by Kyton » Thu Feb 20, 2003 4:19 pm
OOC: Damn I get caught up for a few days and I have many-a-post to catch up on LOL! I'm sorry guys... I'm trying though! ... I really am! O_O
IC:
The lizard-creature was all but unconscious, and well too weak to put up any struggle as Tweek placed the mixture on the inside of it's lips. It groaned and shuddered at the nearness of it's enemies, it's scales eyelids clamped firmly shut in pain.
Deeper in the cave was obvious sign of struggle. The walls were marked by chips and slashes of the sort made by a swordtip, and there was a variety of blood splatters on the floor. Dalin was well aware of the sorts of wounds needed to make some of those marks, and many of them were supposed to be instantly lethal. The battle raged all over the place, including among a copse of stalagmites and stalactites towards the end of the cave. That is where the battle ended. The broken pieces of a broadsword laid at the beginning of the mini stone forest, and a little farther in was a split shield. The steel was opened wide in four long lines, and a spot of blood showed the arm was caught in behind it as well in the single blow.
The Yrrasi's eyes suddenly shot wide, and it rolled over slamming an arm against the stone floor of the shelter. It's breath caught in a hard ghasp and it cried out in pain as it's body spasmed.
"Thasna ka lethista!"
The words escaped through it's mouth in a rush, followed by what sounded like inane babble. Every once and a while the stream of weak words were interrupted by a loud groan only to continue again. The language was slightly reminiscent of the underground common-tongue, but still very few words could be pieced together. "Furred demon", "No Death", ...and some sort of curse were all that could be discerned, repeated over and over again. The female was plainly delerious, and would need help very soon. Her chest had a deep wrend across it, as did her left arm. Both of which insisted on bleeding profusely. It would take all of even Yrati's skill to stop it. Which meant taking it back to the camp as well so he could work.
By this time the sounds of distant battle had long faded, and the storm had begun it's slow return to a light, misty rain.
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Ajil and Monk, when you reach the small, sheltered camp you can see that the marks in it are moist thanks to the rain and hail... but they are only about a half-hour old. It seemed that whoever was camping here had grabbed what they could and ran off in a hurry to the northeast. On the south side of the camp, near the tree-line, are the marks of something other than human. Unfortunately the tracks are flooded with water and mud and nearly destroyed. The stride is that of a four-legged creature though, and there are long, sweeping tail-marks as well. They wander near the camp, leading to a ruffed up patch of moss at the top of the sheltering crevass, then leading away to the east. There are still a few items strewn near the lowering fire, along with a pile of logs for the night. ... whoever it was would likely be returning.