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Azeurid and the bartender looked into one each other's eyes as the two strangers upstairs exchanged with dampened voices. Azeurid's eyes once again darted around the cellar looking for something sharp that could prize the door open.
"There must be something!" he yelled.
The barman, still panting heavily, motioned towards a wooden chest in the corner of the cellar. Azeurid sped across the cold rocky floor and lifted the lid. It creaked open. A small pick-axe. He wrapped his hands around the handle which had been wrapped in a roll of dirty cloth and heaved it out of the chest. With a grunt he dragged it across the floor of the cellar and up the steps.
With an almighty haul he lifted the pickaxe to above his head and swung it at the door. The point of the axe smashed into the keyhole causing the door to fracture into two jagged halves. He prized the pick axe out again and dealt a second ferocious blow, this time causing the splintered door to completely fly off its hinges. However, the momentum of the pickaxe caused it to continue at great pace - piercing straight through Azeurid's soft leather boots and lodging in his foot.
Post by Danielle Otis on Jul 30, 2012 14:02:09 GMT -5
Dani winced pretty bad at the man's yells, startled. The door had fallen to the floor, and she kicked the pieces aside and looked at the damage. "We really need to get you to the infirmary!" she said, wide eyed at the man's foot. "They'll be able to fix you up if we get there soon enough. You gotta ignore the pain."
Looking up, it seemed there was no clear path out of the pub, except through flames. Well shit. It would hurt like a bitch for that man to get out. "A-Alright, settle down, everything's gonna be alright." Dani spotted the bartender and gave a quick nod to him.
The bartender winced and held his hand to his mouth. Upon spotting Dani, he ran to the top of the stairs and waved out to her hurriedly.
"Dani! Thank goodness you're here!" he said. "What on EARTH has happened? Those damn bandits! You turn your back for ONE MINUTE- oh, there is no time for this! We have to put the fire out!"
He placed a hand on Azeurid's shoulder, who was still writhing in pain, and climbed past him into the pub.
"You stay exactly where you are!" he instructed the impaled Azeurid.
The bartender looked around at the blazing fire and held his hands to his head. He ran behind the bar and pulled out a folded tablecloth which he dunked in a wooden bucket full of water.
"Dani! Grab the other end of this cloth, we MUST put this fire out!"
Post by Danielle Otis on Jul 30, 2012 14:20:16 GMT -5
Dani nodded rapidly, taking one more look at the man with the messed up foot, before turning to the bartender and running up to him, grabbing the other end of the cloth.
"Just don't get yourselves burned!" she stated to the three men in the room, before turning to the bartender and nodding. "I'm ready when you are."
On three, Dani and the bartender tossed the cloth onto the flames still hissing from the alcohol that Raymond had tried to oust them with. With an enormous fizzing sound, the wet cloth put the flames out. Black smoke filled the room. The bartender coughed and spluttered, then let out a huge sigh of relief as the pub began to settle. Three wooden tables and chairs had been consumed by the blaze - and the corner of the bar had sustained damage too.
"If I find the heathens who did this, I'll cut off their fingers one by one!" growled the bartender.
A surge of guilt jolted through Azeurid, almost causing him to forget about the excruciating pain he was in because of the pickaxe.
"I- I have something I need to tell you," Azeurid began. "This is my fault."
The bartender turned and raised his eyebrows at Azeurid.
"What?"
"The fire - it's my fault," said Azeurid. "I have to tell you the truth. I... Oh, nothing. ARGH! My damn FOOT!"
"Come on, spit it out!"
"Trouble... follows... me around."
"Nonsense... The fumes have gotten to your head! You need to get to the infirmary. Don't worry about this mess, I'll sort this out in time." said the bartender. "Dani- you hold him on one side, I'll hold him on the other. He needs to get that foot looked at, ASAP!"
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(OOC I'm happy to make a new thread in the infirmary! )
Last Edit: Jul 30, 2012 14:46:54 GMT -5 by Deleted
Post by Danielle Otis on Jul 30, 2012 14:51:25 GMT -5
(( No worries my friend, we don't really switch over the thread if it's just a straight away continuation. Here we can have them just going to the infirmary Let's wait for Raymond to be able to make a post before we do that, though ))
She nodded, getting under one of the man's arms. Sure, she was a tiny girl, but she was stronger than she looked. Not much stronger, but stronger none the less. She glanced over at Raymond, "Will you be joining us? I need to discuss some things with you anyhow. Best to do that while we wait in the infirmary."
Raymond smiled, "Of course I'll be joining, might as well. I have some things to check out anyway." he would be scouting out Roland's home and some other places that were marked with importance. That way he could better plan attacks and escapes.
Raymond looked at The man who had now fainted. "I got his legs. I'm going to keep the pick axe in his foot just cause I'm not sure if I am qualified to remove it." he laughs awkwardly as he removes the pick from te floor but keeps it in the man's foot. "Will you get his upper half?"
Post by Danielle Otis on Aug 2, 2012 23:30:57 GMT -5
She nodded, stepping behind the man and wrapping her arms under his pits and around his chest to make sure it was secure. "Make sure the axe doesn't move much. Keep it stationary if you can," she stated, waiting for Raymonds go.
Raymond tore a bit of the windows curtain and tied the axe handle to the man's leg, it would be good enough. He picked the man up like he was wheeling a wheelbarrow an nodded to Dani, "Alright, you direct me. I don't know where I'm going." he said with a bit of a laugh as he turned around, switch hands so that he could face forward and no one would have to walk backwards.
Post by Danielle Otis on Aug 3, 2012 13:30:34 GMT -5
"You sure make light of a bad situation, hmm?" she laughed as the man whistled. Others in the streets were giving them bewildered looks, and Dani just ignored them. What's so weird about carrying a man with an axe stuck in his foot?
"I think they are more interested in the fact that we haven't taken it out." he laughed, "And bad situation? He will live wont he? Unless it gets horribly infected that is. But that is quite unlikely." Raymond continued to whistle.
One he saw something that looked liked an infirmary. "Hey, the tree tippers look great by the way. Sweet idea thanks!" he said referring to the village in the pine forest.