Megathread - (Event) War Relief | Page 4

With the large rock now off the man and with his health bar falling at a far slower rate Orion actually stood a chance to save this man’s life now. Well if the woman got here in time. For the meantime, he was going to do what he could. He recited a quick spelling while moving his hands in what seemed very haphazardly albeit smooth motions. But as the motions came together his hands began to faintly glow with a myriad of different colored lights. The same kaleidoscope of colors surrounding his hands began to surround the body of the young man whose body was nearly crushed to death. Once the spell was completed Orion focused on his health bar. It was still trickling down but at a slower rate. He had hoped that his healing over time spell would null out the depreciation of his health bar, but it hadn’t.

He would have to rely on healing spells now while the healing over time spell worked in conjunction. This time, in the same incomprehensible language, but shorter phrase; and with quicker and jerkier hand movements a stream of multicolored lights blasted from one of his hands. As it did, Orion once again focused on the man’s health bar. And for a moment that the spell was doing its work the man’s health bar had stopped. Orion smiled for only a moment because as soon as the magic wore off it began to fall once again. He had to have less than a tenth of his life, and from what he understood in the game when an NPC died they just didn’t reincarnate like the player could. They were gone. If he had any family, or shops, or relations of any kind they would be severed when his life gauge fell to zero. Orion wouldn’t let that happen.

Quickly Orion began to cast another healing spell. Then another. Followed by another healing over time spell. And he did as much as he could until he only had enough energy to cast one more spell before he’d fall unconscious himself. The man whose life faded away before him looked up to Orion and just faintly smiled, with a blood around his mouth. “It’s okay. You tried. Thank you” The man then closed his eyes as if accepting the fate that was laid out before him. “NO! I refuse. I won’t let it happen” Orion screamed into the air. He buckled down and started casting another healing spell. And it did just as before. It temporarily stopped the health bar from dropping, but now it was less than 3% and no one was here yet. And Orion was out of energy. But he pushed himself anyway. He was midway through the spell that would knock him out, but around the corner, the girl and a group of medics came running to the man’s side. And they were able to stabilize with their kits, just in time. Orion fell to a knee and smiled at the man.

 

“Lady Knight?”

Savannah slowly stood from her squatted position near her three different piles. While the weapons and armor of the canids greatly intrigued her, there would be no way she could put it back together in some sort of working fashion. They were just too foreign to her. The second pile – even though they were bloodstained, chipped, or worn – were weapons that were used by the Astorean soldiers, and therefore much more familiar to her. And the last, well, she tried not to look too long at that pile.

Looking over her shoulder to the person who called her name, she was momentarily stunned by the beauty of this woman. Surely this wasn’t an NPC, but an actual player. Her red hair was like a halo of flames around her head and her cerulean eyes stood out in sharp contrast to milk chocolate skin. Savannah swallowed, feeling nervous even looking at her, and much too intimidated to initiate conversation. The woman, however, walked forward, within arm’s distance of Vannah, and peeked around her. She wore robes of purple and gold and carried a gnarled staff with her. Perhaps she was something like a druid?

“What, pray tell, are you doing?”

Separating the weapons from the…body parts, ma’am, Savannah replied, barely able to keep her cheeks from blushing or her tone from wavering.

“Yes, I can see that, but why? Wouldn’t your help be better situated elsewhere?”

To this, Savannah shrugged and cracked her knuckles. Someone must do it. Besides, the weapons that our troops used in the war can still be used. They shouldn’t be thrown away just because they have a hand or an arm still attached to them.

“Hmm,” came the priestess’s response. Savannah immediately arched an eyebrow and gave her a sideways glance.

You don’t agree?

“Quite the opposite, Lady Knight,” she murmured, a warm hand placed on Savannah’s shoulder. “I think it noble work the work you have done here. I merely came to check on you to make sure you were okay. I will bring you food and drink in the interim if that is pleasing to you?”

Uh, yeah, s-sure. Savannah didn’t really know what to say, so agreeing seemed like the best option. Stupidly, she nodded her head as the woman turned and walked away, perhaps to do exactly what she had said. Meanwhile, Savannah turned her attention to the Astorean weapons and began to gather them up for work. ​

 

The tent was alive with movement and sound. The wounded shifted on their hastily constructed cots, or where they perched on stacked bags and overturned barrels. Those who appeared to be uninjured ghosted between them, looking over wounds, changing bandages, and giving reassuring pats. They also offered soft words of soothing calm, mingling with the small-talk that already filled the space. In truth, it was not what Magdalyn had expected. In the movies, these field tents had held screaming, dying patients, begging for water, pain killers, or even the quick relief of death. She remembered the Confederate hospital from Gone with the Wind, where bodies lay for a mile around the train station. This, fortunately, was very different. Of course, she had been assigned the "moderately injured" tent by the little girl. She could be grateful for that.

"Are you here to help?" a middle-aged woman asked, drifting by Mags as she carried a pitcher of water. "Can you heal?"

"Yes, and yes," Magdalyn answered, "though I'm not all that good at it."

The NPC shrugged a single shoulder. "Whatever you can offer is better than nothing," she explained. "Follow me, I'll show you what needs to be done."

The hours passed quickly, despite Magdalyn's exhaustion. She spent much of her time simply talking to the injured men and women, though she did help to heal small cuts and breaks. It was not much, when she compared her abilities to the healers from the battle, but it was the best way for her to learn. And when she finally exited the tent, her mind finally as tired as her body, she felt accomplished. That was something.

 

Tetsunosuke arrived at the tents as he was told by the people in Dormont that the people there needed assistance. Although he only meant to help the people for his profit, what he saw after impelled him to work for them without regard if he would stand to gain from this job. Although he had saw someone being injured just after a mission, and he himself saw that the blood could spurt from his wounds, he never imagined that the game could be this realistic like the outside world. He had seen a few of his workers in the forge that he was managing got cut, burnt, or in one case even got maimed, but he saw within the tents cases much more severe that if it was flashed on a TV screen, it should be blurred. And the doctors in this tent, although some of them were as competent as could be expected of the players from his world, had some difficulty wielding the tools of the craft, and their tools' sharpness were out of par with the instruments that was used in the real world. The conditions within the tent were as abysmal; if the wounds caused by successful surgeries, if they were even successful, got infected by outside agents, it might cause a condition even worse than the injury itself that needed surgery. And so he thought, if he brought some antiseptics, sharpen and disinfect the tools, and fumigate the area, the mortality rate might drop in a staggering rate. And given the timeline when the game should be set, he was thinking of the only antiseptic possible in his mind. With this, he ran out of the tents.

Tetsunosuke then combed out the forest in search for that type of fruit that he thought could be a suitable antiseptic. That being found, as he could not reach the fruits anyway, he then conjured a very narrow and low-energy arcane beam that only tore through the stalk onto which the fruit was connected, and then caught the fruit as it was falling down. That being done numerous times until he could not carry anymore, he then brought them back to the tent, and then directed the person who was to feed the patients to keep the peelings for he had another use for them. He hoped that the numerous citrus fruits could strengthen the patients' immune system until he had finished collecting the needed number of them to keep them healthy.