman knee'd me in the... thing! Do you know how agonizing -"

"What about before? You have no need to be angered when you get pierced by an arrow? Nor when you were about to be stabbed?" She asked rhetorically in a calm, but serious, manner, defeating her son. "The point is, Agaenos dear, that rather than heating up, and curse whatever beast is in front of you, you simply fight, unrelenting, until they cannot move in the Material Plane anymore. Then, maybe, you could curse them whatever you like, and I would not care if you called her 'Jorel's thing', as long as she is dead." She sighed deeply, calling forth a memory from a long time ago, "Remember I always said, 'if you have to shoot, shoot. Do not talk'? Remember that?"

"Yes Mum..." He answered ashamedly.

Agaenos' mother nodded in front of him, before fading away. Her son cried out, in despair, to her mother, pleading her to stay - but she was gone. All was void, and peaceful again.

Then, images of the Vis-aura entered his mind again. Spell-casting. Why, he still remembered the day when he was unbound, when he saw the Vis surrounding himself, and Kales.

"I wonder whether I could actually reach Clara..."

It was a whole new experimentation for him. He was (at least) half-aware that he is unconscious. Even when he was knocked out in the battle, he had never tried Meditating before. Slowly, he tried to clear his mind of all images, blocking them from coming in at all - even his parent's arrival he would block - and try to achieve Clara.

Of course, he may never know whether this would actually work or not.

[Ryuujin]

OOC: Just to clarify Ryuujin is still wearing his Ring mail armor that he got before the battle, not the chain mail that he got after. And he is still in his human form. Right?

IC: Ryuujin was a little disapointed that he would have to go get some new clothes but he did kind of want the arrow removed from his thigh. "Yes....Please.....hurry", Ryuujin grunted. The pain was so huge that he almost couldn't take it. He just layed back on the table and began to calm his breath. Slowly...in...out...in...out. Trying to shut down all the pain.

[Yarrow]

The taste of blood...cold...so cold! She felt binds pull her down...holding her against her will...what was her will? SO cold...something was wrong...

Bonsai? What's wrong? Bonsai? Where are you? Are you there? She tried to speak, but words only led to more blood. Blood...drip...drip...drip...splash...down her chin and on to her neck. It was warm against her skin. She didn't like the cold...she looked for her Vis level, but she was sure it couldn't help her. So much sticky warm blood.

Something was wrong. Bonsai...where are you? You were there a moment ago! Come back and hold my hand...don't...don't let me fall asleep! She was so cold... NO! I will not die! Bonsai...Bonsai...where... Sleep was coming onto her though...she fought it, but her mind thought that if she closed her eyes she would be warmer. She felt them begin to close and felt powerless to stop them...

[Emjanss]

Emjanss had tears in her eyes as she looked at Yarrow. She had always thought of her as older, even though she was a pattern younger than her, but here in the hospital, fighting for her life, she looked so young. She swore a silent oath to the gods for Yarrow's life then turned away from her friend, her heart filled with sadness, and answered Will, "What do you need me to do?"

[Spock]

Kellos

A healer came in time to look over Kellos, and looked at his wounds for a second. The healer grinned "well it seems that you got out of this pretty nicely I would say. You know compared to the others who are not fairing so well right now.' The healer then had Kellos take off his shirt, and armor. He then cleaned the wound that simply was a cut. He bandaged it with some pressure gauze, and then secure dit with a cloth that had stick end like a band aid. The healer nodded "thats that for that wound now lets look at that hand" The healer observed, and cleaned it this time it hurt much more. As a result it brought a bit of a tear in Kellos's eye, but soon the sting was barrable enough. The gash was deep so the healer put a herb type solution on the cut, and then began to stich the hand. Kellos's hand was a bit numb, but felt the pricks, and his skin tighten as the skin pulled together. Indeed, the healer counted 26 stitches after it was done with. The healer then cleaned up residual blood, and then smiled "well, all done for you. I suggest you g et some rest, and clean up. I say you can return to duty, but those stitches will be there a while. However, we ask that you leave, so that we can keep the hospital clear, and I am sure e you will see all of your friends shortly."

The healer then walked off. (OOC: Kellos your fine now, but RP with your healing wounds. Consider the stitches gone and your wounds fine when the next mission/quest comes about.)

Llanst

The healer rolled his eyes knowing he can t just pull it out. Indeed, those darn civilians and soldier think they know everything. The healer shrugged "well you got a mess in your shoulder young man. The way I see it is that if we pul it the result would be that you would lose function of your right arm, for about half a year or so. If we do it my way moving your will be a bit hard, and your shoulder in pain. However, you would be normal again after winter. Your choice you want me to just pull it or do it my way ? " The healer then looked at Llanst wondering what he wanted to do.

Vincent

A healer finally made his way to Vincent, and observed his arm. Vincents eyes seemed a bit glazed over. The healer then did a few tests with getting Vincent to follow his finger up an then down. Vincent did not respond perfectly "Hmmm think I will keep you here over night. Seems your head is a bit troubled by the obvious bumps, and reactions. I will send someone to splint that arm in the mean time."


Ryuujin


The healer then made sure the pants were cut, and any armor removed. He then swabbed around the wound clean. Soon the healer gave sharp tug and removed the arrow. Indeed, there seemed to be no heavy damage, but this wound would be painful when healing. The healer then applied tight pressure. The healer then worked on getting the body to clot the wound ont he most part before stitching it. The healer then explained "the arrow is out I am just needing the wound to clot a bit, and then we will proceed to stitching it."

Yarrow

Yarrow then felt the cold grasp of death itself steal life from her spine, but slwoly began to move to the other bone s of her body. The healers shouted "we are losing her!" The moved franticly trying to find the best way to removed the dagger or rather ge t her stable so they could. However, it just was not happening. Soon a man entered the room with the healers being more scared of him than if Yarrow died. The man then ordered "Everyone leave please I may be able to help." The lights dimmed as he blew each one out for some reason or another. yarrow could see what happened, but in a blurred disoriented way. Indeed terror jolted as Yarrow body naturally tried staying alive, and the mind dismayed at her help leaving or did it? The man than sat in a chair with only a shadowy dark figure at most could be seen. He gazed as Yarrow began to go through the obvious sign of death approaching. He then pulled out the dagger, and tossed it into the wooden door where it stuck perfectly int eh center as blood dripped form it on to the floor. The figure then grabbed Yarrow stomach sending pain up her greatly. yarrow then felt something weird in her head with a simple voice speaking with a course of voice of many men in sound. Indeed it sounded as though 100's of men speaking at the same time which provided a clear voice, but of odd sound "Bonsai, hmmm I put that thing to rest for now. Indeed, quite weak really. However, it seems your dieing...pity...I will heal the wound enough so that it wont be life threatening anymore if you promise to listen to me...deal?"

Emjanss & Agaenos

Will saw as they left the tears on Emjanss's face "Ahh yes tears of the caring. believe it or not thats a good thing as it shows you have the heart of a healer in you." Will smiled and took out a clean and small towel lightly clearing the tears "Now let us go see the big guy that you helped." soon they arrived in the room that Agaenos laid badly beaten "Well, first off he is out again which is good and bad. However, here is a solution druids give us form a plant the secretes a liquid that seems to reduce swelling. Now it rumored that the body swells inside as well. It make sense, but it seems this solution reduces swelling inside as well. What we do to be safe is spread this liquid over the swelling, and when he wakes up have him drink some. Now be warned it is very bitter. This should help with his fainting, and also perhaps saving him from his mind turning dumb from the swelling. Here is towel, and spread this on his whole head I would say. Go ahead and remove the bandage son his head the bleeding should have slowed then i will show you how to stitch a wound. Then how to remove most arrows." Will then handed her a towel, and a quaint jar of the solution. He then began to uncover the arrow wound....

[Llanst Lestar]

Llanst had not intended his statement to be taken literally.
"Whatever suits best, doctor. I didn't mean to just pull it out literally."
Llanst shifted sleightly on the table. End of Winter, he thought, I hope me fighting is actually acknowledged.

[Kellos Vastak]

Kellos grinned what he could, and nodded appreciatively to the doctor.

“Many thank sir, I am certain that I shall do much better now that my wounds have been treated. No offense intended, but I don’t hope to be seeing you soon, if you know what I mean.”

Understandably, the doctor wished him to leave the hospital to clear room for any other patients that would be coming in. As he hopped from the examination table, he let out a small grunt, and stumbled a bit.

“Damnit” he muttered, clutching his side tenderly. Though the wound was small, it was big enough to hinder his usually fluid and agile movement. He wouldn’t let that get to him though, as he was very lucky to have gotten through the uprising with so few injuries. So many others had been grievously wounded, many of whom he knew, and might never better know. He had watched obliviously as Yarrow had been stabbed in the gut, and he had done nothing, and from echoes of shouts from the halls, he could hear that her condition was critical. A tear slowly rolled down his cheek, dropping from his chin onto the stone floor in silence, almost as if the tear was also too aggrieved to speak. Kellos was not sure whether the tear had remained from his hand being treated, or if it was in anger and sorrow, though he knew that it could have been very well the latter. Everywhere he had turned, he had seen his comrades being wounded, and only once did he come to their aid. In a desperate effort, he had cut down the two Vyssitchi assaulting Daedrian, but even as they fell, he had found that he came to late to prevent injury.

Another tear fell, and when it struck the ground, Kellos steeled his visage. He wept for them, truly, he wept for each of them, and if just one had died because he had made a mistake, he would not forgive himself. He knew that in war, you can’t save everyone, that friends were bound to fall, but he also knew that in war you should save as many as you can. As stood to the full extent of his height, and walked to where the doctor had placed his shirt and armor. He grabbed his shirt with his hand, and as he held it up, inspected the shirt to see just how much blood he’d lost. Not surprisingly, there was a small stream of blood stained below the slice in the right side of the shirt, but it wasn’t a lot. He quickly pulled it back on, and grabbed his armor, reattaching the breast plate, shoulder and arm guards, side guards, and his gauntlets. He looked amusingly at his left gauntlet, a neat gash in the metal where his hand was cut. He’d have to get that fixed.

Quickly, checking to make sure he’d forgotten nothing, he turned and left the room. As he passed through the halls of the hospital, he passed many of the soldier’s with whom he fought, and blood on the floor, no longer any of it the Vyssitchi’s. He continued walking, and made his way out of the Hospital. The sky was still dark, and as he walked away, he felt that he could not escape the darkness of that night.

[Vincent Stefan]

Vincent was a bit confused, why could he not focus. Looking around the room, things seamed to go blurry then normal. The whole sensation was really frightening.
Shortly after his eyes fazed out again. The doctor entered his room. The medic preformed a few tests, one of which involved moving his finger in front of Vincent’s eyes. The funny thing was Vincent could not keep up with the finger. So it came as no surprise when the medic told him he was going to have to stay the night. Staying would be an inconvenience, but Vincent knew the doctor was right. There definitely was something wrong.
Siting further down on the cot so that he could rest his head on its pillow Vincent began to again reflect on the battle.

[Agaenos Phidion]

Just as Agaenos was about to meditate in his unconscious state, another dream appeared, irresistable, and filled Agaenos' mind with more images - images of the past... or perhaps future.

It was the past this time.

Tall, powerful pillars stood erect, towering above him. A fifteen foot high granite wall encased the forty foot high structure. It was truely spectacular, if not exquisite craftsmanship, for it was beautiful in its simplicity. Looking about, he saw he had shrunken considerably. Standing upon the hilltop, he looked about, and there was a flurry of other children coming up, towards the magnificent structure - none other than the Parthenon Temple.

He was back in Olympia.

One of the children shouted in greeting. "Hey! Agaenos!"

He stared intently, and he saw him. Kelathus, his childhood friend, along with most of his other friends.

"I didn't thought you'd pray to Ion-In-Iona..." He stuttered, "Inonannes?" Being a spectator of his own childhood, Agaenos chuckled, remembering how he was not able to properly pronounce the name Ioannes.

A sharp smell entered his nostrils...

[Daedrian Xias]

OOC: I suscribed to the Hospital a thread an you go and make another thread. Btw Spock,have I actually got that shield or was it taken,the thread was locked before anything could be said on it.

IC: As he was tended to, Daedrian just let the healers get on with it. A hospital wasn't a nice place to be and he wanted out as soon as his body would allow.

He smiled over the fact he'd entered a Abestat's base on a stretcher and not on foot. He was merely steps away from entering before he had been called to help.

And now..

"Dear gods sir,would you mind,that stings!"

Then of course it occured to him others had received worse wounds,so he shut up.