Post by Deleted on Nov 19, 2017 0:39:19 GMT -5
Dawn, Waverly Castle
His large shadow cast behind him from the morning Sun. Meical Vaughn looked out to the east from the window of his families apartments at the fortress. It was good to stand again. The Maker had blessed him with life after several days of high fever. His wound was a small affair, however it was deep in his upper Thigh. The missile that he was struck by unclean. It was removed quickly by one of his more skilled men on the field, but soon turned putrid, clearly infected. The next morning his leg had swollen twice over and he was unable to stand. A strong fever came quickly..
Fearing the worst Meical was escorted back to Waverly Castle by his two eldest Sons, Conner and Camaron. The family healer was called to tend to him, the wound was painfully drained and bound, but Meical's condition was sliding downward quickly. Several Seer's were in counsel on the issue. They worried the arrow tip was indeed poisoned. It was decided that a compound would be prepared of Sulfur Ash and applied to the wound. That was all they could do. The volcanic Ash was known to have healing properties and when used somewhat successful. As the night passed the fever and swelling subsided much to the relief of all concerned.
Over the next few days he slept with his leg elevated on the huge bed. Getting to his feet only to attend to personal matters. His family close to him keeping him entertained every way possible. Meical enjoyed the brief respite reading stories to his young Daughters who visited every afternoon. This only interrupted by receiving fresh dressings on the wound and close inspections by a old crone. The wound still open, continued to drain. The Sulfur Ash working very well.
It was a quiet morning. He watched small fishing boats on the wide river below the tower casting their nets. Across the river he could see the fog of home fires of Mynyth Sheabagh. The seasons were turning. The nights cold, and the days grew short. There was much to be done in preparation for winter. Times had been difficult. Matters needed to be addressed. Meical's wife Sinead was expecting another child soon and would need him at her side.
He took a deep breath of cool air and exhaled. Yes it was a better day. Soon he would be mobile and able to resume his duties. The fresh air, and the fact he could once again stand and move about had triggered his appetite. The Sun felt wonderful. He was lucky, and very thankful. Soon the Seer would be upon him and change and inspect the wound. The others would certainly follow.. He felt the warm rays of sun giving his soul energy. He was a lucky man.
His large shadow cast behind him from the morning Sun. Meical Vaughn looked out to the east from the window of his families apartments at the fortress. It was good to stand again. The Maker had blessed him with life after several days of high fever. His wound was a small affair, however it was deep in his upper Thigh. The missile that he was struck by unclean. It was removed quickly by one of his more skilled men on the field, but soon turned putrid, clearly infected. The next morning his leg had swollen twice over and he was unable to stand. A strong fever came quickly..
Fearing the worst Meical was escorted back to Waverly Castle by his two eldest Sons, Conner and Camaron. The family healer was called to tend to him, the wound was painfully drained and bound, but Meical's condition was sliding downward quickly. Several Seer's were in counsel on the issue. They worried the arrow tip was indeed poisoned. It was decided that a compound would be prepared of Sulfur Ash and applied to the wound. That was all they could do. The volcanic Ash was known to have healing properties and when used somewhat successful. As the night passed the fever and swelling subsided much to the relief of all concerned.
Over the next few days he slept with his leg elevated on the huge bed. Getting to his feet only to attend to personal matters. His family close to him keeping him entertained every way possible. Meical enjoyed the brief respite reading stories to his young Daughters who visited every afternoon. This only interrupted by receiving fresh dressings on the wound and close inspections by a old crone. The wound still open, continued to drain. The Sulfur Ash working very well.
It was a quiet morning. He watched small fishing boats on the wide river below the tower casting their nets. Across the river he could see the fog of home fires of Mynyth Sheabagh. The seasons were turning. The nights cold, and the days grew short. There was much to be done in preparation for winter. Times had been difficult. Matters needed to be addressed. Meical's wife Sinead was expecting another child soon and would need him at her side.
He took a deep breath of cool air and exhaled. Yes it was a better day. Soon he would be mobile and able to resume his duties. The fresh air, and the fact he could once again stand and move about had triggered his appetite. The Sun felt wonderful. He was lucky, and very thankful. Soon the Seer would be upon him and change and inspect the wound. The others would certainly follow.. He felt the warm rays of sun giving his soul energy. He was a lucky man.