Old one awakes (In game)
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"DIIIEEEE!" It screams as it brings its tail to stab the undead warrior. A moment passes in perfect silence. Lucills's blade has made its way to just above the creature's mouth, cutting the upper part of it's head in half. However the beast also managed to land a hit, the longer spikes finding a home in Lucille lower right torso. Its eyes roll up as the breath leaves its lungs and the beast's body falls.
Lucille drops to her knees after a few seconds, breathing heavily in a thick mixture of adrenaline, pain and pride. She yanks the sword of the beast's head, and gazes at the dripping blood with a self-assured smirk on her face, completely ignorant of how grave her wounds are.
Lucille scrambles to remove her head, and it almost falls to the ground. "You have... n-n-no goddamn idea... how much this hurts, Rick. Dunno if it's... how bad it is..." She answers in a panicked state, probably delirious from the pain and adrenaline. Her face is twisted in all-too-human agony.
Rick puts on a reassuring smile while trying to hide his own worry. "You're going to be alright. We'll get a healer or Sunny to fix you up, but I can do some basic bandaging until then." He gestures to the tail spikes in her chest. "We're going to need to get those out first. Alright?"
She nods, putting a hand on his wrist. "On my count to 3... you yank that son of a bitch out with all your strength." The look in her eyes says everything, she's really putting her trust in Rick to do this for her, as she's too weak to do it herself right now. "1... 2... 3!" She grits her teeth and balls her fists.
"GAH! FUUCK! FUCK FUCK FUCK!" She screams in agonizing pain. "Gotta get back to the keep! I don't know how bad this is, but I'm guessing my organs are even more useless, now..." She spits, half-expecting to see blood in it. "Help me up... please."
Rick gently lays her down on her back. "Don't worry, we'll get you to the keep. But I need to bandage you up first. You may not be alive, but we need to keep you together." He then begins to remove the armor on her upper body so he can bandage the wound.
Rick lets out a small chuckle as he bandages up her torso. "Consider me warned. And don't give up on that dream." He gives another reassuring smile before getting back to work. He is extremely professional in his work, but does take note about how attractive she is underneath her armor.
(Rick does strike me as someone who would find ritualistic scars hot) The muscles in her body visually tense up from the sharp pain. "I won't... you can be damn sure of that, Rick..." She gives a weak chuckle, but is cut off by more pain. "When you're done... just let me put my head on... easier that way..."
(In Rick's mind, scars add character and usually come with an interesting story) "If you say so. Let's just hope your more dour half is ok with getting helped back to the keep." After another few seconds he finishes his work and leans back. "Alright, that's the best I can do out here. You can put your head back on now."
Rick smiles and grasps her hand, helping her up. "Ah, there's the glare that I'm used to." He helps her over to her harpy and assists her in mounting it. "Don't do anything too crazy now. I'll be a little upset if you manage to undo all my work." He walks over to his own mount, picking up a couple of the manticore's tail spikes as he goes, and hops on. "We're heading directly back to the keep and taking you straight to Sunny or any healer they have there. No detours." He kicks his mount into the air and looks back to ensure the others are following.
Nya looks at the Manticore body and then looks around. "Uhm... Why did it attack? It wasn't hunting us... And it isn't a mindless beast." Nya touches around the creature body and checks it to be sure touching around the wounds, and then letting a mouth on her arm bite deeply trying to eat rip a part of the Manticore.
The harpy shrugs.
When the party gets back to the tower a group of knights are waiting. They were talking but fall into a hush at the sighs of the injured undead. From the small crowd Thrul and a man in robs come forth.
"What happened?" The commander asks.
When the party gets back to the tower a group of knights are waiting. They were talking but fall into a hush at the sighs of the injured undead. From the small crowd Thrul and a man in robs come forth.
"What happened?" The commander asks.