Gondor Knight of Narnia
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Machia took his hands out of a bucket of water, where he had been washing them... He grabbed a nearby rag and dried his hands on them, grumbling to himself as he did so... He had spent the entire day, in the temporary medical wing, which was really only a corner of the cave with three small beds and the medical bags from aboard the ship, where he had been wrapping up the wounds of Pirates and Rangers... He couldn't believe what a terrible fuss they had all made when the first mate had insisted on cleaning and pouring ointment on their wounds and then wrapping them up.... You'd think he was cutting their legs off by the way they complained and yelled.... After the first few patients Machia was prepared to take back any harsh words he had ever said against medics... His voice was hoarse from yelling at patients all day and he hadn't tasted an apple since the night before... But finally all the Pirates and Rangers had had their wounds taken care of...
Machia threw down the rag, put on his hat, slung his musket over his shoulder and stepped out of the cave into the camp... He drew an apple from his pocket and took a bite, looking around the camp with a scowl... Neither Twilight nor IOWW was anywhere in sight and he had been meaning to speak with one of them about the dwarven mission they had went on... "Arrrrr.. where have they gone?" he muttered to himself... Just then he saw Twilight out of the corner of his eye talking to some of her dwarf friends..... "Arrr... I t'won't bother jus' now..." The First Mate decided and went to find IOWW... Oh, an' somethin' fer dinner... Machia added as an after thought as his stomach growled...
OOC-HOWDY MACHIA!
IC-The last of the trolls fell flat on his face with a "THUD!" Sean looked around. There were many fallen orcs and trolls, and a gaggle of relieved elves. Sean's mind strayed once more as he sat down at the foot of a tree. "Wilst thou leave yet again?" A fair voice asked with a bit of disapointment in it.
"I must...Narnia is in the hands of a loonatic." His own voice echoed.
"I await your return...Come back to me swiftly."
Sean saw himself set sail under a starless sky, heart laiden with sorrow. He then thought of the terror Saruman had wrought in Narnia. "Soon Saruman, your end draws near..." he whispered on the bow of his ship.
"We should move." The elven captain's voice shook Sean back to the present. "The enemy will know we've been here." Sean nodded.
"Ettuuma!" He said, and in a flash the elves were there no longer...
OOC-Ettuma=Move out! in elvish...