My chest hurts

[mmat 7460]

Oscar viciously thrust the long and heavy dragonslaying spear in his hand forwards as a lance, his horse galloping quickly. It connected, a man fell from his horse, but the spear rebounded and span from his hand and into the sodden grass. His eyes followed it foolishly and stifled his concentration. Before he could react, something impacted on his torso, and he hit the floor with a squelch of saturated ground and a thud of the impacting armour and bone on the ground.

 

 

"Oscar."

"Oscar."

"Oscar."

"Oscar."

 

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The voice, or voices sounded like the always comforting tones of a woman's voice. Multiple? He could not tell, there was something wrong with his eyes. He couldn't open his eyes to see. What was the emotion in the voice that met his ears? Worry, anger, sadness, joy? He could not tell. He knew there was something wrong with him that he could barely think, but what was it? What had happened? He wasn't in pain, so surely he was fine, surely. If these thoughts weren't real, were the voices? Or was his mind simply attempting to comfort him in his time of need? He didn't know, but he appreciated it nonetheless. his chest hurt. He grumbled softly, attempting to compose his thoughts.

 

-

 

"He'll be just fine. Give him some time."

[DrakeHaze. 2524]

"Too much pre-workout." mutters Snickers

[YouKnowItsJuno 269]

As was her custom for the injured lords that happened near Drusco, Renee de Aryn carefully carried a bucket of snow to Geldern. Surely it would help ease his pain, she hoped. She remembered their easy conversations and his kindness towards her when he came to visit her while she was sick. The young lady hoped to aid as best she could.

[lawnmowerman 3040]

Ser Rhys Roke hears of his comrade's injury in another continent, shipping off a crate of the finest orc green he can find, to hopefully ease Oscar's pain and to make him aware of...

 

ORCISH CULTURE.

[CheekyNolan 5420]

Moved to the Archive. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.