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Post by Raiden and Zahi on Jul 31, 2006 12:46:36 GMT -5
It's ready.
**Rose spreads the poultice on the bandage and steps back.**
Now what?
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Post by Aster & Sapphire Fleetpaw on Jul 31, 2006 14:49:15 GMT -5
OOC: Raiden, not to be picky or anything, but I'd appreciate it if you put a little more detail and description in your posts. Perhaps describe the process that you used to make something, or how the surroundings affected what you did. Try to make your posts more in-depth.
BIC: **Aster grinned.** Good. **She finished stirring the herbal paste with the pestle, then scraped the contents of the shallow stone bowl on top of the cloth. The paste layered out into a thin covering as she spread it over the comfrey base with the flat of her hand-axe, the only tool that she ever used outside of healing. This time, Aster had sterilized the stone knife, and it now served as a useful tool. She stepped back, surveying the medics' work.** Good job, everyone! Now, Elena, Rose, could you help me bandage up his paw with this? **She took one end of the long strip.**
OOC: I'll be locking this thread until tomorrow night.
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Post by Raiden and Zahi on Jul 31, 2006 14:56:06 GMT -5
OOC: I'll try, I'm not too brilliant, but I'm learning...
BIC: **Rose takes one end of the strip and waits for her next set of instructions from Aster.**
Ready Aster.
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Post by Tritan on Aug 3, 2006 9:14:27 GMT -5
An otter bursts into the tent, limping heavily and an ugly wound in his side. The cutlass and sickle hanging to his belt are all bloodstained, presumably from a recent fight. He is covered in scratches and bruises and one ear is hanging at a weird angle. He gives a lopsided nautical rudder salute and gasps for breath to speak. 'Sorry jus' ter barge in like this, but I need a crumb of a poultice for this 'ere scratch.
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Post by Raiden and Zahi on Aug 3, 2006 10:25:45 GMT -5
**Rose looks at Tritan.**
You'll need more than a poultice young otter, Elena, can you take over from me here please while I see to our new patiant.
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Post by Aster & Sapphire Fleetpaw on Aug 3, 2006 11:14:50 GMT -5
**Aster shakes her head at Tritan's condition.** If that's a scratch, then I wouldn't look forward to seeing what you would call a serious injury. **She wrapped the bandage around the toes of Ruviar's footpaw, crisscrossing the clean white cloth over and over until it covered the entire length of his footpaw, his ankle, and part of his lower leg. The river mousemaid tucked the two ends neatly together, checking to see that the bandaging was not too tight. She tied off a small knot in back so that it would not put too much pressure on Ruviar's footpaw.** Rose, the stitching materials are on the top shelf and I put the antiseptic on the cart. **She gestured at the multiple-use cart of bottled liquids that stood in a dim corner before turning back to Ruviar.** There, it should be as good as new now!
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Post by Raiden and Zahi on Aug 3, 2006 11:25:06 GMT -5
Okey Aster.
**Rose starts rooting about on the top shelf before her paw comes into contact with the wrong end of the needle, wimpering slightly, she brought the needle and thread off the shelf and out of her paw.**
ow... got the... ow... needle Aster...
**After cleaning the needle tip and handing it over, Rose picked up two bottles of antiseptic.**
Which one? Dock, or Sanicle?
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Post by Ruviar on Aug 3, 2006 12:21:28 GMT -5
**The crutches worked. Despite being upset with himself over going to see the medic tent, Ruviar was overjoyed that he could move around freely. He had kept the injury a secret for several days, which was most likely why it had heightened to it's current condition. Or course, he wouldn't tell anyone that he was happy; that would ruin his reputation. As a loner? As unhappy? The mouse was confused - before that had meant so much to him, that he was tough. It was only now he realised how stupid he had been.
Motioned to follow by the healer mouse, Ruviar turned away from the Northern Mountains and lowered his gaze as he moved along the cobblestone path. Cobblestone? These beasts have far too much time on their hands, he thought miserably, the pain beginning to reach him again. Though his footpaw wasn't touching the ground anymore, the faint breeze managed to seep into the wound, stinging it further. The mouse winced slightly, despite his initial thought to prevent the pain from showing.
As he entered the tent, trying to keep the pain at bay, he lifted his gaze to view his surroundings. The tent was of reasonable size, the sides lined with shelves, books, bottles and boxes of all sorts and sizes with unreadable labels to an untrained eye. There were a few other medics, most likely ones in training, scattered about, tending to various things. One whom he did not recognize was asked to fetch some herbs for a poultice, and then to bandage his footpaw. He watched, almost fascinated, as she scurried off and returned to prepare a poultice. He knew next to nothing about herbs, just a few to get about Mossflower without obtaining infection due to various wounds, so this was new to him.
Aster approached him again, this time with a bandage. Sighing to himself with a defeated air, he allowed the healer mouse to wrap it around his footpaw, ankle and lower leg without complaining. When he noted that she was careful not to pull the wrap too tight, he allowed a small smile to creep onto his face, replacing the grim look of misery plastered there before. At last she was finished and he stood again, looking with satisfaction at his newly bandaged foot. Better than I could've done, for sure, he thought. About to turn around and head out the door, a thought came to mind and he raised his voice from a low squeak to a reasonable volume so he could be heard over the bustle going on in the healing tent. He gestured to the crutches with his good footpaw.**
Do I keep these?
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Post by Mary Narai on Aug 3, 2006 23:26:39 GMT -5
* Elena looks at the bustle of movement around her. Confused, she asked Aster.* Err, what do you want me to do? OOC: At the rate you guys post it's amazing I can get a word in edgewise. *Laughs.* Not that I mind.
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Post by Shawn Moss on Aug 4, 2006 6:07:36 GMT -5
*Pulling back the tent entrence Shawn walks over to the table where the pashinet is.*
Reporting in: Shawn Moss
Anything I can do?
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Post by Aster & Sapphire Fleetpaw on Aug 4, 2006 11:16:03 GMT -5
**Aster had been watching Ruviar's face out of the corner of her eye, and almost laughed.** Sure, keep 'em! **She managed to keep a straight face as she turned her attention to the new arrival. A slight titter escaped her as she saw Rose pick up the wrong end of the needle.**
**The mousemaiden turned to Shawn.** Hi, Shawn! **She jogged briskly over to the desk, and wrote down his name on the list of medics before looking at Elena.** Elena, could you and Shawn please help Rose attend to Tritan's ear? We'll need to stop the bleeding first; a dab of that sanicle infusion that Rose has should do the trick. Oh, and use a winter savory infusion on that afterward.
**Aster quickly began to sort through her different threads. The one that Rose was holding had been threaded with a butterfly thread; however, she would need the thinner mouse thread for the otter's ear wound. Gazing at him, she shook her head at the various cuts and scrapes that liberally festooned his body. She picked up a package of thread, then checked for her datura infusion. Stitching up his ear might cause him a lot of hurt, and she didn't want him thrashing around and pulling on the threads. Cursing inwardly, she realized that she had forgotten to renew her herb stash last week; she was out of the infusion. The river mouse pulled down the whitish root from the dark, cool rack on which she hung it with the other roots. Unlike the other roots, however, she had hung the datura with the top down so that its narcotic properties would be reduced. It would, however, still make a very useful painkiller. Aster leaned hard on her hand-knife, shaving off a thin peel from the root, and then replaced it. She dipped a cup of hot water from the kettle that was set over a fireplace in back, then as it cooled, began dipping the datura slice into the water to make the infusion, using a pair of wooden tongs.**
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Post by Tritan on Aug 4, 2006 11:46:39 GMT -5
Tritan eyed the needle frightfully. He hated needles since he had fallen into a prickle bush. " Are ye goin' ter be stickin' that thing inter me, 'cause i'm a crumb uncomfy around those there needles. " Then again, what did he know about medical studies, he laid back and let Aster tend to his wounds.
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Post by Aster & Sapphire Fleetpaw on Aug 4, 2006 13:13:30 GMT -5
Yes, I am. But you'll barely notice it. I'm making a painkiller right now; when I'm finished, you can drink it and it should help. Besides, we'll have already cleaned up your wound, so it should hurt less. **Aster noticed Tritan's face.** As long as you agree, that is. We'll have to stitch up your ear if you want to keep it. Deal? **She immersed the sliver of datura root in the water one last time, watching the liquid starting to take on a milky white shade.**
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Post by Shawn Moss on Aug 4, 2006 13:57:29 GMT -5
OOC: American Indians in real life used "Moss" on cuts or gashes to help seal the wound so it does not get infected.
BIC: Sure I'll do it.* Walking around to Tritan's ear.* "Hmm..." * Looking onto a nearby shelf he finds what he needs. (Moss) *It was in a Jar.* "I will use the Moss on the cut after I use the Sanicle Infusion. "Rose may I have the Sanicle?"
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Post by Raiden and Zahi on Aug 4, 2006 15:42:44 GMT -5
Sure Shawn.
**Rose hands Shawn the bottle of sanicle before dipping some cloth in the bowl of water she had set out earlier and began to wash Tritan's wounded ear.**
This might sting a bit, sorry.
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