Tar-Miriel sank beneath the waves (miriel) wrote in untold_logs, @ 2008-06-03 00:52:00 |
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Entry tags: | karigan, minulziran, miriel, tindomiel, zaira |
Who: Karigan, Tindomiel, Miriel, Zaira, Minulziran, assorted npcs of varying natures
What: Escape! Black Magic! Pile o'naked and wet women!
Where: Somewhere on the Anduin, West of Pelargir.
Karigan: *wakes up and is sooooooo pissed off*
Tindomiel: *checking for concussion!*
Karigan: *has a raging headache, batters at Tindomiel* Stop that I'm not dead.
Karigan: *opens her eyes properly and begins to put two and two together* ...damn, I assume we have been kidnapped.
Miriel: It would appear so. I think we're on the river, I don't smell the sea but we're clearly in a boat.
Tindomiel: *snorts and continues being healery*
Karigan: *pushes Tindomiel away, stands uncertainly on her feet. Is short enough that her head doesn't touch the ceiling. Actually braces herself on the ceiling with one hand* Yes. Clearly. In the cargo hold. *spots Zaira.* ...she doesn't look so good.
Tindomiel: She seems to have a problem with small spaces. I also think she's pregnant.
Karigan: *sympathetically* It's probably better that she's asleep now. *or... passed out...*
Miriel: I've tried to get the hatch open, but it's secured tight somehow.
Karigan: *steps carefully over to the hatch, looking up at it*
Karigan: *leans up and takes a deeeeep breath* ...they've covered the top with oilcloth, by the smell. On smaller ships they do that sometimes to avoid water getting on the cargo. There might be crates on top too.
Karigan: *experimentally gives the hatch a shove with both her hands*
Miriel: *watches her*
Tindomiel: You'll pull a muscle if you aren't careful.
Karigan: *annoyed* I do this every day. There's something stacked on the top, if it was bolted, it would rattle.
Karigan: ...time for plan b, then. *looking around*
Karigan: *mind going a thousand miles an hour thinking things like how she's going to get off this boat before it gets into the bay and starts sailing to Umbar...*
Karigan: *leans her hands against the hatch, without pushing* So, before I get ahead of myself, what happened to you all? I normally find myself ALONE in these situations...
Miriel: I haven't the foggiest. *rubs the back of her head* I heard something behind me, then everything went black.
Tindomiel: I was in the healing houses. The guard grabbed me.
Karigan: ...the guard Elessar posted?
Tindomiel: *nods*
Karigan: *can dimly recall someone breaking into her room while she was drawing, remembers hitting someone with her chair...*
Karigan: ...damn it. Someone is going to be FIRED. *in a nasty tone as if this is only the beginning of 'someone's very worst day ever*
Miriel: *nods her head, can only imagine how pissed off the king and stewards are**rubs the back of her head, and looks around some more*
Karigan: well if someone hoped I would go quietly, they had a nasty surprise, hah. *carefully stepping through the hold, looking around for...anything, really*
Karigan: *picks up a metal manacle, hefts it, feeling the wieght in her hand*
Miriel: *eyes her***then takes a step back >.>*
Karigan: ...yes, good idea. Everybody move away from the hatch. >.>
Karigan: *running her tongue along the inside of her mouth, thinking* ...I know one way to get one person out of here, but I don't think it'll work but for one, and whoever tries it will be in danger.
Miriel: Well, if one of us could get out, she could lower a ladder or rope down. Seems like a small boat, shouldn't be too many crew.
Miriel: *smiles sweetly* After all, we're just a bunch of harmless women ^_^
Karigan: ...the problem is the only way to get that door open is to make them open it.
Karigan: ...or batter a hole into the deck and that will get their attention.
Miriel: We could fake an injury?
Tindomiel: *points at the porthole* Can you fit through that?
Karigan: *...turns, looks at the porthole*
Karigan: *walks over to it, a bit unsteady on her sea legs, peers out. Spends a moment measuring her hips and shoulders in comparison to the hole*
Karigan: ...yes, but I think I'm the only one. It'll be a tight squeeze.
Karigan: I'm smaller than the rest of you. *and shorter too.*
Karigan: *thinking it over, peers out the porthole, but it's got crappy medieval glass so all you can see are blurry shapes* If I break the glass they'll hear. You could all pretend to be trapped still and that I abandoned you. Or you could try to stage an escape of your own... *looking at them skeptically, especially Zaira* ...she doesn't look up to it, though.
Miriel: *dry* I don't particularly wish to stay around here.
Karigan: *looks up at the hatch again* I could try to climb my way on to the deck and hope to clear the hatch enough for you to push your way out.
Tindomiel: *hefts one of the chains* You could use this as a weapon. *points to spots on her head where a chain hitting would be lethal*
Karigan: ...or like this. *pulls it between her hands, pantomimes strangling Tindomiel from behind*
Miriel: *laughs softly* That could work, yes.
Karigan: *or smash somebody's face with it by using it like a flail, or... lots of things. >.>.*
Zaira: *was napping, awakens with a groan, looks around, and immediately curls up in a ball* Feck, I was hopin' that were a feckin' nightmare.
Karigan: ...Captain Zaira? *recognizes the voice, but it's been a while, and couldn't see her face clearly* It's rider Karigan. Wake up, cousin, we're going to escape. Or, well, try.
Tindomiel: Cousin?! She's related too?
Miriel: ...I think I see a pattern.
Zaira: I'm awake, I'm just feckin' not likin' this whole bein' locked up in a feckin' boat thing, girl.
Miriel: Miriel.
Zaira: *smushes her inner panic down inside her a bit, at the sound of the word escape, and tries to get up* ... We're cousins?!
Karigan: Well I've been thinking, you know, about our distant relations...
Zaira: *runs a hand through her hair, looking a bit green* If we're all feckin' related then I'm thinkin' our Aunties decided it were time fer a family reunion.
Karigan: I don't think we're related to Tar-Miriel. >.>
Zaira: I'm pretended Tar-feckin'-Miriel ain't standin' here, since she already told me once she'd drowned an'I know feckin' well where she was supposed t'have. *twitches*
Karigan: Who gives a damn why were here, I know we'd all be happier if we weren't. Can you all swim?
Zaira: *nods her head, then sneaks off to a corner* *tells herself repeatedly she is NOT trapped inside an enclosed, dark space*
Miriel: Like a fish.
Tindomiel: *nods*
Miriel: The Anduin has a strong current though *looks around* If we had some rope we could hold onto each other.
Karigan: ...we could also drag each other down. *just pointing out reasonable-like. >.>*
Zaira: *returns from her trip to the corner, stumbling and wiping at her mouth* Trick ain't t'fight th'current.
Zaira: We'll end up in feckin' Pelargir, but me ship's docked there anyways.
Karigan: better than passing Pelargir completely, if you ask me.
Zaira: Anythin's better'n gettin' stuck in this feckin' place.....
Miriel: I appreciate your survival instinct *eyeroll*
Zaira: *is really starting to get a rather paniced glint to her eyes over the whole mess*
Karigan: ...look, rope or not, the best hope is for me to climb up, try to open the hatch, and for us all to jump into the river. Drowning would be better than what anyone on this boat could intend for us.
Miriel: *repeats what she told Zaira earlier* I've drowned before, it's not so bad.
Karigan: I've suffocated enough times not to be too eager to repeat the experience.
Zaira: ... *ponders* What'd they have in mind, d'ye think?
Tindomiel: I've heard horrible things about my umbarean relations
Karigan: *in a savage, quite nasty tone* Do you really want to know what I think?
Miriel: I'm curious.
Karigan: Before they cut out our entrails and use our blood in black magic that calls for kin or offspring, they'll breed us like brood mares to whoever is really king of Umbar now.
Zaira: Look. I'm feckin' weighin' me options here, alright? I got more'n me own personal body t'be thinkin' bout. Drownin' ain't keepin' me alive any more than bein' killed by me auntie is, but bidin' me time might lead t'livin'....
Zaira: *rubs at her face* 'Course that don't sound too invitin', neither.
Miriel: *disgusted look on her face*
Karigan: ...well that would fit the pattern. >.> we're all fertile women of Umbarean or Numenorean blood.
Miriel: *nods her head*
Zaira: Ye've got no feckin' idea. >.>
Zaira: *runs a hand through her hair* So. Yer goin' through th'hatch, then what?
Karigan: When I'm on the deck I try to open the hatch so you all can escape. More or less.
Zaira: *nods her head* Then we jump ship, basically?
Karigan: That was the plan. I know, not exactly foolproof.
Zaira: *rubs at her stomach* Better'n dyin' stuck in here...
Karigan: ...you all right, Zaira?
Zaira: 're any'o'us feckin' all right?!
Miriel: Calm. *puts a hand on her shoulder* *turns to Karigan* No pressure, but it all lays on you.
Karigan: ...well get ready then, I'm going to smash the window and crawl out, and they'll probably hear.
Zaira: *nods her head, backs away from the window a bit, in case of glass*
Miriel: *picks up a chain and swings it for good measure* I've not had this much excitement since Isildur stole the fruit. *end of the world not withstanding*
Karigan: *hefts the chain she's been holding, weighing it a bit, then, swings it at the window to break it through, while turning her body away so if there is any glass it DOESN'T land on her face*
Zaira: *backs away a bit more, a bit tense and ready for .. whatever's going to happen next*
Tindomiel: *shields Zaira, in fact!*
Karigan: *smashed the unbroken bits of glass as best she can with her elbow, then eases herself up to crawl through the porthole. It doesn't look like she'll fiiiit....*
Karigan: *but does fit. barely. with some tight squeezes and only after getting cut by some of the glass. Manages to stand up in the porthole and grab on to the edge of the ship's overhang and swings up out of sight*
Zaira: *watches* *is grateful that the excitement of escape is putting aside her claustrophobia at least, and... breathes in the fresh air that sinks in through the broken window with a bit of a relieved sigh*
Karigan: *hangs off the edge of the ship, dripping blood past the porthole in tiny drops, doesn't want to go on deck till she knows what's going to happen. Listening for how many are on deck*
Tindomiel: *frowns, and runs a hand through her hair, then guides Zaira away from the hatch a bit*
Miriel: *does the same**readies her chain*
Boots: *thud on the deck to investigate that sound!*
Karigan: *readies herself for a person to stick their head over the side, ready to slap them in the head with the nasty end of a heavy iron chain*
Head: *appears!*
Zaira: *bringing to mind all her "stuck in the water" survival tips*
Karigan: *hits the guy. really hard. And then grabs him one-handed while he's stunned and throws him overboard but steals his knife first. >.>*
Guy: *Wilhelm Scream*
Heavy-set man: *hears that, comes to investigate!*
Karigan: *...waits, can do it a second time if they keep this up >.>*
Man: *swings a heavy club in Karigan's general direction**Shouts for the other person on the boat to check on the prisoners!*
Hatch: *lifts open!*
Woman: *peers in, gets hit in the face by Miriel the moment it's evident that's not Karigan**grabs the chain and tugs at it*
Miriel: *tugs back!*
Karigan: *scrambles on to the deck of the ship, ducking out of the way of the club, and sprints for the porthole, and tackles the woman*
Woman: *growls and scratches at Karigan's eyes with one hand while pulling a knife out with the other**also seems to be muttering something in Adunaic*
Karigan: *shouts something in Adunaic while grappling with the woman to avod getting stabbed, but doesn't even know what it is she's saying, it just sort of... is happening*
Zaira: *tries to figure out the words, since... well, she has nothing else to do and it'll keep her mind busy*
Woman: *screams, and blood sort of bubbles out of her eyes and mouth, but totally manages to jab that knife somewhere as she finishes her OWN spell*
Miriel: *as Karigan is finishing spell!* Cover your ears! *covers her own ears*
Tindomiel: O.O *covers ears!*
Zaira: *covers her ears!*
Zaira: *isn't sure she likes this whole witchcrafty stuff!*
Karigan: *screams, half from being stabbed, half because of the way the woman is dying, and tries to rip the knife out of her leg because IT FEELS LIKE THE BLADE IS ON FIRE*
blade: *is in fact glowing red hot*
Karigan: *wrenches it from her leg and throws it across the deck, shouts down into the hold as she drags a coil of rope down into the hole and holds it to keep it from just continually uncoiling* LET'S GO.
woman: *still bleeding out of every orifice*
Miriel: *helps TIndomiel get Zaira out of the hatch, then pushes Tindomiel up*
Zaira: *lands on top of the deck with a grunt, and tries to avoid staring at the woman who is bleeding everywhere since... nope, she's going to throw up.*
Karigan: *pulls Miriel up out of the hole. Is... very bloody, mostly her own.* Jump into the river!
Miriel: *climbs up herself, grabs Karigan's hand 'cause she can't get out the rest of the way**nods, grabs Zaira's hand, LEAPS*
Zaira: *finds herself flying through the air, and then hitting the water with a splash* *decides the water is feckin' cold, but at least she's awake fully now, and starts swimming for dear life*
miriel: *momentarily has her own freak out, then pushes it down and concentrates on treading water and swimming towards the nearest shore*
Karigan: *dives into the river, but her leg is bleeding a lot and the water is extremely cold. isn't making good progress*
Zaira: *looks around, notices Karigan's slow progress, swims toward her*
Tindomiel; *has the same thought!*
Karigan: *manages to keep her head above water and not do stupid things like thrash around, but can't quite get a good breath in her*
Zaira: *puts an arm around Karigan and starts trying to tug her to shore*
Karigan: *tries to swim with Zaira, but feels like all her limbs are turning to lead*
Miriel: *swims towards them!*
Tindomiel: *gets an arm around Karigan as well.*
Karigan: *swims with them*
Zaira: *continues to try swimming toward the shore, isn't making much progress now herself, though Tindomiel's help certainly speeds things up*
Miriel: *swims past them, as adding a third set of hands will only impede them**suddenly disappears beneath the surface!*
current: *licks at their feet <3*
Karigan: *...whatthefuuuuck*
Zaira: *blinks!* *looks at Tindomiel, then dives under the water*
Karigan: *thinking this rescue could have gone better*
Miriel: *feels hands pulling her to the surface!**Gasps for air then gasps out* Current!
Tindomiel: *phews**pulls Karigan so she's half on her back* Hold on to me! *starts to swim harder!*
Karigan: *feels soooo tired... does as she's told*
Tindomiel: *needs to get them all out of the water before they end up chilled to death, and needs to deal with Karigan's injury, and and*
Miriel: *gives zai a thankful look, and kickswims her way to shore**reaches it and grabs for a large root**grabs Zaira's hand as she sweeps by!*
Zaira: *grabs Miriel's hand and pulls herself forward, struggling against the current*
Tindomiel: *reaches for either of them desperately!*
Zaira: *tugs with her one hand, tries to grab Tindomiel with her other* *is definitely starting to feel cold now, has chattering teeth!*
Tindomiel: *GRABS!*
Miriel: *starts hauling them all out of the water, where they end up in a wet girl pile <3*
Karigan: *is going into shock, in and out of consciousness >.>.*
Tindomiel: *lays her out flat and rips off part of her slip for a tourniquet, and starts general shock treatment*
Miriel: *looks for things to start a fire, is shivering uncontrollably*
Karigan: *comes around for a moment, talks through clacking teeth* ...can't stay on the shore... got to hide...
Zaira: *curls up in a ball, most of her thoughts on keeping herself - and her child - alive*
Miriel: From what?
Karigan: ...*lifts her head* crew. longboats. s...search party. *doesn't think it's that easy, is sure they'll send people after them*
Zaira: *listens, lets out a long sigh, and starts trying to struggle to her feet* ... She's right...
Zaira: But we'll be leavin' a blood trail if yer wound ain't treated... *remembers she's a Captain, damn it, and can't just give in like a scared little girl*
Zaira: ... 'right. Get that wound stopped up, then me'an Miriel'l help Karigan walk, Tindomiel can scout ahead a ways.
Miriel: *eyes Zaira* Assuming anyone else is left alive on that boat.
Karigan: There is.
Zaira: ... an'it's bein' stupid if we assume we're safe.
Karigan: *nods her head vigorously at Zaira*
Zaira: Like t'curl up in a ball an'pretend none o'this e'er happened, but...
Zaira: Feck. We ain't safe yet, an we need t'be. *frowns*
Miriel: Do you even know what you recited? *rubs at her arms while Tindomiel does her healy thing*
Zaira: *eyes Karigan*
Miriel: If any of us had listened to the full thing, we whould have been as dead as that woman. If any of their crew heard it, they suffered the same fate.
Miriel: *shudders* *has had her fair share of dark evil things, thanks to Sauron and Pharazon*
Karigan: *doesn't want to hear this*
Karigan: It... it just happened... I'm not a magician...
Zaira: Feck, girl. Y'want t'assume, that's fine. I'll jes'be walkin' on me way without ye.
Zaira: *doesn't want to hear about magic either*
Miriel: *sighs**thinks they aren't in much condition to get far*
Zaira: *knows she isn't* *also knows she doesn't want umbareans chasing her* *doesn't want to know what they'd do to her, or ... well any of them*
Karigan: *trying to think with a clear head* ...where are we.
Zaira: *looks around* .... no feckin' clue.
Karigan: I know every road from Minas Tirith t...to Pelargir... got to find a road... *trying to sit up, no, stand up*
Zaira: .... could be runnin' round this whole feckin' shore tryin' t'find one... Still think we need t'get this wound taken care of first. *eyes Karigan*
Miriel: Could look for *chatter* lights?
Tindomiel: *bend over andwooooorking*
Karigan: *...nods!* ...rider... waystations. Waystations... *sort of drifting off again, because her leg hurts*
Zaira: *runs a hand through her hair* *very grateful for enhanced survival instincts and adrenaline right now* .. I'll go look.
Zaira: .... *looks around* Can mark my trail with ... branches 'er somethin'.
Karigan: *jerks awake* ...lemme esplain.
Karigan: ...if there's no village, there's a station...
Zaira: Station.... fer th'riders fer messages, aye?
Karigan: *nods her head* got supplies... small. Small building and... and a stable... off the road.
Miriel: *starts to work on a fire, since she can't do much else now*
Zaira: *lets out a breath, nods her head* ... don' make th'fire this close t'thshore if ye can... maybe a bit back , in th'foliage a ways.
Zaira: *searches around for a stick, something she can make her path with or... something*
Miriel: *nods her head, but makes fire anyway, just enough to carry on some tinder, farther away
Tindomiel: that's the best I can do with out a kit *sighs**used some seaweed which stiiinks*
Karigan: *in and out of it variously. blood loss ftw. at least is still breathing and doesn't seem to be having any heart trouble*
Zaira: *starts making her way, slowly* *has no idea where she's going, except she's trying to keep the sound of hte river behind her* *scratches a line in the dirt here and there, or pulls down foliage and throws it in her path...*
Zaira: *anything to get her to remember that she came this way*
Miriel: *helps the healer carry Karigan over to the fire, then pulls off her slip and wrings it out* Get out of these things, they'll only make us colder.
Karigan: ...no... *crosses her arms over her chest and refuses to let them take her stupid slip off. >.>*
Tindomiel: *tugs it off anyway**blinks at scarring*
Karigan: *curls up away from them, knees into her chest, trying to make herself as small as possible*
Miriel: *doesn't particularly seem that modest, before she sits down and wraps her arms around herself*
Zaira: *still trudging through the wilderness, trying to find the road*
Karigan: *isn't being MODEST, is cold and humiliated, every time she's naked in public horrible things happen to her*
Zaira: *finally finds a road, and gets about 20 feet up it before her knees give out and she can't go any further*
Miriel: I'm worried about..uh, you said her name was Zaira?
Karigan: *might be unconscious.>.>.*
Miriel: *rubs at her face* I swear I can almost hear Boromir bellowing from here. *it's very dark except for the fire*
Zaira: *can't walk, starts trying to crawl!*
Tindomiel: *looks at Karigan worridly, and edges her closer to the fire that Miriel had started**glances at the former queen and flushes a bit* You said...Karigan's spell would have killed anyone in earshot?
Miriel: *nods her head* I would presume so, from the wording.
Miriel: what's troublesome is she doesn't seem to realize she was weaving it
Karigan: *yes... has officially passed out*
Karigan: *is unconscious. etc.*
Miriel: *shifts uncomfortably, and tries to squeeze more water out of the slip she'd pulled off, so that it could dry and she could use it as a blanket*
Tindomiel: *gets up* Keep an eye on her? I'm going to bring Zaira back. *takes off*
Miriel: Wa--fuck >.<
Miriel: *sits down next to Karigan, puts a hand on her leg..not like that pervs!**does the healy thing a little bit*
Karigan's wound: *is hot and infected to touch!*
Miriel: *frowns**worries more**wonders if the knife was poisoned*
Tindomiel: *follows Zaira's trail!*
Zaira: *is still trying to crawl up the road*
Tindomiel: *finds her and picks her up**strips her of the slip, and then bodily carries her back to the fire!*
Zaira: *mutters the whole way*
Tindomiel: *puts her down! Looks her over, tsk tsks*
Woman's voice: Ho there!
Karigan: *starts to come around again*
Figures: *approach with torch!**Woman at front is blonde bombshell with eyepatch*
Zaira: *mutters about being looked over, then freezes and eyes the figures approaching warily* *trying to figure out if they're umbarean or what, though... well, blonde may be a good sign*
Minulziran: What've we here? Find a southern vessel with the crew all bleeding out their eyes, and spot a fire on the river!
Miriel: *covers self up a bit more* We were captives, and freed ourselves.
Ziran: *roams eyes over all four of them*
Ziran: *well, Eye.*
Zaira: ..... Are ye bein' friend, 'er foe? *eyes the woman*
Karigan: *twitches, but lost all her weapons diving off*
Ziran: We sail out of Dol Amroth, if that's what you are worrying over.
Zaira: ... yar, really?
Zaira: *struggles to her feet and comes forward, to look at them more closely* I'm bein' a Captain out o'that port...
Ziran: *smacks a man who leers**then leers a bit herself, before a lady-like mask settles into place* Think I've heard of you. Abandoned Hope?
Zaira: .... Describe th'flag she flies.
Karigan: *doesn't trust this, quietly took her shirt, and has begun to crawl away while all this is going on, just wants to get far enough away from the fire to disappear into the dark*
Ziran: *rolls her eyes* White swan on blue with a half- moon over the top.
Miriel: *sits on Karigan*
Man: We've blankets, miss?
Karigan: *what the fuck, woman, shoves Miriel off.*
Miriel: *so not letting herself budge* Settle down! You're acting like a petulant child.
Karigan: *hissed, in Miriel's face, too quietly for anyone else to hear* I am escaping so that when they turn out to be enemies someone can tell the king.
Zaira: *nods her head* ... Well I'M willin' t'trust 'em.
Ziran: *smiles softly* I understand that you are suspicious, I would be in your place. I'm Minulziran, first mate of the West Wind.
Zaira: *snorts* These're good sea folk. Quit whinin' ....... West Wind!?
Karigan: *could have been out of sight by now >.O*
Zaira: I feckin' OWN that ship.
Ziran: *grins*
Miriel: See? And you were worried. *pats Karigan's head*
Zaira: .... *eyes her* How'd she get repaired so fast, last I 'eard th'ship were a wreck ... unless gran'da's havin' a bit o'fun...
Miriel: *gets up and helps her up*
Ziran: She didn't. But I still count her as mine. *sighs* We were sailing up in another vessel to bring supplies to Pelargir.
West Wind: *was scuttled*
Karigan: *very nearly BITES Miriel* Do not touch me. *shakes Miriel's help off, and stands unsteadily, but will NOT be helped, damn it.*
Miriel: *gives her a stern look, of the sort that only Mother-in-laws, Queens, and stern 5-year olds can give*
Zaira: *face falls a bit* well, feck.
Tindomiel: Blankets would be lovely. Karigan here was injured and her wound is infected, and she likely has a concussion, and we've all chills.
Karigan: *gives Miriel a look she's given Aragorn quite a lot lately, a sort of hurt look as if to say "you never believe me"*
Zaira: And if ye've got some tea, that'd be great, but I'm not holdin' me hopes up.
Miriel: *face softens a bit*
Miriel: *whispers* I only mean to help.
Karigan: *hissed* I don't want your help. *even if she's in obvious pain by standing*
Ziran: *snorts* Tea and coffee both are getting more expensive, but we've got some warm stew.
Tindomiel: *is a healer, doesn't listen, helps Karigan*
Ziran: *leads them to the long boat* We'll get you to Pelargir, and then you can return where you belong. I've some things you can wear, as well.
Karigan: *pushes Tindomiel away* Stop it. *DOESN'T WANT TO BE TOUCHED OKAY? OKAY. DOESN'T WANT TO BE TOUCHED STOP TOUCHING ME*
Karigan: *DOES NOT CARE IT APPEARS IRRATIONAL*
Tindomiel: Why does everyone hate healers >.< *needs sedative!* *gets PISSY* If you want to use your leg again, you'd let me fucking help you!
Karigan: Been through worse! *a bit snarled* if someone could give me a damn HORSE things might be better!
Zaira: *eyes Karigan* It's alright, rider, we'll let ye walk all th'feckin' way back to their longboats on yer own. See ye in ... oh... a feckin' week?
Miriel: *holds up her hands and bellows!* EVERYONE SHUT UP AND CALM DOWN!
Ziran: *blink*
Zaira: *blink*
Tindomiel: *blink*
Karigan: *sullen blink, is used to Aragorn doing that to her*
Men: *blink*
Miriel; *elegantly* Thank you.
Miriel: *to the men* Blankets, please?
Men: *hand out blankets*
Tindomiel: *wraps one around herself*
Karigan: *WRAPS HERSELF UP IN A BLANKET ALL BY HERSELF*
Miriel: *does the same*
Zaira: *follows suit*
Ziran: *impressed!*
Crew: *ready the long boat!*
Miriel: *exhales* Karigan *gestures at the long boat, as if used to stubborn people who have to be forced to realize their limitations*
Zaira: *stubbornly stands there, waiting for everyone else to get on the boat before her*
Zaira: *even though she might be swaying a bit >.>*
Karigan: *...fine, gets in the stupid boat. >.>.*
Ziran: *puts a hand on Zaira's shoulder* Come, captain. Your grandfather is on board.
Miriel: *helps the healer into the boat, and gets comfy*
Zaira: *waits for Miriel and Tindomiel to get in before finally nodding her head and getting into the boat*
Ziran: *gets in*
Boat: *paddles*
Zaira: *is really starting to worry, here* *feels nauseus the moment the boat starts moving*
Boat: *reaches ship**everyone pulled on board, womens are led to a secluded area below deck, where they are given fresh clothing (dresses unfortunately XD)
Tindomiel: *is given tools, gets to work on Karigan's leg again, STAT*
Karigan: *bitchy, but less bitchy in clothes*
Zaira: *hates dresses, and scurries upstairs as fast as her legs will carry her so as not to be belowdecks* *decides to spend some personal time with the ship's railing*
Karigan: *tells Tindomiel* I have to get off this ship and back to Minas Tirith as soon as possible. It doesn't have to be PERFECT. Just bandage it enough that I can ride.
Azrahil: Oi girl, gettin' yself intar trouble again?
Tindomiel: *thrusts water into her hands* *hisses* Drink. *gets back to work.
Karigan: *gives Tindomiel a LOOK* I am the king's errand-rider, I have to get back to the city so fix the damn thing and tell them to let me off the boat in the first village I can get home from there.
Ziran: *snorts* We're about twenty minutes from Pelargir, that IS the next village.
Zaira: *groans, wipes at her mouth* Got feckin' kidnapped.... think there's more trouble stirrin' in Umbar than we realised.
Grandad: *shakes his head* Feck.
Zaira: *sinks to the deck and curls up* *tries to ... for the first time ever .... imagine she is NOT on a ship*
Grandad: *looks worried >.>*
Zaira: 'mfine... feck... jes'... sick right now, s'all.
Grandad: That's baby sick, girl.
Grandad: Come someplace warm, yer don' want t'be losin' that one.
Karigan: *bitches at Tindomiel to hurry up with the leg*
Karigan: slap a bandage on it and be DONE >.O *plans on bolting off this boat and onto a horse, SICK OR NO*
Tindomiel: *SNARLS* I can do this fast, and ruin your leg, or I can do this right! So I am going to do this RIGHT! It is not a normal wound!
Karigan: why WOULDN'T IT BE! *noooot a happy errand-rider today*
Zaira: *sighs* I ain' goin' belowdecks, damn it .... I were already locked up belowdecks an'I ain't goin' below an'ye can't feckin' make me...
Tindomiel: Or do you -want- your leg amputated next week?! It was that knife, it was glowing, and your wound is still unusually warm.
Grandad: *picks her up, puts her over his shoulder, and takes her down to the captain's cabin**which is apparently his, as he's apparently comandeered the third ship in the family fleet*
Karigan: I WANT to go HOME and tell the king I'VE BEEN KIDNAPPED, I WANT A PAY RAISE.
Zaira: *mutters some choice curses the whole way*
grandad: *plops her down, and stuffs warm food and some warmed water down her gullet*
Miriel: *rubs her forehead**likes Karigan but thinks the woman? needs to grow up*
Zaira: *manages to eat most of it now that her stomach is empty >.>*
Miriel: *hasn't let the whole thing sink in yet >.>*
Miriel: *will likely break down later once the fear finally eats at her*
Miriel: *but right now? remaining cool and collected**Yay masks!*
Crew: *serve everyone else the same things*
Tindomiel: *finally done cleaning wound, works on getting the right healing herbs to stick**Then starts to stitch*
Zaira: *and then immediately regrets eating and starts looking green again* *whimpers and hugs her knees to her chest* Feck, this child's already as feckin' seasick as 'erfather was.... ><
Grandad: *cackle*
Ziran: *offers Karigan Whiskey*
Ziran: Look like you're needing this.
Ziran: You're white as a sheet.
Karigan: *...grabs the bottle, drinks quite a bit*
Ziran: Not that I can blame you >.> That shit hurts.
Ziran: *tilts her head**smacks her face* Excuse me a moment. *walks off, can be heard bellowing* ALAROS! STOP BUGGERING TARGAN AND GET TO WORK!
Karigan: *almost spews whisky*
Miriel: *starts laughing*
Karigan: *manages to choke her mouthful down, glancing down at her leg*
Tindomiel: *has freakishly perfect stitching**wound itself still looks a little..unnatural, but about 10x better than it was earlier*
Tindomiel: *sighs* That should hold, but I think you should see Ioreth or an healer of equal or greater ability, as soon as you return to the city.
Zaira: *squints at her grandfather*
Karigan: *still in surly bitch mode, though the whisky is helping* ...it's not going on a sewing sampler, it doesn't have to be all... symmetrical. *but grateful, really.*
Zaira: Ye don' need t'be tellin' people 'bout this, neither.
Tindomiel: *finally wraps it up, actually doesn't expect the stitches to last more than a few days, but long enough to keep infection out so that Ioreth or aragorn can make sure there is nothing fell there <3*
Tindomiel: *flushes* It is how I was taught.
Grandad: *snorts* Can't 'ide it foever
Karigan: ...*sort of looking at Tindomiel as if she hadn't been seeing her before* Thank you. I know I am a raging pain.
Karigan: *doesn't even want to think about the other places she's bleeding and the possibility of glass under her skin*
Zaira: I can 'ide it for as long as I feckin' want to. *snaps, then groans, and runs out of the cabin* *HATES this so far and is about ready to lay numerous curses upon Ecthelden's cold dead body*
Tindomiel: *already checked those when she was unconscious <3, and is giving her a once over in th ebetter light now* I'm used to it, but I must say, you'd win awards for it.
cackling: *heard behind her as she rushes off*
Karigan: ...
buggering sailors: *hurryily pulling pants back on as Zaira rushes past >.>*
Zaira: *ignores the cackling, though does make rude gesture behind her* *isn't used to running in skirts, trips over them and stumbles to the deck* FECK ><
Ziran: *picks her up* You all right?
Zaira: *frowns* ... Help me t'the railin' right quick, girl.... er yer shirt's gonna be funny colors.
Ziran: *laughs and helps her to the railing*
Tindomiel: *finishes checking Karigan over, sits down properly and looks utterly exhausted
Zaira: *spends more precious moments with the railing! <3*
Karigan: *stands up, pats Tindomiel on the shoulder, goes up above deck to SEE IF THEY'RE IN PELARGIR YET*
Pelargir: *lamps can be seen, hii!*
Karigan: *Hiiiii lamps, come closer, we need to get personal*
Lamps: *Rwar!*
Zaira: *curls up again when she's finished* .... Feckin' ... need t'not be on a ship..... *sighs*
Ziran: Odd for a sea-captain. *rubs at her back, and kneels*
Zaira: Well.. I know it sounds odd, an'I"m thinkin' I'm feckin' cursed now...
Ziran: I don't believe in curses.
Zaira: Well it's time t'start believin', 'cause I'm feckin' seasick an I'm a feckin' Sea Captain.
Ziran: You're also pregnant, and that tends to happen.
Zaira: >< FECK.
Zaira: It's not as if I've got feckin' PREGNANT tattooed on me feckin' forehead so how did YOU feckin' figure it out!?
Ship: *in process of docking XD*
Karigan: *antsy >.O*
Ziran: I've sisters that were pregnant. You've all the symptoms, and you best come inside or the chill from the water will take your child from you.
Zaira: I don' want t'be inside.... fer one thing, inside's all closed up, an fer another thing, it's nowwhere feckin' near a railing.
Zaira: An that's th'most ridiculous thing I've e'er heard. I'm sure people what live up in th'snows have children all th
th'time.
Crew: *ties the ship down!*
Ziran: Aye, they do, but they don't go swimming about in icy water either
Karigan: *favoring her injured leg >.> looks a bit like an anxious horse*
Zaira: *frowns* *sighs* I don' want t'lose 'er...
Ziran: *squeezes her shoulder* Then come below and let me warm you.
cold breeze: *passes Karigan*
Whispering: Safe!
Karigan: *shudders, will need a coat. and money.*
Karigan: *turns to Ziran before she goes below deck* ...excuse me...
Zaira: But it's .... goin' below.... *starts shaking*
Ziran: Aye?
Karigan: *eyes Zaira worriedly* I'm sorry, I need to borrow money and a coat. I'm good for it, I'm the king's errand-rider, I can write you a promise of payment. I... need to rent a horse to ride back to the city.
Ziran: *nods her head* I'll hold you to it.
Karigan: ...thank you for helping us, you've done a greater service to Gondor than you know. *seriously.*
Ziran: *nods her head, smirks a bit* Thank Azrahil, too. If he hadn't been curious, he would've just sailed right on. But he's got a powerful hate for his kin.
Ziran: *trying not to slip into zaira!speak, but it's getting harder the more the other woman talks XD*
Crew: *brins Karigan a coat and some money!*
Zaira: *leans against the railing and watches the proceedings* *is trying to convince herself that she needs to curl up and get warm down in some dark, closed in place....*
Karigan: *takes the coat and the money, stops before she's about to go dashing off* Zaira.
Karigan: ...Zaira, I'm going back to Minas Tirith. Tonight. Can I bear a message back to someone for you?
Zaira: *runs a hand through her hair* .... Let th'Prince know... Prince Imrahil... what happened, that I'm safe ... th'baby's safe, an'I'll be back in th'city as fast as I can. *sighs* *might as well openly admit this baby shit*
Karigan: *gently touches Zaira's arm.* You'll be all right. You're with your own kind. *is like a fish out of water with sailors >.>.* I'll tell him.
Miriel: *writes out a message herself and folds it* Take this to Steward Boromir.
Zaira: *just nods her head*
Zaira: ... Feckin' ride safe. Want t'catch up with ye when I get back, aye?
Karigan: *takes it, reaches for the messenger back that isn't there, sticks it deep in a fold of the coat instead* *nods at Zaira* We'll catch up. That's a promise.
Tindomiel: *nods her head* And see Ioreth or the king with that leg, damn you!
Karigan: Yes, yes! *limping down towards the street* And I'll let her know you're alive!
Miriel: *laughs softly* I want to head to the city after some rest...*
Ziran: You're welcome to sleep on the ship. *smiles*
Zaira: Think I'll jes.... get a room er somethin'... *frowns* *would prefer the comfort of being on a ship, if it didn't make her ill ><*
Grandad: *swings down from the rigging, hits the ground, then hops to his feet* We gotta place 'ere remember? Can set yeh all up.
Zaira: *nods her head, walks up to her grandad and hugs him tightly*
Grandad: *pats her back*
Zaira: *starts.... crying, buries her face so no one else can see*
Grandad: *rocks her in his arms like when she was a little girl*
Ziran: *politely steps aside*
Zaira: *babbles in adunaic about being locked up in the darkness* *really, really hopes people aren't watching this*
Grandad: Shh, girl, shh, yeh safe now.