Swan Wood - RPG

[The Ruling Ring]

"How many are still alive?"

"A few hundred last time I knew Cap'n. There could be less now. They are not moving. He is a coward..They must be found Captain. They are lost."

Ohtaredan felt his heart come into his throat at this response to his captain's question. The thought of the men, Herebrand's men, their friends, their comrades-in-arms, forced to remain, like helpless animals in the woods, sickened him. And the thought that their wounds and perhaps the wild men could be picking them off one by one was a thing he didn't even want to contend with.

"We must find them," Ohtaredan breathed. "We must."

"Indeed," Herebrand replied softly, his eyes glazed at the soldier's words.

Ohtaredan leaned down to the man, speaking quietly so as not to excite him, but loud enough for the man to hear.

"Thank you, friend. Rest now, you have done your best. We shall find the men, we shall bring them back."

The patient nodded, though it seemed his wounds and necessity only dictated that he should rest at all, Ohtaredan could tell as he straightened up.

He looked at his captain and friend, questions filling his eyes. In calmer times, Ohtaredan realized that he leaned quite heavily on his superior, but in these times, Ohtaredan only saw him as the bravest and most capable man.

[ August 10, 2003: Message edited by: The Ruling Ring ]