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12/20/2015 4:04:28 PM
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[b][i]He wraps the wound on his leg first, then with a bone needle starts closing the gash.[/i][/b]
"What happened to you?"
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[b]He grimaced and reluctantly says...[/b] " A monster, I couldn't tell if it was the one we were hunting or not. JT saved me. I'm gonna owe you two big."
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"You owe me jack shit. I may not be a medic, but it's our job to help people."
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"Yes I do, I owe you. Maybe I'll snatch something for you like something tied to your class and specialty."
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"If you want to owe me your buying me a drink back on the ship." He says laughing
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"I think I'd saved enough for a couple." [b]He cracks a smile, but it quickly goes away and he groans and grimaces in pain.[/b]
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[b][i]He works on the final wound, doing an ok stitching job.[/i][/b]
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[b]Embers holding it together, taking a deep breath.[/b] Thanks again. I'm gonna get some herbs and seasoning, find another carcass and salvage its parts for some weapons. Wanna come? Or do you need to hold down the fort.
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"I'll come assist you. I can deal with intruders later."
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[b]Ember begins to walk forward, having more confidence in his step.[/b]
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[b][i]Jakob brandishes his hatchet, looking for prey[/i][/b]
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[b]Ember finds half of a carcass, and with some left over vine he sharpens the ribs and makes it into a bow. He then proceeds to find bones until he has twenty arrows.[/b]
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"Nice. I've got a blowpipe and an axe."
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"Damn. All I got is some skill with a sharpshooter." [b]He aims his bow at a bird, and releases the bone, letting it puncture where the birds heart is.[/b]
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"Sometimes that's all you need."
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Yup. [spoiler]Should we fast forward to where we're back at your camp?[/spoiler]
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[spoiler]yeah.[/spoiler] [b][i]After several hours of hunting and joking, the two return to the camp[/i][/b]
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[b]He has vine slung over his shoulder and two arm guards attached to his wrists as tough as rawhide. He weaved a sling to keep his arrows on the strap, and herbs and berries in a pouch, most of his weapons are being held in his waist band or in the bag. [/b] "Damn, this place has a pretty good stock."
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Ghost runs up from behind "I can help I'm a medic."
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[b][i]He almost shoots a blowpipe dart into your neck.[/i][/b] "Holy shit don't scare people like that."
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"Sorry,too stealthy helps me get places you know..." Takes a look at the wound
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"Not my wounds." He says, and lays down his friend
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"How did this happen?"
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"I don't know."
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Grabs a needle "let's see what I can do, this is for pain and any bacteria in the wound"
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[b]Takes a deep breath, preparing himself.[/b] "Go ahead."
