Mirrim gave Thane a grateful smile. "Oh, I know..." she murmured, taking the tea. "But I can't help but think what would have happened - she would have died, because I have never had experience with goblin poisons, and I could not have borne it..." she caught her breath. "I see that I am not as learned as I thought I was."

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"You do your best with what you have" He replied. "And giving our best is the best we can do. Don't be hard on yourself"

Mirrim nodded, staring into her tea. She looked up at Thane, and attempted a smile. "I suppose life would not be interesting if there was never something new to learn."

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"That's true." Thane smiled. "And sometimes that lesson may hurt. Sometimes they hurt real bad. But they're lessons, and they liven our lives."

Mirrim nodded. "Thank you." she said quietly, and put her tea down to attend to Raevyn and Meleth.

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Kith walked the field, trying to find more wounded. A raspy whisper drew his gaze to the side. A young girl, no more than 6, was on the ground, curled into a fetal position. Kith kneeled down and should her gently. She squeeked, then curled up tighter. "Are you hurt?" Kith asked quietly. He got no responce, except for her whimper. "Girl, answer me. Are you...." His voice tralied off. The girl had uncurled, exposing an ugly belly wound. Kith swore vividly as scopped her up and dashed towards camp. He hollered, hopping some one, any one, would come. He pulled at a bed sheet and held it to the girls stomach, hoping to stop the blood flow. Where had this girl come from? He wondered. There was no one this young in the rebel camp, he was sure.

"Goodness, Kith, what - " exclaimed Mirrim, appearing from behind a tent flap. She gasped and dropped what she was doing, running to him. "Oh no, oh no - here, give her to me." She took the whimpering child from him, crooning, "Shh, now, shh, you're going to be just fine - Kith, what on earth?!" As she spoke she knelt and fashioned a neat bandage from the sheet.

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Kith backed away, hands raised. "I just found her! I just found her..."

"There's no one this young here..." said Mirrim as if to herself, cradling the girl. "She's going to be out of it for quite some time - do you know of a spare bed anywhere?"

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Decian took the pot of powdered bethlas leaves and put some of the farian inside it. He then took a small twig, lit it with the fire, and lit the pot's contents . Light smoke drifted from the pot as he brought it near Meleth's nose. "Breathe," said Decian in a soft voice. "Breathe it in....." After a few minutes of holding it towards her nose, he placed the pot near Meleth's bed only to find that they managed to find another wounded. This is too many for me to helpDecian thought as he contacted one of his Death Bringers who were idly standing by.
"Yeah?" asked the Death Bringer when he was contacted mentally.
"Bring most of the Death Bringers back home," ordered Decian. "You can just leave four. And when you get there, send some Life Bringers over here. The wounded keep piling."
"Yes, sir. Normal escorts?"
"Of course."
Decian went for the wounded who turned out to be a little girl. He withdrew the balm and said, "Bring her over here. Her wound might be infected."

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I was cured all right.

((Ok.... Whats happening?))

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You may (or may not) know me elsewhere as Elfpen

(In short? A whole lot of tending to the wounded. And I'm stuck at the moment. )

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((Ok... I guess I'm stuck too..... Opening please? One for Raven too! If you can, anyhow.))

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(Or perhaps I should just make my own opening..)

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((I suppose thats a possibility..... I would, but I'm not very good at that... ))

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(Well, since I did start the rp, I have the freedom to do that, to a certain degree..)

Raevyn's first realization, upon opening her eyes, was pain. It felt like her veins were flowing with molten blood, and her head was throbbing like a drum. What is wrong with me..? she thought slowly, then the pain in her side seared again, and it all crashed down..literally. The battle, her killing of several trolls, then her wounding at the hand of a goblin. Then, another sensation struck her..one of the blood in her veins cooling mercifully. Antidote.. was the only thought.

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