[IC] Knights of The Dawn Covenant: The Longest Winter

[Zetsuko]

"Yes I'm well aware that Starguard has fallen but we are hunting a different target, we cannot go searching for survivors" Landeel spoke calmly to one of the knights in his small hunting party. "but surly with more men our hu-" was all said knight could get out before an arrow was protruding from the left eyehole of his helmet and he fell backward into the snow. a crossbowman quickly dealt with the source of the arrow but the ambush had already been sprung, several cultists leapt upon the group seeing the death of most of Landeel's knights before the remaining few gained their composure for a defense. Landeel could see the creature leading them but the knights could reach him, they were surrounded, and sure enough his allies fell one-by-one around him.

Now, almost an hour later, he was standing in the middle of both Templar and cultist corpses, roaring like a madmen and half-drunk off all the blood as he swung his greatsword at his assailants, some of which were fearful of getting within his blade's reach. He almost mistook the Knight-captain's lightning for the cultist's, whirling around to see a group of templars had wandered into the fight. The welcome sight gave him a bit of a second wind as he turned back around backhanding a cultist with his gauntleted fist before hurling his greatsword like a javlin at another and drawing his shortsword.

[OtomostheCrazy]

In the beginning of the fifth day, Kaathe thought back on the events of the Past. Many stories were ended in the last few days. Many lives were lost...though they were somewhat questionable. Some things seemed off, and it didn't help that the snow and cold help keep the horrid memories of the slaughter nice and fresh. One would easily make a mistake about how some were doing.

As for Kaathe...it didn't really matter to him, really. Whether they died or not was none of his concern. Fate had simply been cruel to them, and they were dealt some bad hands. If anything, Kaathe only chuckled a bit at the memory. Regardless of how known they were, or what feat they had done, it all proved to be useless in the end. Still, he grinned, and even let out a soft chuckle.

It will always be the same. All the training, fighting, crafting reputation using blood, sweat, and tears...it's all useless. In the end, all are fated to die. That won't stop the others, though... thought Kaathe.

Kaathe paused a moment and thought back to the good rumors that were told of those who were felled.

...You all will be missed by someone. Don't worry, you won't be on your own for long. After all, every person's a bloody fool.

Kaathe was right. It wasn't long, before they found something unpleasant. A single knight, fighting against a horde of cultists and a powerful-looking creature. Like the bloody fools Kaathe was thinking of, they had charged in, their captain leading it with fury and anger. Kaathe could only shake his head to this. Their position was revealed, and any chance of observation and hidden assistance was lost for the most part.

Kaathe ran over to a tree, and climbed up into its branches. He observed the battle, and the rumors he heard of each and every one of his comrades were beginning to be proven true. The dark elf might as well as contribute. After all, this was a battle that had opened 5-day-old wounds.

Kaathe loaded a bolt into his decorated crossbow, and aimed. He waited for a good moment, and pulled the trigger. Like before, the cultist's bodies were easy for his weapon to shoot through. They were no match for the toughness of a strong monster's hide. Once again, the single bolt had flew through the bodies of four cultists, before finally lodging itself into the chest of a fifth.

Acting quickly, Kaathe loaded another bolt, and looked for another target. Then he saw their leader. It was some sort of humanoid beast. Obviously, it must've been intelligent, powerful, and skilled. Why else would it be allowed to lead?...Oh, right. Cultists. Regardless, the dark elf took aim, and waited for a chance to shoot. When he found it, he pulled the trigger, and the bolt went flying towards the monster-like leader of the cultists.

[Ace of flames01]

Blood. Death. Cold. This was all Ruinil remembered from the past 5 days. She remembered Bartuc's "friendly" gestures prior to their leave but those thoughts were quickly pushed aside, as flattering as they were.

A rush of terror and pure rage coursed through Ruinil at the familiar sight of the cultists and their demonic leader. She clenched her teeth and her red eyes glowed brightly like a roaring fire. Ruinil dismounted her horse and charged into battle. "Even if the gods above forgive you; I will not!!" She roared as grabbed the back of a cultists head and then smashed it against the nearest tree, with monstrous strength, causing the cultist's head to be splattered all over the tree. Suddenly, thoughts of what Bartuc said to her came creeping out from the back of her mind, causing a twisted smile to form on her face. " A goddess? No.... I am a harbinger of death and destruction...." She thought to herself. Ruinil turned to the cultists that were now surrounding her. They all had looks of terror plastered across their face. "What's wrong?! Thou has never met a demon such as thy?! Well just try to tame thy! For if you do; I shall kill you all!!" Ruinil snapped.

She then charged, her movements were hardly detectable, as she cut down the surrounding enemies. Blood was splattered all over her body, though her expression was almost... Mournful? However, this quickly turned to that of intense pain and agonizing terror, as she found herself locked tightly between the jaws of a monster summoned by a cultist that had escaped Ruinil's attack. She let out a scream, sounding similar to that of a dying animal, before she cast a powerful fire spell, engulfing the beast in an inferno of hell fire. The beast released Ruinil in a desperate effort to extinguish the flames but ultimately failed and fell over dead.

Ruinil, on the other hand, was not in better shape. She had gone into shock from the extreme pain and blood loss. She lied on the ground twitching slightly, her eyes stretch open wide, and was breathing heavily.

[Zelosse]

@Ace of flames01

The travel had been unpleasant, to say the least. Every man dead in the night was fuel for the cultists and necromancers. Bartuc spat at the idea.

He ahad originally thought to ask the necromancer of their own to raise the dead to fight on, but amidst combat and constant stress, they would turn on them all without thought. Bartuc has personally burned the corpses. To hell with consequence.
None of their dead would return.

The journey with Ruinil had been pleasant enough, despite the violence, but she ultimately preffered her own space, to which Bartuc was more than willing to give.

Until they found a grim sight on the road.
A group of knights had been discovered and attacked, already almost all of them had been taken down, save for one bloodcrazed fighter still swinging his sword.
Cultists came from every direction, if the knights didn't act fast they would be eradicated too. Bartuc had been in the back of the party looking for signs of pursuit, and felt foolish.
Until his feet hit the ground, at least. Combat came in full; shouts and screams of defiance assaulted his senses. Bartuc took up his axe and hammer and, with a deep breathe that reeked of blood, began his assault.
A hurricane was often less deadly than Bartuc with his weapons in hand.
His first swing of the hammer cracked open the skull of a 4 armed demon, its jaws ready to tear into the soft meat of its own 'master', sending it to eternal darkness. His axe blade found the neck of the summoner in short order, even as the warrior leaped forward into a throng of minor demons, a breed known to swarm.
Both his weapons erupted into flame as he leaped over the circle of slashing claws, his shoulder slammed into the knight within and launched the fellow out of the ring before Bartucs weapons slammed into the nearest targets.
Most pyromancers opted to THROW fireballs and savor the carnage at a safe distance. The crazed fighter wasn't one for such weakness. His armor took on a glow as the protective wards carved into the steel shielded him from his own destructive casting.
The group of ankle biters was turned to dust in an instant or blown away from the sheer force.
He didn't have time to savor the blood, not while enemies still walked.
He caught the sound of yelling, a very particular scream of violence. He caught the sight of Ruinil crushing a mans skull to pulp on a tree and couldn't suppress the familiar tingle of excitement. He was running before he even realized it.
He was almost too late as the monster all but chewed on the half elf.
She could handle the demon, already she had lit the creature in an inferno.
The cultist was now top priority.

With a roar of outrage he threw his hammer, spinning end over end. Its flight was interrupted by the unfortunate cultists skull. The hammer lodged itself deep as the fool was thrown from his feet.
On came the warrior, slashing with his axe like a woodsman at a tree, felling any monster in his path with methodic and vicious intent.
A club like arm came whipping around to catch him full in the chest, lurching him backwards with a grunt and a stifled gasp as he touched his dented chesspiece. A thorn the size of a dagger had broken off from the creatures arm and lodged there.
Bartuc barely noticed. A feral growl escaped his mouth as he lost time and ground, launching himself at the creature. Mid leap, he all but exploded into flames as another of his fireballs exploded across his own body.
The demon didn't stand a chance against the bloodlust that consumed the thing tearing its life away.
Panting from the exertion, black and red blood mingled on his armor even as the flames ate away at it.

"Ruinil!" He shouted, bashing away a leaping insect creature with the axe spike. Still aflame, covered in gore, he looked as much a demon as the rest.
An angel of blood and brimstone.

[Snarfulblast]

NOT AGAIN! THIS CAN'T HAPPEN AGAIN!For the last few days Karl has witnessed friends and allies die, rage and hate filling his mind. Now with the sight of more dead Templars and cultist Karl lets out a bellow that stops the fighting for but a moment, rushing in blades drawn, Karl becomes a whirlwind of steel death. Slicing a cultist's head from his body, Karl continues to slice and dice cultists, slicing limbs and body parts from the cultists Karl's blades become deadlocked with one of the cultist's."You bastards will all die by my blade." Pushing through the cultist's blades Karl watches as Bartuc burns a swath through the enemies to Ruinil.

Karl charges to Bartuc and Ruinil's side, sliding on his knees in next to Ruinil Karl drops his blades and places his hands on her side white light emits from his hands healing Ruinil to a more survivable state."COVER ME SO I CAN MOVE HER OUT OF THE WAY!" Karl yells at Bartuc his voice straining against his own rage. Even if Bartuc didn't cover him Karl wouldn't leave an ally to die, picking up Ruinil and throwing her over his shoulder and picking up his long sword Karl gets up and readies himself to move.

[Zelosse]

@Ace of flames01@Snarfulblast

Bartuc nodded as Karl came in swiftly on his heels, both seeing a friend down and rushed to their aid. "get her up! I will cover!" He shouted, ducking a clumsy swing from another large demon before slamming the spike on the end of his axe into irs knee. Ir howled in pain and toppled, crushing another demon under its weight.
Retrieving his hammer he booted a small creature like a soccer ball, then took another demons arm at the wrist. The hammer whipped across with enough force to snap its neck. Pitiful.

[Snarfulblast]

"Right!" Moving quickly with Bartuc's cover Karl makes it out of the combat to where most of the horses had gathered outside of the combat placing Ruinil with her back to a tree Karl covers her with a bed roll turning back to Bartuc Karl growls out,"I'm going back to slaughter those asshole's you want to stay here?" Karl has already grabbed a shield from one of the horses and readies himself to charge back into the fray.

[Zelosse]

@Snarfulblast@Ace of flames01

"Go, Karl. Avenge our dead. I will see to the elf." A quick salute and the soldier took off. Few demons bothered with the horses, preferring the armored knights instead. There was more sport in killing an armed enemy.
"You are hurt. Please wait a moment." Both weapons tucked into their belt loops, he reached into his pouch and removed a sealed wax container, a bit crushed but untainted. "it is a root an old friend gave me once. Chew it, dont swallow. You'll feel like hell tomorrow but it'll give you a numbing sensation." Hogsroot was a common and virile weed that grew in forests, often used to cure aches and pains in small doses. The whole root would likely leave Ruinil oblivious to most any injury she suffered.

[Cuccoruler]

Cythlla was alright for the cold since she had Henry with her. Henry on the other hand, while being rather warm for the most part he was constantly on the edge of sleep due to his bear instincts. When he did fall asleep it was rather hard to wake him up, thankfully the group had packed some smelling salts to help wake up Henry during his bouts of not wanting to get up.

Over the past few days Cythlla had been trying to not be noticed by the others. Whenever they came across a body of any kind she would take a few bones from the body while some how leaving the skin. She was low on body parts and needed more. Sadly it had to be from her fallen comrades.

When the attack started Cythlla was thrown backwards off of Henry so he could stand in front of her. With all the bodies both Cultist and Templar Cythlla could try to avoid using the bodies of the Templars. She took out her shovel as she neared a body of a cultist. She muttered some words before shoving her shovel into the ground. A magic circle appeared around the body of the cultist. The body started to move again, other bodies in the area were dragged towards it by some invisible force.

Unknown to Cythlla however a few of these bodies were those of the dead Templars. "Rise my Goliath!" Cythlla yelled as a behemoth of a creature rose up from the bodies. It let out a roar before running at any cultist near it and picking them up slamming them against trees in the area breaking their necks or backs upon impact.

Cythlla herself was behind Henry still who was swatting away any Cultists that were trying to get near her. However one slipped past Henry it seemed and was able to plunge a dagger in Cythlla's leg before being swatted away. This was where things started to get a bit weirder. Instead of screaming in pain Cythlla was laugh. She had a crazed look on her face, she was enjoying the pain, showing just how frightful she was. This was something that Henry had been trying to avoid, he didn't want people to know about this side of her, this terrifying side of her.

[Snarfulblast]

Returning the salute Karl lets out a bellow and rushes back into the fray. Karl bashes a small deamon with the shield he had grabbed spinning around and slicing through another deamon, covered in blood Karl throws the shield at a cultist stunning the man Karl runs and jumps bringing his blade down on the cultists skull nearly slicing the mans head in two. Pulling his blade free Karl bends down and picks up a short sword from one of the fallen Templars, sheathing it and his long sword Karl pulls out his crossbow and fires a bolt at a charging cultist the bolt carries through it's target and imbed's itself into another cultist. Karl reloads and fires another shot at a deamon charging a Templar from behind the bolt hits the deamon in it's eye felling it without a sound, putting up his crossbow Karl re-draws he blades and charges a rather large deamon screaming like a wounded beast Karl leaps upon it stabbing it with both blades.

[Zetsuko]

Not long after the arrival of the Templars had chaos ensued, spells flew back and forth and demons were now coming out of the trees alongside the cultists. He withdrew his blade from the neck of it's most recent kill and looked around in the confusion, he saw one of the templars get bitten by one of the many demons and then a monstrosity of flesh and bone charged across his vision. With a growl he shoved past a cultist standing in his was as he retrieved his greatsword. "Enough of this" Turning back on the conflict he brought a hand up, a faint bluish glow in it for a second before he closed his fist, The resulting unnoticeable wave purged the magic from the area leaving cultists and templars alike to wonder why their spells no longer worked and anything being sustained by a magic link to fade away or crumble apart. with that he brought his sword up and cleaved aside to confused cultist and moved on the the next, driving the blade down into his spine.

[Mega Birb]

Lucien was fighting savagely, having replaced his talisman with a buckler he found a few minutes into the fight, and was ducking and dodging weaponry and magic. He was pretty sure that he'd been cut once or twice, but those were minor flesh wounds, his armor having taken most of the blows.

Then the silence went out, and the world seemed to be muffled, the cultist in front of him panicking as the shield was bashed into his neck. The cleric raised a hand and a ball of energy began to collect in the palm... then dissipated quickly. "Hell, who did that..?" He thought out loud, almost methodically breaking a summoner's leg and shoving the hilt of his mace into the throat of another one. Magic in a fight made little difference to him, but that also meant the Stoneskin spell he had cast earlier had now worn off, and now moral would be a problem.

[TheDarkTemplar]

Krovah was fast enough to avoid the incoming crossbow bolt, having it only hit his shoulder pad instead of his neck. The monster readied his whip to lash out at the crossbowman but was halted by a sword slamming into his vambrace. Krovah stumbled back from the blow but quickly replaced his whip with his sword before returning to the fight. The creature was a formidable for as his swings came with a great amount of force behind them. Each time Krovah missed the captain his blade would either find itself coming full circle around him or halfway inside a templar or cultist. Evelyn wanted more than anything to end this monster and with each swing of her sword she became more enraged but always maintaining a stern look upon her face. Finally an opportunity was given when Krovah missed a swing, leaving his exposed torso vulnerable. Evelyn slashed with all her might at Krovah, leaving a large cut across his chest. "I'll be sure to feast on your flesh, bitch!", Krovah yelled after howling in pain. It was then that Evelyn remembered when Glodin gave Krovah something to remember him by. The chipped teeth hadn't healed well and that side of his mouth looked blackened by infection. Evelyn didn't wait for Krovah to regain hos footing, immediately after he hurled his insults she advanced once again with her electromancy only to have the spell fail entirely. Krovah was about to take that moment of confusion to his advantage but once he noticed the state of his forces he retreat into the woods. Just like that the abomination was gone and his men began to disperse leaving other behind to be slain.

As the battle came to an end, Evelyn took some time to gather herself and return to her normal composed manner. "Tend to the wounded", she called out to the group. Scanning the battlefield the Knight-Captain looked for the lone knight they came upon. Finally spotting Mandrel she approached with eyes watching the nearby woods. "Knight-Captain Sunderland, my men and I are headed to Thanermere from Starguard. What brought your men out here?", Evelyn was back to her normal, formal self but underneath she was enraged at the fact that Krovah slipped away again. Next time he wouldn't escape.

[Zetsuko]

Landeel sheathed his greatsword on his back as the cultist retreated. He stood back, panting, his armor spattered with the blood of the fallen. He was finally aware of the injury on his left arm, blood was dripping down from behind plates of his pauldron. He didn't care about it as he looked over the aftermath of the skirmish, finding his second in command among the dead and dropping down on his knee next to him muttering a prayer to Baerama for him.

He looked up when he was approached by the knight captain, standing and bringing his right fist up to his chest and bowing his head slighty "knight-captain" his hand moved over to his arm before he continued " knight-lieutenant Forossa, we were sent from Thanermere to destroy a kest nest before we were ambushed" he glanced over the others in the knight-captain's party. "The nest is not far from here. I hesitate to ask for your assistance but I do not intend to leave this unfinished, and I fear I may not be able to destroy it on my own"

[ShaggyDoo0]

Glodin had grown tired of riding after four days. His ale reserves had run out the night before and his patience was growing thin as he had no idea how close they were to their destination. Glodin stirred his mule to catch up with the Knight-Captain just as a scene up ahead came into view. Glodin was one of the first to jump from his mount to join the fray, but one of the last to reach the fight. As Glodin made his way through the horses and ran to the fight he stopped next to the wounded officer who was the last of his group. Glodin barely noticed that the fight had ended before he could take a swing at a single cultist, his eyes were on the beast leading them and its familiar broken teeth. As the beast fled Glodin hurled his hammer past the Knight-Captain and at the beast, only to watch it miss by less than a yard of the beasts head and slam into a tree. "YOUR HEAD SHALL BELONG TO ME, BEAST!" he shouted aloud as he readied himself to catch his hammer which came flying back to his hand.

[boomlover]

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zVzirIK5Q6Q (something a little fitting)

When They left the village Argus had the feeling of excitement and bravery. To fight against the demons and become victorious. Then The first flocks of snow started to fall. It created a gloom around everything. Then the cold started to settle in, The gentle breezes turning into cold Stabs. Argus never liked snow. It felt like a blanket of death to him. And the cold damm the cold. Whatever Argus tried he could never be completely warm. And that was only the first day. Then the next day came. Argus had awoken and was stroking his beard. He then realized that his beard was partially broken. He then spend the whole day trying to unfreeze it, Even using his hammer which almost lit his beard on fire. To make matters worse one of the horses had strayed from the group. Evelyn had send some Templar's to find it, They sadly did not return. That Evening Argus made the campfire in a very unique way. He had used his hammer to lit it on fire and did so with a grin on his face. That night Argus couldn't sleep. The howling winds kept him from falling into sleep so instead he looked at the fire and listened to the howling wolfs.
On the next day Evelyn decided to search for The missing men. taking two other Templar's with her. They only found the butchered remains.
Evelyn then returned missing one Templar and the other being wounded. Argus was not very active that day. He was so tired it already took him much energy to not fall of his horse. Which almost happened a few times. And when they made camp He was the first to fall asleep. On the next day They had to hide From cultist patrols. Which angered Argus to no end. He tried to run out to face them a few times but was stopped by the others. They also lost more Templar's to a warrior who had attacked there camp. All of Argus excitement had disintegrated and all he wanted was to sleep, sleep and sleep. And when on the fifth day it seemed to be the same cold nightmare as before, something happened.

( end first music hear and listen to this one https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=viM0-3PXef0)

They saw a Templar surrounded by cultist fighting them off one by one. But it seems that there where to many. Evelyn who seemed to be in a very pissed mood charges forward into the enemy Killing a few on the spot with her lighting. Argus roared His battle cry, jumped of his horse and charged forward into the fray. His first foewas that of a hell hound. Now since these hellish creatuers where basicly on fire all the time. The first on jumped upon him aiming for his neck but before he could get the change to do so. Argus swung his hammer hitting the creature in the face. It fell dead to the ground its skull split open,liquids oozing out of it. Argus Then faced more hell hounds each time using the same tactic again and again. Whatever these hellhounds where they where not really smart. Then the next enemy aproached Argus. An undead Templar night still in full armor. However something seemed of with this undead as his eyes where blood red. When there hammer and blade clashed Argus could feel the dark energies radiating from it. It also seemed that the blade was resistant to his runes only denting it a little. They clashed and clashed. Argus slowly becoming tired while the undead knight regained its full strenght. Then After what seemed like an eternity The undead knight tripped Argus and raised his blade to Give Argus the final blade. His hammer out of reach and his comrades in struggle themselves Argus Grabbed his dagger As the Blade of The undead came thundering down. He rose his blde grabing both handle and steel and awaited the blow. The Blade hit the dagger but instead of breaking it held. The knight loosing its balance fell on his back. Before he could get back Argus jumped dagger in hand and let it come down right in the undead's face. Purple smoke from the wound covering Argus whole. Argus ignored it grabbed his hammer and hit the templars face. It exploded chunks of brian and skull flying everywhere. Argus had enough !! He screamed again this time full of anger. His hammer started to turn into A lava like colour. It's runes emenating blue flames. Argus then smashed his way through whatever attacked him. Melting anything what his hammer touched.
And then just as it had begun it was over.There forces retreating Argus Tried calming down. He did this by hitting the bodies of the dead demons beating them to a bloody pulp. After that he rubbed some snow in his face to cool down. He then saw the dwarf that had helped him on his horse throwing his hammer after the fleeing enemies. Now what suprised him most was that the hammer came flying back.

"YOUR HEAD SHALL BELONG TO ME, BEAST!" Argus smiled as he walked over to him."Not if i get them first."

[Snarfulblast]

Karl moves his position on the deamon's back to behind it's neck, and as the cultist retreated into the woods Karl lops off the deamon's head sending rolling across the ground blood spurting from it's severed neck. Pushing off from the deamon's back Karl flips landing deftly on his feet Karl rushes back to Ruinil just now remembering her condition. Upon reaching her Karl places his hand upon her and the same white glow from before emits from his hands and covers her body. Over what seems like an hour the wounds begin to close and Ruinil's breathing returns to a more normal rate, calling out to no-one in particular,"Well I've done all I can, so if someone who is a better healer than I can do something I would suggest you do it as soon as you can." Karl himself looks exhausted from the battle and the healing, he slumps against a nearby tree and nearly passes out.

[OtomostheCrazy]

As fast as they had entered the battle, it was finished. A single wave of whatever had cancelled out magical abilities for all within the area, making things significantly easier. Seeing this, the monster that had evaded Kaathe's shot had fled. The remaining cultists either ran away or were killed. Sighing, Kaathe climbed down from the tree, and put away his crossbow.

"Well, that battle was a bit nuisance." said Kaathe.

As he came closer to the others, he was reminded that some of them held injuries. One even looked as if she was dying. He remembered that there were several fools that just charged in with anger and fury. Respectable, and well-known knights...just allowing themselves to let anger rule them, and wildly attack anything that even slightly looked like a cultist. They just allowed themselves a bigger chance to die for those who were already dead. Serves them right, wasting themselves on something so idiotic.

"Less of a nuisance than I thought, so it seems."

The Dark Elf's gaze then focused on a little girl and her bear friend. He had seen her in the battle. She summoned a monster of her own, and laughed when she was stabbed in the leg. Poor girl was different from the others, yet still a fool all the same. Still, she was injured, and Kaathe decided to help her on a whim.

He walked over to the girl and the bear, and said in his calm voice,

"My, my...Looks like you've a bit of a cut there. Need some help?"

[Ace of flames01]

Ruinil's sight and hearing started to blur. However, she could have sworn that she she still hear the sounds of battle nearby. She remembered seeing a young elven man and Bartuc and then a warm, bright light engulfing her body. She could faintly hear the elf say a few words before everything went black and Ruinil slipped into unconsciousness. With her breathing stable and her body no longer in danger, all Ruinil needed now was sleep. Only with the proper amount of time and sleep could she fully recover.

[Cuccoruler]

Cythlla's behemoth had turned into mush after the cancellation spell had been cast, it made her severly disappointed, she was going to go and have a few words with the one who did it afterwards but found herself unable to move much from the injured leg. She liked the pain, but she couldn't move it the way she wanted to.

Then an elf came up to offer some help, before Cythlla could say a word about her mistrust of elves Henry spoke up for her. "She could use the help, yes." Henry said in a rather soothing tone of voice. Cythlla stopped trying to move around as she heard Henrys voice. "Uh- Yeah..." Cythlla said a bit shyly now as she sat down with Henry sitting down behind her so she had something to lean on. Knowing Cythlla, if it wasn't treated soon it would most likely get infected, probably by maggots or something too.