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Post by Demitraeus Dehlfvaen on Feb 11, 2018 16:27:38 GMT -5
Destrian was silent for a long moment, gazing into the air, but turned at last for a glance at Thayer's eyes. He nodded, and looked away again. He had been robbed of everything but his own life... And now wasn't the first time he wondered if it would have been better if he'd lost that as well. War was ugly, fierce, and unbiased. Destrian could find no liking for the pain he had endured.
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Feb 11, 2018 17:13:54 GMT -5
By the silence that followed her question, she could guess the answer even before he nodded. "I'm sorry," she murmured. Her words would do nothing to bring back the things he lost to the war, but she offered it anyway. If there was a way to keep the casualties to just the two armies fighting, then she would make it so. However, that was not something she had the power to do. "Are you hungry? I was just going to get myself something to eat, so, if you would like, I can bring you something as well."
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Post by Demitraeus Dehlfvaen on Feb 12, 2018 5:32:13 GMT -5
"Yes, please. That would be nice," Destrian murmured absently, then looked back at her, more alert. "I'm not sure how long my leg will take to heal, but I don't think I could walk very much on it right now."
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Post by Demitraeus Dehlfvaen on Feb 13, 2018 11:01:10 GMT -5
Destrian's grimace at the healer's comment turned to a half-grin as Thayer stood. "I'll behave," he promised, half to each of them. He didn't want to be on Túel's bad side any more than he wanted to be on Thayer's. If he could help it, he tried not to make enemies in life. Friends and allies were good outside of tough situations; it was simply easier to live with them.
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*Nightwhisper
"And guilty I may be, but don't give up on me... We will still be thick as thieves."
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Post by *Nightwhisper on Feb 13, 2018 12:59:40 GMT -5
Thayer nodded in approval. "I will be back shortly then," she told him. With that, she turned to leave the tent. From there, it was a straight shot to the camp's cook fires. With the amount of people living in the camp, the space reserved for eating and cooking took up a third of the actual space. Several tents were set up side by side, half regular tents while the others were open air structures. The open air structures were the places where the food was severed and animals. The regular tens housed the ingredients and supplies the cooks needed, as well as severed as their chambers. Because it was so late in the morning, there was no line to wait in. The woman simply walked up to the man in charge of rations and requested two: one for herself and one for their newest guest. Five minutes later, she was heading back to the infirmary with breakfast.
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Post by Demitraeus Dehlfvaen on Feb 13, 2018 13:15:41 GMT -5
Destrian laid back down a moment after Thayer left the tent, folding his hands over him. Besides the fact that he still couldn't really walk, he could see no need for him to be confined to this place for five days. He moved his injured leg, flexing the lower part a bit. Although the movement twisted his face in pain for a moment, he still wasn't sure laying around was necessary for it to heal. He let out a sigh and let his focus travel to tapping his fingers on his chest in sequence. He didn't think the Elf healer would budge much on her viewpoint.
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Post by Demitraeus Dehlfvaen on Feb 15, 2018 10:15:09 GMT -5
Destrian turned his head slightly to look at her. "Besides a bit of aching, no," he replied, "And I don't feel hot or cold." He could recall what a bad fever felt like from being sick as a child, and truly felt fine. Maybe he could will himself to heal quickly and be out of here sooner.
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Post by Demitraeus Dehlfvaen on Feb 15, 2018 10:18:49 GMT -5
///sorry for vanishing X.x I was caught up with somethings yesterday. But I've finally got my new PC together up and running so yeah! Also sorry that I always tend to reply at weird times. My sleep schedule is roughly aligned to US Pacific timezone (maybe even further west, even though I live on the East coast lol) so I go to sleep at around 21:30 EST and wake up at 5:00 xD///
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Post by Demitraeus Dehlfvaen on Feb 16, 2018 7:01:30 GMT -5
Sitting up once again, Destrian smiled when Thayer returned. "Thanks," he said, taking his food. Figuring he'd take this opportunity to find out more, seeing as their previous conversation had faded off at a bad time, he decided to ask some questions of his own.
"So, how big is this camp? I wasn't really paying attention last night, but it can't be too big, right? We have to still be somewhat close to land controlled by the King. How much does he still control anyways? How many people do you find who want to fight, and how big is the rebel force?" He cut off, realizing he wasn't pausing for her to answer, and dropped his eyes, grinning sheepishly.
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Post by Demitraeus Dehlfvaen on Feb 16, 2018 14:12:22 GMT -5
Destrian listened quietly, and then was silent for a moment, thinking. He ate a few bites of bread before speaking again. "And what of people like me, who wish only to escape all the fighting?" he asked quietly, "Where can I go?" He tried to word it carefully so that he wasn't degrading the beliefs and spirit of the rebels; he had seen what was probably a slight glimmer of hope in her eyes when she mentioned people joining the cause. Whatever had happened, he still couldn't bring himself to active involvement in the war. Besides, he couldn't really fight well anyways. A small thought nagged at the back of his mind...But could they teach me?
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Post by Demitraeus Dehlfvaen on Feb 16, 2018 17:22:45 GMT -5
Destrian nodded in agreement. "I guess I still have time to decide if I'm staying, while I heal. I'll pull my weight though, I promise." He would focus on getting a feel for the camp while he healed, and could decide at a later time what to after that.
///An idea: I think that even right now, he still just wants away from the whole thing. However, if say there was a skirmish with some of the King's soldiers in some way, maybe a 'diplomatic' group visit the camp but it ends in fighting, then I know that Destrian would at least want to be trained to fight, so that he can defend himself properly if he runs into conflict. We can have it be in a few days RP time I guess, so that maybe he's not quite fully healed. What do you think?///
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Post by Demitraeus Dehlfvaen on Feb 17, 2018 23:38:11 GMT -5
"Thanks," Destrian responded, and then focused on his food. She was right, it was good food, at least for rations in a camp like this. He was glad to be welcomed. As he ate, his thoughts wandered a bit, mostly to memories of Maerwynn. He tried to push it away, to not focus on that part of him that felt cold and empty now, but it was hard. War was inconsiderate and unforgiving...
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Post by Demitraeus Dehlfvaen on Feb 18, 2018 21:31:11 GMT -5
"I'm from a small village in the mountains east of here, in the White Woods. It... It was called Whitewater, named after the spring that feeds the river in that forest. I was... fleeing, from the remains of my village, and was heading towards where the few people I met said there was a refugee camp. I camped in a grove not far from here, but some bandits approached my camp. I don't know why they didn't just attack stealthily, but while I was trying to talk them down, a pack of wolves rushed in, and I managed to escape in the chaos. I guess one of the bandits saw me running and tried to stop me." Destrian gestured to his leg, grimacing. "I left my pack with some food when I ran, but I guess the bandits would have taken it after they took care of the wolves."
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Post by Demitraeus Dehlfvaen on Feb 19, 2018 17:51:51 GMT -5
Destrian shrugged, not replying. From what memory he had of last night, amid pain and fear, he wasn't sure what had really led him to the camp. He thought he recalled seeing light in the distance, but at what point that was, and how far he had already ran when he saw it... He only knew that he was here now. Memories of his village seeped back into his mind, happy memories, and then came the memories from that day... When almost the entire village had been razed to ash and the people had either fled, or been taken by the soldiers. Anyone who had resisted was killed, and more than few had tried to fight back. He realized that he was muttering under his breath, recounting what had happened, and looked up at Thayer, speaking aloud. "Nothing there now, so it won't be worth it to send anyone that way anymore."
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Post by Demitraeus Dehlfvaen on Feb 19, 2018 21:08:19 GMT -5
Destrian nodded slowly. "Two others fled that I know, before I made it out. I couldn't find which way they went, but knowing them, they'd prefer staying in the surrounding woods. They grew up there like me, so not only would they feel the need to stay close to the remnants of their home, but they also know the woods well enough to survive, and to hide. I only made it out because of a friend who..." A lump formed in his throat, but he pushed on. "A friend of mine caused a distraction, kept the soldiers from following me, but I couldn't risk going into the nearby woods, for fear of leading them to the two others who'd escaped. So I headed this way, and barely managed to cover my trail enough to avoid getting caught." He shook his head slowly. "If you plan to try and find those two in the woods... You'll need to be careful, and you'll have to make sure they don't think they're being hunted. One wrong step and any men you send in short of an army will find themselves at the mercy of those two and the forests." He didn't add that they would also probably need someone like him who knew the woods; depending on if and when they decided to search, Destrian may not be healed enough to travel.
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Post by Demitraeus Dehlfvaen on Feb 20, 2018 14:04:31 GMT -5
Destrain gave a sly grin. "They'll survive fine in those woods. They'll survive the same or better than if they were elsewhere." He chuckled softly, then finished his food before laying back down with a sigh. "Thanks again, Thayer," Destrian said, glancing over at her. He smiled, maybe the first bit of sincere happiness he'd had since before the attack on his village. "Thank you."
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Post by Demitraeus Dehlfvaen on Feb 20, 2018 19:04:03 GMT -5
Destrian simply nodded and closed his eyes. Resting meant healing. His leg still hurt, even if he had managed to push the thought of the pain aside for some time, whenever the wound came to mind, the pain returned. Torn muscle and flesh like that could heal, but it still hurt until it truly did. He wasn't looking forward to staying cooped up for so long. Hopefully the Elf's skills were better than she let on.
///I'll let you have control of time for a bit if you'd like; there isn't much Destrian can do now anyways, so you can decide what you'd like to happen for today or the next couple days. Let me know if you'd like to discuss/plan anything for it ^.^///
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