Helping the Gortok


A Magicker helps a injured Gortok left for dead after an attack by a
hunter
 
To the west is North Road.
[Very far]
A large, mangy gortok lies here mortally wounded, on the verge of death.
[Far]
Nothing.
[Near]
Nothing.

North Road [NESW]
 
The downy-haired female half-elf has arrived from the north, riding a
yellow sunback lizard.
 
North Road [NESW]
 
North Road [ESW]
A large, mangy gortok lies here mortally wounded, on the verge of death.
 
The figure in a desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak wearing a thin,
grey-sandcloth facewrap glances over his shoulder, peering to the east
 
East of here is North Road.
[Very far]
Nothing.
[Far]
Nothing.
[Near]
A yellow sunback lizard stands here, carrying the downy-haired female
half-elf o
n his back.
 
The downy-haired female half-elf has arrived from the east, riding a
yellow sunback lizard.
 
A yellow sunback lizard walks west, carrying the downy-haired female
half-elf on his back.
 
The figure in a desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak wearing a thin,
grey-sandcloth facewrap lowers a hand to his belt, taking forth a small blade.
 
You get a black, double-fanged dagger from a desert-colored sandcloth
greatcloak.
It is very light.
 
You brandish the dagger.
 
You think:
"Perhaps I shall end this creatures suffering.."
 
With a faint sigh escaping his lips, you say, in sirihish:
     "Who would hurt a creature and leave it to suffer.. hunting for
sport, and hunting for survival are two different things."
 
North Road [ESW]
A large, mangy gortok lies here mortally wounded, on the verge of death.
 
You think:
"Maybe I could help this creature.. he's suffered enough."
 
The figure in a desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak wearing a thin,
grey-sandcloth facewrap peers down at a large, mangy gortok for a short moment,
kneeling down at its side as he sheathes his blade into his cloak.
 
You sit down.
 
You lower the hood of a desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak.
 
Your new ldesc is:
The male wearing a thin, grey-sandcloth facewrap kneel here, tending to 
a gortok
 
Whispering quietly, you say, in sirihish:
     "It's okay fella.. I'll help ya out.. just don't move alright."
 
North Road [ESW]
A large, mangy gortok lies here mortally wounded, on the verge of death.
 
The figure in a desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak wearing a thin,
grey-sandcloth facewrap's attention drifts from a large, mangy gortok for a short
moment as he surveys the landscape around himself.
 
To the east is North Road.
[Very far]
Nothing.
[Far]
Nothing.
[Near]
Nothing.
 
South of here are Scrub Plains.
[Far]
Nothing.
[Near]
Nothing.
 
To the west is North Road.
[Very far]
Nothing.
[Far]
Nothing.
[Near]
Nothing.
 
The giant crimson sun sets low in the west.
Gleaming silver, the white moon Lirathu crests above the dunes.
 
North Road [ESW]
A large, mangy gortok lies here mortally wounded, on the verge of death.
 
The figure in a desert-colored sandcloth greatcloak wearing a thin,
grey-sandcloth facewrap half-rises to his feet.
 
You stand up.
 
Waving his hands over the creature as he speaks, you ask, in sirihish:
     "I'm sorry friend.. but I'm gonna have to make sure ya don't try
anything on me, kay?"

The male wearing a thin, grey-sandcloth facewrap waving his hands over a
large, mangy gortok as he utters a hushed phrase, water droplets seemingly
accumulate to the areas about him. The temperature falling dramatically as the warm
breeze dulls to a sudden coolness
 
Mist surrounds you as you call upon the power of Vivadu.
 
A large, mangy gortok appears to be calmed.
 
You think:
"Well.. at least I know I'll be safe now." 
 
The male wearing a thin, grey-sandcloth facewrap places his hands down
onto a large, mangy gortok, observing a few puncture wounds with a sigh as he
notices a broken arrow lodged into its side.
 
You intently scan the area.
 
Peering over the wounds before speaking, the tip of his dagger digging
into a wound to retrieve the flint tip of an arrow, you say, in sirihish:
 
     "You'll be fine in just a moment friend.. just lie still."
 
This wild cur-dog has a poor hide, ranging in color from lighter browns
to blacks and reds.  The fur has patches missing, perhaps pulled out in
brutal fights with other gortok or potential prey, or lost to mange and other
diseases or parasites.  Its head and neck are thick and massive, with nasty yellow
teeth set in very powerful jaws.  Its legs are almost comically long and thin
in comparison, though better designed for loping along through the scrub. 
On occasion, it makes an eerie sound somewhere between a yelp and a howl as
it sniffs around in search of meat.
 
A large, mangy gortok looks near death.
 
The male wearing a thin, grey-sandcloth facewrap begins a quiet phrase,
swirls of cold air circling about his form.
 
Mist surrounds you as you call upon the power of Vivadu.
 
Ok.
 
You heal a large, mangy gortok.
 
A large, mangy gortok wounds heal as your magick does its work.
 
North Road [ESW]
A large, mangy gortok is here, glaring around hungrily.
 
As he steps away, you say to a large, mangy gortok, in sirihish:
 
     "Now.. go rest up.. Watch where you wander next time aye, these
roads are not safe."
 
The male wearing a thin, grey-sandcloth facewrap makes his way down the
road as the large, mangy gortok limps from the road's path.