Khaylan attempted to wave away the healer, but whether from his own exhaustion or some such tale magic, the pressure of her hand on his chest felt as unmoveable as a mountain, and he was half pushed and half lowered back onto the bed. After a few moments, he felt a damp cloth being g pressed to his forehead, a shiver passing through his body. "I'm fine...," he protested, trying in vain to sound commanding.
He wondered of the gods were punishing him somehow. What a strange coincidence that the witch just happened to find him, and then not twenty minutes later he was attacked by a gang of theives and very nearly killed. And to think, this was supposed to be such a good day for him.
He muttered curses under his breath, giving up on trying to rise for now as the healer tended to his wounds. His shoulder ached, but he found that he could move it, even though the effort caused him great pain. If he could only find his sword...
He heard more voices coming from elsewhere in the house. "Who else is here?," he asked, "and how did I get here?
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Not great, inter webs was malfunctioning for a time. I think I've got it fixed enough to check up on the collab post though
Leon groaned in pain and grogginess, his head swimming, though from what, he couldn't really say. He realized quickly that he was lying in an unfamiliar bed, the armor and clothing on his chest and arms having been stripped away and piled neatly on a chair next to the bed. Thick, itchy bandages, soaked with a mixture of his blood and something that smelled of herbs covered his shoulder and the upper part of his chest where the crossbow bolt had struck him. He rose to a sitting position, the effort alone nearly spilling him to the floor as his arm protested against the amount of weight he had placed on it.
The first thought that came to his mind was that he was still alive, an odd prospect, but a welcome one. His last memories were of a skirmish in the village, and a piercing pain that almost made him wish he was dead. His second thought as the memories returned were that he was not where he was supposed to be. The room around him stank of foreign herbs and sterile bandages, not the smoke and sweat of home. Still, he thought to himself, it was clear that someone had tried to heal him at least, based on the now bandaged shoulder, though what they wanted in return made him was what worried him. He idly wondered what had happened to his brother knights who had been with him, and he muttered a curse under his breath. It was likely that they followed the laws of chivalry far enough to deposit their comrade in this hut, but were now on their way to spread rumors of the knowledge they had gained about Khaylan.
"Damn witches...", Khaylan said, a little bit louder. He reached for his bloodstained shirt, the effort once more threatening to topple him from the bed, but he gritted his teeth and pushed past the sensation, throwing the garment on over his head. He took several deep breaths, steeling himself for the task of standing up. He needed to get back to his brothers, to quiet the rumors and then lead a purge of this witch whom had dared to attack him. He hesitated as he finally gathered the energy though, realizing that he was not alone within the small hut.
The first thought that came to his mind was that he was still alive, an odd prospect, but a welcome one. His last memories were of a skirmish in the village, and a piercing pain that almost made him wish he was dead. His second thought as the memories returned were that he was not where he was supposed to be. The room around him stank of foreign herbs and sterile bandages, not the smoke and sweat of home. Still, he thought to himself, it was clear that someone had tried to heal him at least, based on the now bandaged shoulder, though what they wanted in return made him was what worried him. He idly wondered what had happened to his brother knights who had been with him, and he muttered a curse under his breath. It was likely that they followed the laws of chivalry far enough to deposit their comrade in this hut, but were now on their way to spread rumors of the knowledge they had gained about Khaylan.
"Damn witches...", Khaylan said, a little bit louder. He reached for his bloodstained shirt, the effort once more threatening to topple him from the bed, but he gritted his teeth and pushed past the sensation, throwing the garment on over his head. He took several deep breaths, steeling himself for the task of standing up. He needed to get back to his brothers, to quiet the rumors and then lead a purge of this witch whom had dared to attack him. He hesitated as he finally gathered the energy though, realizing that he was not alone within the small hut.
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So I have two ideas for the knights reactions, which is why I didn't include it in my post. Do you think the knights should leave khaylan behind so he's forced to ask Miranda for help? Or should they transport khaylan to a healer? Or transport khaylan and Miranda?
Khaylan struggled back onto his feet, shouting in defiance of his pain. The crossbow bolt was firmly wedged in his shoulder, making his left arm all but useless. Fortunately, he knew enough about combat to know not to pull the bolt out, lest he lose even more blood from such a large wound. He knew he needed to end this fight now, before he lost consciousness and perhaps, his very life. As though from a great distance, he heard a woman screaming.
His fellow knights had already turned the what was a largely one sided battle into a full rout, falling amongst the brigands and almost casually slaughtering them where they stood. Already the men with crossbows lie dead, and each crossbow was shattered on the ground so they could not continue being used. What few outlaws remained were already making a run for it, no longer a match for steel swords and plate armor.
Khaylan gasped loudly in pain, stumbling over to the horses and calling out. "Brothers... I need a healer..."
He looked over to his two fellow knights, who appeared to be finishing off the wounded and cleaning their weapons on the fallen. The grisly task finished, they made their way towards Khaylan, each of them staring at the bolt embedded in his shoulder.
His fellow knights had already turned the what was a largely one sided battle into a full rout, falling amongst the brigands and almost casually slaughtering them where they stood. Already the men with crossbows lie dead, and each crossbow was shattered on the ground so they could not continue being used. What few outlaws remained were already making a run for it, no longer a match for steel swords and plate armor.
Khaylan gasped loudly in pain, stumbling over to the horses and calling out. "Brothers... I need a healer..."
He looked over to his two fellow knights, who appeared to be finishing off the wounded and cleaning their weapons on the fallen. The grisly task finished, they made their way towards Khaylan, each of them staring at the bolt embedded in his shoulder.
Alright so I may have passed out halfway through posting last night
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I am going to work on a post now though
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I am going to work on a post now though
I'll extend the post once im off work, mostly just wanted to wrap it up >.>
As far as times, the only time I can guarantee will be early morning, or post 8pm pacific. I'll be checking in on the site as often as I can
As far as times, the only time I can guarantee will be early morning, or post 8pm pacific. I'll be checking in on the site as often as I can
About six more hours. I'm at work, so my posts just tkpake extra time to write but I can still write
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