Zorlon - Levdia

[Malchik]

Padden is clearly still unhappy. He says: "I was going to suggest you spent the night at the last farm but I don't understand what is going on. What were you saying about Zekic?"

 

(Posted on behalf of Theta who is away for a few days)

 

Lurel reassures Padden. "You remember the battle last year?"

 

Padden, like all those who were there, can only vaguely recall it.

 

"Zekic and Sammi had to flee their homes. Sammi's family was killed by monsters - perhaps that was one of them. Since then they've both been helping us keep Zorlon free of evil. I would have said something before except I've only just remembered the details."

 

Padden looks at his feet. "Makes me look pretty useless, doesn't it?"

 

He shrugs then adds: "I don't know. You don't seem to be bad people. Come on. You'll have to eat as we go. Do you need any help, Ford?"

[Switch]

"Nah, I'll be fine, thanks..."

 

Ford washes the water over the wound, wincing slightly as he does it. He tries to get the bandage rolled round and just about does it, if a little makeshift.

 

(OOC: Erm, what can we use to seal the bandage in place so it won't just unravel as he walks?)

[Emry]

Lisette walks over to Ford to help with the bandage.

 

"Fold a clean bit of cloth to act as an actual bandage. Then take a strip of cloth and wind it around your leg. Rip one end vertically to create a "Y" and then tie the two ends on the Y to hold the bandage in place. That should keep secure while we're walking. We could use the sacking from the basement to making the holding strips if someone doesn't have spare cloth in their packs."

 

 

 

(OOC -former firefighter. we learned how to improvise! ;) )

[Switch]

Ford blinks, an increasingly bemused look appearing across his face as Lisette talks.

 

"Ok... I think I may need some help with that one."

 

He grins slightly.

 

He calls to the rest of the group, "Anyone got some spare cloth? And scissors?"

[Malchik]

Padden proffers a knife. "We need to be away."

 

It is hard to tell what has made him so jumpy.

 

"You can tear a bit off my shirt if there's nothing else. I have plenty more at home."

[Switch]

"Yeesh, you are in a rush. Fine, if no-one has anything spare I'll just have to improvise..."

 

Ford pulls out one of his flame red shirts and uses his sword to cut a square out of the side of it. He folds it and places it over the wound, wincing slightly.

 

"Now what?"

 

He looks to Lisette.

[Emry]

Lisette takes the folded cloth. "I'm sorry you had to sacrifice your shirt. Could I take some more of it? I'll get you another one next time we are in a town or city." She cuts of some strips and ties them off around the wound. "That should hold. We should also save the rest in case there are any other injuries."

 

Looking to the rest of the group. "Is there any reason to stay? I'd like to move on and put this farm behind us."

[ThetaOrionis01]

"Yes, let's get away from this place," Lurel says, taking a last look at the cellar door, and turning away with a shudder. "Padden is right, we can eat while we walk along."

 

He turns to the youth. "Useless? I think all of us must have felt like that at some point or another. But even if you doubt yourself, it's important to go on. At least that's how I feel."

 

Lurel rummages in his pack, takes out some grapes.

"That will do me for now," he mutters. "I don't feel like eating, really. Which reminds me..." - he looks up at Padden - "... we still need to buy more supplies somewhere. But as far from here as possible, I think."

 

He glances at Ford. "Are you ok? Maybe we can take some of your stuff, so you don't have so much to carry - you probably should take it easy for a bit."

 

Lurel shoulders his pack, ready and waiting, and starts nibbling on some grapes.

[Switch]

"Thanks Lisette. Yeah, keep it, you never know when some spare cloth might come in handy. I've got 3 spare shirts just like it anyway, don't worry about it."

 

Ford smiles and gets up from the floor and shoulders his pack, looking over to Lurel.

 

"Nah, I'll be fine. I'm not really that hungry, either."

 

He pulls out an apple and starts munching on it, then looks to the rest of the group.

 

"Shall we get going then?"

[Malchik]

Padden sets a cracking pace. It isn't easy to eat without falling behind. The road continues much as it had until just as the sun has the evening reddishnesss about it, it begins to degenerate.

 

"Only three more farms from here. I'll stop at the last Konnell's decent enough. You can camp in his long field."

 

He continues, without slackening speed. Where the rutted track finally disappears you can see a low farm house. A man in his early thirties is hoeing a small plot of vegetables. When he hears you he looks up and smiles.

 

"Padden Timberton, I thought you'd ceased to exist. Visitors, a lady too - hmm! If I'd known I'd have worn my best clothes."

 

The man comes over to you. He limps badly, favouring his right foot.

 

"So, I'm Konnell. What can I do for you?"

 

He is sweating profusely. But by now, so are you.