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Post by Ӊ ӑ z ҿ on Apr 20, 2010 14:54:52 GMT -5
As Thorgrim sat upon the rock, looking into the distant horizon, his glance shifted to the side, and he caught sight of Setcher, who still appeared to be asleep. Thorgrim smiled. Words could not express how grateful he was to have a friend such as that dragon. It was weird to think that, in Thorgrim's opinion, in many ways, this dragon was better, in a moral sense, than most humans he had ever met. It also surprised Thorgrim just how close he and Setcher had grown within a matter of days. In many ways, their relationship rivaled that of even Toothless's and Hiccup's. They had been through a lot together, and that had served to strengthen their bond.
The young boy then noticed Setcher was beginning to awaken, and was looking around. Thorgrim smiled and spoke.
"Hope you had a good rest, Setcher." After saying that, he turned his gaze back to the village in the distance. He knew that, if he were to properly heal his and Setcher's wounds, that would be the one place to find someone who was able to do it. But they were faced with one gargantuan problem; how to get there. Setcher was unable to fly, and trying to descend the rocks while water still made them slippery would be pure suicide. Perhaps they could try and find another footpath around that would lead them down into the forest, but Thorgrim doubted there was one."We have to get back to the village - they have what we need to see to our wounds. But I can't think of a way to get there, Setcher. Do you think we should wait until the rocks are dry, and then go? Or should we risk it now?" It was a weighty decision, but Thorgrim was running out of ideas. They would be able to wait, but they were both at risk of wound infection or disease, but if they went now they were at even greater risk. In his opinion, waiting would be the less controversial and better option, but he decided to let Setcher choose.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/color]
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Post by steampunkepsilon on Apr 20, 2010 15:14:40 GMT -5
SETCHER
Fight fire with fire...
Setcher paused, glancing at the boy as he greeted the dragon and then through the entrance of the cavern at the rain still falling lightly outside. He expected the cliffisde was still slick as ice... It was foolish to think of climbing out of the cave , and suicide to even consider flying. He wasn’t intent on trying that again for a while, his entire shoulder and back throbbing on the left side. He inhaled and then sighed heavily, looking at the human with a defeated look. He was tired and at his lowest for the time being, and were anything to happen, he feared he would not be able to defend himself and the human.
He admitted it to himself without shame, he was worried, and as much as he would have liked to get Thorgrim back to his village so he could get his shoulder looked at, trying to leave immediately would be dangerous. Even if the two of them were strong enough to get out of the cave itself without killing themselves, the blood could attract the wolves a second time, or worse -- another dragon -- when they got to the ground. Setcher shivered slightly at the thought of trying to fight another, healthier dragon in this condition, pulling his wings up. He furrowed his brow and looked back at the boy. It would be better to wait. He shook his head slowly, closing his eyes again. he paused, then opened them and sluggishly reached out with an extended claw and scratched out the word 'Wait' in ragged script on the ground.
...Fight water with electricity (( muhahahah forced post. ^-^ ))
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Post by Ӊ ӑ z ҿ on Apr 21, 2010 11:09:40 GMT -5
Thorgrim watched as Setcher gave him a defeated stare, and a pang of helplessness flared up within him. To be honest, they were in an extremely unexpected and ominous situation; injured, and with almost nowhere to go. But Thorgrim decided that the best they could do right now was wait and rest before trying to do anything. That is, if Setcher didn't want to leave now. If that was the case, Thorgrim would have gone through with it, no matter what thoughts he had. He had come to trust Setcher completely - another thing that surprised him.
He turned his head to face Setcher as he heard a scratching noise, and instantly recognized the message Setcher had scratched on the cave ground. He nodded.
[/size] "I agree. I guess we'll just have to wait until this rain gives up." He got up, stretching and looking outside the cave. The ashen-gray clouds high up in the sky, fracturing the rays of sunlight struggling to get through, were slowly beginning to subside. It wouldn't be too long now. But that wasn't Thorgrim's only concern; what of the wolves? They wouldn't be able to stand another attack. But it was a risk they'd have to take, and try and cover their tracks as they went along.
Thorgrim walked up to Setcher and sat down next to him, gently rubbing him on his snout, deep in thought. How would the others react to a wild dragon in the village? Dragons were a common sight in Burk, but Setcher was different from all the rest. His eyebrows furrowed. If they dared try anything against Setcher, Thorgrim, with wounded shoulder or not, wouldn't let them. He looked back at Setcher, smiling."Setcher, listen - when we get to the village, you may not get the warmest of welcomes, but, don't worry, I won't let them do anything to you." [/blockquote][/blockquote][/color]
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Post by steampunkepsilon on Apr 21, 2010 23:14:04 GMT -5
SETCHER
Fight fire with fire...
Setcher's ears flicked back as Thorgrim's hand rested on his snout, but after a moment he relaxed and breathed out heavily through his nostrils. He and the boy ahd known each other for only two or three days, but but Setcher would at least give him enough trust to let him come into contact with the dragon.
" Setcher, listen - when we get to the village, you may not get the warmest of welcomes, but, don't worry, I won't let them do anything to you. "
The mention of the human village all of a sudden made Setcher shudder involuntarily, tensing up slightly and turning his head away. he would do anything he could to try and help Thorgrim get home so he could be treated, but on the other hand, he himself had no intention whatsoever to set foot near that place. Even if he could be convinced of that, he wasn't planning on letting the humans see him, let alone try and heal him. he had just barely begun to trust Thorgrim, and allowed him to get as close as he was now... There was no proficient chance of Setcher cooperating should the boy take it upon himself to try and convince him. His promise was reassuring, but not quite thouroughly enough.
Sighing a second time, the dragon pulled his forelegs up beneath him and curled his head to the side, next to Thorgrim as he was sitting. He could still smell the human's blood, though as painful as it still looked, his shoulder wound seem to have stopped bleeding along with Setcher's neck and wing. At least that was going well enough, for the time being. A sudden loud crash of thunder echoed outside the cavern, followed after a second's pause by a brilliant white flash that lit up the world for a moment and then died.
...Fight water with electricity
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Post by Ӊ ӑ z ҿ on Apr 23, 2010 15:09:24 GMT -5
Thorgrim noticed Setcher shudder at the mention of the village, and the young boy looked away. He could understand almost perfectly why he would not want to go there, aside from his own reasons. But one thing that escaped Thorgrim's logic is the fact that he still persisted on not going even though he was badly injured. While wounds do heal naturally, healing would prevent any chance of a fatal infection as well as speed up the recovery process. Thorgrim sighed. This was one stubborn dragon he was dealing with, but he could understand why. Thorgrim smiled - Setcher acted a lot like him.
Another clash of lightning started Thorgrim slightly, but he settled down again. Unlike previous claps of thunder, this one seemed more distant - a sure sign that the rain would be over soon. Thorgrim laid back his head against the wall of the cave and closed his eyes, but not so that he would fall asleep. Now, the two of them just had to wait until the rain passed, and the sun provided them with the safety they needed to head to the village.
Thorgrim glanced back at Setcher, and noticed his wounds. Sighing another time, the young Viking spoke.
"Setcher, I know you don't want to go there, but those wounds you have need to be healed, and I don't have the medical knowledge." [/blockquote][/blockquote][/color]
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Post by steampunkepsilon on Apr 23, 2010 16:59:49 GMT -5
Setcher looked back at the boy uneasily and furrowed his brow, lifting his head and sitting now at eye level with the exceedingly persistent human beside him. He stayed like that, studying the boy, his own shoulder wound, his expression... Setcher sighed, shaking his head slightly and, with an obvious groan of effort, shifted onto his feet once again. Digging his claws into the rocky ground benath him and forcing his legs to cooperate, he arched his back slightly and finally managed to stand. It was a wavering, dazed-looking stand, but he was up, at least. He gave the boy a resistant, stubborn glance, turning away and stiffly creeping out towards the edge of the cavern. He inhaled, looking around, watching the rain fall, the wind beat against the trees, and far off, way off in the distance, a barely-noticeable plume of smoke drifting up from the hillside that was the very outskirts of Berk. He lowered his head slightly, ears flickering back and spines shifting, then relaxing again.
He stayed there for a moment, then turned and looked back towards Thorgrim. His shoulder was still wounded, and as much as he hated to admit, the human was right. Setcher was a dragon, but he was not immortal or anything near it. Should his wounds get worse, or become infected, he would be down a wing and a good amount of energy for a long time. The sooner they returned to the village, the sooner Thorgrim would be healed, and possibly Setcher as well. It wasn't his most pleasant thought, but as of yet, it was the only thing they could do. The storm had boiled down to a sort of static calm, rain still falling and thunder still rumbling, but distantly. Of course, it wasn't over, but it wasn't going to get any easier from this point on. Either they went now, or they'd have to wait longer than they wanted.
Setcher walked back towards Thorgrim, reaching out and taking the fabric of his sleeve in his teeth and tugged him up. They would leave now, or they wouldn't leave at all.
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Post by Ӊ ӑ z ҿ on Apr 27, 2010 13:20:46 GMT -5
As Setcher bent down, furrowing his brow, to gaze right into Thorgrim's eyes, the young Viking boy became slightly uneasy. While he had known Setcher for some time now (that is, if you can count a few days as that), he had still not quite gotten used to the young dragon's antics. Some of them were quite peculiar, such as this one, but Thorgrim couldn't help feeling slightly amused. However, that smile was replaced by a frown as the dragon shook his head - as if in annoyance - and attempted to get up. Seeing Setcher struggling, Thorgrim immediately stood up and tried to help, gently holding Setcher side and helping him up. His shoulder wound ached, and he felt a sharp pang of pain jut through his body, but he ignored it; there was nothing he could do about it right now.
Glancing outside, Thorgrim noticed the rain was beginning to settle down now, and that, with the risk of the rain returning at a later stage, now would be their best chance to return to the village. He looked at Setcher, his face uncertain. He knew how the dragon disliked the idea of going to the village, but the duo had little other choice - it was either that, or sit around here. The fore sounded far more logical, and, to be honest, Thorgrim was growing worried about Setcher's welfare.
He then noticed a tug on his sleeve, and he looked at Setcher, a surprised expression evident on his face. It surprised him how the dragon had agreed to go to the village, but Thorgrim couldn't help wondering if Setcher would simply go there and abandon him. He knew that Setcher also had wounds that needed seeing to, and so he hoped the dragon would co-operate.
[/size] "Okay, let's go. But we have to be careful - those rocks may be slippery, and I don't want you getting hurt again." He could've hit himself then - he sounded like his own mother...or at least, what she had sounded like. She was dead now. Thorgrim shook himself out of his sorrowful thoughts - his focus needed to be on the present. Their lives were depending on their actions right now."Anyways...got a plan?" [/blockquote][/blockquote][/color]
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Post by steampunkepsilon on Apr 27, 2010 15:10:57 GMT -5
Setcher released the human's sleeve and stared right at him, not entirely sure of how he was going to manage this. He peered outside once again, down towards the potentially life-ending cliffside and the stony ground below, then back at Thorgrim. A plan? Dragons didn't plan. They acted. They thought three seconds into the future and then did what they were intent on doing, ninety percent of the time. Planning wasn't necessarily built into their mental process. Get on and hold on, that was as far as he could manage for this particular moment.
He snorted and nudged the boy's unwounded arm firmly, jerking his head back towards his shoulders stiffly. As long as they could beat the imminent rainstorm, they had a vestige of a chance at getting to this village of Thorgrim's before they were drowned out again. He lowered his shoulders slightly, nudging the boy again and shifting his wings with a pained look on his face. Still sore, but they would function if he gritted his teeth and bore it. His claws itched at the ground, tail snaking along the ground anxiously and watching the sky. A silent quiet rumbled followed by a flash echoed by, farther than before. Good. it was moving away -- for now. He wanted to get Thorgrim to safety as quickly as possible, which would also happen to constitute himself finding somewhere to sleep out the storm and regain some of his lost energy.
( my post looks so short and fail-y compared to yours )
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Post by Ӊ ӑ z ҿ on Apr 27, 2010 15:28:36 GMT -5
((OoC:: Not at all! It's an awesome post ^^))
Thorgrim felt Setcher nudge his arm and jerk his head in the direction of his shoulders. It didn't take a long period of guessing to know what he wanted to do, and Thorgrim gulped. As far as Thorgrim could tell, despite the incredible intellect that this dragon seemed to bear, the process of planning out a set of actions was not what he intended to do. It seemed they would just have to go straight in and pray that their sudden actions didn't get them killed. It was a risk, but a risk that Thorgrim figured was definitely worth taking. The sooner they left, the better, but he still couldn't shake the nervousness. But he was clever enough to know that, by placing his trust in Setcher, he was doing the right thing.
Nodding in acknowledgement, Thorgrim carefully and slowly climbed onto his neck, careful not to get poked by the needle-like spines that covered his back.
[/color] "These spikes won't hurt me, right?" It was a stupid question to ask, but he couldn't resist asking it. If he fell back onto those spines, and if they happened to pierce him in all the wrong place, he could be killed. But something deep within him told him that he would have to trust this dragon with his life, and that same part assured him that doing this was the safest and most logical thing to do. And Thorgrim himself agreed, albeit quite nervously and uneasily. Nodding his head, he looked up ahead."It's now or never, Setcher, let's hope this works." After what they had been through, this wasn't the worst part of the whole ride, but Thorgrim knew that their lives were still threatened by what they were about to go through, but the young Viking knew that, right now, it wasn't in his hands to control. For now, he would have to rely on Setcher. Thorgrim couldn't help noticing how badly Setcher was injured, and he grew worried - not for his own welfare, but for that of Setcher's. Would the dragon make it? He figured only time would tell.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/color]
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Post by steampunkepsilon on Apr 27, 2010 22:13:35 GMT -5
Setcher glanced back at the human with an unsure expression. Granted, the spines weren't necessarily the most dangerous part of him flying off into oblivion, but they were rather deadly especially considering his precarious seating arrangement. The dragon shrugged weakly. Probably not.
Now that he actually took the time to consider what he was about to do, it made him pause and stare down the slick cliffside with hesitation. All of what could happen was going through his mind -- they could drop like a stone should his wings fail, the wolves could hunt them down again, another dragon could sense them and turn hostile... Setcher furrowed his brow and tensed, coiling back and ticking his claws against the stony ground. They'd just have to see about that. Shifting his wings, he stepped back a few paces, then suddenly lunged forward and launched himself -- and Thorgrim -- off of the edge of the forty-foot drop.
The first few seconds were terrifying, as the dragon rapidly dropped at an arch before suddenly snapping out the huge membraned limbs and catching the air with a low, excrutiating thud of air. His shoulder screamed in pain and threatened to give, but he let out a disapproving growl of effort and pressed on. Minutes passed, and the rythm fell into place -- Up, down, up, down, steady movements as his wings worked against his self-preservation. He glanced back at Thorgrim, jaw tense, but gave him a slightly reassuring look and then faced forward once again.
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Post by Ӊ ӑ z ҿ on Apr 28, 2010 15:19:03 GMT -5
As Thorgrim caught sight of Setcher's unsure expression, his facial expressions twisted into one of disbelief and nervousness. The dragon didn't know? But they were his own spines! But that didn't matter right now, Thorgrim guessed. If he did get hurt, he'd deal with it later - that is, if it isn't life threatening - and he wanted to help Setcher get to the village and heal. Once there, things would turn out far better. But the trouble was getting there.
Those few seconds of dead stillness felt like an eternity for Thorgrim, who simply sat there, staring blankly out the cave and into the horizon, as if focusing on the village one or two miles away. There were many things that were running through his head, such as where the wolf pack was, if they would survive the descension down the cliff, and how Setcher would react upon being in the village. He could not find accurate answers or predictions for any of these notions, and he guessed only time would tell. He closed his eyes, letting out a small sigh to vent out some of the fear, and then opened them again, ready for what was to come. But it came so fast.
The next thing Thorgrim knew he was in the air - he was flying. But he was flying downwards. He was plummeting down to the rock-hard earth far below that was coming right at him, ready to bludgeon him. Thorgrim shut his eyes, his hands tightening around Setcher's neck, praying they wouldn't both fall to their death now. But that death never came, and, the next thing he knew, they were flying again, towards the village. Thorgrim opened his eyes, looking around.
It was then he noticed the pain Setcher must have been in, and, almost immediately, he grew worried about the dragon. At this rate, they wouldn't make it, and he had seen the wounds the dragon had. After a few seconds of contemplation, he spoke.
"Setcher, please, you're going to hurt yourself! Fly down and land - we're almost there. We can walk the rest of the way!"
This wasn't said out of fear, but more of concern for the dragon, and Thorgrim knew that, at any moment, Setcher's wings could give out from underneath them.
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Post by steampunkepsilon on Apr 28, 2010 18:43:51 GMT -5
Sharply snapping his wings down again and lifting himself up, Setcher sucked in a breath -- this was not going well at all. He gritted his teeth and pushed on, glancing back as Thorgrim insisted on landing and briefly considering it. Mentally sighing with defeat, he arched his tail and dropped a few feet closer to the treeline.
Suddenly, a low, eerie howl echoed up from below, and Setcher's eyes snapped downward. There was a shift of movement in the trees, and he dropped lower still tail brushing the branches and looking down. When he realized what was following below him, he let out a snarl of surprise -- and fear, he admitted -- and slammed his wings to the air, shooting upwards again.
Unbelieveable -- the wolves had seen them, had tracked them down and actually given chase to the dragon and the human on his back. Landing was now out of the question. Once they hit the ground, the wolves wouldn't give up until they got what they wanted. The thought of what that was didn't please the dragons.
But suddenly, he realized that they would be in plain sight once they hit the village. The wolves would easily be able to attack them then -- and as sickening as the thought was, anyone else in Setcher's village who didn't expect their arrival. He didn't particularly like most humans, but Setcher didn't want to be the cause of someone's death. He clenched his jaw, pushing his wings down again and then up, and then slamming them down and back, gaining speed and arching sharply to the right, almost vertical. He peeled away from the direction of the village, shooting towards the mountains and cliffsides. If he could curve around them, the wolves would never be able to follow them. Not that far.
Although, the real question stood: Would Setcher actually be able to make it that far himself? The pain was growing, a heavy throbbing that burned his muscles and made him ache. He could force his stamina, but only for so long.
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Post by Ӊ ӑ z ҿ on Apr 30, 2010 15:36:52 GMT -5
As the duo swooped lower, Thorgrim felt slightly relieved at the fact that Setcher would land. Walking to the village would put far less strain on the dragon's body, but, at the same, it would make them far more vulnerable to attacks from things such as the wolves. They were in an extremely volatile predicament, and Thorgrim wasn't entirely sure what to do. All they had to go on was their common sense and their logic, but would that be enough? Thorgrim sighed, closing his eyes. Despite being a hardy Viking, there were times where Thorgrim feared for his life, and for that of another, especially Setcher's. How would he handle it if something very bad would happen? He shuddered at the thought, and tried pushing it to the back of his mind.
Suddenly, a howl greeted them from amidst the trees, and Thorgrim looked down, but he didn't need to see what exactly had made the noise to know what it was. With a grunt of frustation, he cursed. Had the wolves been tracking them all along? That was impossible! But he didn't know just how refined these hunters' senses were, but, judging from how quickly they had spotted them again, they had to be formidable hunters. But Thorgrim and Setcher could not risk another battle, and so this could only mean one thing...
[/color] "C'mon, Setcher, we're almost there! We can make it!" Setcher flew higher again, but the strain was evident on his face. Thorgrim could do nothing but sit along for the ride. But he was shocked when Setcher changed course, heading in a direction away from the village. What was he doing?!"Setcher?!" It was then he noticed Setcher's plan, but he grimly acknowledged the odds of it really succeeding. Would they not have stood a greater chance by heading straight to the village? They were taking the long way around! But Thorgrim said nothing, instead allowing Setcher to choose. Whatever the dragon was doing, he dearly hoped it would work. If it failed, they were dead.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/color]
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Post by steampunkepsilon on Apr 30, 2010 17:09:52 GMT -5
Setcher could hear the wolves crashing through the bush beneath them, darting through trees with snarls and thudding pawbeats -- nevertheless, slowing their pace. They were fast, but he was faster. Usually. Pumping his wings fiercely and letting out a slight snarl, he suddenly arched his tail a fraction of an inch and turned sharply, flying at a tilt for a few moments and whipping around the corner of a stony crag of rock. The pain was growing unbearable, the wind not helping the situation at all as if buffeted against them. Thankfully, the rain seemed to be hesitating, though how long that would last compared to the dragon's energy was impossible to speculate.
Wolves still howling angrily, but beginning to trail back farther an farther with every wing beat, Setcher pressed on, flying through a slightly narrow passage between two spires of mountain cliffside and coming out into still, silent air. The wind almost disappeared, and for a long, almost peaceful moment, they shot out into the hazy space silently, Setcher's wings hovering on the barely noticeable uprising of wind. The dramatic moment hadn't lasted long. He was starting to pass a few small clusters of houses and fencelines now, looking down in the moment of rest at the heavy swathes of dark green and brown and glitterings of dark water. He flapped once, growling involuntarily. He could hear the wolves echo on his left side, but they would doubtedly be able to track the dragon and the boy again. His wings ached, spine crackling with soreness and ears flattened against his skull. He looked back with an expression of pained, exhausted victory at Thorgrim, then looked forward again and dipped to the side. He was relieved to see the boy was still on his back, and not falling to his doom below them. He relaxed his ears slightly. Something had gone right.
The thick copse of trees he was eyeing wasn't the best landing territory, but it was all he could see at the moment. Scales shifting slightly for a split second, light subtly flickering towards shades of dank grey along with the dark blue-black color he usually wore, he drew his wings in a few inches and flew towards what little opening he could see. For once, his landing was relatively stable -- he swooped in, snapped out both wings with an obvious wince, and then drew them upwards so he could drop onto the soil of the small, scraggly clearing without much hurt. He was panting roughly, shoulder and spine tingling with a low, throbbing soreness. He stood there, waiting for Thorgrim to climb off, too afraid he wouldn't be able to stand again to let himself collapse.
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Post by Ӊ ӑ z ҿ on May 3, 2010 14:59:37 GMT -5
As they began to rise higher, Thorgrim took a look back down at the pack of wolves who were in hot pursuit of Setcher and him. They seemed to be giving up, obviously acknowledging defeat to their prey. They had won the battle, but they still faced the dangers ahead, and would they reach the village in time? Would they even reach the village? The young Viking boy did not know; it was all up to Setcher, as Thorgrim himself could do very little to help in this situation. All he could do was offer encouragement to this pained dragon who had, in effect, saved both of their lives.
[/color] "You did it, Setcher! The wolves have given up the chase!" He smiled as the wolves, far in the distance, stopped, and, upon further inspection, turned around and retreated back to their dens far in the forest. Setcher and Thorgrim had successfully evaded them. Now to get to the village. As Setcher slowly began to descend, Thorgrim visibly noticed they were not at the village yet. But there was something else he noticed, as well; Setcher was in pain. Thorgrim felt slight guilt and worry, but he couldn't do anything right now.
As they landed, Thorgrim jumped off, having to hold on to a nearby branch to balance himself. He felt dizzy and sick, but the adrenaline pumping through his veins minimized those symptoms. He turned his attention back to Setcher, giving a weak smile. The wolves would trouble them no longer, but Setcher was injured, and they had to get to the village as soon as possible. But, in this state, would they be able to? Thorgrim walked up to Setcher, placing his hands on his flank, and looking him in the eyes."Setcher, are you alright? We need to get to the village. Can you walk?" [/blockquote][/blockquote][/color]
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