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"Kak-Kak-Kak!"
It was an alarming sound for anyone not familiar. It came from above the group, high in the sky, and anyone who turned their eyes upward would see the obvious source of the bird call. It also might be an alarming sight, for shortly after it sqwauked, it circled into a sudden dive-bomb towards the group at breath-taking speed. It twisted itself gracefully and decelerated, then flew around the group, making it's presence known among them all, before going and landing on a tree branch. It spread it's wings proudly and sqwuaked once more.
It was a falcon, one slightly larger than normal - a beautiful golden brown colour, marked with dark brown spots. It looked at Fenna, who would recognise it as the falcon who she'd met already. The apex predator flew over to her and landed on her arm. For whatever reason, it's huge razor-sharp talons would not harm the Ranger in the slightest.
Connected in spirit they were. Now, connected as Master and Familiar.
***
As the sun began to dip in the west, the group came to the spot that Adam had chosen for them. A small clump of tightly knit trees and rocks, had formed a good-sized grassless area on top of a hill, where it would be easy to set up a camp site that had cover from the elements. Hommas' town river had followed them north, winding up inland, and a stream had broken off to go it's own way, bending around the area below the site. It went in and out of sight, through the treeline below, providing a good, clean source of water.
The orange sky threatened dark soon, but Adam had gotten them to a spot with ample time to set up camp, to hunt and cook if desired, and anything else they might wish to take care of before settling in for a long night.
@Dark CloudI wrote a poem about Clive and entered it into roleplayerguild's Microfiction & Poetry contest #10 lol
Intrigued.
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ALlso: Halfway through writting the last line I remembered how Zell died
What? I don't get it (reads last line 5 times) :O Bruh lmao
She would also show him gruesome pictures of injuries with a smile and make uncomfortable comments about the body that he wished he didn't know but that was neither here nor there, and at least she was less melodramatic than Pedro (The fucking drama queen) and definitely not even a quarter the asshole that Carlos was. He missed them
Also, this hit me square in the feels. Something about the word composition, maybe the strikethrough, I dunno but BAM! Man down! Too... much... feels
The surgery was a success. A solid sense of teamwork, together with James' bold and decisive action and instruction, had saved the soldier from severe permanent damage, inevitable infection and other potential conditions. Much gratitude was doled out to Clive, Arthur, MacKensie and James for their help. And even more thanks were given after that to the party as a whole - a party which had been dubbed by many; The Heroes from the Sky. This story would no-doubt be passed on for a generation.
Once the group were all stocked up with supplies and ready to go, they gathered together at the eastern gate. Any two of them that had not been formally introduced, had their chance to do so, and the intentions of the party were clear; A trek through the woodlands and hills of Southern Central Mytheria, northbound to the great city of Valhiem. To deliver the heart of the Undead Skeleton Leader - the strange metal cube.
"There are many adventurers who bear The Gift on this continent," Vadim declared. "Half would not have taken such an unofficial contract, a contract with no guarantee of reward - a contract that would not provide the extra bonus Source that comes from completing a task stamped by the Guild. And among those adventurers that would, there are even less who would stick around to busy themselves with non-magical medical assistance." His eyes narrowed as he looked over them. "You are not normal. And I believe you have come to this world for a reason. I'm too old to still believe in coincidence." He finished with his gratitude. "Hommas will never forget you - Heroes from the Sky."
And with that, he let them be off. Many of the townsguard saw them off too.
***
It was mid-afternoon. The party had set out from Hommas only an hour earlier. Starting as late in the day as they did, they would not get a full day's travel in, meaning that they may or may not have to camp under the stars for two nights before they reached their destination. That would depend on their decisions. How long would they walk into the night, if at all? Would they find the shortest routes in the mazy hillocks? Would they be hampered by wolves... or worse? Travelling in Mytheria was best done on roads with horses, or even better by airship, generally speaking, but if anyone could brave the wild without training, it was adventurers.
Luckily, the party had two in their number who had plenty of experience in the outdoors, and another one with military survival training. One of them was Adam Phillips, who held the map, the compass and the strange metal cube. Being the only one with a map, he was at the front, guiding the group up until this point.
At this moment they walked through light woodland, with not-so densely packed trees that the afternoon sun would shine on them and the bushes and grass under their feet. The sounds of insects, birds and animals made up the song of nature, together with the light breeze and running streams.
@Dark CloudI'll start writing in about 20 mins. Shouldn't take too long seeing as the 'Battle Report' part is already out of the way.
@TeyaoSo true! I involuntarily smiled as I read the knife coming out. Well played @Goblinguy Arthur is such a badass.
Of the 42 townsguard, 9 had died and a further 13 were injured. The flow of battle had been extremely fortunate, all things considered. Arthur had lured the Beserker Ogre into single combat. James had drawn the Armoured Ogre away from the centre of the field. This greatly improved the regular soldier's ability to employ defense-heavy shield tactics which were super effective against the skeletons.
The only asset of the skeletons was their strength in numbers, but Zell and MacKensie's support of the handful of soldiers on the wall made all the difference in the resistance to not be overwhelmed on the wall. Adam's quick idenitifation and subsequent dispatch of the Skeleton Leader rendered The Undead's part in the battle a relatively brief affair.
The evacuation was quick and smooth, in part due to Fenna and Clive bolstering the prefects and escorts. Even young Selica, the citizen whose life was all but gifted to the raiding party, would live to see another day, thanks to their quick response of the threat.
What could well have been a violent and messy grind down to the very last man was anything but. The adventurers had saved many lives with their actions this day.
A nearby building had been turned into a temporary infirmary for the injured. Some guards helped treat their friends, but the majority were taking out and helping bury their dead. Commander Vadim refused to be taken to the infirmary and commanded proceedings from the eastern gate where he'd been since the end of the battle. He was feeling better by the minute and had ordered a guard to fetch him some crutches.
The guards would spend much of the rest of the day here in town, before gathering their horses and mules, and packing on as much of the town's goods as they could before taking themselves to Bridgeton.
Peter and Paul explained what they could about the various classes, including information about how adventurers were known to operate, and even told Zell some of the names of famous ones from history and legends who were alive today. It was clear by how Paul talked that he was something of a fan. It seemed they could talk all day about such things, but a senior officer came over and shouted at them for taking so long with their duties. They left Zell alone rather quickly.
Vadim nodded cordially at James, his hard face softening as he looked at the man who'd saved his life. Just then, his crutches were delivered and he was helped up by a guard halfway before the Commander gestured to leave him be. "I can stand up on my own power, Fredrick, for The Quinity's sake."
Once up and eye level with the Cleric, he nodded again and looked pointedly at the rucksacks, bedrolls and haversacks of supplies that had been set for the adventurers. "Take whatever you need. If you have any other requests, I will see what I can do. As for your healing ability..." Vadim looked at Fredrick. "Take uh..." He hoped James would fill in the blank here as he didn't know the Cleric's name. Whether he did or not, "Take him to the infirmary and show him to our injured."
Half of the 13 men injured were good enough to walk around and help out. What James would find in the infirmary were 6 men in varying degrees of bad condition:
2 of them were being treated for broken bones. One had had his own shield crushed into his own body, right at the beginning of battle, making his fractures significantly worser than the other man.
2 were being treated for grievious lacerations after near-death encounters with the Armoured Ogre's giant machete. One of whom was difficult to treat as his helmet was etched into his face where the slash had gone through metal and flesh. He was in agony.
The last 2 were victims of stab wounds. One of them was falling into fever from a single critical wound to the gut. The other had been stabbed multiple times in the arms and chest.
With only two healing spells left for the day, and the rest of the day to get through travelling in the unknown wilderness, James had tough choices to make.
The only asset of the skeletons was their strength in numbers, but Zell and MacKensie's support of the handful of soldiers on the wall made all the difference in the resistance to not be overwhelmed on the wall. Adam's quick idenitifation and subsequent dispatch of the Skeleton Leader rendered The Undead's part in the battle a relatively brief affair.
The evacuation was quick and smooth, in part due to Fenna and Clive bolstering the prefects and escorts. Even young Selica, the citizen whose life was all but gifted to the raiding party, would live to see another day, thanks to their quick response of the threat.
What could well have been a violent and messy grind down to the very last man was anything but. The adventurers had saved many lives with their actions this day.
A nearby building had been turned into a temporary infirmary for the injured. Some guards helped treat their friends, but the majority were taking out and helping bury their dead. Commander Vadim refused to be taken to the infirmary and commanded proceedings from the eastern gate where he'd been since the end of the battle. He was feeling better by the minute and had ordered a guard to fetch him some crutches.
The guards would spend much of the rest of the day here in town, before gathering their horses and mules, and packing on as much of the town's goods as they could before taking themselves to Bridgeton.
Peter and Paul explained what they could about the various classes, including information about how adventurers were known to operate, and even told Zell some of the names of famous ones from history and legends who were alive today. It was clear by how Paul talked that he was something of a fan. It seemed they could talk all day about such things, but a senior officer came over and shouted at them for taking so long with their duties. They left Zell alone rather quickly.
Vadim nodded cordially at James, his hard face softening as he looked at the man who'd saved his life. Just then, his crutches were delivered and he was helped up by a guard halfway before the Commander gestured to leave him be. "I can stand up on my own power, Fredrick, for The Quinity's sake."
Once up and eye level with the Cleric, he nodded again and looked pointedly at the rucksacks, bedrolls and haversacks of supplies that had been set for the adventurers. "Take whatever you need. If you have any other requests, I will see what I can do. As for your healing ability..." Vadim looked at Fredrick. "Take uh..." He hoped James would fill in the blank here as he didn't know the Cleric's name. Whether he did or not, "Take him to the infirmary and show him to our injured."
Half of the 13 men injured were good enough to walk around and help out. What James would find in the infirmary were 6 men in varying degrees of bad condition:
2 of them were being treated for broken bones. One had had his own shield crushed into his own body, right at the beginning of battle, making his fractures significantly worser than the other man.
2 were being treated for grievious lacerations after near-death encounters with the Armoured Ogre's giant machete. One of whom was difficult to treat as his helmet was etched into his face where the slash had gone through metal and flesh. He was in agony.
The last 2 were victims of stab wounds. One of them was falling into fever from a single critical wound to the gut. The other had been stabbed multiple times in the arms and chest.
With only two healing spells left for the day, and the rest of the day to get through travelling in the unknown wilderness, James had tough choices to make.
@ZapdosEdited the language for you! Hope that makes the obvious thing I was going for more clear:P
@Dark CloudNot sure how much I should give away OOC lol. I suppose it wouldn't hurt to ask.
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