[h3][center][b][color=forestgreen]Col Ward[/color][/b][/center][/h3]
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Col's grip on his weapon and shield tightened as they moved further and further. It didn't feel right. Those trees shouldn't look like that at this time of year should they? The air didn't smell right. Col felt clammy. They were in a forest, but he couldn't hear anything other than their own footsteps. Something was wrong. Merlin began kicking up a little bit as well, only reinforcing Col's feeling. When they came into view of what could only be described as a massacre Col froze as though the very life had been stolen from him. His eyes wandered over the scene in a detached sort of way, categorizing the horrors he saw. It was only through a supreme effort of will that Col didn't throw up on the spot. What? What was this? What the hell was this? How did this many people die here? Why had so many corpses been left here? Rolfe had praised Lance, the captain of the guard, as a man of indomitable will, terrifying physical prowess, and having a mind akin to a steel trap. Traits Col knew for himself to be true. Still he lay there, dead with his sword still in hand. Similarly lauded great men lay around the gory scene, men that Col had talked to, trained with, eaten with. Now they were strewn about like horribly realistic dolls someone had broken in a fit of rage. These thoughts pulsed through Col's mind at a staccato pace, striking a harsh contrast to his still immobile frame. 

Bastian had apparently managed to gather his nerve and step forward, approaching one of the bodies and treating it. Col himself managed to take a few staggering steps forward as his mind feebly tried to see if anyone could still be living amongst the rent apart bodies. He had only just began to examine the bodies for such a thing when Bastian spoke up and ordered Col to help him. Though he might be struggling to process the scene before him, his body had no qualms responding to orders, and he quickly strode over the man Bastian was next to. His experience with the armor in question aided him in quickly removing it from the wounded man, while he attempted to avoid causing any additional harm, Col considered time to be the limiting factor and moved with haste. Hopefully Bastian would be able to do something to help the poor man. 


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-Leather armor
-Buckler(Damaged)
-Short-sword
-Merlin 
-Merlin saddle, etc
-2 days worth of rations
-Half full Water flask
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