Nosferatus Family/Abbot/Roleplay4

Abbot's favourite leg

Abbot wakes up in his healers tent in Luganun. He quickly recognizes his healers and immediately asks them to pass his letters.

The healers directly put him down again and fill his mouth with rum.

"You'll need this, trust me" The somewhat worried healer says.

Abbot gorgels and spits out the rum until he comes to it's senses, raises his eye brows and seizes the bottle form his healer to finish it that very instant.

"Ahhh! i feel much better, now let me get out."

The healers gulp and look woryful at each other before looking back at Abbot.

"Sir, we where about to take your leg sir..."

Abbot chokes and sputters from rum.

"WHAT!"

"eeh, your leg sir, it's infected, where worried the infection might spread. the leg. it has to come off."

"The monsters got you pretty bad, your lucky to be alive." The other healer says.

"But this is me favourite one! Abbot says surprised.

"Yes sir but we have no choice, it's either live without the leg or die."

Abbot frowns and scratches his beard.

"Well... if ye have too... don't keep me waiting will ye?! go on with it!"

The healers pause for a minute and than anxiously grab the saw. They suspected the man to be unconcious, they never mentally prepared them selves for him to be awake under the amputation.

"Aye! what are ye doing?! "

The healers look at each other and one of them wants to answer but Abbot already interrupts them.

"Did you really think only one bottle would suffice? come on! don't stand there, get me another Gardens finest!"

Abbot sighs.

"why can't no one get anything done properly around here... bunch of pansies..."

'Several days later, after already several hours of walking Abbot orders his men to stop.

"All right! get me the horse, I can't have this no more!"

Extremely uncomfortable and barley in balance, Abbot humps to the back of his crew where a soldier was holding on to his horse.

It was still raining, and abbots new wooden leg collected tons of mud making his movement barley possible. He climbed on his horse and tried to catch his breath.

"what a pain in the arse." he thought. But he knew from now on, he'd had to get used to it. overcome this weakness and show none of it to his fellow Madinans. He would overcome what ever managed to cross his path, just like he knew the republic it's self would overcome even these horrible times.

For a brief moment he smiled when he realized that thanks to all the trouble, the republic was left with only it's finest and most dedicated nobles, who are all marching as one against her foes. Madina felt like when the Republic was founded by that select group of original settlers and a few noble immigrants. Madina felt like a family and Abbot really appreciated that thought.

He might have lost his leg, but Madina gained a great opportunity. which makes every lose worthwhile.