Incoming Storm

Writers: Anika, Avery, Paula, Suzee
Date Posted: 19th March 2015

Characters: Eirock, Bryvin, Telemon, Fymer, Zelah
Description: The hurricane hits Sunstone Seahold.
Location: Sunstone Seahold
Date: month 11, day 21 of Turn 7
Notes: Mentioned: Yriadha

Eirock

Bryvin

Zelah

There was no surprise upon hearing the dolphin bell ring to warn of
the impending storm. The menacing clouds had been building for days
and now loomed dark just off the coast while the swirling tempest made
it's way toward land. Indeed the agitation among the Holders almost
matched the churning winds and waves by the time the alert was
sounded. Grabbing an oilskin coat, Eirock barked orders for shutters
to be secured and storm fortifications to be checked while he headed
towards Bryvin's office.

Bryvin had brought his wife home from the crafthall as soon as they knew
the storm was coming. It was traveling from the east to the west so it
had come first at the Seacrafter Hall. She was now tucked safely with her
women into the Lord Holder's personal storm shelter. There were
several interconnected ones and they could accommodate the majority of
his hold residents. Besides that the Main hold was high above the
storm surge and solid stone. His office was packed and everything was
cleared that couldn't be tied down or shuttered.

"Are you headed to the shelter?" Eirock asked upon seeing the Lord
Holder, adroitly making a suggestion with his query. Lord Bryvin's
safety was paramount. "I can direct people there, and see that all is
secured but the people will be looking to you to assuage their fears
and offer reassurance."

"I will be soon," Bryvin nodded. He'd been in Eirock's position and
knew what he faced. "Have you sent the crews out to make sure we have
all the old and infirm transported inside?"

"I have, but I plan on going to check on their progress now. I know
Yriadha was seeing that there were plenty of blankets, glows, and
provisions and I believe Master Telemon is already in the shelter
prepared to treat any injuries. Once I've double checked that all is
battened down and see how the crews have faired I'll bring you a
report."

Telemon was overseeing his staff, who were currently moving supplies
to the shelter. "Prepare for injuries like broken bones and bruises.
Splints, bandages, numbweed and don't forget redworth for
disinfection." Couple of drudges had been assigned to carry the stuff.
"Blankets, we need plenty of those, oh, stretchers. Neck brace, needles
and thread for stitching..." there was million and one things to
remember but Telemon was calm and organized. It really wasn't that
different than preparing for Thread Fall. When everything was moved
to shelter, it was time to arrange them and then just wait.

Fymer had been among the first ones inside the shelter. He was not
going to brave out the storm.

"My Lord, yer Lady is askin' after ya," a young drudge, rather
wild-eyed with fear came to report to the Lord Holder. She was lucky
in her task as messenger. Though she wasn't sure if it were true, one
of her friends had said an angry Yriadha had sent a small group to
retrieve several boxes of supplies that had been carelessly left
behind in an area more susceptible to the storm.

"Yes," he nodded at the drudge. "Tell her I'll be right there." He
turned back to Eirock. "Feels strange actually. This used to be my
job." He clapped the man on the shoulder then turned and followed the
disappearing drudge.

When he got into the shelter he began greeting the holders and
checking to make sure everything was as it should be. He made himself
visible and available to those around him.

Wet black hair plastered to his head, Eirock returned with two of the
teams sent out to help the old and infirm to the main Hold. There
were several with minor injuries, one with a rather bad head trauma,
and an old auntie that appeared to have had a heart attack. Anxious
to report and get back out to investigate something he'd seen earlier,
Eirock found Lord Bryvin standing with Master Telemon.

"The man was hit with a cart that the wind sent flying. The women's
family say's she's had a weak heart for turns," he explained to the
Lord Holder and Master Healer before turning more directly to Bryvin.
"I've heard there's some building damage down at the docks and some of
the cots have sustained damage from the wind and flying debris. There
are still some crews out and another matter I need to check on as soon
as possible before I give you a full report. I'll return soon," the
Steward promised.

"Don't stay long," Bryvin instructed. "The main part of the storm is
almost upon us and I need the rescue teams under cover. We'll go out
and get more detail after it's passed."

He turned back to Telemon. "How are we doing?"

"We have the injured ones stabilized. Some of the treatment has to
wait until we get them to the infirmary," Telemon reported. The
head injury had bled a lot and he had bloodstains on his clothes.

"I don't want to interrupt you Master Telemon," he said nodding.
"We'll get you help moving the injured to where you can treat them.
He'd personally thought there should be a small infirmary area
included in the shelter and this brought that thought back to the
forefront of his mind. He resolved to talk to Eirock about it once the
storm was over.

Finally he found his wife and sat down next to her, "How are you doing
my dear," he asked with real concern.

Telemon nodded respectfully at the Lord Holder and went back to his patients.

Fymer fiddled absently with pair of dices and wondered if he could
convince anybody for a game to pass the time.

"My stomach is aching and I'm nervous," Xeladrie said, touching her
husband's arm. "Do you think I could have some tea for it, when the
Healers are less busy?" She'd seen the blood on one of them.

"Of course sweetheart," he said and put his arm around her. "We'll get
you some right away." He lifted a finger and a drudge came to him
immediately. "Please ask the healers to bring some tea to settle
M'Lady's stomach. And you," he pointed to another one. "Go see if
Yriadha has some crackers or bread." As they scuttled off her kissed
her temple. "We'll be fine," he said softly.

She wasn't always a worrywort. But it was her first hurricane at a new
place, and the rhythms were different then those of Turquoise Bay. She
wasn't entirely sure of the shelters' sturdiness. And combined with
her pregnancy, it all felt a little overwhelming. So Xeladrie settled
back against her husband's side to draw some comfort.

One of the drudges scuttled back with the crackers and Xeladrie
nibbled on them. "Thank you," she said to her husband.

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