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

[LoveThatChick]

Fleta turned her head sample as Kenrick yelled, and was just in time to see Christof reach Peyton and put the knife to his throat. She darted away from the two, ending up close to Glenn, still tied to the chair. Peyton had not fished tying Fleta's hands, so she wriggled free, dropped to her knees next to Glenn, and began trying to loosen the ropes binding him.

The fact that she ignored Peyton's plight completely, plainly stated her lack of care for if he lived or died, all she could think of right then was getting Glenn out of there. Though, she wouldn't have cared if Peyton lived or died even on a good day, in her opinion, he was worth less then dirt.

 

[ChickieBooBoo]

Christof took a couple steps backwards, away from the chair, while pulling Peyton with him. He glanced up at the stairs to make sure Oswin wasn't coming back, and briefly wondered if Jem was still up there hiding. Was she safe?

"Uh," he looked at Kenrick. "You there, help her untie the lad... quickly now!"

 

[ChickieBooBoo]

Unwin, still holding the young woman's wrists, quickly retrieved both of their knives, and strapped his to his belt, and kept her's in hand. He sighed, then started towards the door again, pulling her along. He knelt beside the broken door nob, stuck Jem's knife in the hole where the nob had been, and used it to pry the luck open. The knife snapped under the pressure, but not before the luck clicked open. He tossed the broken blade to the side, it was useless to him now.

Unwin turned and scooped Jem up onto his left shoulder, so that she was laying on her stomach, then he used his injured left arm to hold her legs so she wouldn't fall.

"If you're still lucid enough to speak, Jem, does your brother have my sword? I'd be most thankful to have it back." He asked mockingly, with his crossbow at the ready in his right hand, as he opened the broken door and they exited the room.

Sword? What sword? Jem mumbled incoherently. She could still hear him talking in the background, but couldn't remember anything about a sword.

She wiggled her fingers to see if she could still move them and found that she could, but they were tingling like she had been sleeping funny on her arm all night. Where were they? She seen the blurry door frame whisk past as he carried her out and wondered where they were going.

 

[Frundette]

"The other one is downstairs..." Oswin said quietly as he met Unwin in the hallway. "How can I help?" he offered, anxious to locate the map, which he was almost certain one of the siblings had.

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Kenrick glared at Christof, but edged toward Glenn and Fleta, not wanting to see his brother injured. "We'll get him loose," he said. "Then you just back off, okay?"

The belt that had bound Glenn to the chair came loose easily and the large man brought his hands to his still bleeding side. "Fleta?" he said, voice sounding confused.

 

[LoveThatChick]

Unwin grinned, "If indeed her brother is back, then your assistance would be most welcomed. Would you take the girl?" He asked quietly, inclining his head towards Jem, draped over his shoulder. His intention was to shoot Christof with the crossbow, bind the man, get him and his sister tied to their horses saddles, and then see what job Oswin had in mind, Things seem to be looking up for me... Unwin thought sarcastically.

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"Yes, yes it's me." Fleta whispered back, sounding frantic. She glanced to Christof and Peyton, then back to Glenn, "Everything is okay, you'll be fine, don't worry."

Fleta looked to Kenrick, "I'm going to get him out of here," She put Glenn's right arm over her shoulder, and put her left arm behind his back, ready to put all her straight into getting him upright and walking. Fleta looked to Christof, "Thank you..." Her voice was steady, but the fear was still there. She then looked to the ground, but spoke to Kenrick, more shakily then before, "Th-thank you, and... I'm sorry...". She started to try and get Glenn up, hoping he wasn't going to be as heavy as he felt and looked once he was standing...

 

[ChickieBooBoo]

Christof didn't answer Kenrick right away. In truth, he hadn't really thought about what he was going to do next. The whole grab-Peyton-and-use-him-as-leverage idea was mostly impulsive, and not thought out very well. "Just get him something to put on his side." He snapped after a minute's hesitation, trying to think quickly. Should he make the brothers leave? Or Fleta and Glenn? What about when Oswin came back? His thoughts were scrambled with exhaustion and fear. What a mess!

 

[Frundette]

Glenn's skin felt cool to the touch as Fleta put his heavy arm around her shoulder. He gave his head a shake, trying to clear the fogginess that seemed to be clouding his mind as he leaned heavily on her to help push himself to his feet. But as he did so, blood oozed between the fingers of his left hand that was clamped to the wound on his side.

"Alright, alright," Kenrick said, holding his hands in front of him in a non threatening gesture, thinking the man holding a knife to his brother's throat looked half crazed. "Maybe 'nuther tablecloth, okay?" he said, reaching to pull the somewhat soiled cloth from the next closest table.


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Oswin nodded, helping Unwin transfer Jem's barely conscious form to him, already planning to go through her pockets to see if she had the map...

 

[ChickieBooBoo]

The blood wasn't particularly attractive to Christof, and even after months of being on the run and experiencing horrors he hadn't ever dreamed of, the sight of so much blood still made him uncomfortable. It didn't look like getting out of the chair was helping Glenn in any way, if anything, the blood seemed to flow faster-- even with the addition of the second tablecloth. There wasn't any way he could make it to a house outside the inn, Christof thought, even with the girl helping him. To be honest, he thought she looked too small to much help in that regard anyways.

"Yeah..." He readily agreed to the suggestion from Kenrick. That seemed logical. "Uh... hey you," he tried to get Fleta's attention, not remembering her name. "Sorry I don't remember who you are... do you think you can patch him up enough to make it to a neighbour's house or something?" He cast a quick glance up the stairs again, half expecting to see Oswin and Unwin coming down. "You don't have much time before he comes back."

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The flannel shirt that Jem was wearing had two outside pockets on either side of her hips. Inside of them were mostly rubbish papers-- napkins, receipts from inns, restaurants and the like. Nothing of use to him unless he was interested in their favorite 'eat out' diner. The map was folded up in an inside pocket that wasn't accessible if she was carried on her stomach.

 

[LoveThatChick]

Her heart thundering, Fleta looked to Chistof, "I'm not very good, but..." She looked around, and her eyes landed on the kitchen door. She leaped up, rushing over and went through it. She quickly located cheese cloth, plantain herb and honey, and began chewing the herb as she returned to Glenn. She knelt by him, scooped honey from it's jar with her hand, then spat the ground herb into it. She removed the cloth from his side, then smeared the herb and honey onto the wound, covering it quickly with the cheese cloth. She then folded the table cloth, and gentle rapped it around Glenn's stomach, "We need to put pressure on it, so I'm going to pull this tight..." She did so, then tied the ends quickly.

"The plantain leaf will help relieve the pain, as well as stop infection, and the honey will heal, and help create a natural barrier against, sealing it..." She explained quickly, wiping her sticky hands on her now ruined dress, she never liked the thing anyway.

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Unwin took a moment to check the wound on his left forearm, the blood had congealed, but he'd have to stitch it later. After all of the events of the night, pain had returned to his right leg, and with it, a pronounced limp. "Let us head down then," Unwin said in a low voice, and holding his crossbow at the ready, he walked to the stairs, starting down them slowly...

 

[Frundette]

"Right behind you," Oswin said, keeping his voice equally low. Once Unwin started down the steps, Oswin leaned Jem's barely concious form up against the hallway wall, supporting her there with his left hand while his right hand dipped into one of the pockets on her flannel shirt. "Do you have it?" he whispered urgently.

He pulled out the loose papers there, squinting in the dim light to see what he might have found, but it was only a napkin. "Where is it, girl?" he asked, giving her a small shake in an attempt to keep her conscious.

But he could waste no more time. He hefted her with an audible "Oooph" and started after Unwin...

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Glenn sank back down into the chair as Fleta disappeared into the kitchen. "Where... where... did... " he started to very slowly ask, but the girl was returning before he could even finish the question in his increasingly confused and groggy state.

As Fleta smeared the poultice on one of his wounds, he grimaced slightly, but let her work unhindered.

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Kenrick was too preoccupied watching what was happening with Fleta and Glenn to notice Unwin creeping down the stairs.