Grumpy held Shyne’s torso off the ground while Slobba gently removed the robes that he was wearing. Even though he was unconscious the pain must have been great as, despite the care that they took, he still whimpered in agony. They then repeated the process to remove both his chain mail shirt and the padding underneath.
Once all of the clothing had been removed Slobba bent down to examine the wounds that Shyne had sustained during the battle. He had severe bruising to his chest and a broken right collar bone which were not life threatening. It was the laboured breathing and the bubbles of blood that were coming from his mouth and nose that were the real concern; it was clear that one of his lungs had been punctured, but not by a wound that he had taken on the front.
“On the count of three we’ll roll him over” he said to Grumpy and Alyse. “One. Two. Three.”
As gently as they could the rolled the Warrior Wizard onto his front, once again eliciting an agonising grown from him.
Alyse gasped in horror at site of Shynes back. The club had obviously crushed most of the ribs on his right side; that much was obvious due to the large gaping wound that was plainly visible for all of them to see. Slobba gently pulled back a flap of skin that had been torn open and was weeping blood. Beneath it he could see broken shards of bone, torn muscle and damaged internal organs.
"What is that?" asked Grumpy as he pointed to a bean shaped dark red internal organ in the small of Shynes back to the right of his spine.
"That" said Elvis in a matter of fact tone as he peered over the Dwarfs shoulder "is a kidney."
"What does it do?" asked Grumpy.
"Well" said Elvis "they have a number of different functions."
"They?" asked Grumpy in a puzzled tone.
"Yes they. There are two of them. Their main purpose is to separate urea, mineral salts, toxins and other waste products from the blood. They also conserve water and salts."
"What in the 9 Hells is urea?" asked the Dwarf.
"Piss" replied the Bard "and not the type you drink. Well not the type we Humans drink anyway."
"How do you know all that?" Alyse asked.
"I'm a Bard" said Elvis "I know lots of things."
"Enough of the small talk" said Slobba sharply "I've got one healing spell left until I rest and pray to Mighty Thor."
"Will that be enough to save him" asked Llona in a frightened voice.
"I don't know. If it is Thor's will then he shall survive" came the sombre reply as Slobba knelt then began to cast his last healing spell of the day.
No matter how many times he had seen a Cleric heal the injured; Elvis was still amazed at the site. No sooner had Slobba finished casting his spell than the flow of blood ceased and the bones began to knit back together. Not fully of course because the damage was too great, but the healing process had obviously been accelerated.
"What now?" asked Llona in a worried tone.
"We wait" said Slobba with more than a hint of exhaustion in his voice. He then laid down on the floor with his head resting on his backpack. Within seconds he was snoring softly.
"I'll take first watch" said the Dwarf "the rest of you should try and get some sleep."
“Does anyone have any spare water?” asked Elvis “I want to get this smell off me.”
“Now that” said Alyse as she wrinkled her nose “is the best idea you’ve ever had.”
“You can have some of mine” said Llona as she handed her water skin to Elvis, who had already taken off his tunic and was now standing before them with the torch light gleaming off the rock hard abs on his perfectly man scaped torso.
Once all of the clothing had been removed Slobba bent down to examine the wounds that Shyne had sustained during the battle. He had severe bruising to his chest and a broken right collar bone which were not life threatening. It was the laboured breathing and the bubbles of blood that were coming from his mouth and nose that were the real concern; it was clear that one of his lungs had been punctured, but not by a wound that he had taken on the front.
“On the count of three we’ll roll him over” he said to Grumpy and Alyse. “One. Two. Three.”
As gently as they could the rolled the Warrior Wizard onto his front, once again eliciting an agonising grown from him.
Alyse gasped in horror at site of Shynes back. The club had obviously crushed most of the ribs on his right side; that much was obvious due to the large gaping wound that was plainly visible for all of them to see. Slobba gently pulled back a flap of skin that had been torn open and was weeping blood. Beneath it he could see broken shards of bone, torn muscle and damaged internal organs.
"What is that?" asked Grumpy as he pointed to a bean shaped dark red internal organ in the small of Shynes back to the right of his spine.
"That" said Elvis in a matter of fact tone as he peered over the Dwarfs shoulder "is a kidney."
"What does it do?" asked Grumpy.
"Well" said Elvis "they have a number of different functions."
"They?" asked Grumpy in a puzzled tone.
"Yes they. There are two of them. Their main purpose is to separate urea, mineral salts, toxins and other waste products from the blood. They also conserve water and salts."
"What in the 9 Hells is urea?" asked the Dwarf.
"Piss" replied the Bard "and not the type you drink. Well not the type we Humans drink anyway."
"How do you know all that?" Alyse asked.
"I'm a Bard" said Elvis "I know lots of things."
"Enough of the small talk" said Slobba sharply "I've got one healing spell left until I rest and pray to Mighty Thor."
"Will that be enough to save him" asked Llona in a frightened voice.
"I don't know. If it is Thor's will then he shall survive" came the sombre reply as Slobba knelt then began to cast his last healing spell of the day.
No matter how many times he had seen a Cleric heal the injured; Elvis was still amazed at the site. No sooner had Slobba finished casting his spell than the flow of blood ceased and the bones began to knit back together. Not fully of course because the damage was too great, but the healing process had obviously been accelerated.
"What now?" asked Llona in a worried tone.
"We wait" said Slobba with more than a hint of exhaustion in his voice. He then laid down on the floor with his head resting on his backpack. Within seconds he was snoring softly.
"I'll take first watch" said the Dwarf "the rest of you should try and get some sleep."
“Does anyone have any spare water?” asked Elvis “I want to get this smell off me.”
“Now that” said Alyse as she wrinkled her nose “is the best idea you’ve ever had.”
“You can have some of mine” said Llona as she handed her water skin to Elvis, who had already taken off his tunic and was now standing before them with the torch light gleaming off the rock hard abs on his perfectly man scaped torso.
“Thank you. I’m sorry about Nancy” Elvis said to Alyse as he poured some water onto a cloth and began to slowly rub the grime off his arms.
“She was a fine companion and I shall miss her greatly” replied Alyse without a hint of emotion.
‘I won’t’ Reggie said to himself as he sat on top of one of the nearby statues ‘the b*tch deserved it. There’s only room in this party for one familiar and that’s me. Unless the Elf dies of course then I’m free!’
“She was a fine companion and I shall miss her greatly” replied Alyse without a hint of emotion.
‘I won’t’ Reggie said to himself as he sat on top of one of the nearby statues ‘the b*tch deserved it. There’s only room in this party for one familiar and that’s me. Unless the Elf dies of course then I’m free!’
“Gimp? Are you there?” asked Alyse.
“Yes Mistress” said Reggie as he popped into view atop the statue.
“Do you know why Nancy attacked the Ogres?” she asked.
‘Think quick Reggie old son’ he thought to himself as he flew down and hovered before the Human Ranger.
“Yes I do Mistress. Nancy was the smartest wolf that I have ever known; she saw that the Ogres were about to kill Master Mikokubich so she rushed to save him” he said with a wobbling lip and tears in his eyes “It was the bravest thing I ever saw. I just wish that I could have saved her!” he said with a sob “Oh Nancy! This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you! Waahhhhhh”
“There’s no need to blame yourself Gimp, it wasn’t your fault. You couldn’t have saved her even if you wanted to.”
“I....I guess you’re right Mistress” Reggie stammered in reply “I just hope that one day the pain will go away.”
“It will Gimp, it will” she said genuinely touched by his heartfelt words. “Don’t worry, I’ll find another companion soon enough”
‘FUCKING WHAT!!’ he shouted to himself.
“What are we going to do with Nancy’s body?” asked Elvis as he began to shampoo his hair.
“We could eat it” suggested Grumpy hopefully.
“We are NOT going to eat Nancy!” stormed Alyse.
“Well how about me make a throw rug out of her then?”
“If you open your mouth one more time I’m going to shoot an arrow into it” Alyse snarled.
“Steady on girl, no need to get all uppity” replied the Dwarf in a soothing tone.
“We’re just going to have to leave her here I’m afraid” said Elvis.
“We are NOT going to eat Nancy!” stormed Alyse.
“Well how about me make a throw rug out of her then?”
“If you open your mouth one more time I’m going to shoot an arrow into it” Alyse snarled.
“Steady on girl, no need to get all uppity” replied the Dwarf in a soothing tone.
“We’re just going to have to leave her here I’m afraid” said Elvis.
“Hey Elvis, how did you know all that stuff about the kidney?” said Grumpy quickly changing the subject.
“A few years ago I had an affair with a Necromancer” replied Elvis as he rinsed the shampoo from his hair then wrapped a towel around his head.
“What’s a Necromancer?”
“It’s a Wizard that specialises in death magic. They create undead such as zombies to act as their minions. Sometimes I’d sit and watch as she dissected corpses to see how they worked. It was quite fascinating really. Come to think of it I’d say that a Necromancer probably created the zombie Ogres that we just fought.”
“By the holy Earth Mother how did you get involved with a Necromancer?” asked Alyse incredulously.
“I met her after a performance I did in a small village up in the Duchy of the Northlands. She had a tower on the border of the Undead lands in the Northmarch and she’d come into the village to buy supplies” said Elvis as he put the finishing touches to the facial mask that he’d been applying. ”We had a drink after the show and one thing lead to another and I ended up living with her for about three months. In hindsight I think she only really wanted me for my body” he said with a thoughtful expression on his cream covered face.
“So what happened after that?” asked Alyse.
“I left her” the Bard replied as he laid down on his bedroll and placed two slices of cucumber on his eyes.
“Why?”
“She was a dead root”.
“A few years ago I had an affair with a Necromancer” replied Elvis as he rinsed the shampoo from his hair then wrapped a towel around his head.
“What’s a Necromancer?”
“It’s a Wizard that specialises in death magic. They create undead such as zombies to act as their minions. Sometimes I’d sit and watch as she dissected corpses to see how they worked. It was quite fascinating really. Come to think of it I’d say that a Necromancer probably created the zombie Ogres that we just fought.”
“By the holy Earth Mother how did you get involved with a Necromancer?” asked Alyse incredulously.
“I met her after a performance I did in a small village up in the Duchy of the Northlands. She had a tower on the border of the Undead lands in the Northmarch and she’d come into the village to buy supplies” said Elvis as he put the finishing touches to the facial mask that he’d been applying. ”We had a drink after the show and one thing lead to another and I ended up living with her for about three months. In hindsight I think she only really wanted me for my body” he said with a thoughtful expression on his cream covered face.
“So what happened after that?” asked Alyse.
“I left her” the Bard replied as he laid down on his bedroll and placed two slices of cucumber on his eyes.
“Why?”
“She was a dead root”.
ok, another one that made me lol. Good work Russ, enjoying these.
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