123rd of Vhalar
5 bits to midnight, 10 bits after these events
Order of the Adunih Outpost
There was a lot commotion by the door leading into the Outpost and the doors suddenly burst open. Supporting a massive figure, a young, green cloaked and hooded figure stood in the opening of the door. "Help! Somebody help me! I need Mistress Valed right now!"
He shouted into the entrance hall to the Outpost. At this time of night there were only a few people about, patients who had trouble sleeping or healer's who lived here or where on duty to care for the sleeping patients, you never knew when someone needed help. Whoever they were, the sudden entry of the young healer had them all jumping or turning in shock towards the entrance. The usual soft spoken, serene aura of the healer's Outpost was broken. Bren, the young healer, tried to carry Ronan further into the building but stumbled over the initial step and both men went crashing to the ground.
Bren wore his Order robes, green and hooded, showing his rank within the order. Where his clothes had been only dirty from travel before the fight, he arrived with one side soaked with blood and dirt all over his outfit. He didn't carry anything else as his pack had been left behind at the scene of the attack. For anyone highly perceptive, various splinters of wood and slight abrasions on his palms were the only injuries he seemed to have suffered. Ronan, on the other hand, was in much worse shape. He was barely dressed upon entry. His shirt had been torn in the front, hanging down from his body. On his hip, a cut was trickling blood down towards his pants and on his back there was a large cut diagonally across and a wound near the right shoulder, the latter bleeding worse than the first. There were various cuts in his pants as well, especially around the upper legs and a large, blood soaked cut on his left calf. The entire front of his chest as covered in a hardening jelly as well as each cut on his body. Despite the sealing agent being in place, blood continued to poor out from under it for some of the deeper wounds. Other wounds had darker skin around them, as if the blood was pooling just under the surface. Every single cut, no matter how shallow, had some of the same sealing agent spread on it. Anyone perceptive enough would notice that, despite the blood on them, neither his hands nor his forearms had any sort of wounds on them.
Ronan felt the pain all over his body but the cold stones of the Outpost floor managed to soothe some of it. Even though he'd only been on the floor for a trill or two, blood was already staining the floor around him, dripping from various wounds. Most of his body was covered in the hardened sealing jelly used by many healers to prevent diseases from getting into wounds. Ronan had picked up the trick some arcs ago from another Order member after he'd left Rynmere but in this case the wounds, the trips or the haste with which the jelly had been applied had caused the sealing jelly to be ineffective to some degree. Bren was equally out for the count. He'd never carried anything as heavy as Ronan and was near the end of his stamina. Despite that both men stubbornly refused to stay down and were beginning to push themselves up, one more successfully than the other.
"Come on, you big lump! On your feet. There will be no bleeding out on the doorstep of the Order for you, my friend."
Bren's hands wrapped around Ronan's arm and tried to pull him further up on his feet. It was in vain as both men struggled together. Hasty footsteps came running down the hall and another green robed healer joined them. She seemed shocked by the sight in front of her and, much like Bren had in the beginning, hesitated, unsure of where to start. Bren, however, had long since gotten used to it. "Grab his other arm. We need to get him in a bed and operated on."
The green figure looked up at Bren. "But.. the blood, the wounds."
Bren seemed to get irritated at the delay. "It's not going to stop. It hasn't even clotted since he got stabbed ten bits ago."
Ronan helped as much as he could to get back up and tried to explain to the two healers why he kept on bleeding but there was only some mumbling from his cracked lips.
A gold cloaked figured appeared around the corner, flanked by two other green cloaks and, at a glance, could see how bad it was. "Dhatri, prepare an operating room and fetch every blue, gold trimmed cloak in town. I don't care if you have to wake them up at this time of the night or how long it takes them to get here. Hurry. Squid? Can you go and check on miss Faith and see if she is up to helping out. I could really use her help."
The little kid nodded and the pattering of his eight year old feet disappeared down the hall. The gold cloaked figure approached and took Bren's place as a support for the massive Element Trooper in training. "Tell me everything I need to know Bren."
The young healer, winded though he was, started to explain what had happened since their arrival back in Scalvoris.