Endgame: Gathered on This Beach of the Tumid River

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Characters: open
Setting: all around the Tower from the 25th of May to the 1st of June
Format: any
Summary: A general mingle for all characters throughout the Tower.
Warnings: Standard Animus warnings; please note anything specific in the subject headers of your threads

[The Tower is stagnant, the only signs of activity confined to the second block. There isn't much time left; it might be a good idea to rest and do whatever strikes your fancy before the timer hits zero.]

Comments

[chevalier_mal_fet]

Aye, I can see that you will Do. Has anyone been Lost, to your Knowledge?

I am fairly on my Way to Healing, but I was not so Wounded. As you say, far Worse I have had-- and without the luxury of a Servant's nature or of any Nursing.
[As he speaks, he runs his hand repeatedly over the Hound's back and and behind his ears, scratching as he goes. The motion breaks off a moment as he gestures to his face.]

I was fortunate to have an offer of help from a lady of my acquaintance. She proved most adept at her Craft.

[oathshackledbird]

So far as I know everyone made it. Some are more wounded than others, but wounded is alive. Thankfully, we have many talented healers among our number.

[Mac an Chuill is very appreciative of the attention and actually whines when Lancelot stops petting him. He nudges the man with his head in an effort to get him to start again.]

I am glad you were able to find someone to help you patch your wounds. That is not an easy place to patch oneself.

[Not like an arm is.]

I have the suspicion, though, that I am likely to be ambushed by one of the healers I know before the day is out. Even if they should be saving their energy, I doubt that they will allow me to remain like this much longer. Healers are a stubborn breed.

[chevalier_mal_fet]

In Truth, it was Recklessness on my Part. For the sake of Sight, I did remove my visor. There is a price to pay for every action in Battle.

[Thus urged, he returns his attentions to the Hound, scratching behind his ears.
He offers Diarmuid a somewhat Dark smile.]
But the Price is not too High, in my judgement. I did enjoy myself, all the more that the Fray was Mad.

Healers are indeed a stubborn breed. The lady was quite Stern and lectured me most Vigorously on the behavior of the Knights and Servants here. [This narrow smile is, by contrast, not Dark in the least.]
Apparently we are a Stubborn lot ourselves.

[oathshackledbird]

I could scold you for being reckless, but we were all being reckless. It was a fight we had to win. Besides, you said when we talked before your hands itched for action. Hopefully, this helped satisfy that itch some.

[Mac an Chuill is very happy when Lancelot starts petting him again. With the speed and force his tail is wagging in his happiness, it would probably hurt to be hit by it...

Diarmuid can't help but laugh at Lancelot's story of the healer.]

Ah...she tells the truth, though. Knights are not only stubborn, but they are also, at times, blind. Why people put up with us is beyond me.