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Post by Maester Percival on Jun 8, 2016 20:52:12 GMT
Percival reached back into the room and grabbed his bag of medical supplies. He did not bother to dress. Just walked by her swiftly, his hand grabbing her shoulder to pull her along with him. His shook his head. "What did the idiots do? Were they attacked by Whent men? Which Whents attacked?" Percival felt silly saying those words. It was like a ridiculous tongue twister. He walked quickly down the stairs.
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Post by Lucas of Brindlewood on Jun 8, 2016 20:57:10 GMT
Ser Willem had made his way to the back of the room, rather stunned at how nobody had asked him his purpose in the room. If an armed stranger had wandered into the same room as a lord he was sworn to, he would have been sure to have quietly asked the man's purpose himself, if nothing else. Not wanting to interrupt the shambolic manner in which the Blackforts seemed to be dealing with the problems of their creation he leaned against a wall, and tried to identify Belric, which was difficult, since every idiot in the service of the Blackforts apparently thought that they were the lord, the way that they were arguing and running about doing things on their own initiative. He briefly considered walking back out the door and making his way back to Riverrun, where at least Lord Tully seemed to have some degree of control over his affairs, but his brain stopped his feet before they had made a move. Where there was chaos there was opportunity for distinction. And watching the way his esteemed kin were acting, it likely wouldn't be long before he moved up the line of inheritance.
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Post by Boros on Jun 8, 2016 21:03:00 GMT
(FAILED) The old woman did not even flinch. What was there left to fear when you live in the shadow of Harrenhal? "4 dragons," she repeated. "Don't have it, then 'spose you're not drinking." She picked up a wooden spoon, as if prepared to whoop his ass with it. The other patron's turned at the man's blustering, the one-handed knight in the rusty red plate standing. "Ye can sit the feck down, Stubby. Ain' gon' cause trouble." Hoster barked, pointing a finger at the standing knight. He didn't say much after that, just started hitting his forehead depressively against the counter. Why were the gods so cruel with poor him?
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Post by Vex on Jun 8, 2016 21:04:01 GMT
Dacey walked with him down the hallway, all the while wondering whether the maester was even aware he wasn't wearing any clothes. Maybe he didn't care. "We were attacked by a bear," she told Percival's naked back, following him down the stairs.
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Post by Maester Percival on Jun 8, 2016 21:34:48 GMT
Percival stopped suddenly on the stairs and turned to look at her. He spoke softly looking her straight in the eye, "A bear?" He snorted with amusement and then for the first time in over a year he smiled a perfectly genuine smile. Then he shook his head once to clear it and walked down the stairs.
Percival hit the ground floor with a fast, determined walk that came only just short of a run. He looked at both his patients and made some quick assessments. He looked at Dacey as he walked towards Jormund . "I am going to need a bucket of water. Get some clean linen in case I run out of bandages. They will need rooms arranged. The man with leg wound will need to be on the ground floor." Percival spoke quickly and efficiently with a sure purpose.
Percival pointed at Edmure. "You strip to your waist I will get to you in a moment." He reached Jormund but before kneeling he looked at the barkeep. "Put all your kettles on. I will need some boiling water." Then he knelt beside the wounded man's leg. He slipped a knife from his medicine bag and began cutting the pants off the man to properly examine the wound. "Some one place their blade in the fire. Just in case."
Percival uses his medicine skill to heal the man.
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Post by Edwyn Blackfort on Jun 8, 2016 21:44:52 GMT
Edmure grimaced as he peeled off his breastplate and other parts of his armor. Most of the blood had dried from the bear's claw marks and was beginning to scab over. Even so, through the dried blood and other scratches, it could be seen that a long white scar ran from his right collarbone to his bottom rib.
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Post by Vex on Jun 8, 2016 21:53:06 GMT
Percival seemed to know what he was doing, and Dacey could respect that. She went to the innkeeper to ask for the stuff.
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Post by The Gambler on Jun 8, 2016 21:54:32 GMT
(Jormun Roll: Success. Jormun will not be able to participate in the expedition into Harrenhal, but will keep his leg. He will be able to walk in 2 weeks and be fully healed after a month.)
Percival, knowing to treat the most serious injury first, sets to work on Jormun's leg. There are deep holes down to the bone from the bear's teeth. He pours boiling wine in the wounds (which the old innkeeper had charged him a premium for after his dickish behavior earlier) and then sears the flesh closed with a hot iron. Jormun passes out from the pain and blood loss. The maester then gets to work cleaning and bandaging his shredded arm, which is easily accomplished. The war had provided no shortage of such injuries to treat.
(Edmure Roll: Mild Success. Edmure can join the expedition into Harrenhal, but will not be able to use his shield for 2 weeks)
The chunk taken out of Edmure's shoulder, though less serious, is more unwieldy to treat. Percival can see a chunk of muscle had been torn out and there would be some serious scar tissue if it did not heal properly. He cleaned and bandaged it as best he could.
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Post by Maester Percival on Jun 8, 2016 22:01:46 GMT
Percival finishes bandaging Edmure's arm. Then grabs his mouth and twists his face up so their eyes meat. "Do not use this arm. If you move it too much it will heal wrong and you will never wield a shield properly again. Do not be an ass." Percival ran his eyes once more over Edmure's bare chest to make sure there were no other wounds. Then he snapped his fingers at Dacey and another healthy man in the common room. "We need to move this one to his room." He points at Jormun.
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Post by Boros on Jun 8, 2016 22:05:46 GMT
Percival finishes bandaging Edmure's arm. Then grabs his mouth and twists his face up so their eyes meat. "Do not use this arm. If you move it too much it will heal wrong and you will never wield a shield properly again. Do not be an ass." Percival ran his eyes once more over Edmure's bare chest to make sure there were no other wounds. Then he snapped his fingers at Dacey and another healthy man in the common room. "We need to move this one to his room." He points at Jormun. "Eh, fancy lad." Hoster stretched from his stool, towards the direction of the Maester. "Will ye be usin' all o' that wine?" He stared hungrily at the boiled wine being poured on Jormun's leg.
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Post by Barley on Jun 8, 2016 22:08:12 GMT
Saesha looked round again angrily.
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Post by Boros on Jun 8, 2016 22:13:29 GMT
Saesha looked round again angrily. Hoster shivered at the sight of Saesha's angry, unsympathetic, non-understanding of his needs, cold-hearted eyes. "Okay, nevermind, fancy lad."
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Post by Barley on Jun 8, 2016 22:23:16 GMT
Saesha looked at the map. "The towers are connected through the great hall and kitchens?" she asked, putting a finger on the point on the map. "We need to find a neutral place in which the hold the meeting, and have their commanders call a truce whilst we discuss terms for them both."
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Post by The Gambler on Jun 8, 2016 22:27:08 GMT
"Wailing Tower stands on its own. King Harren wished for his gold and grain to be held in a fortress unto itself," Valarr replied, grimacing, the irony clearly not lost on him. "But access to the Great Hall from the tower is simple enough. The Great Hall would make suitable neutral ground...though I am not sure what state it is in after the butchery that occurred there. As the men are both sworn knights, I would recommend the sept."
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Post by Ser Willis Blackfort on Jun 8, 2016 22:30:22 GMT
Willis raised a hand, looking quizzical, "Now, just to make sure, do we definitely want to be negotiating in good faith, here? Looks a mite weak to be havin' a chat with someone who went and usurped your new house. Surprising and killing them at the meeting might be the best option. Or at least capturing them. Can claim that their actions betrayed their vows as knights, or some shit, to justify it."
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