Emerath groaned lightly from his wounds, but otherwise kept quiet through much of the exchange. Really, he had just been in the wrong place at the wrong time. But he had met Rodger, and he seemed like a nice enough guy. So there was that. Then there was this swordsman who he rightly had no idea what to make of. But he would figure it out, either as they sat here or as they made their way. "Either way, I'm going to need someone to help me walk. I'm pretty sure putting weight on a bleeding leg is a recipe for disaster. Once we get back to town we can get medical attention. If we get back to town..." it was a sour thought, but one that was true enough if the swordsman didn't know where to go. Although, that may not be entirely true. As Emerath considered their predicament, he looked back to Rodger, "You seemed pretty adept at climbing trees, right? I doubt Honeyhome is so far away that we wouldn't be able to see it from the tree tops. Do you think you could make it up there to break the canopy and try to find our direction? I would but..." Emerath gave a dry chuckle to try to mask the amount of pain he was in. A part of him knew the necessity, but the other was really regretting putting the pain setting on realistic.
When Bradwynne was asked by the archer, whose name was Rodger, about directions on where was the nearest village in the area, he shook his head, and replied, "Unfortunately, I am always being chased by wolves around the forest, and so I have lost any sense of direction. I do not even know why is that, maybe my meat is prime-grade so they are chasing me overnight." He then tried to flex his muscles to confirm if he had enough of them, but nothing was showing except the bite on his upper right arm. "...Well I do not really know why they chase me, being a skinny person and all. Maybe they just wanted the bones." He then moved towards a nearby tree, and then, with numerous slashes on the same cut, cut off one of its branches. He then was searching for some stems long and thick enough to serve as a staff when the other person, who introduced himself as Emerath, said about needing a person to help him walk. As he cleaved the desired stem and started to make it into a makeshift staff, he said, "Although I wanted to help you, I can't as I have the same problem myself. If ever I do, maybe we can never travel a long distance since we would stumble most of the time, right?" Bradwynne's right leg, although still quite intact, was almost crushed by the jaws of the wolf, the blood starting to coagulate to seal the wounds. After the staff was finished, he tossed it towards Emerath's direction, saying, "Here, this might help." He then searched for another stem to cut.
Rodger turned his attention upward at the recommendation of climbing high up to see if he could spot the town of Honeyhome. He was the least injured of the three, and he did feel responsible for their predicament so Rodger didn't think it right to refuse, "Sure I can climb up to see if I can spot something." He moved towards another tree that seemed to be the highest before he began his climb. It was just like in real life, and for the first time Richard was grateful for his time spent in the scouts. It took a little while, he had to make sure each branch he chose could get him higher will still supporting his weight, but after a spell he broke through the canopy and into the sun. Squinting his eyes, Rodger was pleased to see that the road wasn't much farther from them, and sure enough there was a village not far off. 'We can reach the road and hopefully be in that village within the hour. Hopefully they both last that long and don't bleed out or anything...Actually, does this game have a wound mechanic like that?' Taking a careful approach to lower himself to the ground, Rodger found himself back with his companions who seemed to be fashioning a crutch of some kind. Well the new guy Bradwynne was, Emerath was still trying to recover. "Good news and better. The road is just up ahead, and the town doesn't look to be far off from that. Were we all healthy, I'd say it would take us about half an hour. That being said, we'll probably reach it in an hour. Maybe an hour and a half." He would wait for their lead on when they would get moving. Meanwhile he took a seat and continued to recover his stamina, which had depleted a bit from the climb.
Emerath had been trying not to fall asleep sitting against the tree as he watched his companions discuss things further. He hadn't been paying much attention to Bradwynne, but considering Rodger had been up in the tree when he spoke, Emerath could only imagine that Bradwynne could be talking to him. His eyes opened lazily as he saw what appeared to be a walking stick of sorts flying towards him. Emerath's hand shot up to catch it, only just barely, as he sighed. Emerath supposed that he should be paying more attention, but the pain was taking over his mental state. And the blood loss didn't help. Slowly, he pushed himself from the tree he sat against, and used the stick to try to stand up. He very nearly fell as soon as he tried to put weight on the injured leg, but managed to catch himself by grabbing onto the tree nearby. He was fine. He would be fine. He just needed to see a proper healer or something. Slowly he managed to hobble around his tree, getting used to how much weight he had to put on the stick in order to successfully walk, when Rodger made his way back down the tree. He couldn't help but smile when the man delivered the news, and responded with, "Well, I've gotten the hang of walking with this wound. I'd like to be full speed ahead, if possible. The sooner I get this looked at, the sooner I stop feeling the strange feeling of wind on a part of my body that should never be exposed to air." Emerath gave a grim chuckle as he started to head off in the direction of what he thought was the road, before turning back and saying, "Is this the way? You should probably lead. My directionally challenged mind is what got me stuck in the first place."
Bradwynne heaved a sigh of relief when he heard from Rodger that a town is quite nearby, and it was a 30-minute walk from where they were if they were all healthy. He then set himself to make some more crutches, as his condition could be considered to be more severe than Emerath's and it only was because of the adrenaline rush from the battle that he was able to move around. It would wear off as time progresses, and so he should move quick. He then chopped off three more stems from the branch he cut earlier and then fashioned them into makeshift crutches. He then set aside the two while he tucked one on his belt where his scimitar was sheathed, as he would hand it over to Emerath once it would be evident to him that one staff is enough. He then stood up, grabbed the two crutches, and said to Rodger, "Maybe you should lead the way. I do not even know where is the next village, as I was being chased by wolves all day and all night long since I logged in here." He then yawned while straightening up his back. "Well I don't plan on staying here for picnics, or else I might become the wolves' picnic basket. I really do not know why are they being aggressive right now, and this is the new players' first login zone for crying out loud."
Rodger sat and waited for a while, allowing Emerath and Bradwynne the time the needed to get used to maneuvering with their injuries. It was a win-win so to speak, they got help moving around, and Rodger got to rest for a little bit to recover his stamina. While he sat, the bowman couldn't help but reflect. In the twenty or so minutes that he'd been playing this game so much had happened that was probably not supposed to go that way. 'This is the freedom I was looking for. I decided to go hunting instead of going to town for supplies. I decided to shoot that arrow and weather or not it was intentional for the wolf to jump or not, it felt organic.' If this was some obscure quest then it was well executed. Once he fellow survivors were back on their feet, he stood as well, chuckling as they wanted him to take point. "I'm on it. I'll make sure we don't get turned around, even if it means climbing more trees again." He started to move but then remembered his manners, "Thanks again for the help, don't think I'd have survived my first engagement without you two." With a stout nod to both fighters, he began the trek back towards civilization. /END THREAD
