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Post by Aster & Sapphire Fleetpaw on Dec 31, 2006 14:49:10 GMT -5
OOC: Welcome to the healing tents, Jamie, Song, Henna, and Socatoa!
BIC: **Aster registered Tritan's cry of pain as he stubbornly tried to sit up. However, she made no move to assist him in rising; that would only have hindered the healing process. As Quickbow limped in, the head medic stopped what she was doing and looked up. She smiled at the irritable hare, amused by his response to Jamie's question. A bit like Sapphire there, with the sarcasm. The mousemaid stepped over to the new medics.**
**Aster waved in a friendly manner as she spoke to the others.** Hi, everyone! Could you please sign on that parchment? With you name and division, of course. Then you may take the list of available medicines and poultices here: [url/]http://guardianofmoss2.proboards82.com/index.cgi?board=rping&action=display&thread=1154205458[/url].
**She turned back to Quickbow, grabbing a couple labeled vials of antiseptic in the process. The healer took two cotton swabs off the shelf, along with both the yarrow and comfrey poultices.** Quick, long time no see. Here, sit down on this bed. **As she registered the hare's wounds, Aster winced inwardly.** What kind of spear did you take these from? Was it tipped with metal or wood? **Kneeling, the mousemaiden moistened a swab with a water parsnip decoction, and dabbed the solution onto Quickbow's inflamed wounds, working gently but efficiently.**
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Post by Socatoa on Jan 5, 2007 19:09:52 GMT -5
OOC: Erm...what piece of parchment Aster?
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Post by Aster & Sapphire Fleetpaw on Jan 6, 2007 9:48:33 GMT -5
OOC: It's supposed to be in a corner near the entrance to the tent.
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Post by woody on Jan 13, 2007 18:10:18 GMT -5
OOC: Woody Nibbles, Medic, reportin' fer duty Miss Aster! BIC:
*A small squirrel entered the tent, his teeth gnawing on a carrot. The little goodbeast smiled sweetly at Head Medic Aster, and his brown eyes flickered toward the parchment at the entrance. His green tunic was getting a bit rusty, and the small dagger in his belt was covered by a thick loin cloth. He only showed it in battle. His long green pants made a strange noise as he walked awkwardly over to the table with the parchment. His eyes looked over it, and he began to scribble in terrible penmanship his name and division.*
Name: Woody Willday Nibbles Division: Domininus Fox (Divison 2)
*He smiled, and brought the parchment over to Aster. He noticed Tritan in pain, and Aster's obvious worry for him. His new leader was dedicated, Woody thought. He stuck out the parchment towards the Head Medic.*
I'm Woody Nibbles, new to the Fort and a learning Medic.
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Post by Scratchfur on Jan 28, 2007 14:13:32 GMT -5
*Opening the flap to the Medic tent and walking in, Scratchfur immediately was overcome with the scent of all kinds of herbs, potions, poultices and, of course, blood. Stopping to regain his composure, he took a second to take it all in so as to accustom himself to the new work environment. Shaking his head, he continued forward until he reached a table near the front of the tent that had the sign-up sheets on them. Glancing over them for a few seconds, he finally picked up a quill and carefully wrote out the required information.* Name: Scratchfur Blackleg Division: Spirit of the Remnants (Division 1) *Finishing this task, he put the quill down on the table, picked up the piece of parchment and began to head toward where Aster was tending a patient. As he made his way, he could not help glancing around at the various other patients being tended by the other medics. As he looked on, his brown eyes seemed to express compassion at the various injured beasts. Stopping not too far from Aster, he waited for her to finish up what she was doing before reporting in.*
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Post by Strelk Kelnridge on Jan 28, 2007 17:07:05 GMT -5
*A lean otter pushes aside the flap to the tent and puts in a footpaw tenatively. As soon as he's close to the other beasts, any smell all the herbs could be putting off is overpowered by the smell of wet fur, dank mud, and raw fish that this strange beast reeks of. Strelk is in his usual dirty barkcloth trowsers, but also in his turtleshell and feather helmet, and reed chest plate. He leans against his wooden fish spear slightly and looks around at all of them dully. By the way his snout is wrinkling, he apparently finds the smell of the medicines off-putting. The otter comes into the tent a little further, dripping dirty water onto the floor; Strelk's just gotten back from a nice dip in the river. He sees Aster and realizes she's in charge, giving him a slight perk of energy. With a slight bounce he steps over to Aster, putting his outstretched paw in front of her so she can see his wound. It's a deep, jagged series of punctures that pull into lacerations. It isn't fresh, however. The wound is long past bleeding, having thickened over in old blood. His pawpad has turned a deep, flushed red that shows through the normal black, and the bite is letting off a horrible smell. Strelk nudges the mouse hopefully with his spearbutt.* Heal?
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Post by Songwind and Brawn Oakbrush. on Jan 28, 2007 22:24:43 GMT -5
**Songwind rushed awayu from where she had been and smiled gratefully at the welcome distraction of an injured beasts. Nodding repectfully to Aster, she motions to the strange beast to come and sit on a cot. The pretty squirrel dashed here and there, gathering Yarrow and dock leaves, along with other small herbs. The healing maid's dress flies out behind her until as she drags a chair over to the bed. Tapping her forehead with a paw, her brown eyes light up as she runs to get some hot water and a clean peice of linen. She then grins again at Strelk, and sits, flourishing her big golden-red brush prettily.** 'ello. I'm Song, Songwind Goldbrush.
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Post by Strelk Kelnridge on Jan 28, 2007 23:33:45 GMT -5
*Strelk blinks at her, then gives her a smile which is more like a scary, nasty grimace. It quickly fades, and he goes back to watching the squirrel dully. He thinks he's past any kind of kind greeting that might be nessicary for the occassion. The otter shifts a bit uncomfortably on the cot, which he's soaking with dirty brown water. Strelk nods and raises his paw up to Songwind's face so she can get a good look too, speaking with a more quizzical tone this time.* Heal? *While the squirrel ponders on that, Strelk's hungry eyes manage to spot the herbs Songwind has brought over to him for healing use. Not realizing what they're for, Strelk grabs a pawful (with his good paw) and stuffs them into his mouth, chomping and slopping in delight.* Food!
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Post by Songwind and Brawn Oakbrush. on Jan 28, 2007 23:45:30 GMT -5
**Song reacted quickly, slapping the paw and grimacing. From her belt pouch she pulled out some bread and cheese. She handed them to Strelk and then put his injured paw on her lap for a moment as she ponders her predicament. She then fills a bowl with warm water and looks at Strelk.** I Heal. Stay... Still.... **She points to the food.** Food...
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Post by Strelk Kelnridge on Jan 28, 2007 23:53:43 GMT -5
*Strelk screws up his snout in frustration at getting a slap on the paw, but he wouldn't strike a maid, especially a pretty one. The otter nods to her, barely processing her words as he becomes fixated on the bread and cheese. He picks up the bread and, after smelling and licking it, he eats it whole. The otter examines the cheese daintily as he chomps loudly, unsure of what to make of it; he's never seen it before. Strelk blinks and smells the cheese, then crushes it in his paw, making it crumble everywhere. His tongue comes out in disgust, and he smears the cheese on the pillow to clean his paw off.* Not food.
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Post by Songwind and Brawn Oakbrush. on Jan 29, 2007 11:00:30 GMT -5
Whatever. **Song's annoyed faces looked down at the gunk coming off in the water. The squirrel's brown eyes gained an exasperated look as she reaches into her sack and pulls out an apple. Gesturing to it she takes the injured paw out of the water and refills the bowl with clean water. Setting it back, while adding a small mixture of herbs to the bowl, She starts banging cupboards to find more herbs. He's like a great dibbun! Wonder where he's from...**
OOC: Just Songwind, being herself, don't be offended.
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Post by Strelk Kelnridge on Jan 29, 2007 15:35:14 GMT -5
*Strelk is very interested in the apple, mostly. He tries to peel the chewy skin off with his teeth, and ends up spitting out most of that in the floor. The otter eats the apple down all the way to the pips, then drops the stem and the core on the floor as well. Strelk yawns and rests his chin in his good paw, bored with waiting around on something he thinks is nonsense, and frustrated with all the noise she's making. The otter watches Songwind, waiting for her to maybe pull out some more food or make the pain in his paw stop.* Hurry.
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Post by Songwind and Brawn Oakbrush. on Jan 29, 2007 17:23:21 GMT -5
**Songwind understood the otters impateince, but stubbornly resisted. To keep the interest of her patiet, she pulls out a scone and some cordial, the last of her food. She tossed them on the bed and set the herbs down on the bedside table. Laying a comfrey and Yarrow poultice on The otters paw, she bandages it, and gives Strelk some poppy seeds to kill the pain. ** Dont go far, eat these.
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Post by Aster & Sapphire Fleetpaw on Mar 18, 2007 20:53:27 GMT -5
OOC: Wow. I /really/ need to get active on here. And Quickbow? You still here?
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Post by Tritan on Mar 19, 2007 9:23:39 GMT -5
*The otter lay forgotten on his bed, his healer having deserted him. He had lain in hope of getting his side wound healed, but now it was clear that Rose was off to do something more interesting than tending to an injured beast. He rolled over to see what the other Medics were doing, but the pain nailed him back down, tearing a groan out of his chest. What kind of Medics did half the work? They had to have qualifications. They can`t just walk in and be a Medic. They should need to be tested.
*He groaned again, louder this time, but it was more to attract a Medic`s attention than because of his wound. He coud feel the infection seeping in slowly. With an enormous effort, he wiped his brow on the pillow and rolled over. Why were they leaving him here? Hadn`t they noticed that he still existed? With great difficulty and a great deal of wincing, he sat up and called over to Aster.*
Medic? I`m waitin`o'er here!
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