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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 19, 2015 11:24:04 GMT -5
The house of Old Herlon, the wizened and greyhaired village elder. It is located opposite the Knight's Hall.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 20, 2015 17:46:59 GMT -5
Alanna knew the best place to go was Old Herlon's house. The Old Man sits on his newly moved bed, though when Alanna enters he rises faster than usual.
"Gods Alanna dear, what has happened?" He asked, already moving to his chest of herbs and remedies.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Mar 20, 2015 17:54:42 GMT -5
She held the little girl in her arms. "Can I lay her down? The poor thing looks dreadful. They came from White Dunes. Francis Dayne." She scowled.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 20, 2015 17:57:21 GMT -5
Herlon shuddered at the name and pointed for Alanna to lay the girl down on the bed. "How many of them?" He asked as he picked out a couple of small leather bags from his chest and brought them over to the bed.
"Alanna, be a dear and cut me a strip from the cloth in my chest. I will need water too." He leaned over the girl and slowly began to peel away the makeshift bandages from her face.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Mar 20, 2015 18:02:15 GMT -5
"I don;t know how many." She lay the girl down on the bed and moved across the room. Cutting the strip of cloth, she worked, her actions confident. She laid the cloth down beside Herlon and then brought water. "I'll have to go to the river to refill your supplies when we're done here, there wasn't time to fetch you any."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 20, 2015 18:15:56 GMT -5
Herlon's head bobbed up and down as his spotted old hands pulled back the crusted bandages. What was beneath was almost enough to make Alanna hurl. The girl's face was a swollen mass of pink flesh and muscle, the skin entirely torn from it. It was a miracle that the girl was still alive.
"Gods..." Herlon muttered beneath his breath, quickly putting some of his herbs in the water and soaking it, before re-bandaging her faces. "I did not believe in evil before today, dearest Allana," He said as he worked.
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Mar 20, 2015 18:22:13 GMT -5
Alanna shut her eyes and bit her lip. She counted slowly to ten in her head before she spoke again, carefully avoiding the girl's face when she opened her eyes.
"You're right. That man Dayne is a godless creature for sure," she murmured. "Bastard. If I meet him, I'll gut him. Nobody deserves what he did, specially not a child." She looked back at Herlon. "How bad will it be when she is well again? The scars will surely be horrid."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 20, 2015 18:32:42 GMT -5
"There is no telling if she will be alright, and if... well, she will likely be in shock," Herlon said as he finished the bandaging, his hands moving carefully. "But yes, she will likely wish to wear something over her face. How did the girl get here?"
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Mar 20, 2015 18:37:29 GMT -5
"I brought her on horseback. It was lucky her companion had a horse, he'd never have carried her all that way on foot. He'd still be out there now. And she'd be getting worse. A brave man. He's with Ser Borros now, they should be with us soon."
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 20, 2015 18:45:27 GMT -5
"From White Dunes?" Herlon asked, nodding. "I hope to speak to the man; surely he can tell us more of what happened."
He tucked the girl into his bed and brushed through her hair with his hand, a caring look on his face. "Allana," He said after a moment, taking a key that hung around his neck from a piece of thread and handing it to her. "There is a black wooden chest over by the table. Be a dear and open it for me."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Mar 20, 2015 18:47:11 GMT -5
She nodded and moved quietly over to the chest, squatted and put the key in the lock. A quick twist and then she could pull up the lid and look inside the chest.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 20, 2015 18:53:58 GMT -5
The chest opened with a slight creak, though it was made from very good wood, and within Allana found several items. One was a longsword, masterfully crafted and should Allana look at the blade she would find it recently oiled. The oil was within as well as a cloth, and so was a bow of finest yew, a quiver filled with goosefeather fletched arrows beside it. A small bag of coins was the last item within the chest.
"Take the bow, Allana, and the arrows. Give the bag of coins to Ser Borros, perhaps he can find a sellsword or two to buy." His head bobbed up and down. "The sword... I don't know, but we will find someone who can make use of it."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Mar 20, 2015 18:59:02 GMT -5
She gazed at the items in wonder. The bow was fashioned from better wood than her own weapon and the sword was clearly of a quality she had not seen since she lived at Sandstone.
"These items were yours, weren't they? I will do my best to honour your bow, Herlon. I swear it by sand and sun and spear. Borros will find someone worthy of your blade and we'll find men to protect the village, somehow. Do you think that those men will prey on us next?"
The thought sent a shiver down her spine and she was reminded of her mother's old saying, that the Stranger was nearby. If true, it didn't bode well for Brimstone's future.
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Post by Amelia Royce on Mar 20, 2015 19:27:00 GMT -5
"I locked them up fourty years ago and only ever take the sword out to clean it," Herlon said, managing a small smile. "As for Dayne's men... it seems so. We are the closest village to White Dunes so likely they will make their way here, unless they continue on the other side of the Brimstone.
The curtain parted and the man who had brought the girl entered, Herrick helping him walk. "How is she?" He asked and Herlon nodded. "I have changed her bandages but she is still asleep, though her heart beats a little softer now. You are the man who brought her here?"
The man nodded as Herrick left. "The name's Alyn. I worked as a tailor in White Sands, but I used to be a man at arms for Lord Manwoody."
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Post by Leona Redwyne on Mar 21, 2015 5:25:47 GMT -5
Alanna's face was grim now. They were about to face their biggest challenge yet.
"Alanna Sand, of Sandstone. You are brave and noble, to help the little girl. Seven hells, they'd best not harm Set Borros' little daughter. Can you still wield a spear, Alyn? We'll need every man and every woman to do what they can, now."
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