forum Dystopian Fantasy RP aw yeah (Private)

Started May 02, 2018 by @Young-Dusty-the-Monarch-of-Dusteria group

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The woman muttered to herself, but accepted the potion. "Fiiine. Do yer worst."

"I always try." Tanrial replied, letting her magic start to slowly reform and push bones back into place.

Shiv watched carefully, seeming both repulsed and fascinated by the sight of the hand being reverse-crushed. The injured woman stared as well, her eyes wide. Slowly, her fingers started to look more like actual fingers again.
"Woah," the woman said. "Ango was right. I think you might be the best medic ever."

"I might not be the best medic when my magic depletes…" She mumbled. She gently started to help guide the fingers into the right position, having to crack a couple fingers to get them into place.

The woman waited until she was finished, then flexed her fingers and gave a gap-toothed grin. "It works great. Thanks. Anything else you gotta do, or is it all fixed up?"

Tanrial shook her head, "Try not to do anything taxing for a little while, it'll be sore for a bit and weaker then usual but other then that you're good to go."

"'Kay." The woman stood up and backed out of the tent, looking much more clear-headed.
"Hey," Shiv called after her. "How many more hurt people are waiting out there?"
The woman glanced over. "Like five. I think two of them collapsed and can't move, so you might wanna go out to them or somethin'."

Tanrial let out an audible sigh, rubbing at her face with both hands, "Well, I'll be sleeping deep tonight." She stood and motioned for Shiv to follow as she walked out of the small hut.

The woman had been right. Of the five injured bandits remaining, two seemed to have collapsed into varying levels of unconsciousness and one of those two was lying in a pool of his own blood. Out of the other three, one was sitting completely deadpan with a severed hand, one seemed fine except for a broken nose, and one was curled up against a tree with his face hidden–the extent of his wounds was unclear, but he was certainly whimpering enough for all of them.
Shiv surveyed the group, looking a bit overwhelmed. "Uhh….who do we start with? The worst one? Which one's th' worst?"

Tanrial chewed on her bottom lip, “The one who looks like he’d lost the most blood,” She finally decided, “Once he’s not losing so much blood we can move on and come back.”

"Okay." Shiv trotted over to the man and crouched down to take a look. "He got stabbed real bad in his gut. I can see ribs here. Eww….. the blood's, like, coming out in spurts."

Tanrial crouched down next to the man and grimaced a little, “Alright, I’m just gonna go straight in with magic.”

Shiv straightened and glanced around uncertainly. "Kay….um, what should I do while you're doin' that? I don't think I could help anybody else while I wait….." She spotted the man with the broken nose and brightened. "…except maybe that guy."

Tanrial looked over and chuckled lightly at how she brightened, "Sounds good. Just make sure his nose is straight when you're done."

Shiv nodded and walked over to the man, wash rag and bandages at the ready. "Lemme know if you need help with anythin'."

"Will do." Tanrial called over her shoulder before turning back to the man in front of her, "Right, now don't freak out otherwise you'll hurt yourself more." She said before immediately going in with her magic.

Luckily, the man barely seemed to hear her and didn't even twitch when the magic touched him. The gash was very deep and bleeding fast, but luckily all that blood seemed to have washed the wound clean. The man had a few other cuts and bruises, but no more serious injuries.

Tanrial knew the smaller wounds were no big deal and didn't worry about them, just focused on not letting this mans insides fall out. The healing process took longer then the others due to the size of the wound but it was fixed up soon enough.

Almost immediately, Shiv called out to her. "Tanrial! Can you c'mere for a minute? This stupid jerk won't let me fix his nose!"
The man peeked around her. "I don't want to get service from some low-ranking nobody," he whined. "I want the magic lady to heal me!"

Tanrial groaned in annoyance and turned her head towards the two of them, "Either let Shiv help you or I'll make your nose like the for the rest of your life. She's only going to do what I would."

Shiv whirled on the man triumphantly. "See? I told ya, your dumb nose doesn't need any magic! And I'm not a nobody anymore! I'm the medics assistant, and Boar-back said it was okay!"
The man grumbled. "Whatever."
Shiv huffed. "Keep takin' care of the others, Tanrial, I've got this guy."

Tanrial nodded a little, "Will do!" She turned her head back to the guy she had just finished with, "Don't do too much physical activity for a while, you'll strain and hurt yourself again."

(oh hey just to let ya know, my laptop's kinda dying slowly right now so if I randomly disappear for a couple days, don't worry, I just need to buy a new one TvT)
He nodded, staring with dazed wonder at his healed torso. "Aright….." Suddenly he gave a start. "Axer! Where is he? I saw him get hurt bad–" He glanced around wildly until his eyes rested on the other unconscious bandit. "There! They hit him in the head really hard–you gotta save him! Please, he's my friend!"

(All good, I'm on holidays again so I should be more active from now on!)
"Alright, I need you to calm down for me, he'll be okay, I promise." Tanrial reassured before she stood and headed over to the bandit he was talking about.

(That's great! I've been missing you, fam ^^)
"Let me show you where he's hurt," the man said immediately, following Tanrial over to his friend. The man–Axer–seemed uninjured from this angle, but then the first bandit carefully rolled over and the huge wound in the side of his head was revealed. It looked like someone had thrown a house at his head, and through the sluggishly dripping blood it was clear that his skull was cracked in multiple places. Miraculously, he was still breathing, but very faintly, and it seemed likely that he'd fallen into a coma.
His companion crouched a few feet away, clutching the hem of his shirt. "Can you fix him?" he asked with a slight wobble to his voice.

(Me: says I’ll be in more often, also me: disappears for like two days. I miss you too!)
Tanrial scanned the injury, worried she might not have enough magic after she’d finished with him to help anyone else. But she guessed that was going to happen eventually, “Yeah… yeah I can.”

(no worries! I'm always glad to hear from you XD How are you these days?)
Shiv had finished with the other bandit's broken nose by then, and now she joined the group with a furrowed brow. "Anythin' I can do to help?"

(Meh, stressed but mainly okay. Yourself?)
Tanrial looked from the bandit in front of her to Shiv then back to the bandit, "Are there any other bandits that won't need magic to heal them, Shiv?"

(I'm all right, kinda going through some art block which makes me feel really bored and demotivated, but otherwise everything's good)
"Um…." Shiv glanced around quickly. "That guy over there has….uhh….no hand….but I think I could clean it and put bandages on it….I'm not sure what's wrong with the other guy but I can check."

(Oof, that sucks. I've started drawing at least once a day and it's helped me start drawing again, they're not great but still)
Tanrial nodded, already starting to magic the bandit in front of her, "That would be amazing, and a real help. I don't know if I'll have enough magic left to use it on the others… and I can't regrow hands…"