Flames raging, several of the individuals which Thorbrand's party should have protected now lie dead. Before Skrauti charged in, a few of the mercenary followers were slain by the invading hobgoblins. In between defending himself or any nearby allies, Thorbrand had one question in mind. Why attack a merchant cart with such force.... Anything valuable in the cart was no doubt destroyed... Instinct overthrew Thorbrand far before flaming arrows initiated the fires. Both axes in each respective hand. The few enemies which got through any of his allies, met a swift fate of Thorbrand's axes.
"NO REMORSE FOR THOSE THAT DO NOT FEEL! FALL TO ME YOU BASTARDIZED DEMONS!"Cautious of the ongoing chaos Thorbrand still takes the moment to fully inspect a nearby enemy corpse. Assures himself the units are in fact goblin or mudborn. Looking up he sees the fight invoke and then not long after come to a swift end. Considering the damage they endured, Thorbrand and party could consider this a fatal loss. However no more enemies were pursuing their location, which meant the few hobgoblin left in sight were the only enemy forces left. One would begin to wonder if they actually won, or merely survived round one....
(Only a few hobgoblins remain in sight, no more enemies will be approaching this scenario.)Thorbrand stood back somewhat, examining the newcomer
(Skrauti) as hobgoblins fell by his actions, all the while searching the area for where the massive barrels could have been launched. Yet nothing came into vision, only thing he knew, melee unites were Hobgoblin, and likly the archers. But who else was involved was a mystery. Once the enemies were dealt with, they would gather the remaining living people and discuss next plan of action. Along with get more acquainted with one another.
Fargrim Vestien & Maevah Morgan
Skagrom, the Dire-Boar which carried it's owner, huffed and puffed as it took Grim towards closest civilization. Luckily for the pigs sense of smell, which was the ticket sending Skagrom nearer and nearer to Ballara. Fargrim normally walked alongside his trusted companion of a Dire-Boar, yet today was different. Backside up, Grim's figure was seen laying atop of Skagrom's back. Grim who was out cold had one arm dangling motionlessly while the other was underneath his body holding pressure to his abdomen. Paying close enough attention, one could see stains of blood on Skagrom's leather saddle which Grim was laying upon.
The Dire-boar received more than a handful of glares and gasps from civilians which it passed by. Heading deeper into the capitol of Ballara, currently at it's outskirts, the Dire-boar occasionally emits a loud squeal or snarl. As though the Dire-Boar was trying to gain attention, almost as though seeking help for it's owner, Fargrim.
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Maevah had been busy lately, helping and healing warriors and villagers of all kinds. She figured something soon would be happening though. Usually it wasn't this crazy to begin with, but she took it in stride as it helped to pay for her living. When she wasn't helping the Thane or others from the area, she would often be out and about near the markets or just inside the forests looking for herbs and plants. Today though, she was simply wandering, listening, and observing the heart of Ballara.
It was then that Maevah's silver eyes caught sight of a Dire-boar carrying what looked to be a dead man on it's back. Without hesitation, Maevah began in a bee line straight towards the boar, curious and always willing to lend a hand. The man had one arm dangling off the side of the boar, the other tucked beneath his body. She could hear people gasping as the boar passed them by, but Maevah was far from scared. She reached down into a small satchel she carried when around the market, and took out a red apple, holding it out to the boar.
"What's wrong?" she asked the boar, waiting, despite she knew it wouldn't answer in her own language.---
Skagrom the boar accepted the apple offered, meanwhile shifting self to show Fargim to Maevah. Devouring the apple, the Dire-pig hoped mission was accomplished by bringing owner to safety. Observation of Fargim's body would indicate breathing, yet incredibly faint. Far too much blood stained the saddle/ornaments of the dire-bore for all to have drained from the man upon it. Suffering from several battle wounds, Fargrim didn't speak, not to mention he was still unconscious. At this point, the Dire-Boar would follow Maevah to wherever necessary to get aid to Fargrim.
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Maevah examined the man the best she could where he lay, not wanting to disrupt his arm beneath his chest too much, as she could see blood stained the area around it. She reached out gently without speaking, touching the Dire-Boars nose and turned, heading back in the direction of her home, which was very near to the castle itself. The trip only took a few minutes, and they arrived easily without troubles. Glancing back, Maevah's dark braided hair shifted over her shoulder, the beads and pieces of metal glistening slightly in the light.
Silently she opened up the door to her home, which the main room you walked into was where she did all of her work. Through another door across the room, was the door that lead to her living quarters. Quickly now, she leaned to shift one shoulder beneath the man's dangling arm, propping him up slightly. He was heavy, but the fact the Dire-boar was helping eased the struggle. Moving as one, she was able to get him onto his back on one of the beds, which had clean sheets and a pillow. She moved with ease now, being in her natural surroundings to do her work. Entering into her own mind, she began to examine the man in a much more detailed fashion to determine what needed to be done for his injuries, and what the injuries were. Then initiate procedure to fix the discovered wounds. Eventually Fargrim was left to rest and enter recovery phase.---
Asleep Fargrim lay, taking time to heal as anyone would after the damage he endured. Skagrom the Dire-boar stood outside, reigns tied up appropriately as to prevent him wandering off. The setting was quiet as normal, evening was drawing in faster and faster. Eventually Fargim would awaken from his comatose state.
Gnawing through the reign which chained him to the present location, Skagrom the Dire-Boar starts wandering off. Onlookers merely gawk or look away quickly, upon seeing the wandering Boar. Factor which stops vikings from attacking the boar, is it's docile behavior combined with being adorned in a saddle and other ornaments showing it was domesticated.
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Maevah began to sterilize the tools she used on the man, wandering about and organizing, merely waiting for him to wake. She wasn't sure how long that would take, since his injuries were not minor. She hoped he would heal well and heal quickly. Peering out the window, she noticed the Boar break free and begin to wander off, but that didn't worry her much as he seemed fairly tame.
Once her items were put away and cleaned, she sat in an old wooden rocker, resting her head back slightly to simply watch outside, as well as keep a careful eye on her patient. By now though, it was going to start getting dark, and Maevah would have to make something for herself to eat. After pondering about that for a few more moments, she decided to get up and head through the door into her main living area, which was rather large compared to what it looked like from the outside. She left the door open slightly, in case someone came into the 'ward', and headed into the kitchen. ---
Eyes shooting open, body tensing and shooting upright to a sitting postion. Fargrim reaches for weapons, which normally would be at sides or on person. Feeling nothing within his grasps or grabs, Fargrim looks around to see a table not incredibly far off. All of his weapons rested upon said table.
"
Where am I?"
Fargrim's focus now examined the room, face incredibly angry. Sadly enough, this 'angry expression' was a natrual one for Grim. Attempting to stand, Grim faintly winces in pain and grasps his side or wound. Eventually strength is mustered and Grim stands upright fully on his feet. Taking a step forward had much harsher results. Loudly a sound of crashing occurs, as Fargrim stumbles across the room and collides with the nearest table or counter. The very same table which possessed his weapons.
Far louder than the sounds of his foosteps and stumbles, Fargrim groans in pain while grasping his side. To be honest, if not for the immense pain rushing through him, Fargrim would of armed himself and put his weapons back onto his person. Yet now, he simply leaned over and supported his weight on the table which hosted his weapons.
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Maevah had quickly fixed herself and the man something to eat for when he woke, a meal consisting of deer, carrots and potato made together in what would be a stew. Though before she could even bring the bowl into the ward, she heard him ask where he was before groaning and stumbling, though the sounds were fairly loud so she hurried to see what was going on.
"Sir I suggest you sit back down... I'm not sure it's wise for you to be walking quite yet. You've sustained a pretty serious injury," she said, nodding her head as if to point in the direction of his side. "If you're hungry, I've made something you can eat. As for where you are, you're in my ward, in Ballara. Many people come here to heal. My name is Maevah."---
Deep thought becomes painfully obvious within Grim's expression. Holding his weight by leaning against the counter, he speaks. Words are etched with pain, grunts occurring frequently. "
Grrrhg... Goood. I've been... RRrg. I've been trying to reach this damned place for weeks now." A few deep breaths are taken. Eyes shift down to his own body, as though he's examining his status of health or damage. "
Nothing ale can't repair. I've dealt with worse."
Grim looked bad no doubt, however oddly enough not as bad as someone should when dealing with the wounds he had. Eyes shot around, he looked for windows, or outside any in view. "
Where's meh Boar..." A look of agitation comes over him now.
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"Your Boar was tied up outside my ward, but he seems to have chewed his way through the restraint and wandered off. I'm sure he isn't too far from here. He will get hungry eventually. As for your health, I really suggest eating something. I can give you something else for the pain also if you'd like. It'll work much more efficiently than ale, I assure you," Maevah said smoothly, the silver of her eyes glistening in the candle lit room as she gazed at the man, still not knowing his name. "What can I call you?" she asked now.
As she waited for his response, she decided standing in the doorway was doing no good for either of them, and brought the bowl of stew over, setting it before him with a spoon. Her food could wait, and she began to mix ingredients together at a separate table that would make up the pain killer she offered him earlier.---
Weak laughter exited the weakened mans lips.
"
That boar will attract death due to being a dire-animal, I need to recover him."
Stumbling back, Fargrim returns to sitting on the bed.
"
To be honest, No offense. You can call me Fargrim, or Grim for short. But I'm not particularly keen on the idea of medicines and salves. So i'll have to pass."
Last sentence to his response, was interrupted by a wince of pain. Despite said pain, he still continued on his stubborn way of not accepting anymore assistance.
"
If ye could point me to the quickest direction of a pub or inn, I can continue my rest there. Surely there will be others who need your help besides an ol' drunk like myself."
Fargrim stood, taking a few minutes to wait and see how he held up, surprisingly the man upheld himself a lot better than previous time. During this time, Fargrim was also awaiting for the woman's next response.
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Maevah didn't stop making the medicine for him despite his efforts to be stubborn. She was the most stubborn person she knew. She would give it to him anyway, despite him not wanting to take it. "Well, Grim. I'm going to give this vial to you anyway, despite that you don't want it. You don't have to use it, but I'd at least feel better knowing you took it with you. And by all means, I won't keep you any longer if you don't feel like you need to be here. I'm not busy right now, but the choice is yours. The inn isn't too far from here, take the main square an it'll be on your right."
Before he could respond, she gathered his things into a neat pile, adding the vial to it.---
Gathering all owned items and the vial, Fargrim nods for a signal of thanks and proceeds to take leave. Faintly Fargrim staggered once exiting the building doorway, yet managed to walk it off. Direction headed for the tavern, or at least where he perceived such a location to be. Another thing Grim looked out for was his 'missing' dire-boar.
Currently Skagrom stood face deep in a water trough. Worried about no passerby which stood with glares or awkared stares. Nobody took negative action for now, due to the obvious signs of ownership adorned on the dire-boar.
(Saddle and items) Yet how long this factor would last, nobody would know....
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