Post by Ghrym Scheetghed on Sept 29, 2013 15:36:08 GMT -8
Shake, shake shake. Shake everything everywhere.
So there we were just all finishing up the conversation about gathering up all the ancient coins and getting them back together in it's own chest. Only a few coins left unaccounted for and then the longest earthquake happens. The scrambling and falling I can see from under the very sturdy dinning table made me glad that I was under cover. Taking these long moments to have a polite conversation with Firamasa, yes the same one that tried to kill me. Going over the things that might be needed in recovering people from collapsed houses, and helping the injured.
Elian, Darius, Farkas all scrambling to get out either through the back door or the side window. The mysterious magic wielder already left, I do hope that he's going to be alright.
When the major shaking stopped Firamasa went bolting out the front door. Leaving me and the chest of ancient coins. Well got to go downstairs anyway. Taking the chest downstairs and locking it up. The basement holding up very well from a quick glance. Rooting around for a healing kit and a few potions of healing and my crowbar I head on outside to see the distruction all around the area. Started constructions were toppled flat, houses caved in on themselves, people moaning and crying.
Seeing Farkas going West to the road helping somebody, I headed South and West because that would be the furthest from any other help from the main of the village. Rushing to the first person I see laying and not moving. Dead. Running to the next, and the next. One person was alive that I found through the after shocks of the violent Earthquake. I held her nose and dosed her with a curing potion and moved on not daring to spend to much time on any one person yet. There will be time enough to bring my cart down and carry the wounded to where ever there is going to be the center for the injured. That can be decided later, dead, dead, all the Gribols the farm of nice people and the little girl that played with my tail dead. The time for grieving is not now, help who you can, keep those alive that way. The time for crying is later.
So there we were just all finishing up the conversation about gathering up all the ancient coins and getting them back together in it's own chest. Only a few coins left unaccounted for and then the longest earthquake happens. The scrambling and falling I can see from under the very sturdy dinning table made me glad that I was under cover. Taking these long moments to have a polite conversation with Firamasa, yes the same one that tried to kill me. Going over the things that might be needed in recovering people from collapsed houses, and helping the injured.
Elian, Darius, Farkas all scrambling to get out either through the back door or the side window. The mysterious magic wielder already left, I do hope that he's going to be alright.
When the major shaking stopped Firamasa went bolting out the front door. Leaving me and the chest of ancient coins. Well got to go downstairs anyway. Taking the chest downstairs and locking it up. The basement holding up very well from a quick glance. Rooting around for a healing kit and a few potions of healing and my crowbar I head on outside to see the distruction all around the area. Started constructions were toppled flat, houses caved in on themselves, people moaning and crying.
Seeing Farkas going West to the road helping somebody, I headed South and West because that would be the furthest from any other help from the main of the village. Rushing to the first person I see laying and not moving. Dead. Running to the next, and the next. One person was alive that I found through the after shocks of the violent Earthquake. I held her nose and dosed her with a curing potion and moved on not daring to spend to much time on any one person yet. There will be time enough to bring my cart down and carry the wounded to where ever there is going to be the center for the injured. That can be decided later, dead, dead, all the Gribols the farm of nice people and the little girl that played with my tail dead. The time for grieving is not now, help who you can, keep those alive that way. The time for crying is later.