It Begins With A Map... (Medieval RP)

[ChickieBooBoo]

Christof hesitated. "You are right, I will not kill you. Not right now." He slowly lowered the sword as if to lose his wit, then slammed the hilt down on Unwin's head to hopefully knock him out. If they could get rid of him, then maybe Oswin would think twice about blocking the door. He hadn't noticed the man grab Fleta yet as he was still focused on helping Glenn.

 

[LoveThatChick]

Unwin smirked at Christof, Weak, weak little boy... he thought, and then, without warning, Christof slammed the hilt of the sword into his head. Pain shot from the impact point, the room spun for an instant, and Unwin fell unconscious...

 

[ChickieBooBoo]

While Glenn was dealing with his wounded leg, Christof grabbed Unwin by the shoulders and dragged him to the nearest chair and table assembly. He hauled the heavier man into the chair and proceeded to tie his hands behind his back and to the chair with the same leather cord that Unwin had used on his own hands. Then, using a napkin from the table, he made a makeshift gag and tied it around his head. Upon finishing, he looked over at the inn keeper and Oswin and finally noticed that Owsin had grabbed Fleta in the doorway and was holding a knife to her...

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Jem stepped towards Glenn as he was trying to attend to the bleeding on his leg. "Glenn..." she was a little bit cautious approaching him as she didn't know him and he had looked rather out of control only moments before. "Glenn, you're hurt, let me help you." The only bit of cloth she had on hand was a tablecloth, but it would help stop the bleeding faster than his shirt was. "Here," she handed it to him, and indicated that he should press it on his leg.

 

[Frundette]

Glenn clamped one end of the table cloth onto the wound on his leg while he took the other end and held it over the wound across his side. The large youth staggered to his feet, then sank into the chair next to where Christof was binding Unwin, not realizing that the parchment had fallen from his pocket near Jem's feet.

"You and you!" Oswin said loudly, commanding the attention of all in the room as he pinned Fleta to his chest, knife held only inches from her neck and he pointed at Jem and Christof. "Seems like your lucky day and you two get to walk out of here with your freedom. So... out... NOW," he commanded, counting on their desire to run from whatever trouble was hunting them as well as the desire most people had to ensure no harm came to an innocent bystander.

 

[ChickieBooBoo]

Jem followed Glenn over to the chair and helped him press the cloth against both of his wounds. Once she was sure that he had a good handle on both, she stepped back and noticed the small piece of folded up parchment on the floor by her feet. Assuming it had fallen from Glenn's pocket, she reached down to grab it for him, intending to return it. Before she could, however, Oswin yelled from the front door and Christof was at her side pulling her away from the table.

As him and Jem slowly walked towards the door, Christof didn't see her slip the piece of parchment paper into her nightgown pocket as she was behind him. Of all the times they had been intercepted by some tracker, Christof had never seen something turn as foul as this night had. He couldn't figure out why Oswin was ordering them out, and keeping the girl with him. Every other person had been solely after them. He couldn't figure it out, but was partly relieved that the turn of events seemed to be in their favor as he slipped past Oswin...

 

[Frundette]

Glenn rose back to his feet as Jem and Christof hurried out the door. He took two angry steps toward Oswin, letting the table cloth fall as he forgot about the pain caused by the wounds and only saw Fleta's frightened face. But the heavy man moved the knife closer to Fleta's neck. "Sit back down, boy!" he snapped. "Or I swear I'll kill her!"

Glenn's jaw tightened and his hands clenched into fists, but he forced himself to back up and sit down in the chair once more, staring helplessly at Fleta.

"Lads!" Oswin yelled to the brothers outside the door, who had stopped when they saw Oswin with his knife to Fleta's neck. "Come in here!" he commanded, wondering how much he needed to pay them to gain their loyalty.

Both obeyed. But while Kenrick glared at Oswin, Peyton seemed amused by the whole situation, a fact not lost on Oswin. "There's another silver coin for you, lad, if you bind that troublemaker's hands behind his back," he said to Peyton.

"Can't pass up a deal like that," Peyton said and strolled toward Glenn as he removed his belt to use as a rope.

Kenrick opened his mouth, perhaps to protest, but Oswin's knife was so close to Fleta's throat that he closed it again.

 

[LoveThatChick]

Fleta stayed as still as she could, heart beating like a rabbits, about to be eaten by a fox. She watched as Glenn was bound, scared for him as well. "Please, Sir. Why are you doing this?!" She asked, forcing the words past the lump in her throat, Fleta looked at Kenrick pleadingly as tears began welling in her eyes, though she doubted he would care enough to help, especially when there was money in it for him...

 

[Frundette]

Glenn's face was so red and his mouth set so tight that it seemed he'd smash Peyton down into the floor if he thought that was an option that wouldn't get Fleta hurt. But instead he allowed the younger brother to bind his hands and Peyton didn't hesitate to tighten the belt around his wrists and looped it once around the chair rung so that the hulking youth couldn't slip free.

"Because, it seems, dear," Oswin said softly in Fleta's ear so that only she could hear him, "that you have something that belongs to me. I want to know where it is."

Then louder, he spoke to Peyton, "Good lad. Now, if you don't mind, take the bindings off that fellow in the other chair."

Meanwhile, the innkeeper had moved into the far corner of the room, contemplating if he could slip out the door before Oswin noticed.

 

[LoveThatChick]

Unwin was, very slowly, coming too as he could hear voices around him, but they were disjointed and had no meaning to him, and he could feel his wrists being untied, but was having trouble remembering why they had been in the first place. Things started to come into focus, and he began remembering, as his eye lids fluttered slightly. But he was dizzy, the room spun around him and his limbs were not moving at his command, so Unwin didn't try to move.

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Fleta thought wildly, what could she have that was his? Then she remembered that map, and that seemed like the only plausible explanation...

 

[Frundette]

Once Glenn's hands were bound, Oswin relaxed the knife slightly so that he didn't accidentally nick Fleta's throat, but still kept it no lower than her shoulders in case either of the pair tried to cause trouble.

"What are you doing?" Kenrick asked slowly, his eyes narrowed at Oswin.

"Reclaiming what is mine," Oswin replied with a smile on his lips, certain that he was about to find the map. "Now, girl, where is the map?"