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Elliot Aldmar

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Elliot cast a glance over towards the struggle between Dulthir, Karrazark, and the half-shaven man who had struck him with that metal...something, he couldn't recall specifically. It would resolve itself however it was going to go. As he was, there wasn't much that he could do to help.

Ceridwen, in the meanwhile, acquired some rope. She let Alexia free from her wing and displayed her sickle talon, issuing an ultimatum. And Alexia, eyes absolutely crushed with sinking despair, returned the griffin monster's gaze and said with a voice stretched thin with stress, "...why are you doing this to us...?"

But, believing without any doubt that the griffin monster would callously injure Mathew further if she did not comply, Alexia meekly shifted her hands behind her back and turned around such that the griffin-thing could have better access to them.

Mathew's turn. He shook his head with disgust when Ceridwen threatened Alexia with her wing talon, damning eyes ringed with the pain of his wound burrowing into her. "The Captain was right about one thing, beast. There's plenty of room yet in hell for you and your lot."

Then, likewise believing that the creature would mutilate Alexia, Mathew stumbled around (making certain not to put much weight onto his punctured leg) and put his hands behind his back. Alexia winced when the ropes were secured hard enough to stifle blood circulation in her hands. Both she and Mathew were tied together, and Alexia winced further. Mathew spoke soft and quiet words of encouragement to her, even as his leg bled profusely.

Ceridwen went off then, pursuing Elliot's question about Syvis. And during her absence, that left the bound Mathew and, more specifically, Alexia there with Elliot.

"What have I ever done to you?" she said, her voice cracking and breaking, eyes starkly red. She was a mess. The tears, the claw marks and gashes on her face, the wooziness of her concussion, all of it.

Elliot turned his attention to her. "You haven't done anything to me."

A small gasp of a sob escaped her throat. "Then how can you be this evil? How?"

Elliot did not speak.

"All I wanted was to finally get away from my father..." she said. "I just wanted to stop smiling and pretending like everything was okay when it wasn't. Not with him beating me. Not with him tou--" Alexia shut her eyes for a moment and pursed her quivering lips. She swallowed down another sob. Continued, "Now my mother is dead. Now almost every single man who sided with my mother and I over him is also dead."

Alexia leveled her gaze back on Elliot again. A seething inferno of hatred raged in them, and her voice was quietly laced with venom. "All because of you..."

Elliot regarded her with a stoic face. He did not let his thoughts and feelings be known.

Soon enough, Ceridwen returned. And with her she had Syvis. Elliot, all too ready to take a knee, crouched down by Syvis as Ceridwen set her down. His hands worked the saddlebag as his eyes searched over Syvis's body. Odd. She didn't look wounded--not freshly wounded anyway, not with something that might have occurred after the skirmish was done. Yet Ceridwen's observation was frank and correct. Syvis was still alive, but Elliot took a moment to check her pulse anyway, two fingers touching her neck and feeling it.

After gauging the strength of her pulse, Elliot had a potion in hand. He uncorked it. Grit his teeth. Then poured it onto his numerous wounds and steeled himself against the sharp, stinging pain that came on contact. The potion wouldn't work a miracle, but it would help cut considerable days off of his recovery time.

Elliot tossed aside the empty bottle and, with painstaking effort, stood. Said to Ceridwen, "I'm making some bandages." A look to some of the other corpses of the slain guardsmen. And he allowed for a wry smile, a light touch of sardonic humor, "We'll see if I get bludgeoned a second time."

He shambled over to a thoroughly ravaged corpse, one that was the work of either Karrazark or Ceridwen herself. Squatted. Unsheathed his dagger and started cutting strips from the dead man's dirty shirt.

* * * * *​

The hilt of the dagger struck Jack on the shaven side of his face. He stumbled around in a loose spiral after it hit, splashing up some of the shallow water about his ankles. He held the side of his face with a hand, still gripping his sword with the other, and he let out a prolonged groan of pain. The skin had broken and there was some blood on his forehead and in his palm.

In a daze, and almost in the manner of an afterthought or some base and infinitely hopeful instinct reasserting itself, Jack started to trudge away from both Dulthir and Karrazark, somewhere between the speed of a walk and a half-hearted run. It was like a last ditch attempt to escape, a move of abject desperation.

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Syvis was in and out of consciousness. She was being moved she knew. Hard dampness was underneath her; the ground. Fingers on her neck; looking to see if she was dead.

She wasn't dead, yet it was her own fault that she was near. She knew the limitations of her body, yet she pushed them, destroyed them, trashed them. Her body was weak and her urge to continue weaker. The starvation set in mingled with a lack of magic like a death cocktail.
 

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The dagger struck home, hilt first. The "dead" man spun and stumbled, then half ass tried to run. He whistled, and Karrazark stopped his pursuit. Even tho Dulthir was a dwarf, and everyone knows dwarves aren't built for speed, he was still fast enough to catch the man. He used the handle of his axe, trying to trip him, a bola at the ready, if need be.
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Ceri ignored the inquiry from the girl… Honestly, she wasn’t sure why she was doing this… She was just doing what she was told, in all honesty and helping out her “friends.

"The Captain was right about one thing, beast. There's plenty of room yet in hell for you and your lot." She tilted her head at this statement though and chuckled slightly…

“Hell is a man made construct used to control people. If you can’t be a good person without the fear of hell, then you’re not a good person anyway.” She snorted slightly through her nose, the hot puff of air cascading over his face as she finished tightening the ropes.
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Ceri watched Elliot work in silence, her head resting on her forelimbs, muscles twitching. She watched curiously as he poured a fluid over his wounds, noting his jaw clench against the apparent pain the fluid brought.

"I'm making some bandages. We'll see if I get bludgeoned a second time." Elliot said. Ceri chuckled slightly…

“I would prefer you didn’t. Don’t know how many more asses I can kick today....” she laughed softly as she turned her eyes to Dulthir still struggling with the other man. She wanted to help but she literally didn’t even know if she could stand at this point, and Dulthir appeared to have it under control thus far.
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Elliot procured enough mostly clean strips of cloth from the garments of dead men. Some spatters of blood on them, but for matters of length it could not be helped.

He returned and sat back down by Syvis. Started to tend to himself. First the largest of the bandages across his chest, and then he could at last pull his gambeson back up. As he was wrapping this first bandage, he said in reply to Ceridwen, "You did well." And punctuated it with frank honesty, "I had my doubts about your willingness, but you did well."

Alexia let out a small scoff of disbelief when she heard Elliot say that. She stared at him as if he were the worst man who had ever walked the world. But she said nothing to him. Went back to a whispered conversation with Mathew.

Next, the bandage about his arm. He had to hold it in place with his chin as he wrapped it, and with the awkwardness of it the process was lengthy. But with chin and teeth and one hand, he got it wrapped and tied with reasonable security.

Then the two for his face. For the gash on his forehead and the jagged cut that went across his neck and terminated between his chin and lower lip. The forehead gash was easy. The jagged cut was difficult, and his range of motion would be limited, lest he help the bandage gradually come loose and slip down. An annoyance he'd have to deal with.

As he was putting his leather chestpiece back on, he spared another glance to Syvis. What he didn't know: why she'd run off into the forest, and what happened to her once there. Prior she had been fine. It was unlikely that Ceridwen had seen anything when she had gone to retrieve her, whatever did happen surely done by then. Could have been the intrusion of other bounty hunters--like the one that had given him his stab wound and his second gash--but without evidence of that he dismissed the notion.

Her eyes had been trying to open. Slipping back and forth between awareness and none. And while Elliot awaited Dulthir's return so that they could all discuss their next step, he might as well try to rouse Syvis.

Elliot reached into the waterlogged saddlebag. Produced a half-filled waterskin. Unstoppered it, and then poured some of the cold water on her face. An unpleasant way to wake up if it did rouse her, and if not then at least he'd have a grasp on the severity of whatever ailed her.

* * * * *​

"It'll be alright," Mathew whispered.

"No, it won't. You're bleeding," Alexia whispered back. "I can feel it running down my leg."

Back to back as they were, bound together in that manner, her leg was touching his. Mathew's blood stained a portion of her dress, soaked his pants, and dripped continuously down to the dirt from both ends of the wound and the protruding bolt.

Elliot had spoken to Ceridwen then, and Alexia scoffed and gave him that contemptuous look. But she said nothing to him and instead whispered to Mathew. "They killed our friends, they won't let us go, they'll hurt or kill us if we try to run, so what are they even doing?"

"I don't know." Mathew's face was paling just slightly.

"They got Jack..." Alexia reported morosely. As they were standing Mathew couldn't see, but Alexia could, and she saw the dwarf take him down.

"Orrem got away," Mathew whispered, trying to stay optimistic.

Her quiet tone one of wishful thinking. "I hope he comes back with an army..."

Unspoken thoughts, plenty of them, that she kept to herself.

* * * * *​

Jack fell once tripped. One hand on the side of his head where he'd been struck by the dagger, the other insufficient to fully stop his fall, he got a mouthful of the shallow water when he went down. He turned about, splashing, spat out the water, and held up his free hand.

"Don't, don't, for the love of the gods, don't man."

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Syvis was awoke with the cold splash, instinct set in as she sat up fast and threw a punch at the air in front of her. She shivered. “Thanks.” Was all she said to no one in particular, before she heard the chitter of a squirrel. The high pitched chits and their closeness together signalled the squirrel was warning other squirrels of the chaos below them.

Syvis sighed. She’d eaten worse, and she needed protein; so as to prevent her to falling damn near comatose once again. Drawing her bow, and releasing a soggy arrow she hit the little creature like a skewer. If she saw another she’d bring it for Ceri. Until then she was going to do something utterly barbaric in her mind but something that needed to be done. Getting up slowly and hobbling to her victim she skinned it quickly before eating the rodent’s raw flesh. Syvis felt terrible about not even cooking the poor thing but what had been done was done.

Hobbling back over she fully assessed the situation. “Gods above, what’s happened?” She asked as there was a bloody man tied to the young girl and less people then they started out with. Not to mention Elliot was bleeding in places he wasn’t before. She looked at the jagged cut on his neck and giggled at his bandage.

“Come here” she told Elliot with a smile on her face. Most people didn’t understand that they could indeed put mud on their face and still be fine. The mud acted as a seal for the bandage and would help its slipping. Though you often needed help.
 
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The "dead" man tripped over Dulthir's axe. Dulthir looked down as the man pleaded for his life.
"Stop yer fooking crying. There's been enough death this day. Get on yer knees, hands behind yer back."
Karrazark had walked up behind Dulthir and the "dead" man. Dulthir secured the man's hands. He looked to Karrazark, his head gashed, ear barely hanging on. He gently touched his head.
"Ye look beautiful, brother. Perhaps we canna save yer ear, lad. Keep an eye on this one. If'n he tries ta run, you can eat him..."
He looked to the man, and smiled, then back to Karrazark and winked. He walked the man back to where his companions were at. Syvis was tending to Elliot, Ceri laying down, keeping a watchful eye on Alexia and the older soldier. Dulthir sat the other man beside them and bound his legs. He went to Ceri and knelt beside her. He stroked her head, gently.
"Ye alright, love? Canna get ye anything?"
He looked around. He figured a meal was needed for all, but, he needed to tend to Karrazark as well. He looked to Syvis.
"Syvis, lass, once yer finished with Elliot ther, think ye can fix up his pretty mug? Canna have him looking all scary and whatnot."
Karrazark grunted and nudged Dulthir, not amused with his joke. Dulthir chuckled, then turned to Elliot.
"Imma gonna see if we havena scared all the wildlife away. Ceri needs nourishment, as does Karrazark. Hell, we all do. Once we get something cooking, we canna discuss our next move."
He walked a little ways back and found the bolts that had fell out of his quiver during the conflict, and headed towards the treeline, hoping to find a decent kill for dinner.
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Ceri watched Elliot, a smile crawling over her beak as he said she'd done well."You did well. I had my doubts about your willingness, but you did well."

"Thanks...." she said lightly as she lifted her head, watching Syvis as she awoke. She watched curiously as the woman killed and ate a squirrel raw, which didn't mean anything to Ceri at all, it was normal to her. She turned her head as Dulthir and Karrazark strode over, Dulthur kneeling besides her and rubbed her head lightly. She cood softly rubbing against him until he stood to go seek out food.

Food would be great... she thought. She stretched her forelimbs out, sinking her talons into the ground to pull herself up, adjusting her hind limbs under herself to lift herself. Everything hurt, every muscle screaming it's displeasure at movement. Without food to fuel her however, her limbs were too shakey and within a moment she lay back down with a huff of annoyance, watching Dulthir head out to find food.

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Elliot Aldmar

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Elliot tracked the reflexive punch with his eyes, then stoppered the waterskin once more. Whatever had happened to her did not seem to be of dire concern. Which was good. None among them would have been able to help if it was, and they were far removed from anybody who could've helped if such were the case.

He gave a slight nod in reply to the thanks given by Syvis. No need to inquire about the business of the forest, why she'd run there or what happened once there. If it was relevant then it would make itself known. For now, she was up and active--drawing a bead on small game with her bow--and that was good enough.

Elliot spared a glance across the span toward Dulthir--he had Jack under control, so all was well there. A look then to Alexia and Mathew. Standing, bound together, whispering, but they weren't going anywhere. The Free Company was long gone and hopefully there weren't any more rogue bounty hunters out in the treeline. So it seemed like all might be a quiet for a spell.

Gods above, what's happened?

"All I can say is that one of them--" A loose gesture of his hand toward some of the bodies of the guardsmen, "--wasn't dead. What happened after he struck me you'll have to get from Dulthir or Ceridwen."

He caught the look at his bandage, the haphazard one wrapped about his neck and chin. Syvis offered to help, and he'd take her up on it. Elliot stood in a slow and precise way, keen to keep his balance, and walked to her. He'd allow for his head to turned however it was necessary by her. "Do what you can to fix it." Something of a rueful smile. "It's sure to be a better job than what I could manage as I am now."

Dulthir came back, with Jack secured alongside the others. And after an address to Ceridwen and Syvis each, he spoke with Elliot.

"Good hunting, brother." They couldn't yet tend adequately to all of their wounds, they couldn't yet get the restful sleep that they needed, but they might at least get a meal in them and have a moment's respite.

Elliot's attention back to Syvis then. Steady eyes on her as she worked.

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Alexia frowned deeply when Jack was deposited next herself and Mathew, his legs as well as his hands bound.

"I'm sorry, Jack," she said softly, her words conciliatory. "You did what you could."

Down on the ground, he threw some glances around. Whispered back to her and Mathew, "Where's Orrem?"

"They didn't get him," Mathew answered. His lips were losing color and blood continued to run and drip from his wounded leg.

"Astra's good graces, are you alright, Mathew?"

"I'll be..." Mathew blinked. Lost focus for a second. "I'll be fine, Jack."

Yet Alexia and Jack shared worried glances with each other.

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She flashed Elliot a smirk. “I reckon so.” Was all she said as she tended to his neck. She’d placed the makeshift bandage more accurately over the wound before instructing Elliot to stay still. Syvis used the mud as a plaster. As she worked Dulthir returned.

“I’ll be more then willing to make Karrazark handsome once again.” Syvis said cheerfully. “You can’t go far although Dulthir.” She added, well aware that the war pig was not going to like what she’d have to do to help him.

Her attentions were once again returned to Elliot before she murmured, “remind me when we find somewhere safe that I need to pour some sort of spirit on your wounds. It’ll hurt.” Syvis gave his shoulder a tender pat. “All done.”

Next was the not so fun part with the war-pig. She’d need to scour the camp, ideally she’d find a sewing kit and some sort of spirits.

Before she left to search she called out, “someone outta check on our pets, last thing we need is one of them dying. The girl would have a cow.”
 
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Dulthir returned from the woods with a doe across his shoulders. She was decent sized, but, Dulth had gotten better. He laid her down beside everyone, and went to work butchering the deer. He made short work of it. He'd been processing kills since he was a wee lad. Out of habit, he found a large stone and stretched the skin over it. He began gathering materials for a fire. Wasn't much dry material, but, there was enough. He got the fire going and got some meat cooking. He took a full rear shank over to Ceri.
"Not sure if'n ye wanna raw hunk or cooked. If ye want it cooked, I'll be happy ta do it for ya."
He walked over to Karrazark with a big chunk and handed it to him. He began eating it. Dulthir looked around and saw Syvis searching for stuff to mend his friend. He shouted to her.
"He'll be ready when ye are, lass. I'll be right here. Food should be ready here shortly."
Dulthir checked the meat that was cooking. It was ready to eat. Dulthir looked around and found a plate stuck in the mud. He picked it up and wiped it off, mostly. He cut some meat off and put it on the plate. He walked over to Elliot.
"It's notta my best grub, but, it'll do. Ye need to eat something, lad. Yer looking peckish."
Dulthir, who couldn't really remember the last time he ate, cut a hunk off and sat beside Karrazark and began eating.
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Ceri listen to Elliot as he spoke to Syvis, his voice quickly drowning off as she fell into and exhaust induced sleep, her head resting on her forelimbs as she drifted away. She missed the words passed between friends, only to startle awake when Dulthir brought her the meat

"Not sure if'n ye wanna raw hunk or cooked. If ye want it cooked, I'll be happy ta do it for ya."

She looked at him through groggy eyes and nodded softly hooking her beak into the meat and tearing off a large chunk, tossing it back and catching it in her beak, swallowing it. She took a few chunks off, but as her tummy filled she grew more tired and she stopped eating, letting her eyes fall closed again. The throbbing in her wing couldn't even keep her awake at the moment, she was too exhausted.

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Some spirits on his wounds to stave off infection and sickness--things that the potions, narrow and specific in their purpose, did not prevent. It'll hurt.

"It will," Elliot agreed. That sharp burn of it was something that he was familiar with. Unfortunately so, but each memory of it a prodding reminder to learn from the very mistakes which led to his injuries in the first place. When at last they could all find some sleep, Elliot would have much to think on for his nightly self-reflection of this skirmish, of this whole ordeal with Alexia and the Free Company.

Syvis patted his shoulder and said that she was done, and indeed, the makeshift bandage felt more secure. His range of motion for his head would still be limited, but it didn't feel so prone to coming loose and slipping. "Thank you," he said.

Elliot went and sat by his recovered saddlebag in the middle of the ruined camp as Syvis searching, Ceridwen rested, and Dulthir hunted. He took a count of the arrows in his quiver, taking stock of the mundane ones and the specially treated ones for his necromancy. Syvis made mention of the bound guards and Alexia, and Elliot spared the three a glance. They were all wounded to some degree--everyone was wounded for that matter. But among the three it was Alexia alone who held Elliot's concern, and since she was okay by comparison, his attention drifted back to reviewing what supplies he had.

Among the camp, all of the goods and supplies of the House June guardsmen (minus the chest of coin, of course) were still present, if scattered horrendously about from all of the fighting and the magic. There would indeed be some spirits, a few bottles of wine in a satchel with which the guardsmen had been aiming to celebrate once they had finished their journey to escort Alexia to her aunt in Elbion. And as luck would have it, a sewing kit as well. Jack's sewing kit. Before retiring to a more stationary life as a House guard, Jack had lived a more adventurous life, one in which his padded armor and clothes often required mending, so he'd taken up the skill.

It was not long before Dulthir returned. Elliot had been sitting, resting, not quite sleeping even though it clawed at the edges of his eyes. The dwarf had his kill butchered and cooked in short order and offered him some.

"I'll need more than a satisfied stomach," Elliot said. Not ungrateful, simply a stated fact. The most pressing need, of course, was to seek out a healer or physician who would ensure that no scars set in from his wounds, and if they did, to have them healed immediately. Only utter fools willingly kept their scars, perhaps even brandishing their failures as some manner of pride or proof of experience. Such spoke to many shortcomings of character.

And Elliot sat cross-legged. Ate the cooked venison.

Enjoyed at last a quieter moment as the dawn's sun rose higher.

* * * * *​

Alexia, Mathew, and Jack continued their hushed conversation among themselves. Their quiet words in turn urgent, angry, calming, lamenting, resigned.

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