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Another ordinary day on Gobaith, if you can classify a day on Gobaith as ordinary.
The people going about their usual business, the most oft visited place, the campfire had its usual lazy campers.

But on this particular day, not far from the campfire was a stranger to the island, and a fairly well known lizardman called Zehshirr. After a few minutes of whispered conversation, an obviously lizardfolken hiss was immited by the stranger, both the stranger and Zehshirr drew blades, fighting. Those who had seen Zehshirr fight would know he could not fight nearly as well as he was fighting, the stranger also fought seemingly with much skill.

After a good few minutes of fighting and circling, the fight had moved outside, as the combatants were moving around in a dizzying amount. Zehshirr was gaining an obvious upper hand in the fight but he did not deter in his attacks. Suddenly, the stranger darted behind Zehshirr, in the blink of an eye, his sword was planted into Zehshirrs back. He tugged his sword out and promptly threw down a portal book and getting away.

Zehshirr now lay on the floor, the wound would seem fatal to even the most idiotic medico, though he still had some time left on illarion, it seemed to not be much longer.



((Apparently i'll get killed if i kill off Zehshirr, so he's just gotten alot roughed up, but not dead. Thanks for crapping on me Tia))

S'rrt strolls down the street in his thoughts, only to stop and yell Zehshirr's name and something in lizardish as he runs to his corpse. He lifts his head by the neck, looking over his body frantically.

"[liz] Brother, talk to me! Open yer eyess! [/liz] Help!! Ssomebody pleaze help! Medico!"

S'rrt starts digging a healing potion from his bag, lowering Zehshirr's head while he spills it over his wound to no avail.

zach draws his swords and yells his name as he sees zehshirr fall to the ground he run to his body he also notices s'rrt also coming he looks to the portal that the man ran through he guards s'rrt wile he tries to help zehshirr

Stefan runs to join the already expanding group of people, dropping to one of his knees by the lizard's seemingly broken body. He mutters some violent curse as he runs his eyes over his fallen friend, frowning darkly as he sees a spreading pool of blood. "Bloody Hellbriar Zehshirr..." He seems lost for any other words as he continues to curse in a low tone, simply shaking his head as he tries to slip his arms under his body, lifting him slightly to make him more comfortable. "Take it easy.. you'll be just fine.." He lets loose a heavy sigh, hoping desperately for a response.

((at the constant bitching of a certain friend, i'll give a chance for Zehshirr to not die. I just gotta decide. so here goes.))

As the arms slip under him, his eyes shoot open. A yelp escapes his lips, followed closely by a slightly relaxed sigh. He looks around him slightly as if looking for something. "did.. did i win?" After a few seconds, he notices the stab wound in his stomach. "guesss not.." his head lolls down again, he seems to still be awake but likely exhausted and in extreme pain.

*A woman walks with purpose, eyes alert and constantly searching her surroundings when she happens upon an assorted cluster of people. Picking up on the desparate mood, she decides to stop and inquire. She makes her way gently through the small crowd before spying the injured lizard. Scanning the scene quickly she finds no treatment underway and kneels down as she opens her medico kit.*

I'm a druid. Can I help?

*She speaks soothingly in a soft tone as she rests a comforting hand on the lizard.*

((He's not gonna die, yer infact one of the reason i decided not to kill him))

Zehshirr, hearing the womans voice lifts his head weakly and looks to her. "That lookss like a very," stops to cough violently for a second. "It looksss like a very deep hole.. feelss the ssame way, you think you can treat that?"

Before she could respond his head fell downwards again from exhaustion.

"We sshould get him to the hosspital to treat him. I'll get uss a medico to help you, misss. Help me out here.."
S'rrt goes to take Zehshirr by his arms.
((isn't this kind of pointless now that he ISN'T dying? we all know he's going to be treated in the hospital and has to stay there for a while, yada yada))

((agreed.))

Some time later Zehshirr found himself in the hospital, surrounded by a few die-hard friends, thanks to the help of a medico he hadn't yet met he was saved. After saying their goodbyes he was alone lying in the hospital, reminiscing on how his brashness and stupidity had gotten him into this predicament.

((may as well lock.))