Giant Muscles Can't Save You From Everything (Darren)

[Sharth]

Spring 68, 511 AV

Sharth had just purchased a cube of Icestone from Iceglaze hold. It was about a foot in length, height, and depth. He intended to practice his carving on it, so he borrowed a chisel set and hammer from the hold. As he was walking to find a place outside, since he preferred to work outdoors. Nature calmed him after all. He spotted an open area beneath a pine tree. As he lumbered over, carrying the block easily, much to the surprise of some of the more naive natives, he felt his right thigh spasm violently. He let out a small roar and dropped to a knee. His thigh was throbbing hard in pain as he dropped the Icestone in the snow. It had been sore ever since his long trip to Avanthal but he figured it was nothing. But now he knew he needed to seek out some assistance. Back home he'd go to a healer and they would massage out the muscle. He didn't know if they had similar individuals here.

A concerned Vantha woman came over, her eyes shifting from crystal blue to a more reserved emerald. She said some Vani words he didn't understand. He responded with some words he managed to pick up since he'd arrived. In broken Vani, Please. Help. Pain. Where? The woman smiled and pointed in the distance, and replied in Vani, "Whitevine Hold" She smiled at him and looked down at him with kind eyes. He pushed himself up to a standing position supporting himself on his good leg. He picked up the Icestone and tucked if under his arm. He smiled at the woman and said in Vani, "Thanks. You."

He limped slowly, painfully toward Whitevine Hold. Each step caused him to wince. He considered dropping to all fours but he would be able to carry his Icestone then. So he gritted his teeth and fought through the pain. He walked for nearly thirty chimes, the pain in his leg increasing. He finally came upon Whitevine hold. He entered the first floor, looking around for anyone when his leg gave out once more. He dropped hard to his knee again, roaring in pain loudly. His thigh was visibly spasming now, his face contorted in pain.

[Darren]

Darren was spending most of the day as an assistant for the other people in the hold. Just dealing in minor things such as organizing the supplies, taking inventory, running small errands, mostly busywork oneway or another. Taking a leisurely pace in his work he was caught off guard what looked to be a gorilla in the middle. "Hey dad! There's a giant gorilla next to the front door" he shouted in a sober tone, before placing the office supplies in the front desk. "Bring him in" a voice called out from beyond the hall. "Right..." he replied unenthusiastically at the hectic task added to his schedule. After arranging the quills, parchments and ink in the repective places he walked quickly to Sharth favoring his left leg. "Alrighty...then" he said taking a moment to consider what to do. It looked to Darren that the gorilla was much to heavy for him to carry, but the animal seemed to be in pain nonetheless. They needed a vet he thought, taking a list out looking for some open vets. "Wait a minute..." he thought aloud as he suddenly realized what was going on. It is a native from the Spires! He stood back, his face mixed in wonder and curiosity at Sharth. The face given to him didn't look at all to cordial as he finally realized where the source of his pain was. The beast's thigh looked to be almost breathing on it's own, he looked at the injury wondering what small miracle this Jamoura must have performed to make it's way here on it's own. His eyes shifting into a recessive red indicating he finally understood what he had to do. Putting the giant lug's arm over his back he helped Sharth hopple over to his father so they can help with his injury. A sense of duty helped urge him on even though his own foot was screaming in protest as he applied more and more pressure to his protesting leg. The walk took the better part of a minute, a seemingly torturing ordeal as Darren finally latched the door open. Taking another step and finally expending the last of his will he haphazardly launched the gorilla at the examination/massage table. A bead of sweat rolling down his forehead as his father turned to look at the latest development. "Oh my...you took your sweet time didn't you my boy?" he said examining his son then Sharth. "Alrighty then... your name? Sifler asked of the gorilla.

[Sharth]

Sharth heard the place erupt in a confusing cacophony of Vani words. The pain in his leg was overwhelming, forcing his knowledge seeking mind to not focus on the words he wished he could understand. He saw a young man approach him and examine him with crimson eyes. He felt the boy attempt to help him up, so Sharth forced his good leg to use it's remaining energy, and lifted his weight up. He had to fight through the pain, because if he fell, he risked injuring the young man. The man led him through a door, when things just went bad.

The boy was suddenly gone from providing Sharth support. He attempted to catch himself but he was falling at an awkward angle. He put his arm out to grab the table but it just crumpled beneath his massive weight. He found himself sprawled out atop the destroyed table. What kind of medical person would throw a patient down? Sharth struggled and rolled out of the heap of scraps, growling in pain. He tried to calm himself and said in common, "I'm very heavy, my leg is injured. Can you help?"

[Darren]

Sifler watched the table crumple beneath the Jamoura's weight, just watching with a less then amused face as he looked back at Darren. "You two might have to pay for that" he said simply as he turned to diagnosis his patient. "Yes you are Mr. Jamoura. Don't worry we'll be able to fix that up with relative ease. Don't worry your suffering will be put to an end. Darren keep watch over the patient while I find Seiled and get some supplies" he said as he quickly made his exit. The chagrin on Darren's face was easily seen as he waved to his father. "Alright, I await your response" he replied softly as he turned to face Sharth. Okay, so let's try not wasting anymore furniture... he mused as he exited the room. He was gone for almost a full chime before he came back with a bundle of clothes and furs in his arms. "Sit down please." He put down some of the furs and clothes on the floor next to Sharth before he tried to help ease him into a decent bedding of the soft fabric. "Okay that should suffice for now" he told himself as he went back to his father's desk. He found himself a soothing balm within a few moments as he kept tabs on the Jamoura's condition. This should be it... he muttered as he drew a small circular container. He kneeled next to the Jamoura's leg as he applied a meager amount of the ointment to Sharth's thigh. And we'll come out here all fine... And never talk about this he mused silently to himself. Applying the blue ointment in small circles around the Jamoura's thigh Darren's fingers felt the gorilla's fur. Giving a Darren a slightly sickly feeling at the thick furs he moved quickly to end the situation between them. "Alright, now we just have to wait to see if it works" he commented as he gave the Jamoura a curious look. "So...you didn't tell me your name..." he noted, taking a step back to take a better look at the Jamoura. "My name is Darren, what is yours?" oocItalics are Common