Where’s Feldard?

Stephan heaved the blood-soaked wolf off his chest pushing it to the side. Gathering his wits and trying to expel the stench from his nostrils, he looked for Pyotr.

“Pyotr! What are you doing, man?”, his elder brother, despite a serious wound at the base of his neck, was assisting Maruc with some heavy lifting. Darya and Irina soon noticed and were at their man’s side in an instant, taking him firmly but gently to a chair.

Despite tears, Darya spoke with an authoritative resolve. “Come sit here, husband. ‘Twould be worse that you bleed more cleaning up the aftermath.” Darya and Irina began to assess the damage and bind the wound.

“I’ll help with that Maruc,” Stephan said, half stumbling after bearing the weight of the wolf.

The priest picked himself up. The goblin lay in a pool of its own blood staining the floor by the doorway. “Give me a hand Pyotr, we’ll drag these corpses out and re-secure the doorway. Leave it ajar, I expect Hasan and Feldard will be here any moment.” Maruc scanned the courtyard from behind the table, now against the doorway and waited for the elf and the dwarf.

Hasan appeared round the corner but looked confused. Feldard wasn’t with him.

To Maruc’s eye Hasan looked to have weathered the escapade beyond the tower walls relatively well. He couldn’t understand the elf’s faltering steps.

“Where’s Feldard?”

Then the elf turned, and the cleric hissed. A goblin’s ax had left the elf’s swordarm, his right arm, dangling like wet cloth at his side. Maruc saw the luster of the pendant the elf wore habitually had extinguished, blood drenched and darkened. Hasan said, “That was no woman. A trap. Feldard must be helped.”

* * * * *

Feldard struggled as he continued to engage the goblins. ‘Surely Hasan must have made the safety of the tower by now’ – but the dwarf dared not risk a glance behind to check. It took all his attention to keep the goblins engaging him from cutting him down. His arms ached with the weight of his axe and his wounds seeped freely with each maneuver. There were just too many for him; the dwarf hated to admit it, but the fact was that he’d die by their blades if he didn’t retreat now, and even in retreating his chances were slim. Feldard hoped he’d bought the elf enough time. With a bellow, Feldard swung at the goblin to his left, catching him in the shoulder. Then before another could fill the gap, the dwarf charged through heading back for the clearing. Dwarves are not fast runners; dwarves in plate mail…were ridiculously slow, but Feldard pumped his legs with all that he had left in him. His axe remained in hand, just in case. Feldard could hear the whistle of sling stones being launched towards him. It was not an encouraging sound.

* * * * *

Juggling the flasks of oil he had grabbed from the stores below Miklos arrived just in time to see the last of the remaining goblins limping out of range of the archers in the tower. “Ahh, it seems I have missed the action! Nevermind, well done.” He placed the flasks in a row by the wall.

“Darya, could you keep an eye out to make sure this isn’t some clever feint? I shall prepare a spell directly from my book to aid our friends returning form the sortie.” Miklos dated over to the other arrowslit to asses the situation that Feldard and Hasan were in. He couldn’t see the elf, but the dwarven warrior was cursing his battle cries as he fended of the goblins at the treeline. They seemed to have thought better of following him into the open. But that didn’t stop Miklos from crouching behind the arrowslit and prepare the incantation. “Taras, come over here and watch the treeline in case the goblins chase after Feldard. I shall be ready in a couple of minutes.”

The goblins, fearing being targeted by magic and arrows from the tower, stayed back. They chose instead to launch a hail of slingstones at the retreating dwarf. The archers in the tower shot arrows into the dark forest, trying to target any movement they saw in the brush.

Holding his shield above his head, Feldard deflected many of the rock projectiles, while others dinged off his plate armor. Still, they were taking their toll upon him as he made his way back to the tower.

Finally, the doorway was in sight. Maybe, he would make it afterall. His shield dropped slightly, as the wounded dwarf’s strength was slowly running out. A perfectly aimed stone bounced off the dwarf’s skull. Feldard was dizzy. Struggling to remain conscious, he stumbled forward, finally collapsing only a few feet away from the doorway.

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7 responses to “Where’s Feldard?

  1. Feldard -14hp = 0 hp

    Maruc: 10xp+5xp
    Miklos: 10xp+5xp
    Feldard: 10xp+5xp+10xp
    Hasan: 10xp+5xp
    Stephan: 10xp

    TOTAL:
    Maruc: 17,645/24000
    Miklos: 17,720/20000
    Feldard: 17,780/34000
    Hasan: 17,065/32000
    Stephan: 16,595/32000

  2. Hasan

    The noise of the armored dwarf’s clatterous fall rang through through the night, but followed by a sudden, nearly-complete silence. The fall of the indomitable dwarf stunned all but the crickets, who still faithfully chirped their evening forecast. Hasan could hear it. The crickets felt the night would stay hot.

    Hasan hunched toward the dwarf. He grasped an arm with his own lone usable hand and heaved. The dwarf’s body moved three inches. The elf’s strength was too little.

  3. Stephan

    But two steps behind Hasan, Stephan also moved out to bring the noble Feldard back. He reached to assist Hasan. Despite the dwarf’s size, he weight was considerable but together, though the elf’s arm was wounded, they brought the dwarf to safety.

    “Kuzma, please, Feldard is gravely wounded. He needs your attention.”

    Stephan did his best to unbuckle the dwarf’s armor and helm. The welt on the dwarf’s skull looked hideous. Stephan’s lips tightened. He’s seen this sort of wound before and witnessed the after effects which left the poor soul witless. But this was on humans. Perhaps, he hoped, the demi-human would fare differently.

    Kuzma was soon at the Feldard’s side, her gentle hands inspecting the wounds.

    “We’ll need tumin and asperic. And bring the Blessed Water of Havlav,” she instructed Irina.

    “And bring a cushion.”

    Kuzma produced her holy symbol of Havlav from her garbs and began to pray of Feldard.

  4. Feldard

    … Damn, his head ached. Feldard groggily raised a hand to the lump on his skull, and gingerly touched the sensitive area. He winced but was grateful he could feel that the bone itself was intact and that his brains weren’t seeping out.
    He could hear an old woman praying.

    The dwarf opened his eyes, everything was blurry for the first bit, but slowly came into focus as he struggled to sit up. “What happened?”

  5. Maruc

    “Damn! Foolish dwarf playing the hero once again.” Maruc hauled the unconcious dwarf through the doorway. “I hope one day he’ll learn. Irinia! Irinia! I hope you have performed your rites! He is bleeding out.” Maruc pushed his hastily prepared poultice into the worst of Feldards’ welts.

    Irina appeared a worried expression crossed her face. She pressed her hand against Feldard’s head. “Oh mighty Halav I beseach you..”
    “Thee!” interupted Maruc.
    “Thee!” hastened Irinia “To abdure this wound of your faithless…”
    “Faithful!” Maruc corrected.
    “Faithfull servant Feldard!” She completed the incantation. Maruc smiled. “Well done you have saved another life. You are Blessed.”

  6. miklosdostevar

    Miklos pulled the table across after the others had pulled the dwarf through, wedging it into place he slumped uslessly against it watching with horror the pale warrior fight for his life.

  7. Sinthija

    (three clerics working on him.. this is awesome… LOL… and running through the dwarfs mind is one thought, “It’s only a flesh wound.” Cheers to Monty Python & the Holy Grail! *hugs all, still loving the game*)

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