A battle lost, and so was a leg

Val De Gausse · Post by **Val De Gausse** » Fri Mar 26, 2004 3:22 am

Val and Hamlet rushed into town filled with rage. Veralion was spotted and they attacked on sight....Veralion foguth back but his blade wasn't enough for long. He drank down some potions and more came...more Grunith and Grummush had come to fight. After a long battle Val had been slain. He made his way to the cross. He bloodied body crawled on the ground. He soon found Kasume who helped him up and the orcs came back...Val feel limp while Kasume pushed him.

Grunith and Quinasa stayed with him. It was then he noticed he lost his leg...the stone surronding the cross was soaked with blood and so was his body. His face grew paler by the minute and he wrapped him self in his blood soaked cloak.

Grunith ran to get Derinoar and Quinasa stay be his side, he asked to go see his house for one last time. She carried him down to the old silverbrand and he felt the old fake wall to his house. The wall was solid and would not budge. He then found out his house had crumbled with SIlverbrand. He wallowed in his pity and then decided to go to the inn. Derinoar but him a room upstairs. He washed himself with water and widdled at a wood project. He sent a kid to post this note on the wall saying "Hagen, I am in the inn, come see me..." he had to speak with Hagen a bit. He hope he would have the sympathy for his request.[/i]

Val De Gausse · Post by **Val De Gausse** » Fri Mar 26, 2004 3:44 am

Val wakes up through the night trying to ease the pain of where his leg once was...when he can't sleep he starts widdling.

Derinoar Fallvictor · Post by **Derinoar Fallvictor** » Fri Mar 26, 2004 3:47 am

Derinoar Was to tried and beaten to make it out of town so he slept in the second floor lobby of the in..He awoke in the night and heard Val moving he got up to add him but saw him form the door way and turned around....

"His missing a leg and he is still restless.."

Quinasa · Post by **Quinasa** » Fri Mar 26, 2004 7:47 pm

Quinasa walks through the town, almost a full day after the horror she'd seen. Her poor frail elven body ached from carrying the weight of a full grown man through the town. Her arms hung limp at her sides, her head lolled from side to side, seemingly unable to hold up it's own weight. Thoughts were running through her head non-stop, her prayers for Val neverending.

Stupid war, she whispered to herself. Look at me.

Her dress was covered in blood, none of it her's but all of it dried up.

I would that there were more like me... Though I will not takes sides in this war my guild is at war with this man and his friends. That they could see me now. One of their own, putting her life in danger to help her enemy.

She wanted to cry, but no more tears would come. She had cried all night and all morning until finally all the strength to cry had left her. All that was left was a burning desire for peace and a sorrow like none she'd ever known in all her 233 years.