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Digging through one of her satchels, Falin held out bandages to Emily. She took Qorian's shaking hand and squeezed it. "Hang in there, we've got you. Just hang in there."

"Thanks..." Said Emily taking the wrappings and placing them on the wound in Qorian "Come on...Come on..." she then thought 'damn....why won't the bleeding stop..."

Falin frowned as more blood pooled on the ground. 'Sauriil, could really use a master healer about now. Can't really afford to lose out strategist.'

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(Yeah, we don't want this to end up becoming Fallout.)

( Or do we...? xD But yeah, plenty of explosions create small mushroom clouds without being nuclear :D And, Emily needs help stabilizing Qorian. He has a fist-szed whole in his stomach from a musket round. )

He calms down slightly, but only just. He is still in extreme pain, still shaking, and still pale.

Falin murmmured something in an unknown language as she placed her free hand on Qorian's forehead, a faint aura surrounding it.

He shudders for a moment before he falls still, the magic working its way through him as he slowly starts to heal and calm down.

"Thank the divines it worked..." said Emily with her hands all bloody

"Right" said Emily climbing back onto the horse with suylyath

GreenieDovahkiin
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(dude, just press edit post) 

(( Someone mind helping me onto a spare horse? I can't exactly moved with how messed up I am, despite the healing. ))

But a few miles away, the skies were flashing with the lights of war, and the party could hear the thundering of distant cannonfire and explosions. Its so violent as to seem the End had finally arrived. Every now and then on their path, they would pass next to an area that has several craters and dozens, or even hundreds, of dead bodies. Sometimes, they would pass by a family that had been butchered on the spot as the tried to flee. Other times, they would find dead soldiers who's corpses were bound at there hands and feet by rope, obviously executed even after they were POWs.

Falin let out a quiet sigh. "I'm sorry we couldn't do more for your wound." She moved to help Qorian stand. "Easy there. Need me to ride with you?"

"I.." He sighs to himself, ashamed of his weakness.

"Yes, that would be acceptable, Falin. Thank you." He attempts to mount his horse and, after a moment of struggle, manages to get himself onto his mount.

"Alrighty... Who's ready to fight for Alinor?" He croaks out, gently urging his horse forward.