**** BEGIN LOGGING AT Fri Oct 31 07:35:34 2025 Oct 31 07:35:34 * Morgan (~madisonst@192.168.1.129) has joined Oct 31 07:41:19 * Morgan has quit (Quit: This computer has gone to sleep) Oct 31 21:16:24 * Morgan (~madisonst@192.168.1.129) has joined Oct 31 21:17:22 * Molly (~u931732@192.168.1.101) has joined Oct 31 21:18:00 **He sees and hears no sign of any. He'd choose to be stabbed ten times rather than the thirst that makes him want to tear at his own tongue. If he thought there was any hope that he could piss, he'd possibly even drink that. HH would laugh at Morgan drinking his own piss to rescue him, for sure. Oct 31 21:18:00 * Morgan swears, looking for fruit trees Oct 31 21:18:00 *He doesn’t see anything that is still growing at this time of year. He's probably going to have to patch up and then rest, but first a little more distance, then food and water. His mouth is so dry that his tongue feels rug-like, his lips cracked and sore. He tramps through the trees, grateful at least that the signs of wind and sky means it's not the Schwarzenwald. Oct 31 21:18:02 * Morgan keeps moving, putting distance behind him Oct 31 21:18:04 **the walking is so tiring, his body achy and running on empty. He constantly has one desperate ear out for running water. He finds a decent dense corpse of trees where rest would be possible* Oct 31 21:18:07 * Morgan sets about getting it suitable before looking to patch himself up Oct 31 21:18:09 *He’s doing this when he suddenly hears a noise from further into it* Oct 31 21:18:13 * Morgan stops utterly still Oct 31 21:18:15 *it sounds like a person, a woman even, making a dazed sort of groan, followed by her saying in Eisen* Oh… okay… where the fuck are we? Do I have a Lantern? Ah yes… *there's a little bit of light up ahead, low but unmissable* Oct 31 21:18:19 * Morgan moves quietly toward the sound Oct 31 21:19:34 *He hears her moving around* Oct 31 21:20:57 * Morgan puts on a Wische accent Oct 31 21:20:59 Who's there? Oct 31 21:21:36 Oh! Umm... My name is Molly. Who are you? Oct 31 21:22:51 What are you doing here? Oct 31 21:23:12 You didn’t answer my question. Oct 31 21:23:34 Correct... what are you doing here? Oct 31 21:23:55 * Molly sounds like she’s moving towards him, but he can only see the brightening light Oct 31 21:24:11 Why is that your business? Oct 31 21:24:50 * Morgan moves sideways quietly Oct 31 21:25:37 * Molly keeps coming, but asks “hello?” in response to the silence Oct 31 21:25:57 Have you got any water? Oct 31 21:26:52 **She gets into his line of sight, but can’t see him. The dark-red-haired woman holding a Lantern looks unarmed. Her outfit tells him little, it's neither noble nor peasant-like. But the most surprising thing is how when he looks at her face his heart skips a beat and then thuds harder and faster than before. She's gorgeous, around his age, and definitely pregnant* Oct 31 21:27:03 Umm... I’m not sure Oct 31 21:29:47 * Morgan sighs Oct 31 21:29:51 How can you not be sure? Oct 31 21:30:59 *theres a pause* Well, I lost my dog, and then tripped over. I don’t know if I still have a flask. Show yourself, and I will check Oct 31 21:31:29 * Molly does start feeling her cloak, and then takes a bag from her back Oct 31 21:33:41 * Morgan grips a dagger, moving into her line of sight Oct 31 21:34:27 *she looks him over, frowning with puzzlement. He must look awful, but at least he's not got trousers containing excrement on anymore* Why are you wearing…? Oct 31 21:35:04 What? Oct 31 21:35:41 *Her pretty face becomes both alarmed and horrified at the sight of him* A Vaticine Uniform... Oct 31 21:36:23 * Morgan nods Oct 31 21:36:24 It is Oct 31 21:37:05 * Molly searches his expression before saying “Oh god… okay…” she seems to think a moment Oct 31 21:40:17 * Morgan watches her Oct 31 21:40:39 *he notices her pinch her arm hard through her cloak Oct 31 21:41:21 What are you doing? Oct 31 21:41:40 * Molly looks back to him “This all feels like a bad dream, doesn't it? Like maybe you'll just wake up? *but it doesn't, it feels horribly real with the pain and the thirst* Oct 31 21:43:22 * Morgan shakes his head Oct 31 21:43:29 No... no it feels very real to me Oct 31 21:43:45 * Molly watches him a long moment with a sad expression Oct 31 21:44:04 Alright then... Do you think there’s any danger coming? Oct 31 21:44:23 I don't know... I haven't seen anyone else Oct 31 21:44:30 * Molly nods Oct 31 21:44:56 That’s a relief Oct 31 21:45:40 * Molly looks around, spotting a denser patch of trees “Over there then, I think there’s better shelter there” Oct 31 21:46:03 * Morgan nods Oct 31 21:46:21 * Molly starts walking that way as if she just assumes he’ll follow her Oct 31 21:46:34 * Morgan follows her slowly Oct 31 21:48:02 * Molly glances behind her “Am I going too fast?” Oct 31 21:49:22 A little Oct 31 21:50:25 I am sorry *she slows down, looking around before whistling as if calling a dog* Oct 31 21:51:27 * Morgan frowns, looking around Oct 31 21:51:59 *he hears nothing except her sigh* Like that, is it... wonderful(!) Oct 31 21:54:25 *they get to the bit she was aiming for. The ground looks soft and dry with thick fallen leaves, and the branches above are quite dense. It’s much darker now, it’s lucky she had a lantern Oct 31 21:55:28 What sort of dog? Oct 31 21:56:42 * Molly sets the lantern on the ground before kneeling beside it. Her belly makes that look a little challenging Oct 31 21:56:59 He’s big and black with some tan, long fur Oct 31 21:57:13 * Morgan nods, watching her Oct 31 21:57:23 * Molly looks up at him Oct 31 21:57:33 You should sit, you look exhausted Oct 31 21:58:46 * Morgan nods, all but collapsing to the ground Oct 31 21:59:15 * Molly watches this sadly, empathy making her expression look pained Oct 31 21:59:39 What injuries do you have? Oct 31 22:00:38 I don't know Oct 31 22:01:49 * Molly nods, taking a deep breath and squaring her shoulders Oct 31 22:02:15 Alright then... I suspect we’ll be here a while, let’s see what we have to work with... Oct 31 22:02:38 * Morgan watches her suspiciously Oct 31 22:03:18 * Molly smiles a little “There’s little point in giving me such a look, I’m afraid, it seems you’ve little other option right now” Oct 31 22:06:00 * Morgan nods, sighing Oct 31 22:06:25 * Molly nods, opening the bag and taking things out one by one Oct 31 22:09:01 Tinder box, okay... *she takes out a tiny flask, barely above two tablespoons, then opens and sniffs it* Hmm, cheap whiskey... Bandages, that’s good... Tin with needles and thread... gloves... hmm... *she tips out the now empty bag* Seriously?! No water?! Oct 31 22:12:13 * Morgan sighs looking dejected Oct 31 22:13:05 * Molly mutters something in what sounds like it could be a sort-of Montaigne, and is certainly very bad language from the tone alone Oct 31 22:15:06 * Morgan coughs, putting the knife away Oct 31 22:15:39 Don’t do that, we might yet need it... Oct 31 22:16:00 * Morgan nods a little Oct 31 22:16:21 * Molly closes her eyes a moment, frowning hard Oct 31 22:17:35 What? Oct 31 22:18:20 I was wondering where Bär is, and how to proceed with you Oct 31 22:18:50 You called your dog bär? Oct 31 22:18:58 * Molly smiles Oct 31 22:19:27 Mmm... Unusal isn’t it? *she calls and whistles for the dog, but there’s no sign* Oct 31 22:19:40 * Morgan nods Oct 31 22:19:43 very Oct 31 22:20:10 * Molly looks around before sighing “What we really need is some good hard rain!” Oct 31 22:20:51 * Morgan nods Oct 31 22:21:31 Sadly, I do not think just willing it to happen would work, so we’d best get started with you... Oct 31 22:22:16 * Molly shuffles closer on her knees, bringing the lantern. Her dress fits close to her bump Oct 31 22:23:29 * Morgan watches her Oct 31 22:25:03 * Molly looks at him, close enough to examine him in the low light. She smells lovely, roses and something unplaceable Oct 31 22:25:25 Head to toes then... Does your head hurt? Oct 31 22:26:07 A bit Oct 31 22:26:14 whereabouts? Oct 31 22:26:45 * Morgan touches the back of his head Oct 31 22:27:28 * Molly nods Oct 31 22:27:36 Lean forwards please. Oct 31 22:29:05 * Morgan does so slowly Oct 31 22:29:10 * Molly rises up a little, lantern in one hand, fingers parting his hair with the other. There’s a shock of pain, but it’s a little reduced by the fact all of his vision is filled with cleavage Oct 31 22:29:48 * Morgan draws a hissing breath Oct 31 22:30:33 * Molly sighs “I am so sorry...It will swell and bruise, but no broken skin, so there’s nothing to be done for it” Oct 31 22:31:35 * Morgan nods a little Oct 31 22:32:18 * Molly sits back a little, studying his eyes. Hers are pretty, the low light making the pupils wide and soft looking Oct 31 22:32:30 Headache? Dizziness? Blurred vision? Oct 31 22:33:12 headache Oct 31 22:33:18 * Molly nods Oct 31 22:33:30 Have you been without water and food? Oct 31 22:34:00 * Morgan nods Oct 31 22:34:01 Yes Oct 31 22:35:51 * Molly nods solemnly Oct 31 22:36:26 Alright... Where else hurts? Try to think hard, otherwise I’m going to need to undress you tocheck Oct 31 22:37:33 My mouth, but you won't be able to see... I think I've got a wound on my stomach Oct 31 22:38:14 * Molly nods Oct 31 22:38:23 Is your mouth bleeding still? Oct 31 22:38:54 *it doesn’t seem to be, just extremely dry and also tender* Oct 31 22:39:48 Don't think so... just tender Oct 31 22:40:00 * Molly nods Oct 31 22:40:07 Shirt up. Oct 31 22:40:59 * Morgan gingerly lifts his shirt Oct 31 22:41:16 * Molly winces at seeing it “Oh...” Oct 31 22:42:28 Bad? Oct 31 22:42:51 No, just... worse than I imagined... Oct 31 22:43:06 * Morgan nods a little Oct 31 22:43:28 I am going to clean and stitch it Oct 31 22:44:50 alright Oct 31 22:46:40 * Molly stands up, stretching her lower back with a rub of her belly a few moments. He finds himself wondering what that would feel like, whether the baby’s limbs can be felt, or whether it feels smooth. She says quietly “Asleep, hmm? A few kicks would be nice” Oct 31 22:47:29 * Morgan frowns, watching her Oct 31 22:48:12 * Molly bends down to collect the things to tend him, and is soon knelt beside him Oct 31 22:48:29 This is going to hurt, I’m sorry to say Oct 31 22:50:09 * Morgan nods Oct 31 22:50:13 Thats nothing new Oct 31 22:51:55 * Molly nods, putting a hand unthinkingly on the bare skin of his stomach, near but not touching the painful bit “I’d have you talk to me to distract yourself, but I suspect you cannot tell me the truth anyway” Oct 31 22:53:21 Why's that? Oct 31 22:54:05 * Molly pours a little whiskey on the edge of a bandage Oct 31 22:55:11 You’re in a Vaticine Uniform near a Vaticine camp. They would tend your wounds if you were a Vaticine soldir... Oct 31 22:55:17 soldier * Oct 31 22:55:57 There's a camp nearby? Oct 31 22:56:26 * Molly smiles “Nice try.” She swipes the alcohol across the wound Oct 31 22:57:20 * Morgan hisses Oct 31 22:57:42 * Molly nods “Well done, that bit is hard” Oct 31 22:58:06 I noticed Oct 31 22:58:23 * Molly nods, opening the tin and threading a curved needle Oct 31 22:58:57 I know... you cannot tell me the truth, so how about telling me an outlandish lie, and I can do likewise Oct 31 22:59:27 Uhhh... I'm not in any pain? Oct 31 22:59:47 * Molly laughs, lining up the needle Oct 31 23:00:04 Very good. I’m an Eisen Duchess. Oct 31 23:00:31 Me too Oct 31 23:01:01 * Molly smiles, looking amused as she pushes the needle in Oct 31 23:01:16 I’m twenty years old, and this is my third child Oct 31 23:02:26 * Morgan winces Oct 31 23:03:15 * Molly looks a little sad at this “I’m sorry “ Oct 31 23:04:08 Its necessary Oct 31 23:04:34 * Molly nods “I’ll be quick... how about another outlandish thing?” Oct 31 23:05:12 * Molly makes another neat stitch, pulling the raw flesh together Oct 31 23:05:24 I got that while gardening Oct 31 23:05:34 * Molly laughs Oct 31 23:06:03 In my house, I have a private garden with high walls so I can enjoy the sun fully naked Oct 31 23:06:21 *she makes another in and out of the needle* Oct 31 23:07:21 I've got a donkey with only three legs Oct 31 23:08:39 * Molly giggles at this. Two more stitches go in “My first horse was seventeen hands high, and I started riding him bare back aged nine* Oct 31 23:09:15 * Morgan blows out a breath Oct 31 23:09:36 * Molly glances at his expression Oct 31 23:09:40 Three more, I think Oct 31 23:11:17 * Morgan nods, gritting his teeth Oct 31 23:12:17 * Molly smiles a moment before saying “I had sex against a wall in an Eisenfurst’s stables” She puts in a rapid stitch Oct 31 23:13:12 Uh huh Oct 31 23:13:22 * Molly smiles, doing the next Oct 31 23:13:32 too unbelievable, hmm? Oct 31 23:14:46 * Morgan nods Oct 31 23:15:14 * Molly laughs, doing the last stitch Oct 31 23:15:22 No one would do that, surely? Oct 31 23:15:30 quite Oct 31 23:15:47 * Molly ties it off before looking up at him Oct 31 23:15:56 Especially not a nice boy like you... Oct 31 23:16:07 * Morgan shrugs Oct 31 23:17:21 * Molly looks surprised by this, and picks up the whiskeyed bandage “You’re not sure you’re a nice boy, or you’re not sure you -wouldn’t- make love to a girl like me in a place like that?” Oct 31 23:18:25 I don't think war allows for anyone to be nice boys anymore Oct 31 23:18:41 Oh I wouldn’t say that, at all. Oct 31 23:18:55 * Molly wipes the stitches with the alcohol Oct 31 23:19:50 Why? Oct 31 23:21:14 Because what you have to do is just what you have to do. You are still a good person, and you can still be quite innocent and willing to assume the good in people, even if you’ve been to War Oct 31 23:21:51 * Molly starts to roll a bandage into a pad, pressing it over the wound Oct 31 23:22:06 * Morgan shrugs again Oct 31 23:24:12 * Molly spends a couple of minutes wrapping a bandage around his middle to keep the bandage in place. Passing it from one hand to another means her bump frequently makes contact with his hip Oct 31 23:24:33 I am going to take a few minutes to look for water next Oct 31 23:25:55 * Morgan nods Oct 31 23:25:56 Alright Oct 31 23:26:24 * Molly lays a gentle hand on his flank a moment, watching him Oct 31 23:26:36 I’m sorry you’re in this situation. Oct 31 23:29:30 * Morgan nods Oct 31 23:30:43 * Molly squeezes gently. It’s affectionate, caring. Then she stands “Let’s see if this place is going to be cooperative and give us what we need” Oct 31 23:34:44 Its unlikely Oct 31 23:34:49 * Molly picks up the lantern “I’ll have to take this, I’m afraid. I’ll come back as soon as I can” Oct 31 23:36:35 alright Oct 31 23:37:11 * Molly watches him a moment before setting off, leaving him in the darkness with his thoughts and thirst Oct 31 23:38:21 * Morgan sits quietly Oct 31 23:39:09 *he reckons a quarter hour passes before she returns. He hears her muttering “It’ll need to be the hard way then...” Oct 31 23:52:03 * Molly has quit (Read error: EOF from client)