Outracing the Flames Discussion Thread - The Barrow-Downs Discussion Forum

Nogrod · 04-27-2006, 04:20 PM

I see, I couldn't make the post today, but I have some outlines for it to post tomorrow. If Tevildo would have time, I would appreciate something considering Dorran's watch by Sythric. Sythric would spit the medicine out from his mouth and be quite violently disturbed (coming to his senses after a nightmare). Then he would settle, and ask for the dead, and insisiting on a honourable burial to Raedwald (as he comes to understand his death after his question).

I guess Radwald's burial could be done in retrospect - so someone remembering it afterwards while riding towards Edoras? Sythric at least would do that - probably Meghan, or some others too?

So Tevildo: if you are online and have time to post, post here on the discussion thread, and I'll move your text to my save - or then Pio or Arry could do that. I could then answer / continue your post...

Undómë · 04-27-2006, 06:38 PM

Folwren

I've filled my SAVE. It will be interesting to see what Athwen does next.

Folwren · 04-27-2006, 07:05 PM

Oh, exciting!! I'll try to write a post for this thread (and the other) tonight. I'm behind my time.

Till later!

-- Folwren

Arry · 04-28-2006, 12:49 AM

Does someone want to carry us to the morning?

If not, I can do it sometime tomorrow . . .

Tevildo · 04-28-2006, 01:56 AM

Nogrod:

Would something like this help?

POSTED TO THE GAME ~*~ PIO

Tevildo's post

Immediately after eating, Dorran had pulled out his bedroll and gone off to the far side of camp to try and get a few hours of sleep as the healer had suggested. He had expected to lie on the ground with eyes wide open as disturbing images from the day's events flitted through his mind. What actually happened was different. One moment the young man was lying quietly and watching the others from a distance, some of whom were talking, others eating, while still others rested or slept. The next moment he was sound asleep, remembering and seeing nothing till several hours later when he was woken by Leod.

Dorran went over and sat down next to Sythric just as the healer had suggested. He bathed the injured man's head with a cool rag and kept a close eye on his chest and face to make sure he was breathing normally. Leod had said that Sythric might begin to come to and that Dorran should feed him a special potion if that happened. But so far there were no signs of that.

Dorran was so occupied with his duties that he thankfully forgot to think about the earlier battle or even his own killing of the Easterling. Sythric had been sleeping comfortably for some time when Dorran noticed that the wounded man was beginning to show some signs of movement. His eyelids were still closed, but his hands and legs changed position, and he even tried to roll over once. Surely this must be what Leod had expected, Dorran mused happily, thinking that Sythric would soon recover. The young man ran over to the coals and looked at the pot brewing there. The medicine seemed a bit thick to drink so Dorran added some water to it and then poured some into a flagon.

Dorran bent over to smell the concoction, and a sharp fishy odor assailed his nose. Curious to see what the brew tasted like, he popped a finger inside the flagon and then brought it to his lips to lick. That was his first mistake. The stuff tasted utterly awful. Ugh! He was glad he did not have to drink that horrible liquid. He felt a little guilty trying to feed it to Sythric, but if this was what was needed for him to get well, the poor patient would just have to suffer! After all, Leod was a healer and he must know what he was doing.

At that instant, Sythric's eyes opened, he gave a deep groan, and struggled to try and sit up. Dorran reached over and mumbled, "You'll have to drink this. Leod says so if you want to get well," and, at that intstant, began pouring it generously down Sythric's throat.......

_______________________

I do have one possible suggestion about the awful taste of this stuff. It's just possible that poor Dorran has picked up the wrong medicine flask, and has given Sythric a mouthful of wound ointment liberally laced with water (hopefully non toxic)!

If you want to play with that idea, go ahead. You're welcome to use Dorran to go over and find the other flask with the "right" medicine. Either you can right that, or I can tomorrow. If you don't want to use that idea, you can just assume that Leod likes to get his patients out of bed by giving them such awful brews that they'd rather get well than take any more medicine!

If you want me to edit anything, let me know....

Nogrod · 04-28-2006, 05:53 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Tevildo

Nogrod:

Would something like this help?

Looks nice!

I'll post my part this evening (it's afternoon now). Let's see it then...

piosenniel · 04-28-2006, 12:03 PM

I posted Tevildo's post to your SAVE, Nogrod.

04-27-2006, 04:20 PM	#1
Nogrod Flame of the Ainulindalë Join Date: Jan 2006 Location: Wearing rat's coat, crowskin, crossed staves in a field behaving as the wind behaves Posts: 9,308	I see, I couldn't make the post today, but I have some outlines for it to post tomorrow. If Tevildo would have time, I would appreciate something considering Dorran's watch by Sythric. Sythric would spit the medicine out from his mouth and be quite violently disturbed (coming to his senses after a nightmare). Then he would settle, and ask for the dead, and insisiting on a honourable burial to Raedwald (as he comes to understand his death after his question). I guess Radwald's burial could be done in retrospect - so someone remembering it afterwards while riding towards Edoras? Sythric at least would do that - probably Meghan, or some others too? So Tevildo: if you are online and have time to post, post here on the discussion thread, and I'll move your text to my save - or then Pio or Arry could do that. I could then answer / continue your post... __________________ Upon the hearth the fire is red Beneath the roof there is a bed; But not yet weary are our feet...

04-27-2006, 06:38 PM	#2
Undómë Shade of Carn Dûm Join Date: Mar 2005 Posts: 400	Folwren I've filled my SAVE. It will be interesting to see what Athwen does next. __________________ Young she was and yet not so. The braids of her dark hair were touched by no frost, her white arms and clear face were flawless and smooth, and the light of stars was in her bright eyes, grey as a cloudless night . . .

04-27-2006, 07:05 PM	#3
Folwren Messenger of Hope Join Date: Jun 2005 Location: In a tiny, insignificant little town in one of the many States. Posts: 5,076	Oh, exciting!! I'll try to write a post for this thread (and the other) tonight. I'm behind my time. Till later! -- Folwren __________________ A young man who wishes to remain a sound atheist cannot be too careful of his reading. - C.S. Lewis

04-28-2006, 12:49 AM	#4
Arry Ghost Prince of Cardolan Join Date: Jan 2004 Posts: 704	Does someone want to carry us to the morning? If not, I can do it sometime tomorrow . . . __________________ If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world – J.R.R. Tolkien

04-28-2006, 01:56 AM	#5
Tevildo Shade of Carn Dûm Join Date: Nov 2004 Location: Curled up on Melko's lap Posts: 425	Nogrod: Would something like this help? *POSTED TO THE GAME ~~ PIO Tevildo's post** Immediately after eating, Dorran had pulled out his bedroll and gone off to the far side of camp to try and get a few hours of sleep as the healer had suggested. He had expected to lie on the ground with eyes wide open as disturbing images from the day's events flitted through his mind. What actually happened was different. One moment the young man was lying quietly and watching the others from a distance, some of whom were talking, others eating, while still others rested or slept. The next moment he was sound asleep, remembering and seeing nothing till several hours later when he was woken by Leod. Dorran went over and sat down next to Sythric just as the healer had suggested. He bathed the injured man's head with a cool rag and kept a close eye on his chest and face to make sure he was breathing normally. Leod had said that Sythric might begin to come to and that Dorran should feed him a special potion if that happened. But so far there were no signs of that. Dorran was so occupied with his duties that he thankfully forgot to think about the earlier battle or even his own killing of the Easterling. Sythric had been sleeping comfortably for some time when Dorran noticed that the wounded man was beginning to show some signs of movement. His eyelids were still closed, but his hands and legs changed position, and he even tried to roll over once. Surely this must be what Leod had expected, Dorran mused happily, thinking that Sythric would soon recover. The young man ran over to the coals and looked at the pot brewing there. The medicine seemed a bit thick to drink so Dorran added some water to it and then poured some into a flagon. Dorran bent over to smell the concoction, and a sharp fishy odor assailed his nose. Curious to see what the brew tasted like, he popped a finger inside the flagon and then brought it to his lips to lick. That was his first mistake. The stuff tasted utterly awful. Ugh! He was glad he did not have to drink that horrible liquid. He felt a little guilty trying to feed it to Sythric, but if this was what was needed for him to get well, the poor patient would just have to suffer! After all, Leod was a healer and he must know what he was doing. At that instant, Sythric's eyes opened, he gave a deep groan, and struggled to try and sit up. Dorran reached over and mumbled, "You'll have to drink this. Leod says so if you want to get well," and, at that intstant, began pouring it generously down Sythric's throat....... _______________________ I do have one possible suggestion about the awful taste of this stuff. It's just possible that poor Dorran has picked up the wrong medicine flask, and has given Sythric a mouthful of wound ointment liberally laced with water (hopefully non toxic)! If you want to play with that idea, go ahead. You're welcome to use Dorran to go over and find the other flask with the "right" medicine. Either you can right that, or I can tomorrow. If you don't want to use that idea, you can just assume that Leod likes to get his patients out of bed by giving them such awful brews that they'd rather get well than take any more medicine! If you want me to edit anything, let me know.... __________________ Now Tevildo was a mighty cat--the mightiest of all--and possessed of an evil spirit,...and he was in Melko's constant following; and that cat had all cats subject to him, and he and his subjects were the chasers and getters of meat for Melko's table. Last edited by piosenniel; 04-28-2006 at 11:46 AM.

04-28-2006, 12:03 PM	#7
piosenniel Desultory Dwimmerlaik Join Date: Mar 2002 Location: Pickin' flowers with Bill the Cat..... Posts: 7,779	I posted Tevildo's post to your SAVE, Nogrod. __________________ Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.

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