Muninn Newsrag/Adventures of one Drunk and her Rabbit/RP7Ch3

Knight temporarily absent

An assassination attempt on Davendrall Felhand (Dame of Melias) has left her seriously wounded.

Roleplay from Anneliese

Anneliese stood observing camp - her troop had just reached Cantervern and were now just setting things up. "Dame..." Her scribe came up to her, carrying a pile of papers. "Someone attacked Davendrall while she was traveling in Winham, and-" "WHAT?!" The scribe winced at her tone, but continued nonetheless, "She lies wounded. I have taken the liberty of-" "We've got to go back there!" By now, her tone had caught the attention of her troop. Several of them stopped what they were doing and began to watch. "YOU CAN'T!" The scribe shouted, before Anneliese could issue new orders, "All the Eston troops in Winham are scattered, and the Ilithian and Caligian troops that defeated them are still there. Most likely, you would end up captured or wounded yourself, and your troop would be butchered." "How do you know this? Are you sure?" Catharina pushed a lock of hair out of her eyes, "As I was about to say, dame, I sent out a scout to check for you." She pulled out a sheaf of papers, "You can see the report for yourself." The noble woman snatched the papers from her hand and flipped through them, staring furiously at each one, as if she thought they were to blame for the assassination. A frown began to form, deepening with each page, "This... Vig II Animus fellow, he's without a unit. That must be the assassin." Knowing who to blame seemed to calm her somewhat. She gave the sheaf of paper back to her scribe, "Make a note to-" A messenger came up behind her and tapped her on the shoulder. Anne turned, and took the scroll from her hands. The frown began to disappear as she read it, replaced by a little smile. Anne turned back to her troop and raised her voice to address them, "It seems we have new orders. We're going back to Winham." A few of them - those that hadn't stopped already - grumbled a bit about having to dissemble the tents right after they had them up, but complied anyway. "So," Anne lowered her voice as she addressed her scribe, "Do you think she'll like a vase of flowers made from an Ilithian skull?" "I hope you're not being serious," The scribe said, looking positively sick at the mention of such a thing.

Roleplay from Anneliese

In the shade of a forest in Winham, far from the battlefield, she found a lopsided tent. No guards stood outside, and there was no one around to stop her from entering. Inside, she found Davendrall and her scribe. Davendrall was lying down on the floor, eyes closed. There was a dirty, makeshift bandage over her chest and shoulder, clearly not the work of any healer. "What happened? Where are her soldiers, and why isn't there a healer tending to her?" "I don't know... they're either dead or wounded, and we have no healer." Anneliese took off her helmet, and knelt down beside Davendrall. The bleeding seemed to have stopped, but she was pale - well, Davendrall was always a little pale, but this time she looked almost ashen. It reminded her of how a fresh corpse might look. Anne's stomach twisted into a knot, and a rush of panic entered her, "Why isn't there a healer? She needs one now." "Er... she never got one..." Anne stared dumbly at the scribe, blinking, hardly believing her words. Suddenly, harsh laughter entered her throat, "Of course Davendrall would do something stupid like that. Idiot." She frowned, and shook her head, tears starting to form. "I'll be back." Without even bothering to put her helmet back on, she stood up and rushed out to the battlefield - where she'd last seen her soldiers. "You, come here," Anne grabbed hold of the gray-haired healer, who currently tending to a wounded soldier. "I'm a bit busy righ-" "I don't care!" She dragged the healer back to the tent, and shoved him toward the wounded Davendrall. "Fix her. Or you aren't going to be my healer anymore - or alive at all." She growled. The scribe backed into a far corner of the tent, while the healer knelt beside Davendrall. "She's alive and still breathing," The man said, and then began to carefully inspect the wound, taking off the dirty bandages, "I'll need some water - and some strong alcohol. There's some clean bandages back in my pack..." The scribe volunteered to go get the water, while Anne went off to get the bandages and a bottle of Vulture Spleen Vodka. When she had returned, the healer had started cleaning the wound. It was an ugly wound, and seeing it uncovered only made her feel more fearful for Davendrall's chances. She'd seen all sorts of wounds on her soldiers before, but she never really cared about them. "Here," Anne set the Vodka and bandages beside him, and tried to recall if she'd seen that wound on anyone else before, and whether they had survived. "It would be best if you left while I am doing this," said the healer as he uncorked the vodka and began to pour it over Davendrall's open wound. "Why? What if she wakes up?! What if she dies and I'm not here?!" "I work much better when I don't have a lo... friend glowering at me." He said calmly, "If she wakes up, I'll send the scribe out to tell you, and I'll do the same if she gets any worse." "But-but-" "We could also use someone guarding the tent, in case an enemy soldier stumbles on us and decides we're an easy target." "...fine." Anne could see the logic in that, even if she really didn't want to leave. She picked up her helmet, and stormed out of the tent. She took a place not far the entrance, and gazed at the forest, the trees and the undergrowth, fully intending to beat the crap out of whatever unfortunate that stumbled into her path.

Roleplay from Davendrall

Davendrall awoke to being bandaged by some strange scary man "Ahh!" Davendrall tried to back away, but her shoulder really really didn't like that. She screamed out again, this time in pain. "Where's Anneliese?" The healer steadied her as she tried to get up. This was the second time she had awoke since someone stabbed her. Her scribe had explained all her troops were either dead or dying. Probably in random fields and up trees. There was probably one stuck in a well to. She'd have to find them later. "Your Anneliese's healer ain't you? Wheres Anneliese?" Davendrall tried to get up again but the healer stopped her again "She's outside" "Well what are you waiting for you idiot. Get her in here!"

For the next part to the thrilling Adventures of One Drunk and her Rabbit read Chapter 4