“Ja, Ich haben experience in such matters, it is hard not to vhen war ravages the country no?” she grinned and turned to Scarlet again, eying up her wound, “Skarlet, vhen you removed the arrow did it take the head with it? Ve vill require to know whether ve must remove that before progressink vith the operation, othervise the wound vill bekommen afflicted vithout its removal and you vill die in a state of delirium, especially if the head is stuck in the bone und ve cannot find it.”
“Vhilst ve doubt that bandits have the mental capacity to plan ahead vith poisonous substances, ve vould also like to know vether you have any feelings of wooziness and illness or a requirement to vomit.”
“Asides from the above, the process should not be so difficult to treat, merely a cleaning of the vound and the sealing and bandaging of your leg” She patted the worn looking pony on the shoulder in good humour, “vith all things going vell, the vound will be healed by the end of the week!”
Turning she looked about and frowned slightly “now ve just need your Bald pony to return vith the equipment und ve can begin Doktor Lens, overall I haben seen vorse vounds on ponies durink the var, ve should be happy to not have to deal vith hoofcannon injuries, those are a nightmare.”
“In the meanvhile, if you could settle yourself upon the table there Skarlet in a comfortable position ve can then begin the process of healing as soon as the Baldie returns. If you want you could explain to us vhy you are on the path to our town to begin vith, not a lot of traffik this vay in the past few years no?”
EldritchOne
Member
Nephren-Ka Was Here Bruh.
- Last Seen: 5 yrs ago
- Joined: 10 yrs ago
- Posts: 474 (0.12 / day)
- VMs: 0
-
Username history
- EldritchOne 10 yrs ago
-
Latest 10 profile visitors:
-
Most recent →
kapuchu
Status
User has no status, yet
Bio
I whip my feathered serpent back and forth.
Most Recent Posts
Monochromatic Rainbow said
I'm probably going to wait until Eldritch makes Nocturne do something. Gives me some time to get a few other things done as well.And... did she always have that accent? I don't remember reading it...
I tended to make it variate between perspectives, from her perspective she sounds normal, from other peoples she sounds quite accented. Recently I decided just to drop it and keep the accent full time.
also sorry for the wait, I'll get something up in the next couple of hours.
kapuchu said
So it's basically a living thing, then? The Nightingales?As for the sparse details... if you're unsure about something at some point in the future again, just give me a shout and we can figure it out.
both the Spheres and the Nightingales are living things, but what is inside of those shiny little shapes is pretty much nightmare fuel.
kapuchu said
I'll have to copy Monochromatic here: Not to rain on your parade, Eldritch, but the Nightmares don't have invisibility spells :/ They're shadows, so to speak, and can hide in them simply because they look like a shadow themselves. That coupled with their ability to travel through solid objects gives them an illusion of being able to turn invisible. Also... A blood sacrifice for those thingies... Am I right to assume that said blood is coursing through them, then?
Thats twice someone has said that to me in so many hours, anyhoo, I'll sort it out, I am just repeatedly uncertain of the established rules given I am relying on sparse details from original canon and the mod's headcanons.
The blood sacrifice part? basically it can either use its own or go and kill something and coat the runes in it, it only needs to be done relatively infrequently however, but its the price they pay for the spell.
Sorted out now, should be fine.
Monochromatic Rainbow said
Eh, Eldritch. Not to rain on your parade, but Scarlet's wound isn't that serious. She was wearing armor, which would've slowed it down (or stopped it outright had it hit the main part). It wasn't a windlass crossbow or anything, definitely lethal if hit in the right place, but not an armor-piercer.And she was hit in the area equivalent to the fleshy part of the thigh, really she isn't in much immediate danger.Should've been more specific to begin with, but still.
Alrighty, I may edit it if I have time, I just figured given she has had an arrow stuck in her for a while now and the resultant bleeding from that arrow will have mess around with her a bit in terms of blood loss and woozyness. I didn't really think it was fatal, only that it'd be easier if she just did the healing in the Inn.
Posted in response to both, Scalpel has now activated his little birds to pick up dirt on peeps, see who is going to betray him.
After all, nobody has this much luck.
After all, nobody has this much luck.
Nocturne blinked rapidly at the frankly mauled looking pony who was bleeding over her favourite drinking stool, before responding and rising from her seat. She seized the last of her beer and downed it in one go before trotting across to Dr Lens and this Scarlet figure, giving a critical eye to the injuries on the latter’s body.
“I didn’t vant anythink from you frankly, but I think that I can help you vith your injuries.”
She turned and smiled at Len’s in a friendly manner, showing off lines of sharp pointed white teeth as she did so, “I am a medikal practitioner Doktor Lens, so I may be able to helfen sie vhilst you deal with the patient.”
She looked over Scarlet’s injuries once more and frowned, “Vell, I have a place vere this procedure could be carried out more effectively, aber… the injuries of the patient likely to bekommen aggravated vhen ve go up the h-“ she cut herself off with a start, blushing in embarrassment at her near mistake “ - to mein place, Skarlet could fall unconscious due to the vorsening of the pain, It vill be besser to deal vith it here.”
Nocturne gave Tankard an apologetic look as she said this, “I am sorry Tanky, et vill have to be done in the Inn.”
Tankard stared back at her white faced and disturbed by the injured pony, but nodded in consent at Nocturnes requesting undercurrent, “Sure Nokky, take as much time as you need with this pony, can’t have people dying in my establishment now can I?” he let out a small nervous giggle before silencing it, “We’ll keep out of your way whilst you see to her, drinks are on the house if she recovers successfully.”
Nocturne flashed him an appreciative smile before turning back to Dr Lens and her patient “I understand you haben some experience vith this profession Doktor Lens? Vould you be willink to accept some help vith this situation?”
In her mind Nocturne hoped the doctor would accept, she felt she needed more details on the mare the doctor was now trading ancient lore with, and to affirm her suspicions on a deific connection with the Bald cultists as well as more details on this scholarly group that she had heard of. Doubtless, she considered, the doctor would prefer some further information on his clientele before proceeding with the exchange.
Scalpel eyed the flash of the disappearing unicorn with an edge of suspicion, but it seemed real enough magic to him. The tension in the room audibly softened with the clanking of metal and the withdrawing of blades and weapons. Scalpel rose from his seat and downed the rest of the whisky, biting back the grimace as the liquid burned his throat and lit a fire in his stomach.
Everything seemed to be going his way, and it made Scalpel highly suspicious of what was going on recently, there were too many offers which he could not or would not refuse, too many variables now open to him at too convenient a time. The entire thing stank of plotting and betrayal, he did not know where this betrayal would come from, but he would be damned before he let himself walk into the jaws of a trap.
He eyed the form of Lambda with an impassive stare and the large brooding metal figure stood to attention at his notice, “Lambda, its time to activate my nightingales, bring them forth to me, its time they began to sing.”
Lambda nodded and marched off, whilst Scalpel busied himself in reading an old book which he had by this time nearly memorized through repetition, taking another shot of whisky as he did so and letting a low fuzzy heat settle into his innards. By the time Lambda returned with the Nightingales in tow, Scalpel was already a chapter in.
The Nightingales were a subcreation of the Spheres, but with an entirely different purpose, whilst the Spheres functioned as messengers and patrollers, the Nightingales served him in espionage and spying. They would be, in effect, his eyes and ears soon enough, and unlike their more temperamental cousins, they were quiet and stealthy by nature. Each of them consisted of a black metal diamond covered in intensive runes and sigils, with the same floating crystalline eye, the proceeded in the same fashion as well, utilising strong levitation spells to cast themselves through the air, and were protected slightly more thoroughly with both knives and a variety of magical spells designed to injure and maim. However, they were still relatively fragile against most force, and thus were reliant on their main feature, an invisibility spell from magic from the dark primordial times before Equestria.
Scalpel had located that spell in a host of old texts dating back to the time before even pre-Equestrian Equestria. It had been involved in various dangerous cults which utilised black magic and were involved in the old practices of equine sacrifice. During this time the warriors of these tribal groups used the spell to sneak upon the quiet villages and homes of their adversaries and launch surprise attacks, aimed at taking the maximum amount of sacrifices back to the sacred stones of their religious sites and killing them in the name of the dark gods. He had even managed recently to find one of these ancient sites in the Whitetail woods need Woodwatch, dedicated to the primordial diety known only as the Black Stag of the Forest, a creature of unknown origin but certainly of the most eldritch and nightmarish persuasion.
Upon these diamond shaped creatures he had engraven the signs of this olden faith, and now the Nightingales went back and forth as wraiths in the darkness, the power only needing recharged by ancient gift of blood… a gift readily available to Scalpel.
The eight Nightingales slide through the air noiselessly as they approached and hovered before him, their metal bodies bared as a sign of respect.
“My lord” they spoke as one, a quiet subtle whisper of machine and vocal cords speaking in unison, “What is thy will?”
He seated himself again and took his time to look over his creations, he smiled victoriously and spoke, “Three ponies have come to me this day, each has offered something most vital to the heavenly cause, each could turn out to be a betrayer of me and halt the arising of the Lord Within, I wish you to investigate and listen to the rumours about them, and see which, if any, shall stab me in the back. Furthermore, I wish for one of you to search out my wayward assistant and take her back her this night, there is much work to be done on the Corona Star, the first testing ground of the new power which shall sunder magic and reality in twain and lead to a new age of reason. Go now my Nightingales, and return to me with songs, and sing them in my ears upon each morn.”
The Nightingales bobbed in acknowledgement, “It shall be done my Lord” and then they turned, shimmered and disappeared into the darkness of the shadows, in search of the information their lord desired.
Scalpel relaxed into his chair and took up his book once more, he would wait until undeniable confirmation before striking, but he knew at least that something was amiss with his successive streak of good luck, nopony was this lucky.
…And with a little prying, I shall find out which little light of life lies to me, and then I shall snuff it out.
“I didn’t vant anythink from you frankly, but I think that I can help you vith your injuries.”
She turned and smiled at Len’s in a friendly manner, showing off lines of sharp pointed white teeth as she did so, “I am a medikal practitioner Doktor Lens, so I may be able to helfen sie vhilst you deal with the patient.”
She looked over Scarlet’s injuries once more and frowned, “Vell, I have a place vere this procedure could be carried out more effectively, aber… the injuries of the patient likely to bekommen aggravated vhen ve go up the h-“ she cut herself off with a start, blushing in embarrassment at her near mistake “ - to mein place, Skarlet could fall unconscious due to the vorsening of the pain, It vill be besser to deal vith it here.”
Nocturne gave Tankard an apologetic look as she said this, “I am sorry Tanky, et vill have to be done in the Inn.”
Tankard stared back at her white faced and disturbed by the injured pony, but nodded in consent at Nocturnes requesting undercurrent, “Sure Nokky, take as much time as you need with this pony, can’t have people dying in my establishment now can I?” he let out a small nervous giggle before silencing it, “We’ll keep out of your way whilst you see to her, drinks are on the house if she recovers successfully.”
Nocturne flashed him an appreciative smile before turning back to Dr Lens and her patient “I understand you haben some experience vith this profession Doktor Lens? Vould you be willink to accept some help vith this situation?”
In her mind Nocturne hoped the doctor would accept, she felt she needed more details on the mare the doctor was now trading ancient lore with, and to affirm her suspicions on a deific connection with the Bald cultists as well as more details on this scholarly group that she had heard of. Doubtless, she considered, the doctor would prefer some further information on his clientele before proceeding with the exchange.
Scalpel eyed the flash of the disappearing unicorn with an edge of suspicion, but it seemed real enough magic to him. The tension in the room audibly softened with the clanking of metal and the withdrawing of blades and weapons. Scalpel rose from his seat and downed the rest of the whisky, biting back the grimace as the liquid burned his throat and lit a fire in his stomach.
Everything seemed to be going his way, and it made Scalpel highly suspicious of what was going on recently, there were too many offers which he could not or would not refuse, too many variables now open to him at too convenient a time. The entire thing stank of plotting and betrayal, he did not know where this betrayal would come from, but he would be damned before he let himself walk into the jaws of a trap.
He eyed the form of Lambda with an impassive stare and the large brooding metal figure stood to attention at his notice, “Lambda, its time to activate my nightingales, bring them forth to me, its time they began to sing.”
Lambda nodded and marched off, whilst Scalpel busied himself in reading an old book which he had by this time nearly memorized through repetition, taking another shot of whisky as he did so and letting a low fuzzy heat settle into his innards. By the time Lambda returned with the Nightingales in tow, Scalpel was already a chapter in.
The Nightingales were a subcreation of the Spheres, but with an entirely different purpose, whilst the Spheres functioned as messengers and patrollers, the Nightingales served him in espionage and spying. They would be, in effect, his eyes and ears soon enough, and unlike their more temperamental cousins, they were quiet and stealthy by nature. Each of them consisted of a black metal diamond covered in intensive runes and sigils, with the same floating crystalline eye, the proceeded in the same fashion as well, utilising strong levitation spells to cast themselves through the air, and were protected slightly more thoroughly with both knives and a variety of magical spells designed to injure and maim. However, they were still relatively fragile against most force, and thus were reliant on their main feature, an invisibility spell from magic from the dark primordial times before Equestria.
Scalpel had located that spell in a host of old texts dating back to the time before even pre-Equestrian Equestria. It had been involved in various dangerous cults which utilised black magic and were involved in the old practices of equine sacrifice. During this time the warriors of these tribal groups used the spell to sneak upon the quiet villages and homes of their adversaries and launch surprise attacks, aimed at taking the maximum amount of sacrifices back to the sacred stones of their religious sites and killing them in the name of the dark gods. He had even managed recently to find one of these ancient sites in the Whitetail woods need Woodwatch, dedicated to the primordial diety known only as the Black Stag of the Forest, a creature of unknown origin but certainly of the most eldritch and nightmarish persuasion.
Upon these diamond shaped creatures he had engraven the signs of this olden faith, and now the Nightingales went back and forth as wraiths in the darkness, the power only needing recharged by ancient gift of blood… a gift readily available to Scalpel.
The eight Nightingales slide through the air noiselessly as they approached and hovered before him, their metal bodies bared as a sign of respect.
“My lord” they spoke as one, a quiet subtle whisper of machine and vocal cords speaking in unison, “What is thy will?”
He seated himself again and took his time to look over his creations, he smiled victoriously and spoke, “Three ponies have come to me this day, each has offered something most vital to the heavenly cause, each could turn out to be a betrayer of me and halt the arising of the Lord Within, I wish you to investigate and listen to the rumours about them, and see which, if any, shall stab me in the back. Furthermore, I wish for one of you to search out my wayward assistant and take her back her this night, there is much work to be done on the Corona Star, the first testing ground of the new power which shall sunder magic and reality in twain and lead to a new age of reason. Go now my Nightingales, and return to me with songs, and sing them in my ears upon each morn.”
The Nightingales bobbed in acknowledgement, “It shall be done my Lord” and then they turned, shimmered and disappeared into the darkness of the shadows, in search of the information their lord desired.
Scalpel relaxed into his chair and took up his book once more, he would wait until undeniable confirmation before striking, but he knew at least that something was amiss with his successive streak of good luck, nopony was this lucky.
…And with a little prying, I shall find out which little light of life lies to me, and then I shall snuff it out.
kapuchu said
Short-ish post, but I posted!Also, I'm waiting for Dawn to get back to me before I continue with Amaretto and Theá. And yes, Winterjet is still there :P Might as well make use of her.
... that sounds like it could take some considerable time, but at least I can continue my deal with Lens and co whilst we wait.
Did I hear a call for a doctor? :)
Technically Nocturne is a doctor, so she could help out too.
Technically Nocturne is a doctor, so she could help out too.
© 2007-2024