Dusty Cavern

Dusty and dank, dark and deserted, this cavern is neither large nor small, though the rough-cut ceiling hangs ominously low overhead, some outcroppings threatening to scrape at the passerby should he not duck. The rock is dark -- volcanic -- and the walls are uneven, unfinished.

Talia gracefully strolls in from the Winding Tunnel.

Ganarah says, "I haven't drempt about it in along time....OH don't ever let go of me....please...."

Rhyam shakes his head. "I won't love. I promise...

Bryon walks in from the Winding Tunnel.

Bryon looks around, "Is this the place?"

Paric surveys the damage to the tunnel as he walks in. "Yes...over there..." he says pointing to a wall of collapsed rock.

Bryon puts down the packages the he was carrying very carefully, and the follows his superior over to the damage.

Talia sets down her supplies and moves out of the way, waiting to see who may need help.

Paric motions for the others to stay where they are as he moves around the tunnel toward the rubble, "Ganarah...you there?"

Paric calls out, "Rhyam, Ganarah?"

Bryon is beginning to really worry...

Talia starts to set up a small area, pulling out various herbs, bandages, etcetera.

Paric moves further down the passage, carefully making his way and trying not to disturb any of the loose rocks. "Ganarah, Rhyman?" he calls out once more.

Rhyam yells out. "Master Paric?

Talia eyes the rubble and sighs softly, murmuring to herself. "I shoulda brought me climbin' clothes. It's nae the right work fer a skirt."

Paric turns and directs to the sound of Rhyam's voice, "Where are you? Are you hurt?"

Rhyam yells out. "I'm ok. Gan's leg is trapped under a large slab of rock. Too large to be moved.
emote glance back from where he started, "Bryon, why don't you see if you can gather some more glows...I think we'll need them. And start bringing up some of that wood that is in the back of the wagon. As much as you can carry..."

Paric glances back from where he started, "Bryon, why don't you see if you can gather some more glows...I think we'll need them. And start bringing up some of that wood that is in the back of the wagon. As much as you can carry..."

Ganarah calls out, "But my hands are ok though...."

Bryon swallows hard, "Yes, sir."

Bryon walks to the Tunnel.

Paric turns back and starts slowly moving toward the sounds of the two smith apprentices voices, "Okay...why don't you tell me what you can see then...how stable is the rock around you?"

Ganarah says, "The one on me's pretty stable...."

Bryon walks in from the Winding Tunnel.

Rhyam nods. "I'll say, l..." he trails off, with Paric in earshot.

Bryon enters carrying an armload of wood and two baskets of glows, "Here you go, sir."

Talia frowns as she listens, looking to see if there is a way for her to get through the rubble.

Paric chuckles and shakes his head, his hand on his forehead, "Ah...okay Gan...how about the stuff around you."

Ganarah says, "My eyes don't want to focus that far....is there a healer? Sprockie's hurt pretty bad....and the other healer...uh..fell asleep.."

Paric glances back at Bryon, "Good...bring a couple of those up here to me...and be careful where you walk. I don't want Talia to have any more patients than she already has..."

Bryon grabs one of the baskets full of glows and carefully pics his way across the rubble strewn floor to Master Paric.

Ganarah says, "Cid of the minecraft's here...."

Paric smile and calls back, "Okay...that's fine. Healer Talia is here with us. I'll have her up with you as quick as we can get there..."

Talia calls out. "Aye lass.. I be a healer. How many are there tha' be hurt?" She starts to pull out packets of herbs, glow stickes and bandages.

Ganarah says, "Cid...Sprockie....me...uh....I dunno who else is...."

Ganarah says, "Clouds gone pretty quiet..."

Bryon hands the glows to Master Paric, "Here you are, sir."

Rhyam looks down at Gan, then up at the healer. "Can you get her out of here? Is she going to be ok?

Paric nods to Byron, "Thanks..." he says taking the glows from him. He carefully places his foot in front of him again, this time being able to see more clearly the devasation with in the tunnel. He notices a small opening not to far ahead. "Ganarah, Rhyman... Can you see the lights from the glows?"

Ganarah says, "I promised on my tools....And I jsut got done forgeing them all, course I'm going to be ok...."

Talia frowns and picks her way a bit closer over the rubble to get a better look down at the area. "I'm sure she'll be fine,lad," she calls out to Rhyam. "I'll be knowing better when I kin see her."

Rhyam nods, and moves aside, worry evident on his face, not letting go of Gan's hand...

Bryon looks around, not knowing what he needs to do, "What do I need to do, sir?"

Paric glances back at Bryone, "For now...your doing fine. Just wait there...or better go get some of that wood in the wagon."

Bryon nods, "Yes, sir."

Bryon picks his way slowly across the rubble strewn floor, slipping twice.

Talia hisses softly under her breath as Bryon slips about. "Careful lad, we dinna need anyone else gettin' injured."

Ganarah says, "Would you quit worrying, Rhyam, they're gonna ge me out...and then...after we do our projects we'll walk the tables...."

Bryon smiles weakly, "Yes, ma'am."

Bryon walks to the Tunnel.

Rhyam nods. "I know, Gan...

Bryon walks in from the Winding Tunnel.

Paric nears the window of rock, rock that appears loose and possible unstable. "Do you see the light from the glows..." he calls out once again.

Bryon walks in awkwardly, carrying as much wood as he could pile on his arms.

Talia walks over to Bryon and helps him with the wood.

Bryon bows his head, "Thanks."

Rhyam looks. "Yes. Very faintly.

Ganarah sighs. "I can't see that far...."

Paric glances back at Bryon and Talia, "Just put most of it down there. Just bring me a couple of lengths...er...make it four pieces about so long, " he says indicating a length with his hangs..."

Talia smiles softly at Bryon. "Of course lad." She walks back over to the rubble area and sets down the wood.

Bryon puts the wood down next to the wood that was already there, leaving a couple pieces in his hands.

Bryon slowly crosses the floor, not slipping, but being very careful, and makes his way to Master Paric.

Talia pulls out two pieces of wood of the appropriate size and hands them off to Paric.

Ganarah says, "Wouldn't five peices work better, sir? A top, two sides and diagonal supports?"

Rhyam shakes his head and chuckles.

Paric takes the wood and turns back toward the opening and begins to carefully inch his way through and up the rubble. Reaching the opening he carefully pushes one of the glows through with one hand. "I hope that you can see this... " he says. "And for someone who is stuck under a slab of rock, Ganarah, you sure haven't lost any of your spirit!"

Talia chuckles softly to herself at Paric's comment.

Rhyam smiles, and gently squeezes Gan's hand.

Bryon doesn't know what to think, but grins a little.

Ganarah says, "Well..uh...I just woke up....you know me sir...always going....you should hear Chiarra laugh about the things I talk about in my sleep....Sides, it's just a foot....I can live with out a foot....I can smith with out a foot....I can smith a foot come to think of it..."

Talia frowns slightly as Ganarah babbles a bit. "Paric lad.. do ye think it be safe fer me ta come on through?"

Paric shakes his head, "Okay .. okay... Rhyam, if you can reach this glow...take it. Then you can tell me how stable the rock looks on your side."

Paric glances back to Talia, "I am hoping so...at least in a few... Bryon, why don't you start clearing away some of this debris. And keep an eye out for anything that looks unstable. Okay?"

Bryon says, "Yes, sir."

A'han puts a hand to his head and moans softly.

Talia paces back and forth and then frowns at herself for displaying her concern and impatience. She folds her hands in front of her and waits.

Paric patiently waits. "Someone over there....if you can reach this glow, take it and tell me if you think the rock about you is stable....particularly the stuff about the opening.

Ganarah prods Rhyam. "I'd go do it, but there's this little matter of...well, that..." she points to the rock. "I promise on my tools, I won't even go to sleep....."

Talia peers into the shadows, shaking her head. "I heard someone moan. You got another person awake in there, Gan?"

A'han shifts into a sitting position, grunting and moaning softly. "Shards... what happened? This is the last time I go exploring strange tunnels..."

Paric tries to carefully set the glow down on the other side of the opening. Pulling his arm back, he begins to take a good look at the opening and the rocks that form it. "Hmmm....I don't think the opening itself is safe at the moment, " he says glancing back at Talia, "...but the wall of it appears okay..."

Rhyam looks over at the rider. "I just found someone else. A rider."

Talia puts her hands on her hips and looks at Paric. "I cannot treat people if'n I cannae git ta where they be." She turns to the opening. "Is he hurt?"

Paric turns back to the opening and carefully examines the upper roof of it. He carefully places a board up and over the opening to brace it, then slides two others to hold it in place. "We'll be able to squeeze through in a couple of minutes I think. We'll be able to see then."

A'han puts a hand to his head. "No, Telath, I'm fine, don't you dare try to dig the weyr up!" He moans again, his head throbbing from the force of his words.

Rhyam looks to the rider.

Ganarah says, "Are you hurt sir?"

Paric smiles and shakes his head, "I think this will hold. I guess we'll find out..." he says eyeing the opening with its makeshift shoring. "How does the other side of this rubble wall look? Think it'll hold if I try and squeeze through?"

A'han starts the shake his head, thinks better of it, and says softly, "Well, my head hurts... "

Rhyam looks. "It seems ok, Master Paric.

Paric nods and glances back to Talia, "I think we'll be able to get through...I'll go first." He takes a couple of the pieces of wood that Bryon had brought up earlier and begins to shove them through. Carefully, he slips both of his arms through the opening and begins to crawl to the other side.

Ganarah says, "There might be soem numbweed left...where did it...I jsut..oh well...sounds like there's a healer with the Master...so...it should prolly wait anyway....."

Talia stuffs a few of her supplies into a pouch and slings it over her shoulder. She then pulls her skirts up between her legs form rather baggy pants. She nods to Paric and waits for him to climb through firts.

Talia makes her way over the rubble to the hole and climbs in, crawling and wiggling carefully as she goes, following along behind Paric.

Paric inches his way through the opening, careful to not knock the wood bracing the top of the opening out. He slowly crawls through and then down into the room, sliding the last couple of feet and stirring up a little dust. "Ah...through." he calls out dusting himself off out of habit, not like it really made a difference.

Paric turns around and motions for Talia to follow, "I think it is safe...here...let me help you." he says offering his hands to help pull here through should she need it.

A'han moves, putting his hand out as some pebbles roll down the side of the rubble. "Be careful... oww..." He lays back against the wall.

Talia pushes her healer's bag along in front of her, dangling and then dropping it to the ground on the other side, following it shortly thereafter with some judicious help from Paric. "Thank ye lad. Tunnel crawling be nae like climbin' a rock face."

Rhyam stands and offers a hand to the healer as she comes through.

Paric glances back over his shoulder, "Okay...sorry about that." he says to the rider. "If you can move a little ways back from the opening, it might be a little safer."

Paric calls out to Bryon to bring several more glows which he does with great expediency and carefully pushes them through the opening where Paric can reach them.

A'han very carefully moves away from the opening, careful of his head. "Excuse me, it's all I can do to keep my attention on Telath. She's about to go nuts out there."

Ganarah says, "You could come over here by me, it's terrible stable...."

Paric takes the glows and moves away from the opening and nods at the rider's reply. "Yes...I can understand that...just do you best. Here...take one of these glows."

Talia smiles her thanks to Rhyam and Paric as she crawls the rest of the way out, untying her skirts and brushing herself off. "Alright.. perhaps I should be treatin' ye first then, rider. We dinna need a panic'd dragon on our hands." She nods to Ganarah and motions for A'han to move over to where she is. "It'll help with the lighting too, if'n yer in the same area."

Rhyam frowns. "Too sharding stable.

A'han puts a hand out. "No, I'm fine. I'm not the worst off in here, and Telath will obey me as long as I'm conscious. I'm fine..."

Paric smiles and nods, "Yes...Rhyam and I can see what can be done about freeing the slab from Ganarah."

Talia pulls out some water, rinses her hands, then scrubs them with some red wort as she asks a few questions. "Jus' dinna pass out on me then, Rider. Ganarah, tell me what hurts and where."

A'han relaxes back against the wall, keeping up a steady stream of words mumbled under his breath, as if arguing with someone... probably Telath.

Rhyam nods, and looks over the slab. "That thing is too heavy for us to lift. I tried to pry it up with a skybroom plank, and couldn't even budge it at all...

Paric glances back over to A'han, then moves back to where Ganarah is located. He eyes the large slab of basalt lying, crushing, her leg and shakes his head. He glances over at Rhyam and smiles grimly as he trys to come up with a plan to remove to block.

Ganarah says, "Well, I would come to you, but I'm a bit stuck you see....Well...my legs started up again, that other girl..I didn't catch her name started witht he numbeweed and the bandaging but I'm getting rather stiff....and I don't htink she could do much really for my lungs, all that ash and dust....ugh....and I'm still sick on my stomach, but don't worry, I forgot to eat lunch, so I won't actually vomit....Rhyam won't tell me if there's anything wrong with him cause he's afraid to wrry me...."

Talia pulls out a glow and squats down next to Ganarah, shining the light in her eyes. She gives a worried glance to the slab and then a calm look drops back over her face. "It looks like ye've got a concussion, lass." She reaches out and gently, but firmly runs her fingers over Ganarah's skull. "Ye'va a bump here on yer head. It's nae too bad, though." She moves down Ganarah's body checking for contusions and abrasions. "Yer probably stiff from nae movin', and yer lungs will clear up as soon as we kin git ye out o' here. I'll give ye some herbs ta stew what will help wi' that."

Paric sets the rest of the glows down near Ganarah, then moves back to the opening. "Bryon!" he calls out, "We are going to need about twenty more of those small lengths of wood....and a couple of long pieces that we can use as a lever...preferably a metal rod." From the other side of the rock opening you can here a muffled, 'Yes sir...I'll be right back."

A'han laughs a little from his side of the room, the soft laugh turning to a cough. "No, Telath, you won't fit in here."

Talia pulls out some redwort and washes down some of the lacerations on Ganarah's legs and then applies some numbweed, wrapping the area with a couple of the bandages. "Ye dinna seem too bad off, lass. I'd like ye ta lie all the way down, though, yer too pale fer me likin'. Ye may be bleeding under tha' rock."

Paric turns around and walks back to where Talia and Rhyam are with Ganarah. "Hmmmm...Rhyam, this will be a little tricky. I think we'll try and lift the block up in increments...it should work and free her leg."

Rhyam nods. "Good. Anything we can do to get her out of there..."

A'han gets up to a sitting position. "I could help lift..." he offers.

Talia gives A'han a stern look. "Ye'll be doin' no such thing. Nae until I've looked a' ye. The same goes fer ye, Rhyam."

Rhyam nods.

A'han leans back. "I'm fine... really. And you shut up, Telath."

Paric shakes his head, "No...if thy can help they should....this will take all of our coordinated help."

Talia turns to Rhyam, looking him over carefully. "Ye dinna hurt anywhere?

Talia looks at Paric. "Ye dinna need them passin' out on ye either. This'll nae take tha' long if'n they cooperate."

Talia looks back at Rhyam. "Aside's, I'm sure ta be done afore ye git all ye need to lever the lass out."

From the opening you can hear a scraping sound as Bryon returns with the lumber. Calling through the opening, "Master Paric. I'm back..."

Ganarah says, "You could jsut cut my leg off at the stone...it'd be the quickest way...."

Rhyam nods. "Of course."

Talia blinks at Rhyam. "O' course what, lad? Are ye hurtin' anywhere or nae?" She looks over at Ganarah. "Aye, tha' would be fast, but I'm nae a Master and canna give ye the felis needed fer the proceedure. An' there's nothin' ta say that ye've lost the foot."

Paric nods to Talia, "Yes...I don't need that...but if both of them work the levers, and you keep an eye on Ganarah, I think that we can get this lifted off her without anyone else getting hurt." He walks back over to the opening and starts taking the wood and stacking it over near the slab of rock. "What about those bars... ah...good job Bryon. " he says as he gets two large rods of metal, as tall as himself.

Rhyam shakes his head. Just some bumps and bruises.

Paric walks back over to the quartet and hands Rhyam and A'han each a bar. "Careful, these are rather heavy, but they'll do."

Rhyam nods, and takes the bar.

Talia nods to Rhyam and moves over to A'han. "Rhyam kin help ye out, Paric." She pulls out a glow and shines it in A'han's eyes, watching carefully. "Ye dinna seem ta have a concussion lad." She sets the glow down and runs her fingers over A'han's skull. "Ye've a nasty bump here, though. Let me git ye some meadowsweet ta help wi' the pain."

Paric nods. "Okay..."

A'han stands very carefully and takes one of the bars with a grunt. "Heavy alright..." He endures his examination, but when meadowsweet is mentioned... "No, I'm fine... can't have meadowsweet."

Talia nods to A'han. "Kin ye take willowsalic instead?"

Ganarah says, "Sir....would annother few fingerwidths that way," She points away from herself, "give you a better leverge....? I mean, since the wood is acting as the fulcrum point, and the object to be lifted is awefully heavy?"

Talia leans over to Paric and murmurs something to him.

Talia mutters "The lass be in a bad way. She be loosin' blood and be in shock."" to you.

You overhear Talia mutter, "The ... ... ... a ... ... She ... loosin' ... and ... in ..." to Paric.

A'han nods. "Yes, I can take that."

Paric smiles and looks over the slab one more time. Then looks back over at A'han and Rhyam, "Okay...this will require all of us working in unison. If you you are feeling weak...or unable to lift the block when I begin to count, then I want you to tell me or Talia. If you accidentally slip, it could be very bad...." he says letting the words just hang for effect.

Talia turns and nods to A'han, pulling out a few white pills and handing them to him along with a skin of water. "This should help."

A'han leans on the bar with one hand while he downs the pills with the other, taking a drink of water. "Thank you..."

Rhyam nods.

Talia smiles over at A'han. "Tis me duty and me joy ta help ye, rider."

Ganarah closes her eyes and huddles into her blanket a bit more, "You know what, I've decided that I hate the sight of blood....so I'm just going to close my eyes...ok? But I"m not going to sleep...promise on my tools....

Paric nods to Ganarah, "You may be right about that Gan, but right now you should be concentrating on staying awake.... I'm sure you'll keep us apprised as to how we are doing?" he says with a grin.

Talia shakes her head slightly. "Ye kin close yer eyes, lass, but keep talkin' to us, alright?" She shoots a worried look to Paric before her mask of calm returns.

A'han grunts a little. "That's what Telath keeps telling me... keep talking to her..."

Paric kneels downa and places a block of wood on each side of the slab to be used as a fulcrum. "Okay....just lift here...and here. I'll place the cribbing in place..."

Rhyam nods, and waits for the signal to lift...

Paric smiles, "Okay...on the count of three.....one....two....three..."

Ganarah yawns, "Ok...I can do that...what shoudl I talk about? My brain's feeling a bit fuzzy you see....almost like how the fresh snow looks up in Telgar....not the first one, cause that's always so crisp....but the one right after that's kins of fuzzy looking.....

Rhyam pulls down with all his strength on the bar...

Elehu wakes with a start, trying to remember how she got here.

Elehu has connected.

A'han smiles. "I always liked the second snow at Telgar, when all the rocks become mounds of white..."

Talia kneels down next to Ganarah, one hand resting lightly on her shoulder. "I've nae been ta Telgar, lass. Kin ye describe the fuzzy quality o' the snow any other way?"

Elehu has disconnected.

Elehu's eyes close slowly, and she slumps over, fast asleep.

A'han grunts as he exerts all his strenght into pushing down the bar and decides talking is a bad idea.
As the levers are pulled, the slab of rock shifts ever so slightly...

Talia slips her hands under Ganarah's shoulders and prepares to pull. "Talk lass.. ye need ta talk ta me."

Paric quickly slides two blocks of wood under each corner, then glances at Rhyam and A'han. "Okay...lower it...."

Ganarah smiles, for a moment, before she has to think again. "UH...like how a hearbeast looks from a distance I gues...not the big ones...but the puller-ones and the wooly ones....ohhhhhhhoh that's not good....

Rhyam nods, and lowly lowers the rock down...

A'han as gently as he can, lets up on the bar, watching Rhyam so as to keep in sync with him.

Paric quickly changes the orientation of the fulcrums and stacks them even higher. "Okay...this should do it, I think...."

Paric smiles, "Okay...."

Paric smiles, "One....Two...>Three..."

Rhyam nods. "Whenever you're ready...

Rhyam pulls down with all his strength...

A'han again throws his whole weight into pushing down the bar, straining to move the slab.

Bryon helps pull, all his muscles straining with the effort..

The slab shifts again...

Talia tugs on Ganarah as the slab shifts.

Paric quickly stacks two more blocks of wood at each corner crosswise on top of the other blocks. "Okay...go ahead and lower it.

Bryon slowly let's the slab down...

Rhyam lowers the slab slowly...

Ganarah tries to scrunch her whole body up each time the slab moves. Not as much when she's tugged on though.

Paric looks over at Talia, "Is that enough room?"

A'han lets up on the bar, staggering backward as the pressure is released.

Talia gives another pull on Ganarah and with Bryon's help, the smith girl slides out.

Rhyam looks away, not wanting to see Gan's leg...

Ganarah murmers, "Ohhhhh mabe I should've eaten lunch after all..then I could jsut throw up and be done with it...."

Paric smiles, "Great...alright. Normally, I'd have us remove this stuff. But it'll wait for now." He glances over at Talia, "Anything you need us to do?"

Talia immediately moves down to examine Ganarah's leg, shaking her head as she does so. "It dinna look good, lass. I'll do what I can fer ye." She looks over at Paric. "She's nae goin' ta be walkin.. and if'n I canna get the bleedin' stopped... " She pauses for a few moments. "We need ta git her out o' here."

A'han moans and backs up against the wall, holding his head. Slowly he slides down the wall to the floor where he starts to whimper softly.

Bryon doesn't feel so well when he see's Ganarah's leg.

Paric glances over at Rhyam and A'han, then back to Talia nodding. "Okay..."

Talia snaps her head up to look at A'han. "Lad?" Her face contorts in sympathy as she tends to Ganarah's leg, washing the area off and shaking her head all the time. "Lass.. talk ta me."

Paric glances back over at Bryon, "Lets see if we can get something to tie Ganarah down on. "See if you can find a length of lumber as wide and as long as her. "

Ganarah can't help being the most currious girl in the world, can she? So she looks. And just about becomes bioluminecent with how pale her normally pale face is. "Oh that's gross....." she slumps back panting. "I hate not being able to be sick....ohhhhhh....."

It's a mess. Pure and simple. For any who care to look, it's quite obvious that Ganarah will never have a foot to walk on again.

Paric looks over at A'han, "You still with us?"

Quara blinks in from ::between::!

Rhyam doesn't look. he just kneels down and takes Gan's hand, holding it tightly.

Bryon gets the piece of lumber, walking shakily.

Quara suddenly disappears ::between::!

Talia retrieves a bandage and a small rod from her bag, forming it into a tourniquet and placing it on Gan's leg just above the ankle.

A'han shakes his head, sniffing, then, finding that sniffing was an unwise thing to do, whimpers again, clutching at his head. "Ohhh.... My head feels like a bloody... ow..."

Bryon looks over at A'han, knowing how he feels.

Ganarah closes her eyes tight and presses her face into Rhyam's hand. "Remind me not to do that again love...."

Paric puts a hand on Rhyam's shoulder, "Come on...if you want to help her, you can do it by making several long strips of cloth to help us tie her to that board I asked Bryon to get. "

Rhyam nods. "Of course, beloved." He stands, and moves over to do as Paric suggests.

Talia douses the wounded leg with numbweed, then wraps the whole messy thing up.

Paric glances back over at Bryon and nods, "Bring that board over here...I think we'll be able to slide it under her."

Bryon takes the board over to Master Paric.

Paric moves over to Talia, taking the board. "Here....lets slide this under her."

Rhyam comes back over with the strips.

Paric smiles as he positions the board so that Ganarah can be placed on it. "Hmmm...Ganarah? Do you think that you could move over onto the board?"

Ganarah murmers,"I dunno if I can move...sir...I reeeeeealy don't feel good.....

Paric smiles and nods, "Okay...that is alright."

Bryon looks at Ganarah, avoiding looking at her foot, "Can I help sir?"

Paric looks over at Rhyam, "Why don't you place those stips of cloth underneath the board... it'll make it easier for us to bind her to the board."

A'han offers weakly, "I could help lift her onto the board..."

Bryon does as he was told

Rhyam nods, and does so. "We'll have you out of here love."

Ganarah nods a bit, eyes closing not of her will.

Paric glances over at Bryon, then A'han, "Yes...you will both be able to help. I think we can roll her to one side and then slide the board underneath."

Bryon swallows hard, "Yes, sir."

Rhyam takes Gan's hand now...

Paric looks over at Talia to see if she objects.

A'han stands back up, slowly, using the wall behind him to brace against, then, when standing, allows a moment to regain his equelibrium before joining the rescue party to help with Ganarah.

Talia doesn't object, 'tis how they do it in the hall you know.

Paric looks over at Rhyam and smiles, "Rhyam, why don't you move to the head of Ganarah. Try and make sure that her head stays in line with her body....Okay?"

Rhyam nods. "Just relax, love..." he movesup to her head, and braces it between his hands.

Ganarah is very relaxed.....tends to happen at the loss of contiousness.

Paric glances over at A'han and Bryon, "Okay...if on of you can move over to her upper body, and one to her hips. Talia can keep track of her legs...then on the count of three...we'll roll her on her side altogether. Okay?"

Rhyam looks up at Paric. "Whenever you're ready...

A'han kneels down at Ganarah's shoulder and readies himself.

Talia observes, "Raedy? On the count 'o three....one....tuu, thrrrree."

Bryon moves to her hips and says, "Ready when you are sir..."

Bryon moves her hips and keeps her body in line with her other parts...

Rhyam turns Gan's head to stay even with her body...

Paric quickly slides the board along Ganarah's back, "Okay.."

Bryon eases her down onto the board

A'han gently pushes, rolling Ganarah, one hand sliding under her shoulders to support her back as she rolls.

Rhyam carefully turns her head as they lower her...

Paric nods, "Good...lets get her tied to the board now...then out of here."

Talia checks Gan's vital signs, "Aye, an' quick!"

Rhyam nods.

Bryon is ready

A'han grabs a tie and secures it across Ganarah's chest with a practiced motion. "Her colour is bad..."

Paric kneels down and begins to tie the straps snuggly so that Ganarah will not slip from the board. He nods at A'han's comment, but continues until all the ties are fastened.

Talia ties annother tourniquet right under Gan's knee before her legs are strapped down.

Paric glances over at Bryon, "Why don't you crawl back through the opening...that way you can pull her through." He glances over at A'han, "you too if you can."

Rhyam looks to Paric. "What about me?

Paric shakes his head, "Someone has to help at this end.."

Rhyam nods.

Bryon looks at the opening, "Yes, sir." and begins to crawl through...

Paric looks over at Talia, "Perhaps you should be on the otherside too..."

A'han looks at the opening. "I'd better do that..."

Talia covers Gan up with the blanket again, (cursing her @emiter's enter key) then she nods to Paric and does that skirt tuck thing again.

A'han waits until Bryon disappears through the opening, and then wriggles through himself.

Bryon stands on the other side of the opening and says, "Okay, I'm through."

Talia follows the Rider and the Lad.

Paric nods and smiles, "Okay...Bryon. You and A'han get ready to pull Ganarah through once Talia is clear." He glances over at Rhyam, "You ready?"

Bryon says, "I'm ready over here.."

Rhyam nods.

Paric nods to Rhyam as they both lift the make-shift stretcher up and move toward the opening. Paric moves to one side and rest the head of the board in the opening and with Rhyam's help, start pushing the board through. "She's coming through..." he calls out.

A'han reaches through and guides the board as it comes towards him, staying aside to make room for Bryon. He can't do this himself.

Bryon takes her and starts gently pulling her through with A'han's help.

Paric watches as the board slowly slides through the opening to the other side. "Okay...Rhyam, as soon as she's through, your next!"

Bryon helps take Gan out and lay her gently on the ground, away from the opening and any debris.

A'han returns to the opening to help Rhyam through, if he requires it.

Talia checks her pressure again, shaking her head.

A slight tremor lightly jolts the tunnel as a few rocks fall at the far end of the room where Ganarah once lay. A small cloud of dust forms and slowly settles.

Paric looks back toward the glow baskets then back at Rhyam, "Okay...your next." he says helping the young man through the opening.

A'han looks around, one hand to his head. "Umm... where is the infirmary?"

Slowly Rhyam inches his way through the opening until he arrives on the other side, dusty, scratched and bruised, but otherwise, unharmed.

Bryon shakes his head, "I don't know."

Talia looks at the rider, "Ya mean ya don't know??"

A'han shakes his head slowly. "No... I only just moved here recently from Telgar... After Fall, there's usually enough healers in the bowl to tend to riders."

Paric takes a quickl look back into the room, then climbs up to the opening and slips through to the other side. His head peeks through, followed by the rest of his body, where upon reaching the other side, slides down the rubble a couple of feet. He stands up and again dusts off the dirt from his clothes out of habit. The dirt remained. "Okay...lets see about getting her to the Infirmary...I believe it is over by the Weyr Smith."

Talia sighs, "Lead the way sir..."

Bryon is ready to follow

Paric nods, "Okay...if everyone can grab a side..." he says taking hold of one side of the makeshift stretcher.
Bryon does the same, "okay."

A'han follows everyone else's lead and takes ahold of the board.

Talia says, "I'll be sendin' other healers back fer the others...." as she takes up her portion.

Rhyam moves to the head and takes hold of one side, glancing down at Ganarah with a worried smile.

Paric nods. "Okay..."

Dusty and dank, dark and deserted, this cavern is neither large nor small, though the rough-cut ceiling hangs ominously low overhead, some outcroppings threatening to scrape at the passerby should he not duck. The rock is dark -- volcanic -- and the walls are uneven, unfinished.
Gliding about are Yarll, Sprocket, Jewel, and Tirpitz.

You go to the Winding Tunnel.

Long and thin, the tunnel winds out from a more frequented hallway, floor's dust only upset by the rare set of footprints or tunnelsnake track. Barrel-vaulted, it trails on, deep into the Weyr, leading to caverns unseen by most.

Bryon walks in from the Dusty Cavern.

You go to the Northeastern Caverns.

Deep booming caverns spin north from the hub of the living cavern like spokes of some great stone wheel: narrowing quickly, the catacombs of the weyr twist and turn under and around each other, lava pockets and burps now forming the living and working spaces of the weyr. Glows gleam, faintly green and fickle, from the baskets that swing along the walls.
The faint scent of sweet sand beckons off to the north, and the racous calls of gambling and darts betrays the low entrance to the gaming rooms towards the northwest.

Bryon walks in from the Winding Tunnel.

A'han walks in from the Winding Tunnel.

Ganarah wanders in from the Winding Tunnel.

You go to the Infirmary.

This large bubble shaped cave is most obviously natural. Showing sighs of recent renovations and overhaul, the walls are freshly painted and the fittings look quite new. One wall of the cave is covered in cupboards, one prominent one is marked with a black skull and crossbones, a heavy lock bolted to it. In the center of the room directly under a large glass glow basket is a stone bench covered in a padded sheet, this area is obviously the examining table. Around this bench are racks, draped carefully with sterile cloths. A bench against the back wall contains a sink and a water heater as well as some research equipment including a white cloth draped over what must be a microscope. The wall opposite the cupboards has three beds against it with curtains designed to be drawn around them on tracks, a chair beside each bed. The room smells faintly of redwort and numbweed.

You see Liran's hammock, Ripple, and Kamaria's hammock here.

A'han walks in from the Northeastern Caverns.

Bryon walks in from the Northeastern Caverns.

Ganarah wanders in from the Northeastern Caverns.

Paric smiles, "Okay...why don't we set her down over there on that cot." he says pointing to a cot very close by

Paric smiles as they slowly lower Ganarah on the cot glancing at everyone. "Good job, people!" He looks over at Talia, "Anything else you need help with?"

A'han steps back out of the way, one hand returning to his head. "If no one objects, I think I'll return to Telath..."

Paric nods in agreement. "Very good idea."

Talia is joined by Master Tannia, and the two quickly get to work. After a moment, Talia looks up and suggests that Paric take Rhyam elsewhere, that Gan's going to be in surgery awhile.

Paric looks over at Rhyam. "Hmmm...you okay? I think perhaps you should head over to the baths and get yourself cleaned up while the healers take care of Ganarah. You can visit her later." He glances over at Talia and smiles, "I think we should be going and leaving you to your work," he says glancing over at Bryon and Rhyam. "We'll stay here for the night. I'm sure the Weyr Smith would enjoy the company of a handful of smith instead of dragonriders." he says jokingly.

A'han looks confused. "What's wrong with the company of dragonriders?"

Rhyam nods and turns, not before his hand can linger momentarily within Ganarah's. "Okay Master Paric...." he says turning and walking out toward the crafters area.

A'han follows Rhyam and Paric out, still looking confused. "I don't get it..." his voice fades as he exits.

Paric chuckles and winks at A'han. "Hmmmm...that is a good question. " he says with a grin.