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Durelin · 05-13-2003, 05:44 PM

"Bregand!" Tareth still shook the man, thinking the worst. He had never known much about healing. He had no way of knowing in what condition Bregand was in. Tareth's heart skipped a beat when he heard a murmur from Bregand. His head had moved. Good, at least it is something Tareth searched the area around him. The battle was over, a few wild men retreating into the dark. He couldn't see any forms that could have been one of his companions on the ground, besides Bregand's. Tareth hoped that meant they all had remained unscathed, or at least could walk. "Carmalita!" he called, "Bregand is injured!" As the nurse came rushing over, he rose and told her, "If there is someone else who needs the help more than Bregand, please go to them." Then he noticed the slash at her stomach, and his eyes widened. "Like yourself." But Carmalita assured him that she was fine, and bent over Bregand.

"Rave, Calmir, Tareth," came Rangar's voice. He sounded distressed. "Come with me and Turthol. I think they have Wren." Tareth's stomach twisted. Wren had been captured. One of his companions. He shivered, and couldn't help but stare at Rangar. What would become of her? As Rangar moved on to where a few others stood, Tareth followed, trying to wipe his axe off on his shirt, but only smearing the blood all over both. He grimaced, then realized what it was for the first time. Blood. And not his. He was foolish to think that Turthol was wounded when he was covered with blood himself. But he hadn't realized... He now did his thoughts register the fact that he had killed two men. Or was it three? He shivered again, but no more. He was becoming more and more like Rangar and Turthol. That thought made him shiver all the more, but he was determined. He would do as he had said. Kill in defense of himself and others. Kill when it was right. And he would continue to hate it, continue to shiver over it, and he would not be shamed. He would not become like Rangar and Turthol, though he'd be as strong. Tareth pushed the thoughts away, and was surprised at how easily he did so. It was time to dwell on the present matter.

He surveyed the scene before him, and winced as Turthol stabbed the man through. He saw Calimir shudder. Strange... He never expected that from the elf. Elves always hid their emotions so well, as he had learned while traveling with two. Still, Turthol was a harsh man, and Tareth believed he had reason to be. With a will, he drew his eyes away from the man and back to Rangar. The man looked completely haggard, worried and tired, but he still had an air of being dangerous. He was still a strong fighter. "We will find Wren, Rangar. I know you will not rest until we find her, and I will remain by your side." The man gave Tareth a short nod, and the blacksmith was left to hope he had helped, not made Rangar's grievings worse by voicing them. Nonetheless, Tareth gathered his things, throwing his saddle bags and came across the shield his father had given him. He tied it with the bags. He would have use of it yet. Then he mounted his gelding, his three companions doing the same. I still have to think of a name- he cut the thought off. Not important. Rave, Rangar, Calimir, and Turthol were already galloping ahead of him, so he booted his horse forward after them. He hoped Rangar would not run the horses to death in his haste.

[ May 13, 2003: Message edited by: Durelin ]

05-13-2003, 05:44 PM	#13
Durelin Estelo dagnir, Melo ring Join Date: Oct 2002 Posts: 3,063	"Bregand!" Tareth still shook the man, thinking the worst. He had never known much about healing. He had no way of knowing in what condition Bregand was in. Tareth's heart skipped a beat when he heard a murmur from Bregand. His head had moved. Good, at least it is something Tareth searched the area around him. The battle was over, a few wild men retreating into the dark. He couldn't see any forms that could have been one of his companions on the ground, besides Bregand's. Tareth hoped that meant they all had remained unscathed, or at least could walk. "Carmalita!" he called, "Bregand is injured!" As the nurse came rushing over, he rose and told her, "If there is someone else who needs the help more than Bregand, please go to them." Then he noticed the slash at her stomach, and his eyes widened. "Like yourself." But Carmalita assured him that she was fine, and bent over Bregand. "Rave, Calmir, Tareth," came Rangar's voice. He sounded distressed. "Come with me and Turthol. I think they have Wren." Tareth's stomach twisted. Wren had been captured. One of his companions. He shivered, and couldn't help but stare at Rangar. What would become of her? As Rangar moved on to where a few others stood, Tareth followed, trying to wipe his axe off on his shirt, but only smearing the blood all over both. He grimaced, then realized what it was for the first time. Blood. And not his. He was foolish to think that Turthol was wounded when he was covered with blood himself. But he hadn't realized... He now did his thoughts register the fact that he had killed two men. Or was it three? He shivered again, but no more. He was becoming more and more like Rangar and Turthol. That thought made him shiver all the more, but he was determined. He would do as he had said. Kill in defense of himself and others. Kill when it was right. And he would continue to hate it, continue to shiver over it, and he would not be shamed. He would not become like Rangar and Turthol, though he'd be as strong. Tareth pushed the thoughts away, and was surprised at how easily he did so. It was time to dwell on the present matter. He surveyed the scene before him, and winced as Turthol stabbed the man through. He saw Calimir shudder. Strange... He never expected that from the elf. Elves always hid their emotions so well, as he had learned while traveling with two. Still, Turthol was a harsh man, and Tareth believed he had reason to be. With a will, he drew his eyes away from the man and back to Rangar. The man looked completely haggard, worried and tired, but he still had an air of being dangerous. He was still a strong fighter. "We will find Wren, Rangar. I know you will not rest until we find her, and I will remain by your side." The man gave Tareth a short nod, and the blacksmith was left to hope he had helped, not made Rangar's grievings worse by voicing them. Nonetheless, Tareth gathered his things, throwing his saddle bags and came across the shield his father had given him. He tied it with the bags. He would have use of it yet. Then he mounted his gelding, his three companions doing the same. I still have to think of a name- he cut the thought off. Not important. Rave, Rangar, Calimir, and Turthol were already galloping ahead of him, so he booted his horse forward after them. He hoped Rangar would not run the horses to death in his haste. [ May 13, 2003: Message edited by: Durelin ]