An Tiarna Dubh
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jan 9, 2016 21:49:50 GMT -8
*Entering An Tiarna quietly kneels beside Mórrígan & begins to speak in a rhythmic voice*
Sé do bheatha, a Mhuire,
atá lán de ghrásta,
Tá an Tiarna leat.
Is beannaithe thú idir mná,
Agus is beannaithe toradh do bhroinne, Íosa.
A Naomh-Mhuire, a Mháthair Dé,
guigh orainn na peacaigh,
anois, agus ar uair ár mbáis.
Amen....
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Mórrígan Dubh
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Jan 9, 2016 22:00:44 GMT -8
*Head bowed and hands clasped Mórrígan does not move an in as the old man enters kneels and speaks. Holding her place she mutters out while touching head, heart then both shoulders forming a cross*
"I n-ainm an athar, agus an mhic, agus an sprid naoimh, áiméin."
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An Tiarna Dubh
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Post by An Tiarna Dubh on Jan 9, 2016 22:08:38 GMT -8
*An Tiarna stood to his feet barking out as he turned & slowly walked out*
'Maith go leor! Done with praying; now we may have to do some killing.... Do that much more naturally' (That's if my color blind manipulation of font has yet to drop somebody)
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Post by Mórrígan Dubh on Jan 13, 2016 19:22:22 GMT -8
*Mórrígan strolls in with her coffee just for a peek. She talks as she walks *
"Spooky! This I can dig. Ahhh.... Elvis you are the man!"
*Eyes grow thin as she mumbles to herself*
"Self... This place reminds me of Uncle Inky... comforting yet strange all the same."
*And an agonizing stretch later of snooping around (maybe scoffing a thing here and there), sets her coffee cup down and splits as if into thin air*
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Post by Deleted on Feb 8, 2016 4:39:57 GMT -8
*A face that not even a mother could appears*
"Ellllvvviiisss.... AAhhhh UH=hh Hhuuhh HHHuh... Ya Ya"
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Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Aug 8, 2018 22:02:15 GMT -8
So walk along they did, allowing the feet to lead the way and the mind to be still they found themselves at doorway. The massive dog stood in front of Maureen eyeing the entrance suspiciously. Boland too glared suspiciously at the portal. Grace conversely stepped forward throwing the door wide open and walked inside without a drop of hesitation. One, two, three paces inside she stopped cold. Grace noticed that she could see her own breath. The rest followed behind, the wolfhound first, the child behind him then Boland, who halted at the woman's left side. The Raven already ominously circled high above
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Rhiannon Danu
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Post by Rhiannon Danu on Aug 8, 2018 22:18:55 GMT -8
Walking with her new comrades Rhiannon could feel her bones stiffen and pain as they approached the Shadow Realm. She muttered
-Rhiannon-
"Cursed osteoarthritis!"
The words had scarcely left her lips when she realised what was encouraging the pain but did not speak. Like the others she too would have held back but Grace's move pressed her own bold side on and she followed beside the woman and ahead o all the others, except as she noticed the bird. She stood, head held high at the right side of Grace
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Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Aug 8, 2018 22:57:06 GMT -8
Boland dropping a pack of matches turned to the left stepping out and snatching it so eloquently one might come to the conclusion that the man had fought in a ring before. Swinging her head to see what Boland was doing Grace felt a odd strong tug on the left hand. Pain then shot violently up her left arm. Wincing her face contorted, much of the left being a ghost movement akin to that a person gets when they feel a leg long amputated move. Her first thought was that she was having a heart attack but she quickly realised that the pain was on the outer side of the hand. Casually looking down at what must have been a terrible bite from some small creature Grace did a double take. Her left little finger was cut clean from the hand. Sucking the pain inside she pulled a handkerchief from back pocket with right hand wrapping the left tight and holding fast. Inwardly she prayed that this trail would be over double-quick and they could tend to this wound
Noticed the woman's hand taking it gently in his own Boland spoke calm and low
-Boland-
"Rhiannon... we may need your help. Now."
As the finger flipped in the air the Hound darted out like lightening catching it before it was lost in the eerie thick Shadows that crept up from the hidden surface at their feet. The dog turning placed digit into Maureen's open hands. She gazed wide eyed and mouth agape
-Maureen-
"Grace... did you lose this finger?"
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Post by Rhiannon Danu on Aug 8, 2018 23:51:38 GMT -8
Hearing the call from Boland with a tender ear Rhiannon, assessing the whole situation in a heartbeat was on-top of Grace like white on rice. Holding the hand up she continued applying pressure to the wound. And from there they went
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Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Aug 9, 2018 18:07:36 GMT -8
Slipping it from shoulders and rummaging through his backpack tossed a white facecloth to Maureen and spoke sternly to the child
-Boland-
"Wrap it up gentle in this."
Maureen caught the towel with her left and wrapped the finger in it gently
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Post by Rhiannon Danu on Aug 9, 2018 19:07:58 GMT -8
Rhiannon acted fast. Lightning fast. Many would think cauterization the logical move. In reality that would run a very high possibility of infecting the wound. With that in mind the woman wondered how many people lost an arm to the elbow from improper treatment of such a wound and the subsequent infection. Not trusting sitting on the sick misty surface she began work with Grace standing
-Rhiannon-
“Hold her arm up; hold her still.”
She spoke to the woman as she worked
-Rhiannon-
“I must say dear that I have not enjoyed myself like this in years.”
She did not specify but indeed as much as the whole adventure was a treat, how she did love field nursing. Still looking at Grace, she spoke to Boland
-Rhiannon-
“My pack…. Get the med kit. Clearly marked.”
Holding down hard she readied to start
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Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Aug 9, 2018 19:18:06 GMT -8
Maureen sat quietly watching. She waited. Boland rushed to Rhiannon's pack and began rooting through it violently. The little girl stood and holding the finger with her left took Rhiannon's hand. The child fished around until her hand touched the bleeding stump. Then she lost consciousness. Bedlam followed. Grace tore away from Rhiannon and grabbed the girl before she came near the foggy ground. The Hound and Boland leaped to the scene but backed off as Grace caught Maureen
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Post by Rhiannon Danu on Aug 9, 2018 19:19:55 GMT -8
Watching the woman had catch the child, Rhiannon knew that she had no difficulty with these people. Sentimental mush aside, she forcefully went back to assessing all quickly. The girl in the woman's hands would come next but first....
"The door! Move!"
She then led the way, leading Grace by the hand and out and the others followed
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Post by Twi'leck Triplet Dubh on Aug 16, 2021 15:40:32 GMT -8
Having crept quietly from the exquisite floral arrangement in the room of Chrysanthe, Shakk slipped into.... The.... The girl's breath was taken away. This. This? This was the Room of none other than He who An Tiarna spoke so fondly of: Ernie Ye Shameless Elvis Impersonator hmself! She genuflected, then standing then mumbled -Shakk <<Gotta admit touch cold in here Ernie - no offense>> Genflecting a second time she split before she froze her ass off. "Froze your ass off." She never fully understood that term. Sighing she slipped out the door, not forgetting to pound her little sign into the floor with her trusty hammer The Tale of the Twi'leck Three AN LUCHT SIUIL DHIUBH
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