Those few that found you call for aid by use of horns, there is no immediate threat of enemies arriving before allies it is explained and the blood splattered here and there on their armour makes you think they would probably be well informed on that score. A party of ten common soldiers arrive first followed quickly by another group then another till some fifty or sixty knights, lords and soldiers are gathered close by making the little clearing and the surrounding woods suddenly feel very crowded. There is a great noise of relief and joy that the Queen has been found unharmed, you can hear the message being taken up and shouted all around the surrounding trees no doubt in a chain back to wagons. For each of her warriors that approach her as though a saint she responds to lord and commoner alike in a pragmatic way that she is unharmed and thankful for their concern and the protection and sacrifice of her followers and friends. She calls for a stretcher to be brought for Valerian and the fallen knight because no one else seems to be doing it. Covered more than any other in the multitudinous stains collected at the thick of a melee the Earl of Dulmorth as a man of great passions makes a noticeable late arrival at the scene by barging to the fore, thrusting this sword into the hands of a guardsman and embracing the Queen in a colossal bear hug which for it’s good intent her dignity does not protest. When released again she declares herself quiet alright with a finality in her tone suggesting she has had quiet enough of the fawning. While the unconscious Valerian would be very familiar with the concept it is probably the first time that Queen and the far wandering Drast has come across the habit of large groups of fighting men to gravitate to intense emotion in the hours either side of their violence business, the Queen is a form of talisman to these men while in your homeland such an idea is far less prevalent given the nature of wizarding wars as direct contests between individuals or small groups via arcane duels in the place of armies that play a secondary role at best.
So the fallen are taken up and born back along with your captive. The latter is gagged and thoroughly tied then chained as per the instructions of Drast while the former two are placed carefully inside one of the covered wagons that have been given over to the immobile wounded. The walk back to the old campground wasn’t as long as you felt it had been in the heat of running for your life from the attack but Drast catches the Queen staring thoughtfully at him with one hand resting on Valerian’s chest to keep is folded arms in place and the other touching the amulet about her necklace. When they are lifting Valerian into the makeshift cot you notice that the man leaning over the other wounded occupant in this wagon is the Baron of Beasly, he gingerly removes the last piece of the helm from the knight and you are reminded how young some of these outwardly fearsome metal clad knights are. Heavy armour adds a certain span and a little extra height to the wearer and he was already a strapping lad by any definition but the fresh face underneath that curly hair was almost certainly a year or two away from twenty at most. The Baron leans down with a tense expression putting his ear to the youth’s lips before sitting back up with a sigh of relief that seems to deflate a great tension from him. Noticing your gaze he gives a brief smile and explains “My son, he still breaths. Thanks to you both” before laying a hand on Drast’s shoulder to communicate a sentiment he can’t find words for and climbing out. Despite the fact there had been a battle and how poorly things seemed to have gone during the ambush with the terrible feeling of danger you had personally experienced there are remarkably few casualties to the extent that no one had died, a few unfortunate infantry had been seriously wounded but no one had been killed in the fighting that had been brutal but short. That sudden panic was probably not natural it occurs to you and a fact that gets stored away from later consideration. Valerian wakes from the stupor the attack had left him in but remains in the comfortably swaying cot to recover his strength and quickly falls into a deep sleep again.
Shortly after everyone is accounted for the force is on the move again, heading north along the road, having checked that Valerian is securely resting Drast rides along the column to reach the lords and notices the baggage train had grown. When you draw up next to the lords they have just started a report to the Queen.
Dulmorth “Wasn’t much fight in them your highness, couldn’t fathom what they were about with all the burning and btuchering the villagers then retreating just out of a good charge distance when we drew up, they just abandoned any of ‘em that we caught. Led us on a merry little chase.”
Lepton who has his arm in a sling and removed most of his armour says“That was the point! Those cowardly curs. They knew the Queen would feel obligated to defend Cresthill and wanted their chance to end the war in their dishonourable way”
Dulmorth joins in the murmurs of agreement then says “Well we caught the filth! Mething and Bodem looped up behind them and we trapped ‘em in the square. If any bastard slipped the net it’s only because we heard the call from the baggage train and came back quick as boiled asparagus to find their little ambush.”
Lepton “Aaaaaaah but my boys and I had seen them off before yeh got back Roger. They didn’t last long, ran off as soon as they realised we’d stand to a fight, didn’t they lad?“ and he nudges a young knight riding next to him who had presumably done something heroic but who modestly declines to comment.
Dulmorth “True enough, the lads did a man’s job of it today and we owe a lot to them and our guests” he raises a water skin he had been sipping from in your direction as he notices your presence again to general noises of approval from the others.
The Queen chimes in “
More than we can understand I’d warrant. How is Valerian recovering, I worry for what that man’s black arts did to him.
((OOC: They are talking to Drast here and whatever conversation results from your response will go here and be followed by as much of the following as is valid))
You all ride on in quiet for a little bit and then the Baron of Mething say Well they may have burnt half the town down but at least most of the people could be saved from their treacherous blades.”
Beasly “True enough and they will be safe enough to take the road to Lokston for refuge but it begs the question of where
we are to head. Our scouts saw a much larger force on the move from the south-east. They can only have come this far north to secure the Queen should their plot have succeeded and chase us off north, further away from our main force”
Dulmorth “Bah! Once I’d have learned what they were about while we stopped their slaughtering I’d have chased the scum right into the heart of their army and lopped of Hatheril’s head while I was there”
Beasly “Quiet possibly but regardless the road south to our own ranks is still cut even if they don’t have their prize to bait us into charging their whole army. Should we even follow the road north? We might race them for Chepstow and the road to CaerLok or across country straight for Lokston but we’d have to leave the wounded and the baggage here.” And there is an uncomfortable silence, it may end up proving necessary but they don’t seem to care for the idea or their situation in general.
Lepton “What little honour is to them that they use an offer to end this dispute peaceably to try something so knavish. Should we even make Lokston would they dare to besiege that holy place?”
The Queen “
We won’t be stopping long enough to give them the chance, Cresthill was burnt because we camped to close to it and I won’t risk Lokston on the good auspices of evil men and foreign assassins. We will sail as soon as we can across the lake for CaerLok and send word to your son. ”
Dulmorth “Mmmh but I don’t trust those priests. They’ve always muttered into their sleeves about unclear signs when asked to declare and I could see them closing the port rather than let us sail away and risk the wrath of the rebel army in our wake. I’d rather head for the Berrywine* and seize a ship for us to sail down to the sea and round to the Ashebay, right past Dalham and the Kingsfort. They’d be sniffing around for us up here while we float on past. Ha!” it taken as a joke and there follows a bit of jovial talk about a disguise being needed and the Earl dressed as a great bearded washerwoman and the Queen with a colossal hat and pipe dressed as the captain of the most highly armed fishing vessel ever to terrorise the Silver Sea trout stock.
Camp is made late that night despite the battle in the morning as the men press on till there remain only a few hours to rest before the sun rises again. They risk no fires and have the good fortune of a dry and unseasonably warm night so that they can get away without setting up tents and thus sleep rough with just canvas draped over a rope between a tent poles to wall off direct wind.
Valerian wakes late in the night after a full day of rest feeling much better than the few moments of hazy consciousness he experienced in the morning when they loaded him on the wagon. Strong enough to not just sit up in bed but to have stood up if the ceiling had of been tall enough. Things are particularly cramped in the wagon, the armour that had been stripped off the two wounded occupant had been piled at one end and the Baron of Beasly was sitting on a stool in the middle gangway facing his son’s bed. He was dozing but Valerian’s movements wake him too and while you dig out your armour from the pile and put it on ((assuming you want to do that)) he checks his boy again. When you climb out of the wagon he joins you and is clearly a very worried man “His breathing is steady and we’ve checked him for cuts or bruises but there’s nothing. He just won’t wake up”
*The large river that flows down from the mountains between the Berrylands and the gift of Lokston then down between the Earl’s Divy and the Kingsland. It is on the far right of the map further up this thread.
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