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Destruction at the Infirmary ((RP))
((I have gotten admin approval as well as the approval of the Port Tarrund governor to carry out this RP. I did no fighting while within the infirmary because I'm well aware of the wards but as far as raiding goes, it is allowed. I hope that you will all play along with this -- all of the herbs and medicines have been destroyed, many of the manuscripts and books have been torn to shreds and burned. I was very thorough with this RP and I hope you will all be creative when stepping into it as it's meant to stir trouble and ignite activity. I'd be very disappointed if the healers try and claim they have personal stashes here and there, or 'oh, she missed this cupboard!' that would be a waste of my time as well would it be poor taste and defeat the purpose of this. If you have any questions IM me.))
[11:42] Mildread Darkfold carries with her a pitcher of ale and a tankard she'd just walked out with from the tavern - sipping from both as she goes. She'd been given word to make herself a nuisance, paid in fact to do - easiest varans she'd ever earned. The Giantess throws the bottom of her foot into the door of the Infirmary - it's hurled open obnoxiously, slamming back against the wall, chipping away the stones. Her eyes roam the little institute, one very familiar to her lays prone upon a cot.
[11:44] Alexander Lowenhart still lays on the cot. He had been up earlier today to write a small letter to a guard. His chest rises up and down, slowly and steadily. the bandages over his right shoulder and in the right side of his neck are stained dark red with blood.
[11:53] Mildread Darkfold grunts she spies Alex resting, her breathing silent, nothing sounds in the infirmary, nothing sounds in the Port -- all is silent. Mildjrid strides towards the cabinets but first taking up a ram-skin rug to use as a sack. The tankard rises to her lips, swallowing down the remainder of the ale in the mug only to start sucking back from the pitcher. The empty tankard is discarded to the floor with muted clatter. The slightly stumbling Northvegr sets to work, tearing out piles of containers, bins and sets of vials filled with all the things she's never learned about - they land onto the fur. Her movements suddenly shattering the comfortable silence of the night.
[11:57] Alexander Lowenhart is still in a rather deep sleep, resting to heal his wounds. They are not life threatening anymore... yet they are still two rather deep and large flesh wounds. Like bits were ripped out from them. In fact, they were ripped out of him. His neck is carefully bandaged, and so is his shoulder. In his sleep he mumbles some... "Lavender... m'love... how"
[12:03] Mildread Darkfold uncorked on of the vials holding it to her nose - she makes a face of sheer disgust; "Ugh, som stinker." Instead of tossing it into the pile of wares she planned on keeping she hurls it into the fire. Any other items that remain untouched upon the shelves she sweeps to the floor with a long arm, letting them shatter and expel their liquid contents over the floor boards. Her heavy steps sound across the building as she moves to the second room, a cabinet full of dried herbs. Instead of simply opening the doors to this immense piece of furniture she takes greater pleasure in smashing out the windows. reaching through and gripping at the pouches only to toss a few into the pile she'll keep -- the rest are tossed into the flames.
[12:07] Alexander Lowenhart moves his right hand to his dagger... as something happened in his dream. It just touches it... he cannot move his hand too far away. His chest still rising and falling down with his slow breathing, unaware of all what happens around him. For him, he is still dreaming... standing in a lavender field with the woman. Holding her as she brushes his cheek.
[12:12] Mildread Darkfold makes atleast five trips back and forth, armfuls of dried and powered mixtures - she couldn't help but sneeze as a rather biting white powder drifts into her nostrils by the agitation of her squishing the sack. Her sixth trip to the cabinet is simply to pull its bulky form from the wall, tilting it until gravity does the rest, smashing forward - the wood splinters, the sound of the crash would likely alert anyone near by to something awry withing the Healers Guild. On her way back towards the stairs she takes up whatever manuscripts lay atop the desk, pulling out the draws and smashing them beneath her foot. Other trinkets she collects from within are taken up into her arms only to be thrown into the fire as well.
[12:18] Alexander Lowenhart opens his eyes suddenly as he hears the wood hitting the floorboards. He tries to push his upper body up, but cant since his shoulder is in a bandage. He moves his left hand to his dagger and unsheathes it... with a raspy voice he shouts "Who's there?" and flicks the dagger in his hand
[12:24] Mildread Darkfold was on her way up the stairs just as Alex managed to sit up, her foot suspended in the air - frozen before she could even make her way up. She doesn't halt due to the voice, but notices the row of books near the steps, these she gathers up and throws to the flames. Taking a moment she reaches to her pitcher she set down atop the mantle, swallowing back a few good chugs before turning to view governing Vampire in the dull moonlight that spills through the windows; 'Ist yoors frundt." She grunts, her tone dry and holding little sincerity. She again moves towards the stairs.
[12:25] Alexander Lowenhart tries to turn his head towards Mildjrid...but can't as his neck hurts to much... The few inches his upper came up from the cot are closing in again... "Why are you doing this? Mildjird... What is the matter?" he tries to scowl, but his voice is too weak. His voice does sound rather raspy...
[12:31] Mildread Darkfold mutters, her feet slam into each step as she ascends, muttering in a rather preoccupied manner she offers a single, defining word; "Buis'nuss." Up top she found little use of anything, nothing more than bookshelves, a few cupboards containing trinkets of little value to her - these she crushes beneath her boots as she goes, ripping pages from books, scattering them about before she finally begins kicking at the shelving, breaking the wood. Her blade drawn she shreds curtains, topples the bookshelves. Standing for a moment, her chest rising and falling as she takes in long, deep breaths she surveys the destruction, pleased she's been thorough. Mildjrid then descends the stairs, her face turned towards Alex -- she knew well enough he would frown upon her for her actions and so retained a stoic expression, unyielding to any kind of friendship they might have, was easier for her to keep none.
[12:35] Alexander Lowenhart tries to roll from his cot as Mildrjid moved upstairs... but he was still trying doing so. He was severely injured indeed, but still he did not want to let the infirmary being this trashed. Finally he falls on the floor, on both knees and pushes himself up with his left fist... still holding the dagger. he lets out a deep sigh, barely moves his head, barely moves his right arm.. "Mildrjid... What have you done?! Many innocent people will... die because of this... And perhaps even your friend... the other Einherjar..." and he stumbles in her direction
[12:37] RPS HUD,2.10.02: Alexander Lowenhart has taken 65 damage via text command.
[12:37] RPS HUD,2.10.02: Alexander Lowenhart has taken 50 damage via text command.
[12:37] RPS HUD,2.10.02: Alexander Lowenhart has taken 50 damage via text command.
[12:41] Mildread Darkfold sheaths her weapon, her motions slow and seem to carry little emotion; "Alex," she mutters; " Ikke vær dum." Noting the dagger he possesses she moves towards him with crawling pace, about as well as her long legs will allow. Hands held out, palms shown to him in a gesture of non-violence; "Kommen," leaning down she moves to slip her hands beneath his arms in an effort to get him upon his feet again, if he'd allow she'd slip his arm about her shoulders and move him carefully back to the cot where she'd take up a seat across from him on the other.
[12:44] Alexander Lowenhart keeps hold of the dagger as he accepts the aide of Mildjrid... She places him roughly, but also gentle in a strange way, back on his got... his face facing the ceiling again... "Mildjrid... this... " and he lets his dagger slip from his hand, it slides against his thigh. "Why? What have... healers misdone?" he asks her... in a rather pained voice, not only physically pained... but also disappointed in a way
[12:53] Mildread Darkfold clears her throat, looking over her shoulder to the pitcher that still rests atop the mantle; "I'yams do vhat ams havens do," this is all she could say for herself - she held little shame in her actions and was apathetic to Alex's concern; "I'yams go," Mildjrid leaves a stack of bandages upon the floor next to Alex, leaning forward, her voice lowered she mutters; "Iffens need sum'tings, kommens me." She referred to his state. Rising she takes up the heavy sack of herbs, poultices, tinctures and oils stowed away in the hide rug slung over her shoulder and moves out of the door.
[12:58] Alexander Lowenhart gives a single slight nod, as far his neck allows him. He should get her arrested for this, but perhaps there is a reason for this? "Mildjdrid... I... I... " and he tries to roll his head towards the cot next to him... looking at China... "The bandages are for Lady China..."
[12:59] Mildread Darkfold moved on out - his final comment meaning little to her.
[11:42] Mildread Darkfold carries with her a pitcher of ale and a tankard she'd just walked out with from the tavern - sipping from both as she goes. She'd been given word to make herself a nuisance, paid in fact to do - easiest varans she'd ever earned. The Giantess throws the bottom of her foot into the door of the Infirmary - it's hurled open obnoxiously, slamming back against the wall, chipping away the stones. Her eyes roam the little institute, one very familiar to her lays prone upon a cot.
[11:44] Alexander Lowenhart still lays on the cot. He had been up earlier today to write a small letter to a guard. His chest rises up and down, slowly and steadily. the bandages over his right shoulder and in the right side of his neck are stained dark red with blood.
[11:53] Mildread Darkfold grunts she spies Alex resting, her breathing silent, nothing sounds in the infirmary, nothing sounds in the Port -- all is silent. Mildjrid strides towards the cabinets but first taking up a ram-skin rug to use as a sack. The tankard rises to her lips, swallowing down the remainder of the ale in the mug only to start sucking back from the pitcher. The empty tankard is discarded to the floor with muted clatter. The slightly stumbling Northvegr sets to work, tearing out piles of containers, bins and sets of vials filled with all the things she's never learned about - they land onto the fur. Her movements suddenly shattering the comfortable silence of the night.
[11:57] Alexander Lowenhart is still in a rather deep sleep, resting to heal his wounds. They are not life threatening anymore... yet they are still two rather deep and large flesh wounds. Like bits were ripped out from them. In fact, they were ripped out of him. His neck is carefully bandaged, and so is his shoulder. In his sleep he mumbles some... "Lavender... m'love... how"
[12:03] Mildread Darkfold uncorked on of the vials holding it to her nose - she makes a face of sheer disgust; "Ugh, som stinker." Instead of tossing it into the pile of wares she planned on keeping she hurls it into the fire. Any other items that remain untouched upon the shelves she sweeps to the floor with a long arm, letting them shatter and expel their liquid contents over the floor boards. Her heavy steps sound across the building as she moves to the second room, a cabinet full of dried herbs. Instead of simply opening the doors to this immense piece of furniture she takes greater pleasure in smashing out the windows. reaching through and gripping at the pouches only to toss a few into the pile she'll keep -- the rest are tossed into the flames.
[12:07] Alexander Lowenhart moves his right hand to his dagger... as something happened in his dream. It just touches it... he cannot move his hand too far away. His chest still rising and falling down with his slow breathing, unaware of all what happens around him. For him, he is still dreaming... standing in a lavender field with the woman. Holding her as she brushes his cheek.
[12:12] Mildread Darkfold makes atleast five trips back and forth, armfuls of dried and powered mixtures - she couldn't help but sneeze as a rather biting white powder drifts into her nostrils by the agitation of her squishing the sack. Her sixth trip to the cabinet is simply to pull its bulky form from the wall, tilting it until gravity does the rest, smashing forward - the wood splinters, the sound of the crash would likely alert anyone near by to something awry withing the Healers Guild. On her way back towards the stairs she takes up whatever manuscripts lay atop the desk, pulling out the draws and smashing them beneath her foot. Other trinkets she collects from within are taken up into her arms only to be thrown into the fire as well.
[12:18] Alexander Lowenhart opens his eyes suddenly as he hears the wood hitting the floorboards. He tries to push his upper body up, but cant since his shoulder is in a bandage. He moves his left hand to his dagger and unsheathes it... with a raspy voice he shouts "Who's there?" and flicks the dagger in his hand
[12:24] Mildread Darkfold was on her way up the stairs just as Alex managed to sit up, her foot suspended in the air - frozen before she could even make her way up. She doesn't halt due to the voice, but notices the row of books near the steps, these she gathers up and throws to the flames. Taking a moment she reaches to her pitcher she set down atop the mantle, swallowing back a few good chugs before turning to view governing Vampire in the dull moonlight that spills through the windows; 'Ist yoors frundt." She grunts, her tone dry and holding little sincerity. She again moves towards the stairs.
[12:25] Alexander Lowenhart tries to turn his head towards Mildjrid...but can't as his neck hurts to much... The few inches his upper came up from the cot are closing in again... "Why are you doing this? Mildjird... What is the matter?" he tries to scowl, but his voice is too weak. His voice does sound rather raspy...
[12:31] Mildread Darkfold mutters, her feet slam into each step as she ascends, muttering in a rather preoccupied manner she offers a single, defining word; "Buis'nuss." Up top she found little use of anything, nothing more than bookshelves, a few cupboards containing trinkets of little value to her - these she crushes beneath her boots as she goes, ripping pages from books, scattering them about before she finally begins kicking at the shelving, breaking the wood. Her blade drawn she shreds curtains, topples the bookshelves. Standing for a moment, her chest rising and falling as she takes in long, deep breaths she surveys the destruction, pleased she's been thorough. Mildjrid then descends the stairs, her face turned towards Alex -- she knew well enough he would frown upon her for her actions and so retained a stoic expression, unyielding to any kind of friendship they might have, was easier for her to keep none.
[12:35] Alexander Lowenhart tries to roll from his cot as Mildrjid moved upstairs... but he was still trying doing so. He was severely injured indeed, but still he did not want to let the infirmary being this trashed. Finally he falls on the floor, on both knees and pushes himself up with his left fist... still holding the dagger. he lets out a deep sigh, barely moves his head, barely moves his right arm.. "Mildrjid... What have you done?! Many innocent people will... die because of this... And perhaps even your friend... the other Einherjar..." and he stumbles in her direction
[12:37] RPS HUD,2.10.02: Alexander Lowenhart has taken 65 damage via text command.
[12:37] RPS HUD,2.10.02: Alexander Lowenhart has taken 50 damage via text command.
[12:37] RPS HUD,2.10.02: Alexander Lowenhart has taken 50 damage via text command.
[12:41] Mildread Darkfold sheaths her weapon, her motions slow and seem to carry little emotion; "Alex," she mutters; " Ikke vær dum." Noting the dagger he possesses she moves towards him with crawling pace, about as well as her long legs will allow. Hands held out, palms shown to him in a gesture of non-violence; "Kommen," leaning down she moves to slip her hands beneath his arms in an effort to get him upon his feet again, if he'd allow she'd slip his arm about her shoulders and move him carefully back to the cot where she'd take up a seat across from him on the other.
[12:44] Alexander Lowenhart keeps hold of the dagger as he accepts the aide of Mildjrid... She places him roughly, but also gentle in a strange way, back on his got... his face facing the ceiling again... "Mildjrid... this... " and he lets his dagger slip from his hand, it slides against his thigh. "Why? What have... healers misdone?" he asks her... in a rather pained voice, not only physically pained... but also disappointed in a way
[12:53] Mildread Darkfold clears her throat, looking over her shoulder to the pitcher that still rests atop the mantle; "I'yams do vhat ams havens do," this is all she could say for herself - she held little shame in her actions and was apathetic to Alex's concern; "I'yams go," Mildjrid leaves a stack of bandages upon the floor next to Alex, leaning forward, her voice lowered she mutters; "Iffens need sum'tings, kommens me." She referred to his state. Rising she takes up the heavy sack of herbs, poultices, tinctures and oils stowed away in the hide rug slung over her shoulder and moves out of the door.
[12:58] Alexander Lowenhart gives a single slight nod, as far his neck allows him. He should get her arrested for this, but perhaps there is a reason for this? "Mildjdrid... I... I... " and he tries to roll his head towards the cot next to him... looking at China... "The bandages are for Lady China..."
[12:59] Mildread Darkfold moved on out - his final comment meaning little to her.
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26 Comments
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Comment by Mildread Darkfold on July 3, 2009 at 10:31pm - LOL - Sure. IM me when you can.
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Comment by Chinablue Whittlesea on July 3, 2009 at 5:27pm - Hey Mildread :-) I need a pic of Mildreads face. I want to make a wanted poster of you. teehee
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Comment by Mildread Darkfold on July 2, 2009 at 11:08pm
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Maybe Alex needs to get to work, then.
And Vampires. *The Northvegr scoffs* Nei't'ings but veakling purple pixies.
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Comment by Prince Alexander on July 2, 2009 at 5:39pm -
Oi... That is not true!
I have turned Nobody... ask around, Alex never turned anyone !
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Comment by Chinablue Whittlesea on July 2, 2009 at 5:33pm
- Hey...I'm no Vampire! :-P Just have a strange overbite...LOL
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Comment by Myyst Jewell on July 2, 2009 at 4:31pm - points at he witchlords comment!! shall we start forming accords?
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Comment by Witchlord on July 2, 2009 at 4:02pm - The governor really is turning everyone into vamps. BRING THE PORT BACK TO HUMANS!
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Comment by Chinablue Whittlesea on July 2, 2009 at 3:28pm
- China grins at Selena her fangs flashing briefly in the light...."Aye my sister healer...I'm feeling thirsty too..." Muhahahahahah!!! ROFL
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Comment by Mildread Darkfold on July 2, 2009 at 7:58am
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*Snorts*
Come on and try it, Girly.
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Comment by Selena on July 2, 2009 at 3:16am - *holds up her staff and licks her fangs* You know..... I've not had a good drink in awhile... and I am a healer in that infirmary
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