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[stewardedingly]

 [And Faramir wandered straight into a whole fucking army of slow mutants]

[Luckily for Faramir, well, he's Faramir. With all the badassery that entails. So not only did he notice them before they started shooting poison at him, he also stained his sword with an awful lot of mutie blood. Consensus; they're easier to kill than orcs]

[Less luckily,

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oooooooooooh

[eddiedingly]

[Look who the hand of God dropped on your proverbial door step, Faramir.]

Nice work, sai--- [he's sorry he missed the battle; but then he sees the belt on his arm. there's a real dark whopper of a memory tied to that imagery, hoss....] You're hurt.

:3

[stewardedingly]

[He looks down at his arm, the poison spreading numbly, as if he's forgotten it was there]

I am. Nor is the wound deep, yet poison runs deeper than blades. Tell me, Eddie, have you seen water nearby? Some river, some stream?

Re: :3

[eddiedingly]

Nothing you'd want to bathe in. Or drink. Or breathe too close to. [he moves closer... but he's no doctor...] This place is wrecked, man. Poison through and through.

[stewardedingly]

There's a bitterness that speaks to me of the fringes of Ithilien. Yet even bitter water can be boiled.