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posted January 23, 2011 02:51 AM |
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Davaian clapped a hand on Eduardo's shoulder and said, "Don't worry about it. You'll learn quickly as the days go by. We probably won't be needing to fight another ship for a while. Even if we do, the guncrew basically knows what to do and how to do it. I'd say ask them if you have any questions."
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posted January 23, 2011 10:46 AM |
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- Bellerusse, make yourself a copy of this router, then give back the original to me.- Geralt handed the tome to the navigator.
- Also, if you feel seasick, eat some pickles- He said to Eduardo and went back to his cabin.
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"Ashan to the Trashcan", "I got PTSD from H7. " - LizardWarrior
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gnomes2169
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posted January 24, 2011 02:43 AM |
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"... Well, now that that is done." Simon muttered under his breath. "See you around, Geralt!" He gave the other two a small nod, "Eduardo, Davian. If you need me, I'll be making myself a new instrument as mine is... Well, let's face it, unsalvageable. See you at meal time!"
With that, Simon walked to the armory, coming back out with a knife. He then began zipping around trying to find a suitable block of wood. He found one, and had another small rod of wood as well. He then walked into the kitchen, passing by Eduardo on his way there ((this is about 20ish minutes after Simon had told them that they would find him in the kitchen)). "Ho, Eduardo! Couldn't help but overhear that you have some new job jitters. Listen to me, you'll be fine. Try making friends with Kalthak! He'll give you plenty of helpful pointers and keep the crew in order for you if given half the chance." And with that, Simon the bard walked into the kitchen, wheedling away at the wooden rod.
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posted January 24, 2011 09:03 AM |
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-The Maelstrom?! And they say I'm mad. This is beyong madness, it's suicide. Willhelm exclaimed before starting chuckling. Well if that's our target then he got the perfect man for the job. No force in heaven, hell, earth or sea is gonna stop me from steering us safe across that gigantic sea eye(pressume it's THE maelstrom and not A maelstrom, meaning a gigantic one). With that Willhelm tightened his grip and spread his legs wider as to get a more balanced and solid stance. His eye focused on the sea ahead he smiled.
Open Sea
As the Revenant plowed the waves and the wind filled the sails Willhelm stood firm at the helm whistling some old sailors song. For him this was the life. It was all good and well entering port getting shore leave and spending some time in a tavern or an inn resting. But he could never feel at home on the shore because to Willhelm it was the sea, the open neverending sea that was his home. The salty waves and the soothing wind. But what really comforted him, what really made him feel at home, was the storms. Nothing made hi feel more allive than when the forces of nature was challenging his control of the ship.
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War-overlord
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posted January 24, 2011 11:31 AM |
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Eduardo had Hervin assemble the guncrew for a night-time gundrill. Eduardo remembered from his artillery days that the standard guncrew was six per cannon, but on a ship the standard crew was three per cannon. One gunner and one loader less and he was the officer for every crew.
"Here's the lot you'll work with. And if the seasickness gets any worse, I know a trick with some wax and.." Hervin began.
"What is it with you people? I am not seasick ! I may be no sailor, but I've gone on plenty seavoyages." Eduardo bit the Quartermaster. Hervin raised his hands apologetically.
"Alright sailors, I am Eduardo Calavera." Eduardo said in a raised voice. "From today, I am your Gunchief. When on the Gundeck, My orders are the highest in rank. You fire when I say you fire, even if the capitan orders to fire you wait for my command. You will each be assigned in a permanent team and you will operate the cannon to your right everytime we have a drill or an actual fight. Those who were at the back last time will begin anew at the front again. Every sailor who does not remember what cannon he is supposed to operate looses his rum-ration for three day. So do not get attached to a cannon to much."
Eduardo pulled out his riding crop and pointed to a random sailor of the guncrew.
"You, what is the correct procedure to fire a cannon?" Eduardo asked.
"Uh, load the cannon with powder, stuff with wadding..." the sailor began counting on his fingers. But before he could finish, Eduardo's riding crop landed on the hand of the sailor.
"Wrong! You sponge the barrel of the cannon first." Eduardo corrected. He pointed to a different sailor. "The Correct procedure, if you would."
The second sailor began ratling of the procedure: "Sponge the barrel, load with powder, stuff with wadding, load with ammo, ram it down, prepare powder and ammo for the next shot."
"Very good, that is the correct procedure of loading a cannon." Eduardo said. "Gunners your procedure, all together."
"Prime the cannon allong with the loading of the powder, elevate the cannon to aim, fire on command." The gunners all rattled of.
"Very good. All gunners step forward." Eduardo said. A third of the assembled sailors stepped forward.
"I am now going to assign the cannoncrews. This is your cannoncrew for the rest of the voyage. I do not care wether the men of your crew have slept with your sister or killed your brother. The first crew I catch bickering will get the whip, the second will be keelhauled, the third will be keelhauled and then whipped. With every fight amongst you on the gundeck your punishment will get harder." After that speech, Eduardo began to assign individual guncrews at random and stationed them on the port-side battery.
Eduardo grabbed a lantern of the wall and began inspecting the cannons. After he was done inspecting, Eduardo began to speak again.
"It seems my predecesor was very lax. These cannons are filthy! The barrels are blocked with all manner of powder-residue and soot. Instead of drilling, you will now all clean out the cannons you were assigned. When you are done with the portside cannon you will move to the starboard cannon. The first crew that finishes their cannons to my liking, will get an extra rumration tonight. You will now follow Quartermaster Hervin and to get your cleaning equipment."
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posted January 24, 2011 04:14 PM |
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" I must see the face behind that mask"- Nurgunnen thought and stopped Geralt from walking away. He reached for the mask. Geralt grabbed his arm and misplaced the elbow joint and the knee joint of the right side almost instantly. Geralt then stabbed several points in the raid chief's body with his two fingers ((think Ty Lee from The Last Airbender)), making him immobile, then reach for one of his bandolier pockets, took out a syringe and injected the faint green liquid into the raid chiefs neck.
- HAVEN'T YOU HEARD THE ORDER?!- Geralt yelled- THIS MASK STAYS ON NO MATTER WHAT! I WARNED YOU ALL THAT THERE WILL BE SERIOUS CONSEQUENCES!
- what did you injected in him?- asked one of the sailors.
- an ensurance policy. This is a two step toxin. This one is harmless. But when it comes in contact with another brew, the victim dies in a slow, agonising death. And there is NO ANTIDOTE.- He said the last two words in such manner that every sailor started sweating. - Now my dear ape, I'll return your joints to their places. You'd better behave. OR ELSE.- Geralt returned Nurgunnen's two joints to their places, as rougly as he could. The man whimpered.
- Big baby. This is your first mistake. Next time I'll break all of your limbs. You two!- he said to the two nearest sailors.- carry him to his cabin. He won't move for several hours.
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"Ashan to the Trashcan", "I got PTSD from H7. " - LizardWarrior
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Lord Vader
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posted January 24, 2011 06:01 PM |
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Arcturus went to the officer's cabin accompanied by Hervin and Davaian. Bellerusse was busy copying Geralt's book. By this time Nurgunnen was able to move, but was still sluggish. He sat on a stool next to his hammock and then yelled, "I'LL KILL THAT BLOODY DOCTOR! HE THREATENED MY LIFE! I SHALL RIP HIS LIMBS OFF AND SPILL HIS GUTS AND EAT HIS HEART!"
"Don't get so angry, Nurgunnen." Arcturus calmly replied. "If you must, take your anger out on someone in the brig. I specifically ordered all that no one is to touch the doctor's mask. You are a fool, Nurgunnen. But a damn useful one at least. Kill a man in the brig to sate your hunger. You would have done the same in Geralt's position."
Nurgunnen growled for a second, but then grinned, showing his nasty yellow teeth. "I'll do that, captain."
Nurgunnen grabbed a long knife and walked out.
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Elvin's Darkside
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posted January 24, 2011 06:26 PM |
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" The raid chief's trouble. I'd rather keep him on a short leash"- Thought Zayl as he browsed through the vials. He refilled the syringe that he used on Nurgunnen. He then took out another one, with a reddish brew in it. This was the "step two" of the concoction. Zayl hoped that he wouldn't have to use it. The antidote for this brew was, and Zayl was the only one who was able to brew it. That poison was his invention. Undetectable and unejectable from the organism. The entire aristocracy of Fortrind had it in their bodies. However it was now useless, as Zayl defected and took the secrets of the poison with him.
- Now then. Sample seven, antidote with the broadleafed slipper tea. - he scriblled the sentence to the journal. Again he repeated the procedures with the rats.
- Sample seven shows the most prominent results. Test subject appears to be healed. Testing with human, elf and durok blood samples required. - He looked around.
- I have only human. Not a problem.- said Zayl and swallowed another gulp of the blue liquid
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War-overlord
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posted January 24, 2011 11:24 PM |
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Eduardo stalked the gundeck as he watched the crew clean out the cannons. His riding crop in his hand, ready to correct where needed. Eduardo favored using the stick and the carrot simultaniously, when commanding men, but if no carrot was available the stick would do. Being hit with a riding crop gave a stinging pain, but that did not linger long. Still, Eduardo liked the way it snapped people back to paying attention.
The first cannoncrew moved to their cannon on the starboard battery.
"The first have finished cleaning their port cannon." Eduardo exclaimed. "Anyone wanting that extra rum better hurry their cleaning." Extra liquor usually function perfectly as a carrot. As he could see the others doubling their efforts.
Eduardo inspected the cleaned cannon and he had to admit that the men did a good job.
"This is how I like to see the cannons, lads. Gleaming in the light and with a sootless barrel. Well done." Eduardo scratched his beard while looking in his reflection in the bronze. Was he imagining things or was he going grey in his beard?
Eduardo returned to standing at the sternside of the gundeck, so he could see all the crew working. Several more had moved to their starboard cannon now. Several were humming or whistling tunes as they cleaned the bronze.
Behind Eduardo the door opened.
"You better come here for something important. If not, I want everyone not operating cannons off this deck!"
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gnomes2169
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posted January 25, 2011 02:50 AM |
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"By the God of the Tide's forbidden name, Simon, will you just let a man rot in his cell in peace?!" Alaric yelled from his cell in the brig.
"Yeah, sorry, but no." Simon continued to whistle as he wheedled the rod even more. It now sort of looked like a flute. "I came here because I was sorry for getting you locked in this man-sized rat cage. I wanted to bring Lianna, but apparently the crew isn't allowed to come in here right now."
Alaric glared balefully at him. "Yeah, and how did you do that by the way, 'Dad'?"
"Simple my boy!" Simon chirped like the sparrow he is, "I'm not part of the crew! I'm just a mooch who sometimes plays... used to play an entertaining song on my lyre! And they would sometimes pay me for it. Ha!" He flicked off another piece of wood on his instrument. "Shows what they know, doesn't it?"
"Well that still doesn't explai-" Alaric's counter argument was cut off as Simon began to hum a soothing melody. Instantly, Alaric felt an extreme calm wash over him. The sniper didn't want to risk breaking it with anything, not the slightest sound. Until Simon stopped, Alaric breathed as softly as he could, and when the song did end, Alaric's anger and annoyance was completely melted away.
"What was that?" He asked.
Simon smiled softly, "Just a trade secret boy. Nothing too special, though I don't think that that particular variation of it has been hummed for the last," Simon stopped wheedling and counted on his fingers quickly, "twelve years."
For a while they were silent, Alaric sitting there listening to Simon softly humming to himself while he wheedled out the flute.
"Do you think you could sing it again?" Alaric asked him after ten minutes had passed.
Simon smiled and began to hum it again. He stopped quickly though, shocking Alaric out of his near trance like calm.
"Someone is coming." Simon told his young friend.
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Berny-Mac
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Lord Vader
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posted January 25, 2011 04:28 AM |
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Nurgunnen walked in holding his long knife looking extremely angry with a couple of his loyal berserkers.
"Get out." snarled Nurgunnen at Simon as one of his men unlocked the Alaric's cell.
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gnomes2169
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Duke of the Glade
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posted January 25, 2011 05:30 AM |
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"What do you think you are doing, Nurgunnen?" Simon asked, not moving for either him or the men trying to get into Alaric's cell. He set the flute down.
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Berny-Mac
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posted January 25, 2011 05:42 AM |
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Nurgunnen growled and pushed Simon against the wall. One of his men put Simon into a headlock as Nurgunnen entered the cell with the knife grinning cruelly. The other berserker kicked Alaric down to the ground and walked out of the cell. Alaric crawled to a corner fearfully as the crazed raid chief approached him. Alaric tried to charge into Nurgunnen, but he easily caught the poor sniper and broke his arms. Nurgunnen then slowly slid the razor sharp knife under Alaric's skin, causing loud screams of pain. Nurgunnen then quickly sliced the knife downwards along the muscle until it went down to the connecting tendons on Alaric's elbow.
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gnomes2169
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Duke of the Glade
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posted January 25, 2011 05:53 AM |
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Everything and everyone stopped as a haunting melody washed over them. The man who had been holding Simon doubled over in pain and exhaustion as Simon pulled his knife out of the man's arm. The melody mesmerized all of the humans and elves in the room.
Alaric felt the pain of the knife wound dull as Simon's song washed over him. Instead, he felt exhaustion replace everything. Everything was going dark... Everything was peaceful... And he was rather tired...
In no more then four minutes, everyone but Simon was soundly asleep.
Making sure that Alaric wouldn't bleed out, he also leaned over Nurgunnen. "Sweet dreams you psychopath." He whispered in the raid chief's ear. Knocking on the brig's door, Simon called to the guard, "Hey, a little help here?"
When the drowse guard opened the door, Simon explained, "Things got a little rough in here, so I decided that it was time for everyone to have a nice, pleasant nap. Could you help me move them while I fetch the doctor, perhaps?"
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Berny-Mac
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Lord Vader
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posted January 25, 2011 06:07 AM |
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The guard unfortunately was also one of Nurgunnen's cronies and he punched Simon in the face, knocking him back. The guard rushed over on top of Simon and seemed ready to slice his throat when two large scaly arms came out of seemingly nowhere and broke the guard's neck. The guard fell down dead, revealing Kalthak behind him. Davaian walked in and then grabbed a sword. He stood above Nurgunnen, ready to kill him, when the raid chief suddenly woke up. Nurgunnen rolled to the side and swiped Davaian off of his feet and grabbed the sword. With his other hand, he threw the knife at Simon's flute.
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gnomes2169
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Duke of the Glade
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posted January 25, 2011 06:20 AM |
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Simon dropped the flute, catching the knife by the blade, while also cutting his own hand in the process. Simon yelled to his friends, "Cover your ears!" And he began to sing a new melody, this one was not smooth or calm like the others though, instead the words seemed to be harsh, violent, full of hatred and venom for all of life.
The song smashed into Nurgunnen's psyche, crashing against his walls of sanity like a hurricane. Simon drove Nurgunnen to his knees, sending the raid chief off into the edge of true madness, not just the savage, primal bloodlust that the man had had before.
When Simon finally got to the man, he smashed one of his knees into Nurgunnen's face, pulled out one of his short swords and pommeled the Raid chief in the temple, knocking the man out cold and breaking his nose.
Simon fell to his knees, exhausted. He had almost completely used up all the magic and energy in his body from these two encounters. "Don't... kill the swine... yet." He panted to Davian and Kalthak. "Not... unless you want... to start a... mutiny. We are... not ready for one... yet."
And then the bard fell onto the floor, too little energy left in him to even kneel.
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War-overlord
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posted January 25, 2011 12:13 PM |
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"Uh, Gunchief...?" a sailor said from the dooropening, not actually coming onto the deck.
"Calavera." Eduardo said
"Right, Gunchief Calavera. There's some trouble in the brig. There's a fight going on and we need reinforcements."
"Who is we?" Eduardo asked sceptically.
"Uhhh?" the sailor did not know what to reply. Eduardo figured he was one of the parties involved in the fight. He was not about to pick sides on the ship yet. But if the fight escalated, he might get himself into trouble. Best to nip it in the bud.
Eduardo raised his voice again. "Alright, Compaņeros. We're going to round up some troublemakers. Everyone who does as I say, gets an extra tot of rum." The promise of more liquor sent a cheer through the guncrew.
Eduardo turned on his heel and saw that it was one of the ships berserkers who had come to get him. Eduardo drew his sabre. The berserker gave a crooked grin and turned around. Eduardo did not hesitate and rammed the pommel of his sabre into the neck of the berserker. He plummeted to the ground.
"Hogtie him and drag him to the deck! We're not picking sides in this fight, Compaņeros. When we get to the brig, we do the same to everyone there." Two of the loaders rushed to tie the berserker down.
When Eduardo and the rest of the guncrew got down to the brig, most people lay unconcious on the floor. Only Kalthak stood on his feet, but he did not put up much of a fight. Especially when he saw that everyone was tied down.
"Nothing personal, chopperface. But I will not have you disturb my gundrills." Eduardo said. He saw some were hesitant to tie down Davaian and Nurgunnen.
"They're out cold, tie them down. I'm an officer, I'll take responsability." Eduardo said sternly. The men obeyed.
All troublemakers were dragged to the deck and tossed onto eachother. All being hogtied with thick rope, they could not do much even when they woke up. Eduardo had sent the two that tied down the berserker that came to get them to get a barrel of rum and a tot-measure.
"Line up with your mugs and get your reward." Eduardo said in a raised voice. The guncrew was all to eagerly. When everyone got their tot, Eduardo raised the filled measure with a grin.
"To following your officer's orders, eh!" he made a toast. The rest followed with a cheer. Eduardo downed the rum and coughed. "I hate rum."
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posted January 25, 2011 03:47 PM |
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Someone knocked hardly at Zayl's cabin door.
- Doctor! Come quick! Alaric is injured!
Zayl putted on his mask and opened the door.
- Where?
- The brig!- the cabin boy was scared.
- Lead the way.
They walked towards the brig to find Eduardo and his men drinking. He then saw Alaric lying in his own blood.
- YOU MORONS! DIDN'T YOU SAW HIM?!- Geralt shouted- help me out with this man! Carefull now.
- uhm, we did, we sent the cabin boy to get you.
Geralt mumbled something similiar to "imbeciles".
Geralt and two of Eduardo's gunmen placed Alaric on the table.
- tie up the cloth a bit higher than the wound. Hurry!- Geralt took out a can with a greenish paste in it, and tended the wound.
- Thank god that the breaks aren't external. That raid chief is trouble.
- It was Nurgunnen?
- Who else? Look at the damage. Only such stupid ape such as him could break the bones this way. A month or two and he'll be up and running. You two can go now.
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"Ashan to the Trashcan", "I got PTSD from H7. " - LizardWarrior
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Presidente of Isla del Tropico
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posted January 25, 2011 03:59 PM |
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"Besides, <cough> having him lying on the deck is better than down there in the bilge water. <cough> I do not know much about doctoring, but I do know that you can get all kinds of flesh eating diseases and other nasty infections from open wounds and bilge water." Eduardo said to the doctor. "And not all of the blood is his. <cough> These troublemakers got into a fight. I just rounded them up and made sure they behaved. <cough> I hate rum."
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posted January 25, 2011 04:38 PM |
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- The salt in the water is what causes the "flesh eating"- Said Geralt while encasing Alaric's arms.- it actually cleans the wound. I usually use strong liquor to clean the wounds. Or this paste- Geralt putted the can in the bandolier.- Bad hygene and poor skill of some 'doctors' is the main reason.
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