One Night at the Royal Oak

One quiet night outside the Royal Oak inn in Rimwood, a man stumbled up to the front door before pushing his way inside with one bloodied hand. He gazed, steadying himself on the door frame before pulling his tattered mask down and observing the people inside the inn.

After a brief moment of simply watching anyone inside, he takes a few steps in before collapsing onto the floor and breathing heavily, his armor pierced in various places with neat and precise cuts.
It took just a little longer before Tohrm slipped into unconciousness on the ground.

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An elf rise and run toward him.

"WOlf!"

Pausing a hand on him, just near is worse wound, she let the blessing from Sehanine flow from her to him to heal him some before taking some bandages from her pack to start to mend to him. She is not a healer, but she as some knowledge.

The dark hooded figure sits at his table watching what unfold before his eyes. The man seems to be in pain and more maybe along shortly for all those that aid him. Holding back the temptation to rush to this mans aid, he waits to know for certain if this is friend or foe that stumbled into his life.

Eve walks towards the Inn in Rimwood as she often does. She pauses for a moment to look around before opening the door and entering. After stepping in she immediataly notices the figure breathing heavily on the floor and the elf next to him.

"Bloody nuts! What happened?" she asks.

Recognizing the wounded figure her eyes widen slightly and she rushes over to the pair, cursing under her breath. With a quick glance over Tohrm she takes in all the visible wounds, the spots and assesses them in her mind with common sense. Knowing where to hit to make it count, she frowns as she takes in the amount and placement of the wounds. She turns towards the elf next to Tohrm as if waiting for answers with a questioning look displayed on her face.

Nikym was glad someone else came to help her, she could not do much.

"I do not know, he just came in and collaps. We need to bring him to Myth Drannor, there we can heal him."

If only Arjay was there, but se was sent to get news while et was on duty. He could have healed Wolf some so they could transport him, now, she didn't knew if he would survive the trip.

A tall and heavily armored man strides into the tavern shortly after Tohrms arrival, a book dangling down by his side with a silver embossed picture of the scales of justice on it, some may know this man as Vicho, the Doomguide.

He eyes the unconcious and heavily bleeding Tohrm for a moment and the two attempting to help him, he comments dryly, "Hmph... Do you require aid?"

He stands rigidly towering above the three, not moving to help nor go at the current moment.

Looks up at the man inquiring whether or not they need help and says "If ya have knowledge of the healing arts or otherwise know something that might help then please do. I know how to tie a bandage but I'm not all too sure that would be enough. He's in need of a healer that much is obvious but moving him now...."

Glances at Nikym on the other side of Tohrm "I'm not sure if it's wise to move him. The damage looks extensive but who knows how bad it's on the inside."

She nods once mostly to herself. "A healer would best, here. At least to stabilize him. And someone strong to help carry him later." She shifts her gaze back at the heavily armored man.

Judging on the obvious extent of his wounds, Tohrm wouldn't last the trip to Myth Drannor unless given some time to heal naturally, there are some internal wounds but he should be able to recover if just bandaged and looked after properly for the next few days, though for the time being he remains unconcious and pale from his injuries.

Gode's walk into the Oak with a wide innocent smile on her face.
It takes her a while to finally notice that it is actually Tohrm who is wounded.
She rush fast towards him and inspects all of his wounds.

As a skilled healer she can tell that some of his wounds are internal and he may need to take some times to recover but he should make it.

"Please rest now my dear friend. We will watch for you now dear one".

Tohrm is taken to one of the rooms in the Royal Oak, and left there to recover over the next few days. He gains conciousness and eventually starts seeing people who wish to visit him.

((Will be in one of the rooms in the Royal Oak, send me a tell IG when im on Tohrm))

Seeing Gode enter and go to the mans side Vosh walks over slowly and knells beside her to see if he can help