She looked up a bit emberassed “Sorry.” She said soft and looked back down
Once the girl is brought back into the tent and the bandit has left, Mirima again pulls out the canteen. She takes a sip herself and then lets the others have it again. Iavre receives it last as she's already practically drained a full canteen.
The tent by this time is getting to be dark, so it takes Mirima a few seconds of rooting around in her bag to find the biscuits again. Once she does she makes sure that each of the prisoners gets one. "Hide them if anyone comes in here, and, for goodness sakes, don't anyone dare make a peep about this!" she warns.
"Now, where is that thing..." she mumbles as she continues digging through a few pockets. "There! Get... over here." She locates a small vial but has some trouble pulling it from the small pocket with her hands tied together. She returns to Rook's side and quietly explains, "It's an elfin ointment. I don't have much, and I think Grey needs some. But if you want, I can give you a bit. You'll have to help me though; I really can't see your injuries with this darkness."
The tent by this time is getting to be dark, so it takes Mirima a few seconds of rooting around in her bag to find the biscuits again. Once she does she makes sure that each of the prisoners gets one. "Hide them if anyone comes in here, and, for goodness sakes, don't anyone dare make a peep about this!" she warns.
"Now, where is that thing..." she mumbles as she continues digging through a few pockets. "There! Get... over here." She locates a small vial but has some trouble pulling it from the small pocket with her hands tied together. She returns to Rook's side and quietly explains, "It's an elfin ointment. I don't have much, and I think Grey needs some. But if you want, I can give you a bit. You'll have to help me though; I really can't see your injuries with this darkness."
“I want to come home.”
“To my bed and my teddybear.” She looked hopefully “We will go home right?”
“To my bed and my teddybear.” She looked hopefully “We will go home right?”
Now that Rook had some water and was feeling less woozy, she found that she was actually very hungry. She forced herself to eat the dry biscuit slowly, closing her eyes and savoring each nibble as if it were a fine delicacy.
"Better use it on Grey," Rook said between nibbles, talking to Mirima, but looking at Grey, wondering how he was staying so calm. Those blisters had to be incredibly painful.
Anticipating protest, she added quickly, "Someone bandaged mine up already." She moved the injured shoulder slightly, the sloppy bandage job just visible beneath her torn and bloodied shirt. She had no memory of anyone bandaging her, but assumed it had been one of the bandits. "I don't think we could get the bandages off then back on with bound hands."
"Better use it on Grey," Rook said between nibbles, talking to Mirima, but looking at Grey, wondering how he was staying so calm. Those blisters had to be incredibly painful.
Anticipating protest, she added quickly, "Someone bandaged mine up already." She moved the injured shoulder slightly, the sloppy bandage job just visible beneath her torn and bloodied shirt. She had no memory of anyone bandaging her, but assumed it had been one of the bandits. "I don't think we could get the bandages off then back on with bound hands."
“I am Iavre , and my hands hurt.” She looked painfully “It hurts so much.” She started to cry again
"If you wish," Mirima replies to Rook's request to use the ointment on Grey. It is true that the bandages would be quite difficult to work with, and there would always be the possibility of reopening the wounds by removing the bandages. "Perhaps you are right and that is better after all."
She shuffles her way over to Grey and informs him of the ointment. "I don't have nearly enough to heal those burns, but it should at least keep out infection and help with the pain. ...If you'd like, of course."
The young girl starts off to crying again just then, and Mirima feels for her pain and fear. She turns her head in the girl's direction and smiles. "We know, sweetheart, we really do. There's not much can be done for it. It's best to keep your hands still so the rope doesn't cut in so much. We don't know what's going to happen, but none of us have given up hope yet. We'll just have to work together to get out of this. But right now, some people need a bit of rest and care. I'm Mirima, by the way. Wish we were meeting under nicer circumstances."
Then she turns back to Grey and quietly hums a cheerful, relaxing little tune as she sets to work on his wounds. ((Unless of course he has denied the care))
((I swear I never expected this character to become the "Team Mom"...))
She shuffles her way over to Grey and informs him of the ointment. "I don't have nearly enough to heal those burns, but it should at least keep out infection and help with the pain. ...If you'd like, of course."
The young girl starts off to crying again just then, and Mirima feels for her pain and fear. She turns her head in the girl's direction and smiles. "We know, sweetheart, we really do. There's not much can be done for it. It's best to keep your hands still so the rope doesn't cut in so much. We don't know what's going to happen, but none of us have given up hope yet. We'll just have to work together to get out of this. But right now, some people need a bit of rest and care. I'm Mirima, by the way. Wish we were meeting under nicer circumstances."
Then she turns back to Grey and quietly hums a cheerful, relaxing little tune as she sets to work on his wounds. ((Unless of course he has denied the care))
((I swear I never expected this character to become the "Team Mom"...))
The bandits intended on waiting out the storm, the strong winds whipping at the wall of fire and sending the flames dancing violently in the air, first leaning this way, then leaning the other, but Silveris managed to keep his hold on his fire, although he was beginning to feel a slight ache in his chest.
He turned to Marcelle. "How much longer do you think this will last?"
At first, Marcelle didn't reply, for he was too busy staring at the dust and sand beyond the wall of flames, watching them twirl in the air and cover the landscape in a hazy, gritty, brown fog, and Marcelle lifted his mask a little bit higher over his face and glanced at Silveris.
"The sandstorms before left as suddenly as they came. But I have a feeling this one is different. I estimate another day or two. Otherwise, this might not be just any sandstorm."
"What do you mean?"
"Jadis always has something brewing in her pot."
"This is the witch's doing?"
The corner of Marcelle's eyes crinkled as he smiled. "Could be."
He turned to Marcelle. "How much longer do you think this will last?"
At first, Marcelle didn't reply, for he was too busy staring at the dust and sand beyond the wall of flames, watching them twirl in the air and cover the landscape in a hazy, gritty, brown fog, and Marcelle lifted his mask a little bit higher over his face and glanced at Silveris.
"The sandstorms before left as suddenly as they came. But I have a feeling this one is different. I estimate another day or two. Otherwise, this might not be just any sandstorm."
"What do you mean?"
"Jadis always has something brewing in her pot."
"This is the witch's doing?"
The corner of Marcelle's eyes crinkled as he smiled. "Could be."
Iavre sighed “Thanks,” she looked down
Grey let Mirima tend to his wounds, wincing every so often as the chains shifted and sizzled.
They needed an escape plan. Grey listened to the tune of Mirima's whistle and closed his eyes, thinking about their next move. The sandstorm sounded like it would go on for a while. The bandits probably knew that already. Most of them were common henchman but there were a few, like Cordell, who were fierce, and Silveris and Marcelle, who were magical.
Grey just hoped it wouldn't come down to magic against magic.
He opened his eyes. "Any ideas on how to get out of this mess?" he asked no one in particular.
They needed an escape plan. Grey listened to the tune of Mirima's whistle and closed his eyes, thinking about their next move. The sandstorm sounded like it would go on for a while. The bandits probably knew that already. Most of them were common henchman but there were a few, like Cordell, who were fierce, and Silveris and Marcelle, who were magical.
Grey just hoped it wouldn't come down to magic against magic.
He opened his eyes. "Any ideas on how to get out of this mess?" he asked no one in particular.
“If someone pretend he dies those dudes will come because they want ‘healthy ‘ slaves , maybe one of us can escape .”
Mirima gently pours ointment onto Grey's arms; every so often she has to rub it in or move the chains and apologizes for causing him more discomfort.
She doesn't immediately respond to his question about escape ideas. Iavre has a valid point, and Mirima waits a minute to respond. "But I think we should all try to escape together; we'll have a better chance of getting away and actually surviving than any one of us on our own... And we'd do better if we could get a hold of the horses." She pauses for a minute and seems to struggle with the decision to say something else or not. Her mouth opens and closes more than once as she thinks. Finally she says, "If you all want to stick with her plan of leaving one behind,... I'll stay. I'd be more of a liability than anyone else."
She doesn't immediately respond to his question about escape ideas. Iavre has a valid point, and Mirima waits a minute to respond. "But I think we should all try to escape together; we'll have a better chance of getting away and actually surviving than any one of us on our own... And we'd do better if we could get a hold of the horses." She pauses for a minute and seems to struggle with the decision to say something else or not. Her mouth opens and closes more than once as she thinks. Finally she says, "If you all want to stick with her plan of leaving one behind,... I'll stay. I'd be more of a liability than anyone else."
“If one can escape l, he could kill those dudes and then verybody is free!” She giggled
Rook swallowed the last bite of her biscuit. The question in her own mind wasn't exactly how to escape the bandits, but how to fulfill her original mission... killing the leader. Neither of which would be easy when she wasn't even sure if she could walk. She shifted her leg at the thought, grimacing slightly.
"There's too many for that, Iavre," she said, but had no good ideas of her own to suggest. She looked at Mirima, noticing for the first time that the woman was indeed an elf. "If we can, it should be together. I see nothing to be gained from leaving one behind."
"What of this witch?" she asked after a moment. "Does she really cook people?"
"There's too many for that, Iavre," she said, but had no good ideas of her own to suggest. She looked at Mirima, noticing for the first time that the woman was indeed an elf. "If we can, it should be together. I see nothing to be gained from leaving one behind."
"What of this witch?" she asked after a moment. "Does she really cook people?"
“He said she did.” She looked a bit scared. “But maybe we be in a candy house , so it won’t be too bad , then I would eat so much candy till I get sick.” She giggled a bit.
“And afcourse eating chocolate.”
“And afcourse eating chocolate.”
Pinning sand 'neath the tumult of a particularly ungraceful landing, the huntress rolled to her feet, limber sculpt recoiling like a spring teetering for fatigue. Behind her, the tide of the sandstorm lay stumped like the sea afore the cliffs, the press of the storm roiling out an arc over the camp, suspending an avalanche above their fire-lit shelter. Somehow she caught the squint of a knife flashing in the great shadow of the bulging leviathan.
Reaction was instinct. Reflex was instant.
She had jerked her head aside, blade snatching at her cowl. The cloth fell aside as she, figure slashing the sand into a swiveled rivulet, reeled into new poise three feet aside where she had landed. The spear had come free of it's half-scabbard holster in the scuff of her motion. Now the still hooded spearhead hovered ahead of her stance, her figure heaving for breath, dark eyes honed to the man that had flung the dagger. Her ink-hued lips twisted to a soundless snarl, gritting.
"Rein yourself in or I will bring the storm down on your head, dog!" The words punched from her parched throat nigh growl, save for the volume she lent her voice.
Reaction was instinct. Reflex was instant.
She had jerked her head aside, blade snatching at her cowl. The cloth fell aside as she, figure slashing the sand into a swiveled rivulet, reeled into new poise three feet aside where she had landed. The spear had come free of it's half-scabbard holster in the scuff of her motion. Now the still hooded spearhead hovered ahead of her stance, her figure heaving for breath, dark eyes honed to the man that had flung the dagger. Her ink-hued lips twisted to a soundless snarl, gritting.
"Rein yourself in or I will bring the storm down on your head, dog!" The words punched from her parched throat nigh growl, save for the volume she lent her voice.
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Sampson had just slipped on his sand mask when someone came tumbling through Silveris's wall of fire. She landed in a roll, flames still licking at her clothes.
Sampson didn't hesitate. He threw a knife straight for her face.
Sampson didn't hesitate. He threw a knife straight for her face.
Silveris and Marcelle both whipped their heads around at the sound of an unfamiliar female voice in the camp and their eyes fell on the girl with the spear who was facing off with Sampson, and Marcelle snapped his fingers, signaling for the bandits to surround the girl.
"Another one? They just keep on coming. I don't know if Jadis can handle all these prisoners. We might have to pay a trip to the salt mines, maybe even the trolls, after all! It'll be a rich, rich day!"
Meanwhile, Myles had drifted away from the other bandits and soon found himself standing in front of the prisoner tent, holding his roll of bandages and indicating to the guards that he had a job to do, although he hadn't exactly been ordered to come here, but the guards let him in anyway.
What harm could a kid bandit do?
"Another one? They just keep on coming. I don't know if Jadis can handle all these prisoners. We might have to pay a trip to the salt mines, maybe even the trolls, after all! It'll be a rich, rich day!"
Meanwhile, Myles had drifted away from the other bandits and soon found himself standing in front of the prisoner tent, holding his roll of bandages and indicating to the guards that he had a job to do, although he hadn't exactly been ordered to come here, but the guards let him in anyway.
What harm could a kid bandit do?
“Hey , is that creepy witch real!” Iavre shouted “I tought the witch of Hansel and gretel is death?” She asked wondering
Vessa shot a bitter smile 'round the circle of bandits cornering her. "What a greeting for the witch's disciple, hm.." crackled she and her voice was grinding rocks, a venomous musing in self-chagrin. Vigor heaved through the ebony venus as she caught a second wind and gained her feet and the full of her lean height.
"Jadis say, 'Vessa, you must go help them. Big sandstorm coming. They will get lost.' And I say, 'yes bibi, I will go and help them, for you. I will brave the perils of the desert and the storm plaguing it to help them!' And this is how you greet me??" Incredulity raced across her marked face only to become vapor as she spoke anew, voice crawling, pregnant with blooded enthusiasm, "Come then if you wish death!"
With a flick she rid the wrap of cloth from the obsidian spear-head, the compass of her weapon's cruel device come into sudden, sweeping reality. No gaze could ever hope to touch the light-defying lozenge mounting her weapon. It was a scar ethereal, shying comprehension from it's aspect. What it did to flesh nobody had lived to tell... She smiled over her weapons unearthly involution.
"Jadis say, 'Vessa, you must go help them. Big sandstorm coming. They will get lost.' And I say, 'yes bibi, I will go and help them, for you. I will brave the perils of the desert and the storm plaguing it to help them!' And this is how you greet me??" Incredulity raced across her marked face only to become vapor as she spoke anew, voice crawling, pregnant with blooded enthusiasm, "Come then if you wish death!"
With a flick she rid the wrap of cloth from the obsidian spear-head, the compass of her weapon's cruel device come into sudden, sweeping reality. No gaze could ever hope to touch the light-defying lozenge mounting her weapon. It was a scar ethereal, shying comprehension from it's aspect. What it did to flesh nobody had lived to tell... She smiled over her weapons unearthly involution.
Sampson felt the color drain from his face. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Had he - did he just -
Did I just throw a knife at Jadis's disciple's face? he thought, both shocked and horrified.
Sampson glanced at Marcelle and Silveris, unsure of what to do.
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Grey looked up at the sound of Myles entering the tent. The young bandit had a roll of bandages in his hands, but Grey had a feeling he wasn't here for that. He tilted his head wordlessly at Myles.
It was then that Grey felt a sting in the side of his head and he immediately sat up straight, staring at the tent flap. He closed his eyes. There was another presence in the camp. Not a fiery presence like Marcelle or Silveris. It was a dark, magical presence.
Grey let his purple eyes drift to Myles. "What," he said, "is happening out there?"
Did I just throw a knife at Jadis's disciple's face? he thought, both shocked and horrified.
Sampson glanced at Marcelle and Silveris, unsure of what to do.
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Grey looked up at the sound of Myles entering the tent. The young bandit had a roll of bandages in his hands, but Grey had a feeling he wasn't here for that. He tilted his head wordlessly at Myles.
It was then that Grey felt a sting in the side of his head and he immediately sat up straight, staring at the tent flap. He closed his eyes. There was another presence in the camp. Not a fiery presence like Marcelle or Silveris. It was a dark, magical presence.
Grey let his purple eyes drift to Myles. "What," he said, "is happening out there?"
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