Medic Dev

[18:59] Leaning on his golden crutch, Frekr waves at Skoll. "Oi, y' grumpy ol' hound. Got more bones th' need mendin. Prolly some blood an' other bits too, but cannae say wit' these 'ere casts holdin' everythin' in place..."
(Frekr Gullmunr)
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[18:59] Skoll's eyes slowly open at the sound of Frekr shouting up to him. Fresh from the land of the dead, the WOlf stares around until his gaze set onto the young Vanir.

"Mh… yu' went n' got yer ass kicked again?" he started to shift around, stretching out with an extended yawn.
(Skoll Kveld)
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[18:59] Frekr offers Skoll a small smile. "Y'might say that. Was off shoppin' in Achyon, an' wouldn't y' know? On th' way back I ran int' an Ogre o' all things!"
(Frekr Gullmunr)
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[18:59] Life was hard.

But through some miracle of luck, Brida hobbles back to the settlement with the assistance of both a makeshift walking stick and Aren's aid. She's cut, she's bruised, she's poisoned- it's the same schtick all over again.

Except this time? Her left kneecap's horribly bruised and discolored. Yet another injury earned, though this time there'd be no lasting scars. For that? She's grateful.

"...Don't suppose there's a medic available, is there?" She winces, clearly exhausted from the trip that led her from one end of the island to the other. And on that knee? It was no doubtfully Hel.

"Or perhaps lax..."
(Brida)
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[18:59] Ace Morgan says, "... I'll go get ya' some food Skoll... Sounds like you'll need somethin. "
[18:59] Skoll Kveld says, "Yeah... Thanks."
[18:59] Frekr Gullmunr says, "I've got it Ace."
[18:59] Frekr pulls forth a mysteriously chilled Parfait.
(Frekr Gullmunr)
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[18:59] {Item} You drop Tomato Soup.
[18:59] Vigr Dyr says, "I'll scout ahead."
[18:59] Frekr Gullmunr says, "Alright Vigr, be safe."
[18:59] {Item} You drop Tomato Soup.
[18:59] {Item} You drop Maki Roll.
[18:59] {Item} You drop Pork x1.
[18:59] {Item} You picked up Pork. Dropped by Frekr Gullmunr..
[18:59] {Item} You picked up Maki Roll. Dropped by Frekr Gullmunr..
[18:59] {Item} You picked up Tomato Soup. Dropped by Frekr Gullmunr..
[18:59] {Item} You picked up Tomato Soup. Dropped by Frekr Gullmunr..
[18:59] A listless stare is gizen to Frekr as he speaks. It's clear that the wolf had yet to full awaken. He spends a few moments more trying to understand life; and then Brida pulls up with Aren to make it all the more difficult.

His empty gaze then shifts to her and the boy acting as her crutch. It was kind of amazing how they managed to always get injured at the same time. Skoll gives a nod and then gestures for them to follow him while he makes his way indoors.
(Skoll Kveld)
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[18:59] {Item} You drop Tomato Soup.
[18:59] {Item} You picked up Jerky. Dropped by Frekr Gullmunr..
[18:59] Skoll sniff sniffs at Frekr. What do he be smellin' like?
(Skoll Kveld)
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[18:59] Frekr smelled like Ogres broke his legs.
(Frekr Gullmunr)
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[18:59] Skoll sniff sniffs. The bastard smells like broken walking sticks
(Skoll Kveld)
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[18:59] Frekr Gullmunr says, "Y'can't say I never did nothin' f' ya. Really helpin' ya wit' y' rock collection."
[18:59] Skoll Kveld says, "Ain't collectin rocks....."
[18:59] Skoll Kveld says, "Brida, go on and lay down."
[18:59] Frekr Gullmunr asks, "Nae? Whatcha callin' em then? Th' lil' souvenirs y' get when y' are done wit' us?"
[18:59] Skoll sniff sniffs at Brida now. What do SHE be smellin' like?
(Skoll Kveld)
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[18:59] Fortunately? Aren isn't injured this time! It's just Brida that's hurt with a gash at her side visible and plenty of her skin patchy and poisoned from the embrace of yet another noxious magi's touch.

The real problem, however, was in her leg- the ugly, discolored mess of a kneecap doing well to make sure she couldn't bolt around the battlefield anymore. Clearly? She pissed somebody off.

"Fought a skeleton, I did. Beat 'em, too." Though one Hel of a hot mess? She's proud in saying that- her first win! Her first forsaken victory over the Mire that dared to pester her so.

"...Had a friend, though. S'their friend that did this. Hurts real bad." She hisses, easing herself over towards the bed with a notable wince. Sitting's no easy feat, either! But through some miracle of luck, shemanages with a quiet huff.
(Brida)
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[18:59] Frekr Gullmunr says, "Skoll, I can wait, jus' work on 'er... I'll go grab some Lax an' help if I can."
[18:59] Skoll Kveld says, "EH? Yer leg is in worse shape, but do wot yu' want I guess."
[18:59] Frekr Gullmunr says, "Y' but I got th' casts. She don't."
[18:59] Skoll stares back and forth between the two. It didn't seem like who had a cast matter when the severity of each injurt were so drasticlly different. He nods anyway
(Skoll Kveld)
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[18:59] Skoll Kveld says, "Aight."
[18:59] Skoll Kveld asks, "Ace 'r Aren. Can yu' get th' door?"
[18:59] So saying, Frekr swings his legs off the bed to rest his metal and stone encased limbs on the ground, using his bow-turned-crutch to lever himself up so he can hobble out to the workshop and get the supplies he needed.

Then theres a knock on the door. "Bloody Hel... "
(Frekr Gullmunr)
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[18:59] Frekr opens the door, leaning heavily on a golden crutch. "Aye?"
(Frekr Gullmunr)
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[18:59] Yara Wu asks, "Bull?"
[18:59] Yara Wu asks, "Is he there?"
[18:59] Frekr Gullmunr says, "Bull? Dunnae a Bull."
[18:59] Yara Wu says, "Olrok."
[18:59] Frekr Gullmunr says, "Ah, Olrok. He ain't in at th' mo'."
[18:59] Yara Wu says, "Tell him to letter me when he is back."
[18:59] Yara Wu says, "Thank you""
[18:59] Frekr Gullmunr asks, "Aye, an' who should I tell 'im called?"
[18:59] Yara Wu says, "Yara"
[18:59] Frekr Gullmunr says, "Yara. Right then Yara, if y' don't mind excusin' me, got some wounded t' get tended. M'self included."
[18:59] Yara Wu says, "Sure.."
[18:59] Frekr Gullmunr says, "Take care. "
[18:59] Frekr Gullmunr says, "Bloody Hel... Olrok got lasses callin' on 'im at a time like this."
[18:59] Frekr hobbles his way back to Brida, wincing with every step. Truth be told, he knew he was in worse shape than the younger Vanir, but it wasn't anything he couldn't handle. The injury had happened some time ago now, and he'd applied Lax essence a few times - nevermind the casts and crutch which provided him mobility.

What was more important though - One of His people were hurt. Sure, once upon a time he'd seen Aren and Brida as brown nosers - and Aren still rubbed him the wrong way, on occasion. But when all was said and done? They were still Vanir. That meant they were His Family. His. Just like Vigr, or Vekel, or any othe others.

They were priceless gems among his Hoard, even if the cut was a little rough around the edges. And the most important thing in life, at least to Frekr - was whatever he called His.

So as he arrives with Lax essence in hand, he looks to Skoll, "Jus' tell me 'ow I can help. I dunnae know much 'bout all this, but I know if y' rub the Lax on it makes th' pain go 'way. I can do tha' much, at least."
(Frekr Gullmunr)
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[18:59] Skoll had prepared to simply lay Brida down and apply some lax essence while he worked on Frekr's jumbled mess of a limb. How does one get their kneecap smashed in backwards? It was amazing that he even managed to walk at all. The poor bastard must have been hobbling around on one leg... though that meant his broken leg would be in a great deal of pain. What a trooper.

With a shrug and a sigh, he turns back to Brida and looks her over again. Whatever scent that was coming from her was rather faint. Seemed like she wasn't hurt all too bad. Smashed kneecap? No problem. If fact, it was such an easy thing to fix that he turns his attention to Frekr with a thinkin man's gaze.

"Yu' wanna help bad, yeah? 'Den learn. OK pay attention."

For this procedure, he wouldn't be able to use the closed body surgery he normally did where his tendrils just slip under the skin. He'd have to perform this as a normal surgery for now.

He'd begin by reveal the girl's knee. If her pants couldn't be rolled up above the knee then he would simply cut that pant leg away. They had plenty of spares after all. Once her knee was revealed, he'd produce a bone arm that reached for a nearby rag; the wolf having kept some supplies around for these very moments. "s'Good ta clean n' disinfect the area to prevent nasty shit from gettin' in." a second bone arm is produced and starts to wipe down her leg and make sure it was squeaky clean and sparkling. During this process, mana leaks through his bone arms and feeds into the girl to help deal with pain and bruising as he had yet to apply the lax essence.

A nod is then given to Frekr. "y'Can apply the Lax. Makes sure the patient don't keel over from pain. No one wants tak feel themselves gettin' chopped up." he gesture for him to approach and apply it himself. "Should be easy nuff, yeah?"
(Skoll Kveld)
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[18:59] It's a song and dance that, by now, Brida is used to. After the first few times of getting patched up, she anticipates the pain to come. Having her wounds cleaned never failed to make her wince, her breath held and her eye closed.

And even with the lax that Frekr might apply? There's still no doubtfully a fair bit of discomfort to be had. But for what it's worth? It still helps! There's no doubt about that. She's grateful for the offered remedy.

"Probably gonna ask eventually, but-..." A pause. "It happened far to the east. Wasn't close to the desert this time around, at least..." She laughs, but it's a motion that stops her in the tracks the moment she even manages a single chuckle. Right. She's in pain. How could she forget?

"Somethin', somethin', too close to their lawn..." She groans. "Hypocrites, I swear..."
(Brida)
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[18:59] Frekr nods to Skoll's words, his head surprisingly clear despite the incredible pain he was in. Or perhaps in part thanks to the pain? His tolerance for such things had grown a great deal in the past few years - getting your body smashed by an Ogre a few times did that, who knew?

The greedy young Vanir watches as Skoll begins to work. The delicate removal of the fabric. The way Skoll cleans the area thoroughly - and Frekr knew from experience, even if he couldn't see it - Mana was being slowly injected through the contact to encourage the natural healing process and reduce the pain of the whole experience. Skoll, Hati and Vekel had all done the same for Frekr on more than a few occasions.

Then Skoll spoke again, and imitating the Ookami Frekr used his Metal magic to form an extra limb so he can work with a precision his hands left trembling by pain could not. He opens the jar with his fleshy bits, and lets the golden limb scoop up a generous amountof Lax Essence before carefully applying it to the bruised and busted kneecap.

"Aye, know tha' well nuff… Sorry Brida, this may sting a bit." He'd say, as he carefully worked the salve into the flesh as he'd seen others do in the past.

Though as Brida spoke about the enemies that had attacked her, Frekr's eyes glazed over ever so slightly as he thought back to his own losses. To Vekel's, and Vigr's, and Gren's, and Hati's. So many of them seemed to suffer a constant stream of defeats. They kept talking about protecting him, but really, all he wanted was to Protect them. To make life here better.

"Life can always be better." He finds himself mumbling, a sort of Mantra.
(Frekr Gullmunr)
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[18:59] {Item} You drop Lax Essence.
[18:59] {Item} You drop Tomato Soup.
[18:59] {Item} You picked up Tomato Soup. Dropped by Frekr Gullmunr..
[18:59] {Item} You drop Tomato Soup.
[18:59] {Item} You picked up Tomato Soup. Dropped by Frekr Gullmunr..
[18:59] {Item} You drop Tomato Soup.
[18:59] {Item} You picked up Tomato Soup. Dropped by Frekr Gullmunr..
[18:59] Skoll stands by with his arms crossed over his chest and bone arms just absolutely boolin' at his sides. He actually wasn't going to be the one to ask just what happened. He figured that it had been an attack by monsters given that their signature occult energy had caused the wound to reek of the mire. He'd already been irritated by the thought so Brida explaining it only seems to anger him further.

"Next time yu' go round there, let me know. We'll hunt in a pack n' make sure ta' take 'dey heads." he spoke with an aggressive seriousness.

Skoll watches Frekr apply the lax essence and gives it time to settle in before he pulls in closer to the injured girl and raises his hand. One of the bone arms reaches out to slowly take the jar from Frekr. He wasn't rude enough to snatch it. That would be... well... rude. Instead it just grasps it and pulls it away without much warning.

From his arm sprouts dozens of those tendrils of his. It would have probably been a common sight by now. the largest of these tendrils dipped into the lax container and infused themselves with it while feeding it into the smaller ones. They would then start to sprout varous bone shapes from the tips, creating various medical tools require for the procedure.

"Normally I'd just fix it up real quick with magic, but for now Ah'll show yu' th' standard way, yeah?" choosing not to waste much more time, he begins. Multiple tendrils descend upon Brida's leg and gently position it. Afterwards, they'd wrap around the limb and keep it imposition. THe worst part of working on conscious patients was subtle reflexive movements of tensing of muscle that might make the surgery harder. One fix was using something to hold her leg in place; the lax infused tendrils in contact with her limb further numbing it.

Another tendrils comes down, tipped with a scalpel, and begins to cut along the knee. It might have been an odd sensation, but it would only be the start. "Yu'll find most people like ta bleed when cut. Crazy, yeah? Ganna have ta stop that." hands gesture to several smaller tendrils that swarm into and start to apply clamps that regulate the bleeding while another acts to collect excess blood. A couple more pull in to hold the skin open to reveal all the nice fleshy bits beneath.

Well, nice probably wasn't the best word for this situation since they'd instead reveal nice fleshy bits littered with bone fragments of a smashed knee. "Ganna want ta collect all the fragments n put em back together like a puzzle, Aye. Normally the smaller ones can be discarded, but Ah'm here so I can work with those too so jus' leave the smallest ones to me." He beckoned Frekr closer.

In any normal medical field, it might have been frowned upon to let a newbie help with surgery to this degree.... but Skoll was a good father that wanted to see his children prosper. Besides, he could quickly fix any mistakes Frekr might make. "Carefully reconstruct the knee. Take care fer the tendons above n' below n' all the soft flesh bits around it. Once yu do dat, yu' ganna wanna keep it help in place. Can use normal wire n' screws or in yer case: Magic." metal magic would come in handy for situations that called for something to be held in place.

He'd further instruct Frekr along and anywhere he noticed the mans eyes wander, Skoll would begin to instruct him of the particular area and what it did for the leg. He would then do as he said and stand alongside Frekr, working to mend the smallest bone fragments back in with the larger ones and then allowing Frekr to take it from there.
(Skoll Kveld)
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[18:59] Frekr gave a curt nod to Skolls initial words, feeling much the same it seemed. He wasn't the type to go off half-cocked like Vigr or Vekel, but hunting in a pack? That sounded like something he could get behind.

But such thoughts quickly flee as the treatment continues.

Frekr's eyes watch carefully, noting how Skoll held the leg firmly in place with those Lax infused tendrils of his - something Frekr would have some difficulty replicating with his own magic, but could likely manage if needed. Then his ears perk up as the Ookami medic continues, talking about cuts and bleeding.

The young Vanir might have laughed under other circumstances, but not now, no. At the moment he was single-mindedly focused on doing his part and learning what he can from the experienced doctor, Skoll MD. So it was that Frekr watches with keen interest as tendrils are employed as clamps and other such tools to control the blood flow to the region and pull apart other fleshy bits as needed.

When Skoll urges him to take part in the surgery? Frekr's eyes go wide but he doesn't protest, only nodding and leaning in closer. This is what he'd wanted, wasn't it? To help. To make things better.

So, extending the golden limb he'd used to apply the Lax Essence before, Frekr puts all his focus into not only seeing the wound and his vestigial limb, but also feeling the mana flowing all around him. Something he knew to do, at least in the most basic sense from his work as an Artificer and Runesmith.

Carefully, he split the metal limb into several smaller ones at the end, and each of those smaller limbs formed tiny gold fingers that could grip and pull with a precision his own fleshy fingers never could. Carefully he'd grasp and rearrange the shattered bone, holding them together for Skoll to mend before moving on to the next piece of the puzzle. It was strange - in a way, this was very much like welding pieces of metal, with Skoll's assistance at least.

Frekr wondered if he could accomplish a similar result using the gold he favored as a medium for his magic? Afterall, he knew it wasn't toxic from his work as an Alchemist. You could even eat it, if you really wanted to. And as if to confirm his thoughts, Skoll chimed in and practically put them into words.

After some time though, the puzzle seemed to be complete, held together by tiny golden wires like stitches created from Frekr's Metal magic and Skoll's own Bone magic. "How's that?"
(Frekr Gullmunr)
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[18:59] {Item} You drop Maki Roll.
[18:59] {Item} You drop Maki Roll.
[18:59] {Item} You drop Maki Roll.
[18:59] {Item} You picked up Maki Roll. Dropped by Frekr Gullmunr..
[18:59] {Item} You picked up Maki Roll. Dropped by Frekr Gullmunr..
[18:59] {Item} You picked up Maki Roll. Dropped by Frekr Gullmunr..
[18:59] Skoll would stand by for the most part. Whatever Frekr needed actual assistance with could be done by his tendrils alone. The wolf looked on like a grumpy, but very proud father as the younger Vanir began to put Brida's knee back together. "Normally injuries like this cause pretty bad damage to the surrounding tissue as well." a bone arm gestures to the muscle being held apart for free access to the knee.

"If yu' wanna care fer that 'den yu' can, but Magi can heal that enough on dey own. Feeding in some of yer mana normally does enough fer shit like dat." he gives a faint nod and releases short bursts of mana into the surrounding flesh and as he does, the bleeding is even further regulated.

After Frekr finishes up and poses his question, Skoll pulls in and looks on at the rebuilt knee. "Mh. Good work." it seemed like everything was put back together well enough to heal back on its own. "Could cause some irritation later so make sure ta check back in wit the patient, aye?" another nod. He wouldn't want Brida running around with the discomfort of metal scraping around in there later, though it might give her a mean knee drop. Brida the Metal Knee.

"Now 'den." a bone cylinder is produced from the wolf's arm and two tendrils work to spool blood thread around it. It seemed to have the consistency of normal sutures. Afterwards, he'd provide Frekr with the require tools for stitching up the wound. "Now 'den" he hold his own arm arm and proceeds to slash down his own flesh. There was a distict lack of bleeding considering the nature of his magic. "Yer ganna stitch 'er up wit dis." he'd hand over the bloo sutures as well and then begin closing up the girl's knee, a few tendrils remaining to keep everything in place.

While those tendrils prepped Brida's knee for the finishing touches, two bone arms would move over the slash created on Skoll and begin to slowly stitch it closed, each step explained to Frekr by the wolf. It would have, again, probably been a bad idea to lean a real surgery up to a beginner, but he could fix it if anything went wrong... hopefully.

"Follow my instructions and go on n' close 'er up. When yer done yu' ganna want to clean and treat it a final time. Wrap it up n' cast it."

Frekr would notice that those blood sutures given to him would fuse into the flesh and further seal up the area as he went along.
(Skoll Kveld)
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[18:59] As Skoll mentions irritation, Frekr nods and replies quickly. "Aye, thought 'bout that but, dunnae think it'll be an issue. Gold is soft, softer than bone, in fact. Worse case scenario it might end up fusin' or dissolvin' but I made th' wire as thin as I could t' keep th' discomfort minimal."

Working as an Artificer meant he already had a mind for that much. Inside or out, you didn't want metal rubbing the wrong way afterall. "But I'll check in, as y' say." He' adds after a moment, lest he gave Skoll a poor impression.

Then, it was back to work. The mana added to the muscles to encourage healing was nothing he hadn't seen before. It was something he'd experienced first hand many times. How exactly he'd go about the process himself remained to be seen - but one technique at a time.

For now, Skoll was... Producing sutures from his own magically woven blood. This Frekr hadn't seen before. Not consciously, at least. But it was smart, this would mean the sutures would naturally dissolve as Brida healed. Frekr wondered if he could replicate that sort of thing using Alchemy or his own Metal Magic in the future.

But no sooner than his mind begun to wander Frekr brings it back to focus, using his little metal extensions to begin working quickly, forming needles that can flow around angles and bends. Frekr was sweating at this point. He'd never used his magic so delicately for so long before, but it felt good. It felt right.

He was helping Brida, he was helping Skoll, and he was improving himself. Even if he hadn't learned to think of Little Vanir and it's people as part of his Hoard, he could have selfishly justified this act as a means to spread his Influence and prove his worth to Garljing.

It was then Frekr realized that despite the pain he himself was in, and despite the situation that had brough them here, he was smiling as he worked. Because he could Fix it. It gave him Hope for the future...

But then, before he knew it Frekr was done. The stitches were neat, though perhaps a little more tightly grouped than they needed to be - afterall Frekr had only stitched together clothing before. That wasn't a terrible thing either though.

If Skoll gave Frekr the approval to continue and finish the work, he would. Cleaning the area as delicately as he can, though he finds himself beginning to go light headed from the exertion and his own wounds - he pushes on without letting it show - until finally he gently weaves together a cast resembling a web from some Iron he kept on his person for situations where Gold just wouldn't suffice. It was light despite the material, but would keep her leg braced and supported and allow the skin to breathe.

Several improvements over the improvised cast he'd made for himself - all things he'd thought about after the fact, and saw fit to put into practice here. How convenient!
(Frekr Gullmunr)
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[18:59] * You have been awarded 3 Roleplay Points! *
[18:59] Though her knee might've been numbed by both lax and magic, there's without a doubt still that feeling of uncomfortableness that comes as a result. Her knees cut open, after all! The feeling of leg split open and held with a vice leaves her grimacing, but she keeps her eye tightly closed.

She thinks about something else. Anything else. The battle with Dok? Her first ever triumph? It's one that leaves a touch of a smile upon her face. To relieve that moment over and over- that final strike that saw the towering creature felled...

Again and again, she plays it on repeat inside her head- her proudest moment, even if she was defeated just moments after. She proved herself, didn't she? Proved that she wasn't as easy a picking as the Mire made herself out to be.

Minutes passed, leading shortly into an hour. Or was it two? She lost track of time, swimming in her own thoughts.

But she's patient. She's waiting. Soon? All that fidgeting, stitching, and casting would be done and Skoll would say the magic word. She's waiting with baited breath- waiting until she doesn't have to feel that horrid feeling anymore.

But at least she wasn't entirely in pain anymore!
(Brida)
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[18:59] Vigr Dyr says, "Here. I'm getting a little tired."
[18:59] Therias quietly plants himself at the edge of the room, close enough to watch the ongoing situation, but far enough away to give the trio of Vanir their space.
(Therias Wyst)
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[18:59] SKoll nodded along to Frekr's explanation. "Mh, good shit." he was a hunter experienced in the biological makeup of many creatures and what made them tick. He had never thought of the application of such metal works in the medical field. As far as normal technique went; metal wires, screws and staples were all pretty normal stuff and happened to be things that one needed to check up on.

WIth the Vanir's intelligent application of his own knowledge, things would surely go much smoother for his career as a medic. It was always nice to have smart ones around. "Mh, do so." it still wouldn't hurt for him to check up on his kin. Might give them even more reason to chat and bond.

And then for the most part, Skoll stood back and watched Frekr go to work. Over time, his tendrils and bones arms would retract into his body. The only thing left of his magic would be a crimson orb that he looked over for a moment before solidifying it. Inside of that sphere: Brida's extracted blood and miniscule bone fragments alongside any contaminants removed from her body during the procedure. As the ball of blood hardened into a scarlet gem, text was etched on the side:

Brida: Busted Kneecap

When Frekr brings the procedure to a close, Skoll pulls up by his side and examines the stitching before it is wrapped and cast. A hand is brought up to Frekr's head. He could smell the exhaustion from the man, the screaming of torn muscle and ripped tendons. A faint smile came to his face while he gives a singular pat to Frekr's noggin.

"Y'did good. Now get in bed so Ah can fix ye up." The wolf sense of smell was far more than great enough to tell the Vanir's state; and even so he had worked hard over these two hours to finish the surgery. Fortunately, he could go back to his normal routine so it didn't take as long. While waiting for Frekr to get in bed, Skoll moves over to the bedside to give a headpat to Brida as well. "You too, kid; good job. Leg should be good to go."
(Skoll Kveld)
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[18:59] Frekr nods to Skoll's words before hobbling back to the nearest bed and practically collapsing into it. As he lay there, he realized just what a state he was in. Panting, practically gasping with each breath, sweaty and nauseous from the pain of his own wounds. But even so, a smile is on his face. "Sorry y' got stuck w' an upstart like me as y' hospitalier, Brida. Jus' knock me upside th' head if th' knee gives y' any problems."

With that said, he'd let his head lay on the pillow and release the mana binding his own casts, allowing stone and metal to simply crumble away so Skoll could get a clear look at the damage the Ogre had done to him.
(Frekr Gullmunr)