Avdotya wrote:
They had been traveling forever. Behind followed her husband, pulling the wagon of their belongings threw the forest. This area had never been traveled in before, so he was left zigzagging to keep from having to pull the small wagon over any fallen trees or over holes.
He said he had it, so Avdotya traveled ahead with the others.
The other travelers were weary from walking so far, but the ones leading them kept saying they were getting closer. How could they know if they weren't sure where they were headed?
Harrumphing silently, she looked at the mud on her shoes. It had sprinkled lightly earlier and she had to struggle to get threw the trees with an umbrella. By the time the light rain ended she had a hole in it.
Glancing back to find their cart to put the now worthless umbrella away, she waited for a few people to pass to see farther. Only she didn't see him. Had he fallen that far behind? She went to find him.
When she caught the sight of an unmoving wagon ahead her anger built, waiting to be let out on him for stopping. When she got closer she saw her husband on the ground, an elf orphan that joined them panicking at his side.
Avdotya ran to her husband side, screaming for help as she knelt down.
An arrow was stuck into her man's side. She hoped he was still alive.
The greatest of glares was given to the elf in-between her panic.
Elven NPC wrote:
The orphan was panicking. Tears lined the edges of his eyes as he stared at the man in horror. When his wife ran to them screaming, his eyes cleared themselves and he backed up a little, regaining his posterity. "M'lady... forgive me..." The orphan bowed deeply to the woman.
It was apparent the man would not live, or so it seemed. Each of the probable widow's glares struck deeply within the elf's heart and he was pained. Filled with anxiety his left hand began to hurt from the death grip he had put upon his bow. This was a truly frightening moment.
Dylan wrote:
One of the caravan's leaders was patting his horse while they traveled when the shrill scream of a woman pierced his ears. Calmly but hurriedly Dylan gave the quick order to halt the wagons and prepare in case there was an attack of some kind. His men all drew their weapons and Dylan readied his hunting blade. Too bad his axe was buried... he'd need to dig it out in case something like this happened again. The woodsman turned to the scream and moved quickly.
Within no time the scene of a woman sobbing over her husband's body revealed itself. An elf stood to the side, gripping his bow deftly, taking the daggers of stares the woman sent to him. "What happened?!" he bellowed. "Elf, I bear you no ill will, but this is not something to be taken lightly. What has happened? Why is there an arrow in this man?" His face furrowed into a meditative anger as he sheathed his knife. This was bad.
Avdotya wrote:
Her hand was on the wound, the arrow shooting out between her fingers. The blood was being pulsed out at slower rates, but she held in what she could. She didn't want him to die.
Using her other hand, she pointed at the boy when help finally came. "He," she stressed the word, or at least as much as she could between the tears, "shot my husband."
She had to do something. The arrow was killing him. He couldn't die...
Grabbing the arrow she readied to pull it out before it was too late.
Elven NPC wrote:
The boy elf moved forward to help the woman. He knelt down and looked at her as if he was asking to help and set down his bow. "Forgive me. I will help if you will allow me."
Avdotya wrote:
Avdotya gave an even worse look to the boy. As if she'd let him help after what he had done.
How could he ask to be forgiven from something he did on purpose? She was so upset at him and lost from the current events she didn't even hear one of the leaders yell for bandages. Only his hand reaching to stop her kept her from pulling on the arrow.
When the man looked at her bleeding husband, she knelt there. What bit of respect she had from him was barely enough to trust him with this more than she did herself.
"No don't do that!" she shouted as he broke off the arrow's shaft. They could never get it out now. In panic she went to swat his hand away before he did more damage.
Dylan wrote:
Dylan's hand was pushed slightly and the aggressive response from her surprised him. His hand released the head of the shaft he had just broken and he looked at her almost angrily. "Have you ever seen an arrow wound before, let alone treat one?" He shook his head. Dylan grimaced and shut his eyes as he waited for someone to bring some bandages. Opening his eyes again, Dylan looked at the woman with an almost impassive face, slightly tinged with the sadness he himself understood. Before he could speak, someone brought a large bandage someone had luckily prepared for an occasion. Dylan stretched the linen cloth, set it on his shoulder and begun ripping the man's clothes for better access to the wound. The person who came to help stood around watching, and Dylan quickly looked at him, a young teenage boy. "Kid, come here and lift this man up by the shoulders!" The boy did as he was told and Dylan quickly wrapped the bandage about the unconscious husband's chest, making sure to cover the wound. "I hope we can save him. It seems so unlikely, though... his lung's pierced and the arrow almost hit his heart." Saying that and finishing with the cloth, Dylan nodded to the boy who gently lay the man back onto the ground. Dylan stood up with a light grunt. "There isn't much more we can do but hope he doesn't bleed to death or die from lack of oxygen." In the back of his mind, Dylan knew the man was going to die.
Elven NPC wrote:
While Dylan and the woman were busy tending to the woman's habits, the young elf slipped away to hunt farther away. If he was going to get some food then he might as well try to find something quickly.
Avdotya wrote:
The slight anger of the man and his words struck Avdotya with their truth. She had no idea what they were supposed to do, she just thought she did. Silence overtook her as she stared at him in apologetic shock. She couldn't even get herself to shake her head.
At least there were bandages. Her husband would be ok if the blood stopped coming out of him. He would live, she knew it.
Her eyes widened when the man ripped her husband's shirt over; the sight of his blood all over his torso. There was even some on his mouth from the blood coming there; why for it she had no idea. She watched them treat him with the bandages, unable to keep from watching the blood they took in. It was horrifying.
The leader was trying his best to help her, she knew, but she could also tell that he believed her husband would die. That nearly angered her, but she was too frightened to glare.
Touching his sweaty forehead, she mumbled words of love to him, waiting for him to respond with each bit.
Elven NPC wrote:
The elf came as quickly as he had left; not but a quarter of a mile away was a lone elk feeding by a small clump of trees. Keeping sure to make some noise so the others would notice, the elf dragged the corpse to where the wounded man was and dropped it next to the two. "Is he going to live?" asked the boy. His eyes were filled with worry now as he sensed the man's life slipping away.
Dylan wrote:
Dylan stood up and moved to his wagon. He had a salve there that might help with the bleeding, but he wasn't quite sure where it was. Luckily, the caravan's leader found it in seconds as well as a clean cloth and brought them back hurriedly. At this point he noticed the elf dragging a carcass behind him; specifically that of an elk.
Giving the elf a nod of mild forgiveness Dylan set to work to quickly work with the wound. The woodsman untied the bandage rather quickly and pulled it open a little. The wound was still bleeding. Quickly, he gently applied pressure to the flesh wound and cleaned up the area. Setting the cloth next to the wound, he pulled out the salve and opened the medicinal concoction and rubbed the mixture with his fingers, grabbing a good glob of goo. With a quick brush the wound was covered and smoothed. The wax, honey and herbal leaf mixture began to cool, helping alleviate some of the man's pain. Dylan waited a little longer for the mixture to solidify a little before retying the bandage back across the wound. Before he was able, the mixture sloshed aside as more blood rushed out of the wound.
Avdotya's Husband wrote:
The man moaned a regretful, despairing sound. He coughed and blood arose from his lungs; too much to bear. He began to choke. As the blood rushed out to cover Dylan's healing hands with red, the man's life dissipated into nothingness. A quick jerk encapsulated the body for but a second, pushing away Dylan and the man's wife. Avdotya's husband was no more, and his reddened corpse lay in a limp, pitiful heap upon the ground
