The Hut of Your Jib (Durmot/Kolos)
Jun 16, 2017 20:43:48 GMT -6
Post by Durmot on Jun 16, 2017 20:43:48 GMT -6
It had been such a promising morning, and yet what did Durmot end up with? A Revenant's claws to the ribs. Possibly poisonous ones, which is why the mercenary was currently hustling down the beaten path that lead towards town with one hand clamped firmly to his side. At least, he was mostly sure that it was the right direction. Durmot had already been separated from the other mercs, and rotten luck like that almost guaranteed he was going to make a stupid mistake like marching in the wrong direction.
Oh well. He was better off just running than dwelling on it.
The first structure Durmot came across was a small hut on the outskirts, and he slowed to a stop as he drew alongside it. There didn't seem to be anyone outside, but maybe there was someone inside with medical supplies, or even a vulnerary. It'd certainly be nicer to get treated here instead of having to walk the rest of the way, so Durmot walked up to the door and knocked. There was no response. Normally he wouldn't have bothered trying to open the door, but the wound in Durmot's side was ever so insistent.
It was unlocked.
Heh. Foolish. You never know when an axe-toting meathead might barge in and drip blood all over your clean floors.
Durmot knew there was a chance he'd regret breaking into someone's hut and rifling through their stuff, but he went in anyway. The hut's owner would understand, wouldn't they? After all, they lived here in Laus, where walking corpses were a fact of life. All he needed was basic medical supplies. Durmot figured that, even if things went sour, he could simply show his cut up side and smooth things over with words.
When he stepped inside and looked at the interior, though, his first thought was that someone had broken in looking for something. Then he amended that: someone broke in looking for something before him. Durmot stepped gingerly around the chaos of papers, notes, vials, and... things that looked suspiciously like they were hacked off of some poor monster. He was unsure where to even start, since burglary was about as far from Durmot's area of expertise as you could get, but settled on checking the single shelf in the room.
Durmot didn't recognize any of the unlabeled bottles on the shelf, but spent far too long staring and wondering if one of them might be an antiseptic, or even a vulnerary.
Oh well. He was better off just running than dwelling on it.
The first structure Durmot came across was a small hut on the outskirts, and he slowed to a stop as he drew alongside it. There didn't seem to be anyone outside, but maybe there was someone inside with medical supplies, or even a vulnerary. It'd certainly be nicer to get treated here instead of having to walk the rest of the way, so Durmot walked up to the door and knocked. There was no response. Normally he wouldn't have bothered trying to open the door, but the wound in Durmot's side was ever so insistent.
It was unlocked.
Heh. Foolish. You never know when an axe-toting meathead might barge in and drip blood all over your clean floors.
Durmot knew there was a chance he'd regret breaking into someone's hut and rifling through their stuff, but he went in anyway. The hut's owner would understand, wouldn't they? After all, they lived here in Laus, where walking corpses were a fact of life. All he needed was basic medical supplies. Durmot figured that, even if things went sour, he could simply show his cut up side and smooth things over with words.
When he stepped inside and looked at the interior, though, his first thought was that someone had broken in looking for something. Then he amended that: someone broke in looking for something before him. Durmot stepped gingerly around the chaos of papers, notes, vials, and... things that looked suspiciously like they were hacked off of some poor monster. He was unsure where to even start, since burglary was about as far from Durmot's area of expertise as you could get, but settled on checking the single shelf in the room.
Durmot didn't recognize any of the unlabeled bottles on the shelf, but spent far too long staring and wondering if one of them might be an antiseptic, or even a vulnerary.