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Post by Deleted on Sept 27, 2014 19:16:29 GMT 1
Silvereyes blinked shifting to see better then pulled Hale inside the tent. she looked once more outside the entrance and listened, then, as she turned to Hale, she replied to her. "Yes, once all have gathered the belongings, we need to know of a place from your Holt that is safe for us, only..." ~**It's alright, it's only Hale here to help us.**~ She sent to the wounded.
Silvereyes looked outside again, as she bit her lower lips in fatigue, frustration, anger and worry. She reminded herself there was no time for any of those emotions now, just surviving was all that had to remain and drive them or at least her for now. "We don't wish to loose track of our kin either. If any made it from this Holt's madness...where might they be now? And ideas?"
"I realize some of us may not make it out and I know better we will have to fight our way free, and yet, I am my Father's Daughter. I wish to keep out tribe safe and together even if it is at the cost of my own life." She looked away thinking of her living family and the dead. She would waver back to the shadows of the tent walls when a mad elf moved too close or ran by.
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Post by gerlin on Sept 29, 2014 19:14:46 GMT 1
(Ooc: is there a place Hale can suggest them to go?)
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Post by Aphrael on Oct 9, 2014 5:02:13 GMT 1
Sunsleaf looped several straps over her shoulder and grabbed up her herb pack. "Everyone be sure to grab at least one extra sleep fur, most of them are already rolled." She took up a couple to handle the straps to Branchwalker, grabbed Dawngazer's pack and then her own, "Don't forget water skins.. Everyone take one, even the cubs." She grabs up more straps for rolled furs and passes them around, "I wish White ears was here. We could take so much more..."
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Post by Sofia on Oct 15, 2014 21:28:59 GMT 1
(Ooc: is there a place Hale can suggest them to go?) ( OOC: I think Hale might advice them to go back the way they came, as that's the only direction the Children of the Oaks usually don't travel - it would also be a good way to get the survivors back in the direction of those captured by the trolls  IC:Branchwalker flinched at Hale's sending. Though she herself hadn't attacked him or his kin, she was a Child of the Oaks. Could it be a trap? ~**Careful,**~ he lock-sent to Silvereyes after she'd pulled Hale inside the tent. ~**What if-**~ But Sunsleaf's orders cut his sending short. His attention fully on Sunsleaf, Branchwalker grabbed what he could and made ready to take the lead out the tent. "We should form a chain of lock-sendings. Just so we can keep track of each other," he said, arms as full as they could be with anything that could be useful to bring along. "I'll send to Dawngazer, make sure not to distract her from the fighting. Silvereyes, maybe you could send to Greyspear? And you Sunsleaf, maybe you, perhaps, could send to Sureshot?" With the way things had gone between Sunsleaf and Sureshot the moment they met they probably shouldn't be forced to put up with each other, but with Sureshot being so new Sunsleaf's mind voice could be the only one he'd recognize in the chaos. "I say we head back to familiar territory," Haze said, standing with the help of Treebreeze. They too had taken as much supplies as they could. "The trolls are a threat, but hopefully they've gone under ground again and they definitely won't be skulking along the boarder between the plains and the shorter forest. It's better than running blindly into the night." Lizardstalker, Quicksand and Redstreak had done their best to grab as much as they could too. Childwolf was helping them balance things, and carrying things himself too. |
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Post by Live on Oct 16, 2014 5:04:38 GMT 1
Wishpond neared the Wolfriders' tent just in time to catch a glimpse of the High One and Claw being spirited away. An involuntary shudder passed through him. What strange magic could enable someone to just disappear like that? Not to mention draw others with them, willing or not. And that look upon Claw's face in the last split second...
Somehow the musician doubted this was the last he'd see of the High One. Flashes of skyfire are always followed by the rumble of thunder sooner or later, and although he dreaded the thought of another encounter with the tall stranger, Wishpond also couldn't help but hold a twisted seed of hope that he'd reappear someday -- for his people's sake. Who knew when they'd wake from the spell that clutched their minds in its grip? Were they even able to, without the High One's mercy? So many of them had fallen in the battle, elves Wishpond had known for eights and eights of turns, friends gone without even knowing their own actions, the elfin blood soaking their hands... Like a living nightmare.
A tangled knot of emotions gripped his stomach, grief and regret and helplessness and fear, twisting together into a dark tapestry. *No, no,* Wishpond thought to himself, shaking his head. *I can't dwell on this now. Have to get away. Get Featherfoot out of here.* Pale, but focused, the musician looked around to check for immediate danger before adjusting his grip on the elfess in his arms and hurrying the last few feet to the tent entrance. ~**H-hello?**~ he lock-sent hesitantly to the wolfbloods within, unsure of how they would receive him. ~**I come in peace. May I enter? I have Featherfoot with me; she's unconscious.**~
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Post by Aphrael on Oct 17, 2014 6:32:18 GMT 1
Sunsleaf froze at the send, she looked at Branchwalker.
Squirrel frowned and hooked up several sleep furs, looping one over each of her cubs and passing two over to her lifemate as she slipped two over her head and across her body.
At the back of the tent a hole sprouted in the leather, growing slowly it was accompanied by a send from Sureshot. ** I'm coming in... I have Trickster and White ears. **
Stepping in he was dirty, sweaty, streaks of blood at his temple and on his leathers.
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Post by Sofia on Oct 17, 2014 20:56:13 GMT 1
Branchwalker stood, indecisive when faced with yet another Child of the Oaks approaching. But with Sureshot heading their way, with wolves, maybe...
~**We were leaving,**~ Branchwalker send in reply to Wishpond, making sure all other in the tent heard as well. ~**If you swear you're not here to hurt us, I think we can help your friend.**~ Sendings couldn't lie, after all. That said, Branchwalker knew nothing of healing and didn't want to speak for Sunsleaf when it came to offering help.
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Post by Aphrael on Oct 19, 2014 8:46:40 GMT 1
Sunsleaf nodded at Branchwalker, then her gaze moved toward the back of the tent where Sureshot was making a small new entrance. Not the brightest idea he'd ever had, but they might need another way out and it would save time if one already existed so maybe not THAT bad an idea. Plus.. he'd at least thought to bring her wolf with him when he came and he couldn't be all that bad if White Ears had agreed to follow him.. or maybe the she-wolf had simply wanted to get to her bond and Sureshot had offered the added bonus of 'pack' to get her through the chaos. Still.. it meant more could be carried and the weakest could ride.
Squirrel frowned drawing her cubs closer to her, eyes searching the tent for any possible extra waterskins.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 26, 2014 5:13:19 GMT 1
Silvereyes looked around frightful. She gulped at the shared sending. Tilting her head forward, she drifted her gaze to the entrance of the tent. Her hands moved to her sides as she raised up looking for her weapons and some remaining water skins and leather and hides she had gathered since last night and yesterday. She nodded to the others. ~**Alright, I'll take the rear.**~ She missed her bow but protecting and surviving is all that matters now.
~**Father, if you still live....I am with the wounded and we have decided the safest path is the way back towards home, the Holt we lost. I have my doubts, yet...maybe something of promise will turn in our favor if the High Ones are still guiding us. I pray we can all meet up again and in better shape or at least alive. Best of luck Father**~
With her knives in her secured fists, she fallowed after the others once they start heading out the new slit in the tent. She also prayed to the dead she holds close to her heart, her Dame and her lover. If the High Ones were not still guiding them, maybe the recent dead might aid them."Anyone needing someone to lean on, I can offer my arm and shoulder." She said in soft whisper for those close by.
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Post by Live on Oct 26, 2014 11:13:52 GMT 1
Wishpond released a breath of relief. ~**You have my word,**~ he replied to Branchwalker, nudging the tent flaps open with his shoulder and stepping sideways inside. "Thank you," he added, meeting the Wolfrider's gaze briefly before sweeping the room in search of a place to rest Featherfoot. Spotting a sleeping fur that no-one had claimed, he knelt and lay the tanner down gently. "I don't think she's hurt; it seems exhaustion is the cause. After she's rested a bit, she'll probably come to."
The musician looked around as he stood, massaging his aching arms. "Is there a healer among you? Or a herbalist?" He didn't want to ask yet if Featherfoot might ride with one of them on a wolf, thinking it tasteless when so many of their own were wounded and fatigued, but he would if he had to.
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Post by gerlin on Oct 30, 2014 12:45:59 GMT 1
"Yes, the way back from where you came might be the safest way", Hale agreed, "We never venture in that direction, so perhaps the ones who are attacking will not go there..." She couldn't bring herself to call them tribesmates, not after what they were doing now.
With the fighting that was going on, there was no way Hale could go back to save her own belongings, her precious harp that had once belonged to her father... She considered it lost already. It pained her heart, but there was no other way. They had to flee. "Can I help carry anything?" Hale offered them, "Or help pack?"
Gale took the sleeping furs from Squirrel, making sure to stay between his family and Hale. She was one of the Children of the Oaks and he didn't trust her one bit. His hand stayed close to his dagger at all times. Fighting would be difficult, as the wounds on his back, shoulder and leg were far from healed, but he would give it his all if he had to, to protect his family. They would not be separated again. And then even more Children of the Oaks stepped inside. "Won't they leave us alone?", Gale growled, "I thought they wanted us gone and now they're forcing their company upon us." Fear tied a cold knot in his belly.
~**We're here!**~, Eveninglight sent just before, Shade dashed into the tent, ~**I have Longsong. Please help him!**~ She slid off her wolf's back and ignoring her own pain, offered her hand to help the storyteller down.
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Post by Sofia on Nov 1, 2014 12:53:31 GMT 1
The moment Greyspear head Eveningsky's sending he shared a sending of his own: **Fall back! Fall back! To the wounded's tent, we need to flee this place!**
Silvereyes' sending had reached him too. Reaching out with his mind to all he thought of as 'tribemates' he sent: ~**Flee toward the Holt! Back to the forest, for now. Run now! We'll keep in contact by sending until our eyes can meet and hands can touch.**~ He wasn't about to lose track of anyone again. The cubs most of all. None of them could be lost in this fray.Branchwalker's eyes widened at Greyspear's sending, feeling the rush of urgency it was meant to convey course through his blood. ~**I agree with you,**~ he lock-sent to Gale, about the Children of the Oaks present, ~**but I don't think we have time to argue with them right now and they seem fairly harmless.**~ One of them was unconscious for one. He was about to say something more, maybe to Sunsleaf maybe to the group in general he hadn't decided, but he was cut short with Eveninglight and Shade rushing into the tent with Longsong, bring the smell of blood and more panic with them. Longsong didn't move to take Eveninglight's hand, instead gestured at her leg. **You're worse off than me, you're bleeding!** he sent, not trusting his throat to support words. His ribs and throat ached terribly, but he didn't feel like he was dying. The blood leaking from Eveninglight's leg on the other hand... ~**I'm not that badly hurt,**~ he lock-sent to Sunsleaf, knowing she had to feel his pain in the sending. ~**Eveninglight is bleeding badly, her leg...**~ Panic pulled the words from him - all he could do was hope the healer would do the wise thing and tend to Eveninglight first; he trusted Sunsleaf's judgement. "Oh Longsong, Eveninglight!" Branchwalker cried out, unsure of what to do. He could tend to a wound a little and seeing the blood flowing down Eveninglight's leg he made a quick decision. "I'll help Longsong, Eveninglight. Let Sunsleaf have a look at you." Haze, Treebreeze, Childwolf, Redstreak, Quicksand and Lizardstalker continued packing, pausing only to send concern to the newly wounded. The cubs kept staying as close to the adults as they could. OOC: Time to start wrapping up this thread and preparing for a timejump  You can of course write your elves quickly tending to injuries and so, settling a truce with the CotO elves present etc. Just jump to " Fleeing" when you feel your elf is done in this thread!
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Post by gerlin on Nov 7, 2014 12:54:43 GMT 1
"Alright..", Eveninglight gave in, knowing Longsong and Branchwalker were right. She turned to seek the healer, between all the elves present. "Sunsleaf, if you have some time to spare?", she asked politely. Eveninglight leaned against Shade for support, trying to ignore the pain that was flaring up, now the flow adrenaline in her veins was lessening.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 8, 2014 7:11:28 GMT 1
Silvereyes waited for those needing healing fallowing them out by taking up the rear and covering their escape by taking out anyone Foe that came too close to those she was guarding.
((Silvereyes is in the time jump thread...Fleeing but finish up your Elfies, I was just finishing up Silvereyes's moves.))
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Post by Aphrael on Nov 10, 2014 14:42:39 GMT 1
Sunsleaf set her herb bag on the ground and turned her attention to the bleeding on Eveninglight's leg. She inspected the wound before digging into the bag for a small pot of salve and a clean bandage. This would have to do for now they needed to go, quickly. Spreading a generous dollop of the salve over the wound she pressed it into the parting of the skin and spread it carefully along the edges. She passed the small pot around so others could tend to small but bleeding wounds themselves while she applied a padding of folded leather and then a couple of strips were wrapped around Eveninglight's leg to secure it into place.
None of this was good.. none of it. So many more hurt and no time to inspect and properly tend to each wound. It would have to wait until the found a place to rest.
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You can of course write your elves quickly tending to injuries and so, settling a truce with the CotO elves present etc. Just jump to "