(514-05-13) Scouting for Saxons
Summary: A group comes upon some Saxons! Killing ensues.
Date: 05-13-514
Related: None)
llwyd isyld brynmor llewelyn corraidhin 


A group of knights join under the oath for the mission from Isyld to Robert. A group to range south and east towards the saxons. Llwyd, Brynmor and Corraidhin had joined cause, along with a few more. Currently the four are riding ahead. Corraidhin has had some experience hunting the forests south and east of Sarum, and has found some game trails to follow as they go forth to scout the Saxons to assure nothing is coming. Or on some reports to Robert, to find something that may be coming and return with news to Sarum so that no one is caught surprised. Now the time to do it as the tourney is underway, if the Saxons had news of that somehow, its the perfect time for an invasion.
Its been quiet other than bird song in the forest as the follow the trail along. Llwyn nudges his horse forward just a little, "I've almost done it you know." Randomly said, then a look to Isyld, "That letter, I've been getting my thoughts in order. But the challenge to send a letter before, well I cannot pass up such a challenge."

On her own mount, axe near at hand and sword in the scabbard, Isyld looks over as Llwyd approaches. His words bring merry laughter and her eyes dance with delight at the confession. "You have set to the task then? I must say, I am most impressed," she decides. "Perhaps then you would be seeing Chalke then, soon after our return?" Gloved hands hold the reins loosely and she allows her body to move with the horse, comfortable in the saddle.

Perhaps, unlike the others, Brynmor had joined this particular cause reluctantly. His tardiness in setting out to Carlion was his undoing and thus, as he is one of the few who remains behind from his own House, he is tasked for this very important mission. Of course, the Steeple Langford isn't all that happy about it and as the group continue, he sits there, slumped in his saddle in his armor and all. Stifling a yawn, or failing to do so, he hears a bit of back and forth between the others in this party and so he must ask, "Do tell me again, what does the letter entail?" If he was told before, he more than likely wasn't paying attention or was half-dozing off. But now he is curious do what Llwyn has said.

Up ahead Corraidhin is currently keeping point as he nudges his horse along quietly. Not looking to interrupt the others in the back, the ruddy pagan is more or less keeping look out for surprises on the way, and any saxon picket that might be laying and wait for the small raiding party.

Llewelyn is hardly one for fancy oaths and knightly pledges of valor, but Robert pays his way so he tends to do what he is asked of by the man! And with a shortage of people in Sarum, he ends up tasked with something more than hunting spare meat for the table today. The red-haired huntsman hangs at the back of the group on his rouncy (no fancy knightly horses for him), and unless anything is asked for him, seems in no special hurry to get himself killed.

To Isyld, Llwyd nods an agreement. "Yes, soon, sooner than I could hope. Perhaps forward of me, I admit." A chuckle of him, though technically following protocal and all as it is, forward would be trying to hold hands the first time he met her or something. The smile turns to Brynmor, awake enough on the trek to ponder about the letter in question. "Oh, but a letter of thoughts and wishes to visit with the good Sir Isyld here at a time of her chosing. You know, she's quite the adept bandit hunter. Why, on garrison but last month, she dispatched to unruly sorts. I dare say, I've my life to thank her for." Sure he contributed, he plays it up and all.
The way is clear, they'd travelled some time through the field, its a few days easy ride out of Sarum at this point. Quiet so far, good game trails as they are nearing that space between Camelot, being rebuilt, and the Sea itself, where the Saxons come from along their shores

Failed.
Llwyd checked his awareness of 10, he rolled 11.
<OOC> Llwyd looks at Isyld
Success
Llewelyn checked his awareness of 15, he rolled 1.
Failed.
You check your awareness at 15, you rolled 18.
Success
Brynmor checked his awareness of 11, he rolled 10.
Success
Llwyd makes a check for Saxons Awareness at 15, he rolled 9.
Failed.
Corraidhin checked his Awareness of 10, he rolled 13.

Even now, when he's being told the content of the letter, Brynmor barely catches anything said. Perhaps, nothing of import, his mind already wandering and he looks like he could easily fall asleep in his saddle. His energetic steed, however, is all to used to this and keeps up the pace with the others, even if their master's grip on its reign loose— or tightens. Barely able to keep his eyes open, for the trip itself has been a long one, when he does blink quickly to chase the slumber from his mind, there is something that makes him stop his horse altogether, his free hand lifting as a gesture for the others to halt as well. In a low tone, he turns to look to the others, "saxon scouting party… around 7 of them over the next rise." His eyes narrow, "they've got a horse too." Biting down hard on his lip, he then murmurs, "One of them might be looking this way."

Isyld rolls her eyes playfully, "Forward, I think not." Perhaps it was her flirting around with the other knights, whatever it is, she is distracted from looking round ahead or behind them. Instead, she continues to ride, mostly trusting her horse to guide her as she rides with the others. Looking at the other two she flashes a smile, but it changes when she hears about the Saxon party.. Seven? She stiffens and reaches for her axe, just in case.

"Oy, looks like we've got friends," Llewelyn will grunt from his place near the rear, looking none too pleased about it. Since one of the others seems to have spotted them too, he doesn't make much of a point of going on about it or adding any further details, although he does immediately make sure his own gear is ready, bow strung, spear hanging in ready reach. "Mm, looks like they've seen us, too. No sneaking off." Well, the knights probably wouldn't want to in general, though he has no such compulsions against flight.

"Oi lovebirds, shut it!" comes Corraidhin's voice as he turns about in his saddle to chastise both Isyld and Llwyd. However he misses that right bit on information-though seeing Isyld stiffen Corraidhin's eyes widen as he turns, one hand moving for his sword and slipping past his axe that he also carries. A glance from Llew and he nods "Right fucked. Alright chums.." cue sword being drawn now.

To be certain, Brynmore notices the group, just about the time they are looking up and pointing towards the knights coming along the game trail. Its a moment of decision all around. They carry axes, two have bows along with axes. Even as they look up and start to react. The two with bows draw for arrows, one steps back as if to mount the horse. Not grabbing a weapon though.
Llwyd comes to with the shutting it business and the saxons. In that moment of looking at each other that everyone is in.

Success
You check your hate for saxons at 15, you rolled 3.

"Lovebirds," Isyld responds even as she reaches for her axe. "I'm not looking for a marriage, I'm looking for a Saxon to behead." And she very possibly is if the focused hate on her face is any indication. Oh boy does she look angry! Axe in hand, she lifts it, prepared to drive in as long as the others are, and start her maiming.

Failed.
Corraidhin checked his hate for saxons of , he rolled 4.

Corraidhin keeps sword in hand low, And with a Saxons opposite, Corraidhin grins wildly back at his opponent as blade is brought up. "Oh Sir Chalke." he calls out "You're a favorite now, dear knight." And with a spur he will go to engage with a shout. They know they are hear after all.

Brynmor's muscles tense when his own gaze comes into contact with the very Saxon who had spotted them, just as Llewelyn had confirmed. "Damnit." He mutters in annoyance, his own hand reaching to withdraw his sword from his belt. Not exactly a thrill-seeking sort, being far more cautious, himself, there is no caution here when one the enemy has already set their sights on the group and thus he joins the others in their charge, his own blade out. "No turning back now." He assumes the knights are just as gung-ho as his brothers, so he isn't talking to them. He may be talking to himself, however, or the ranger, or warden or whatever Llewelyn is, in their party.

Failed.
Corraidhin checked his Sword of 15, he rolled 17.
Success
Brynmor checked his sword of 15, he rolled 2.
Success
Llewelyn checked his bow of 15, he rolled 10.
Failed.
Llwyd makes a check for Saxon vs Corraidhin (9, skill -5) at 9, he rolled 14.
Failed.
Llwyd makes a check for Saxon vs Brynmor (9, skill -5) at 9, he rolled 16.
Corraidhin rolls 5d6 and gets (2 3 6 2 2) for a total of: (15)
Success
You check your axe at 15, you rolled 12.
Failed.
Llwyd makes a check for Saxon vs Isyld (9, skill -5) at 9, he rolled 12.
<OOC> Llwyd says, "damage for Isyld too as well"
Success
Llwyd checked his sword of 15, he rolled 10.
Isyld rolls 5d6 and gets (1 4 4 6 6) for a total of: (21)
Success
Llwyd makes a check for Saxon vs Isyld (9, skill -5) at 9, he rolled 8.
Brynmor rolls 5d6 and gets (5 5 2 5 3) for a total of: (20)
Llwyd rolls 4d6 and gets (6 4 2 6) for a total of: (18)
Llewelyn rolls 3d6 and gets (6 5 1) for a total of: (12)
Critical Fail!
Llwyd makes a check for Dex for Isyld's opponent knockdown at 8, he rolled 20.
Failed.
Llwyd makes a check for Saxon Archer vs Isyld (13, -5 for shield) at 8, he rolled 11.
Failed.
Llwyd makes a check for Saxon Archer vs Corraidhin (13, -5 for shield) at 8, he rolled 19.

The knights charge in, each succesful in their hit, as the bowmen return fire and miss. Isyld hits her man and he falls down, unconscious from the blow she dealt. Brynmor's takes a hefty hit but the wotan worshipper seems to be standing just the same. The other two stand their ground to exchange blows with the knights around them. One bowmen is hit by Llewleyn's arrow, and is still standing. The three engage shout in their language at their opponents, sticking to them and trying to hit them with their axes. The injured bowmen turns and tries to fire at Llewelyn this round, one stays focused on Isyld. The saxon that ran for the horse gets to it, and is encouraging the horse way from the group …

Critical Success!
Corraidhin checked his Awareness of 10, he rolled 10.

The knights go bravely charging in. LLewelyn, of course, does no such thing. But he does help! Stopping his horse to steady his shot, he lines up an arrow and puts it deftly in his target, for really, saxons are nice, big targets compared to rabbits and gamebirds and other things he usually shoots at. Though, with one of them making a break for it, he calls, "Got one runnin', like or not he's got friends!" There is a moment where he glances among targets, and considers putting an arrow into the fleeing one's horse.

Arrows whizzing by do nothing for the knight with the stag painted on his shield. Corraidhin catches his prize quite handedly, hacking into the man and scoring a hit as steel bites and blood is drawn. Laughing, Corraidhin manuevers his horse, as blade swings down at his opponent, he does catch movement and sees someone is trying to snitch off. Whistling, Corraidhin points with this sword. "Chalke!" hopefully the other night will press on the fleeing one, until Corraidhin can disengage.

RAWR. Isyld lifts her axe and rides in directly for one of the axemen, there's determination on her features as the axe swings and she hits hard enough to knock him down.. he doesn't move from where he is and she looks up to find the next target, blood already on her axe. Her cohorts seem to be fine, at least what she can see of them, and she swings her axe at the next one if able. If not, she's going for that archer who hit her shield with the bolt.

Pushing forward and knowing that, just as he had mentioned, there really was no turning back now, Brynmor runs on high adrenalin when he brings his sword down on one of the nearest axe weilders in his vicinity and only brief does he catch sight of the on fleeing on horseback. No time to go after that one, he figures, as they already have a party of their own here, complete with axes! Even with all of his might backed into that strike, his opponent remains standing, much to his chagrin. The chaos on the field now drawing his attention, he sees their own archer in the distance… aiming for the runaway Saxon! "I hope, for all of our sakes, there isn't a Saxon camp too close to here." With that said, he rears his horse back, then rushes in once more to finish what he had started.

Charging in, Llwyd hits his man with a sword but is knee deep in fending off that axe for the moment. He remains in combat with his, managing a hit but the bugger fights on. "I'm sure there is … the whole nest." He says, loudly towards Corraidhin as he fights on.

Success
Corraidhin checked his Sword of 15, he rolled 4.
Success
You check your axe at 15, you rolled 6.
Failed.
Brynmor checked his sword of 15, he rolled 18.
Success
Llewelyn checked his bow of 15, he rolled 6.
Success
Llwyd makes a check for Saxon vs Brynmor (9, skill -5) at 9, he rolled 5.
Llwyd rolls 5d6 and gets (1 3 3 1 3) for a total of: (11)
Failed.
Llwyd makes a check for Saxon vs Corraidhin (9, skill -5) at 9, he rolled 19.
Llewelyn rolls 3d6 and gets (2 2 6) for a total of: (10)
Corraidhin rolls 5d6 and gets (3 3 3 3 4) for a total of: (16)
Critical Success!
Llwyd checked his sword of 15, he rolled 15.
Failed.
Llwyd makes a check for Saxon vs Isyld (9, skill -5 - 5 to Llwyd) at 4, he rolled 16.
Failed.
Llwyd makes a check for Saxon vs Isyld (9, skill -5 - 5 to Llwyd) at 5, he rolled 10.
Isyld rolls 5d6 and gets (3 6 1 6 4) for a total of: (20)
Llwyd rolls 8d6 and gets (2 1 1 6 1 6 4 1) for a total of: (22)
Critical Success!
Llwyd makes a check for Saxon Bow vs. Llwelelyn at 13, he rolled 13.
Failed.
Llwyd makes a check for Saxon Bow vs. Isyld at 13, he rolled 14.
Llwyd rolls 6d6 and gets (2 6 3 3 2 6) for a total of: (22)
Success
Llewelyn checked his horsemanship of 10, he rolled 4.
Success
Llwyd makes a check for Corraidhin's Saxon Loyalty to stay and fight at 13, he rolled 1.

The melee continues. Isyld turns her axe on the one facing Llwyd, and both make rather impressive attacks. That one falls over, dead where he stood. Corraidhin's takes another blow, an impressive hit, but the man stands. He falters slightly but stands on his feet, trying to exchange another blow with the knights. Brynmor misses, his Saxon returns a blow, it doesn't get through his armor though, He stands fast the same. One bowman misses, but the other hits Llewelyn for 10 points of damage. Both bowman still there.
The rider taks an arrow, it gets through his armor, but some of the force is taken by his hide or leather. He spurs his horse to try and get a lead on the knights now.

Two saxon axemen standing, two saxon bowmen, one trying to get Llewelyn. One riding with a warning perhaps, or to find reinforcements. Just starting to go, is horse may be slower?

And turning to sight the horse and launch an arrow after it, Llewelyn forgets perhaps the most important thing about shooting things that aren't pheasants: they shoot back. He's struck hard, clear through the shoulder, swearing loudly and colorfully. There's a quick check behind him, as if podnering the odds of finding a hill or some trees or somewhere else to just go and run and hide, but as the other knights swarm over the Sxaons, including the bowman, he decides to fight on, perhaps against his better instinct, and launches another arrow after the fleeing one's steed. He leaves the others for the knights.

With the one on Llwyd down, a successful attempt by both parties, Isyld notices on of the Sarum knights taking a hit. With a growl, she spurs her horse to action, axe down at her side ready to lift when she gets closer, but she rides and rides, towards the archer, determined to take him out, getting even as it were.

The Saxon he is dancing with has his axe viciously knocked aside as Corraidhin stabs his blade in drawing more blood, and for the bastard's efforts, Corr just laughs lustily in his face. He sill end this one and go after their wee friend.

Success
You check your axe at 15, you rolled 12.
Isyld rolls 5d6 and gets (5 1 3 1 4) for a total of: (14)
Success
Corraidhin checked his Sword of 15, he rolled 13.

If only one could be in two, or even three places at one time. With so much going on and with the escaping horseman already takinng a rather substantial lead over them, Brynmor almost has this desire to charge on after that one and this haste is what distracts him, making him completely miss that Saxon cretin before him. If he has seen Llewelyn taking that arrow from the opposing archer, there is very little that he can do to react to it. Instead, his horse circles briefly, before he lets out a low grunt, his sword extended once again.

Success
Brynmor checked his sword of 15, he rolled 14.
Success
Llewelyn checked his bow of 15, he rolled 7.
Failed.
Llwyd makes a check for Saxon Axe vs. Corraidhin at -5 at 9, he rolled 11.
Corraidhin rolls 5d6 and gets (1 2 2 1 3) for a total of: (9)
Failed.
Llwyd makes a check for Saxon Axe vs. Brynmor at -5 at 9, he rolled 12.
Brynmor rolls 5d6 and gets (5 6 1 2 5) for a total of: (19)
Llewelyn rolls 3d6 and gets (5 6 4) for a total of: (15)

Llwyd moves for the other archer as the group tries to clear the current area of the Saxon threat.

Success
Llwyd checked his sword of 15, he rolled 13.
Llwyd rolls 4d6 and gets (3 6 6 5) for a total of: (20)
Failed.
Llwyd makes a check for Saxon Bow vs. Isyld at 13, he rolled 14.
Success
Llwyd makes a check for Saxon Bow vs. Llwyd at 13, he rolled 12.
Llwyd rolls 3d6 and gets (6 2 4) for a total of: (12)

Effectively having gotten the attention of the Saxon archer of of her wounded compadre, Isyld attempts to get a shield up in time to deflect the bolt or bow, whichever is coming towards her as she draws up her axe and swings, making contact, but not nearly enough, with the Saxon. Injured, he still has a bow, but likely he is going for his axe now that Isyld is close enough for more one on one.

The Corraidhin and Brynmor finish through on their knights. Both toppling unconscious for the round as Llwyd and Isyld move for the two bowmen just the same. The bowmen turn to fire on their attackers, Isyld striking truer and keeping her's from firing upon her. He wobbles but stands. Llwyd's takes a nick himself. Both let go bows and try go pull axes to defend against the knights. The arrow flies true to the horse, striking it and falling its rider who stumbles into the woods with a good lead away from the knights now. The two former bowmen remain standing.

Success
Llewelyn checked his awareness of 15, he rolled 11.
Success
Llwyd makes a check for Saxon Rider Awareness at 15, he rolled 11.
Success
You check your axe at 15, you rolled 11.
Failed.
Llewelyn checked his bow of 15, he rolled 17.
Failed.
Brynmor checked his awareness of 11, he rolled 18.
Success
Llwyd makes a check for Saxon Axe vs. Isyld at -5 at 9, he rolled 7.

Still wary of getting anywhere near the larger melee with an arrow sticking out of his shoulder, Llewelyn continues firing arrows off after the fleeing saxon. Lucky enough to knock him from his horse, he frowns as the man makes for the treeline. While he can make the man out, the cover is troubling, and he's not about to ride in there and try and fight him, even from ahorse back. Because he is no brave knight! He launches another arrow, making a meaningful threat when it lodges in a tree near the man, but otherwise doing little harm.

Isyld rolls 5d6 and gets (3 3 6 6 3) for a total of: (21)

Llwyd sticks to this one, let him try to strike him again. He turns his horse a little, its hooves clomping as if ready to race while the battle is so near it, but trained well enough as it is. A few swings and he is trying to cleave the head off of this one while the others deal with their situations,or the lone runner before he can find friends.

Success
Llwyd checked his sword of 15, he rolled 6.
Success
Llwyd makes a check for Saxon Axe vs. Llwyd at -5 at 9, he rolled 4.
Llwyd rolls 4d6 and gets (3 2 6 5) for a total of: (16)

With his own axe-man finally downed, Brynmor swerves his horse around having just knocked the Saxon over, so that he can once again get a better view of what the heck is really going on. Seeing all of the axe-men fallen, he takes notice of the archers, whom he would have charged towards if his own fellows were not already handling that issue. So there is only one thing to do. With only a vague idea of where the fleeing Saxon went off to, the Steeple Langford knight bolts in that direction, his sword still out just in case he was racing into some trap, the Saxon having time to set something up! Brynmor is very wary. He's not sure how far off the horse had fled or if there was a change in direction, so he just shoots off ahead rather blindly. Now, if they were facing bandits or something less fierce, this is one of those opportunities where Brynmor very well would find a good hiding spot for some much needed shut eye, but alas, he has a job to do.

With her axe raised, Isyld briefly meets the eyes of her opponent, the Saxon, and another growl is emitted from her as she brings it down, putting her strength behind it. The Saxon falls to the ground and she yanks the weapon from him before looking up. There was Llwyd working on another, she heads in that direction, with her own on the ground, determined to help where and when she can, just plowing through the Saxons as she can, leaving a small trail of bodies in her wake.

The arrow from Llewelyn flies in the vicinity of the Saxon. He has a bead on the bugger, but he's more actively trying to hide (opposed awareness as he tries to get to thicker trees). The one that Isyld had claimed again falls over unconscious, breathing as most of his companions but clearly not getting up any time soon. LLwyd himself strike another blow, this one wobbling the fellow, but he still stands. In this moment, the noise of the environs drops. It is but one clash and one in hiding. Knights may certainly assess the situation as they see fit, Llwyd is the only locked in combat for the now.

Success
Llewelyn checked his awareness of 15, he rolled 10.
Failed.
Llwyd makes a check for Saxon Rider Awareness at 15, he rolled 16.

Noticing that the other knights are mostly finished with their melee, Llewelyn does pause to note, "The last one fled over yonder, in the trees." Of course, saying this might not be all that much more informative, since it's hard to really be more specific than 'over yonder' and 'the trees' are a big places. He pauses and takes another shot, and now does start riding over, more to give them an idea of where he actually means than actually to rush into the trees himself. He's still leery of being stabbed!

Success
Llewelyn checked his bow of 15, he rolled 13.
Llewelyn rolls 3d6 and gets (6 3 2) for a total of: (11)
Llwyd rolls 1d6 and gets (3) for a total of: (3)

The Saxon trying to hide is hit by the bow of Llewelyn, a glancing blow but blood can be seen where the arrow bites as it passes. He gives a moments thought and decides to make a run for it now. Not seeing a clear place to hide, not wanting to wait to be found. The feet a chance to run for it is all. He can be spotted more clearly now of course by wandering horsemen and women.
Llwyd still faces his fellow, and that fight ensues.

Failed.
Llwyd checked his sword of 15, he rolled 18.
Success
Llwyd makes a check for Saxon Axe vs. Llwyd at -5 at 9, he rolled 7.
Success
You check your axe at 15, you rolled 7.
Llwyd rolls 4d6 and gets (3 3 2 3) for a total of: (11)
Isyld rolls 5d6 and gets (5 2 3 1 5) for a total of: (16)
Failed.
Brynmor checked his dex of 10, he rolled 15.
Success
Llewelyn checked his dex of 18, he rolled 6.
Success
Llewelyn checked his bow of 15, he rolled 14.
Llewelyn rolls 3d6 and gets (1 1 3) for a total of: (5)

"There he is!" Brynmor calls out /to the guy he's chasing/ as the Saxon is the closest person to him! And then, his eyes catch sight of something. Something very annoying flying over his head and beyond! "Well damn. And I came this far." Is all he can mutter when he sees the arrow in flight and just as he was thinking of turning back or wandering off, does he realize, maybe he didn't just waste his time here after all! With his sword raised once more, he continues with his charge in an attempt to mow the poor footman down. "For Steeple Langford!" Rawr. He may very well fail, but at least he shows some sort of familial pride.

Critical Success!
Brynmor checked his sword of 15, he rolled 15.
Success
Llwyd makes a check for Saxon Axe vs. Brynmor at -5 at 9, he rolled 4.
Brynmor rolls 5d6 and gets (6 6 6 3 2) for a total of: (23)

As he finishes his and thinks to assess the situation, Llwyd hears the cry and calls out, "We need one a live …" Though the Steeple Langford cry for justice may drown him out. Still, he looks to Isyld, "Thanks …you're sort of my hero now you know. Saving me like that." Even as he dismounts, he grins to her, moving to look at this Saxon. Thinking he should stop some bleeding, or slap his face to wake him up. "So, Saxons was a thing …" Like the mission had a purpose other than a raid on some Saxon manor or something.
The cry has rung out from Brynmor, the saxon took the sword well, and like the good sort he is, lies down from the blow. Or topples as the case might be. Yes, there is a dead horse in the vicinity too.

Success
Llwyd checked his firstaid of 10, he rolled 5.

"One …alive?" Panting from her exertions, Isyld swipes a gloved hand possibly spotted with blood, across her brow. "Why the.. I mean why would you want one alive?" There's a faint sound of disagreement and a speculative look over the Saxon before she nods, "Alive at your hand, not mine." That settled, she grins, "Hero?" She'll take that, her expression seems to say. There's a look towards the others though, hearing the cry, and frowns, "There may be more, should we head out?"

Llewelyn's fingers release and let snap his bowstring one last time even as Brynmor charges, the arrow of course whistling ahead far faster than even the knight's horse. But the little wooden shaft is far less massive than the horse, knight, or sword, and even though he catches his target, at their range and through the trees, it is just caught among the leather and hides that the man wears, failing to dig into flesh beneath. Still, he can see that the pursuing knight will arrive shortly thereafter, and seems contented in that, sure the man will not escape. With both fights seemingly settled, he sits back on his steed and… "Aw feck, that really does hurt." Right. Still an arrow sticking out fo him.

"I guess someone isn't going anywhere, hmm?" Brynmor's taunt rubs into the face of the already downed Saxon right under his horse's hooves. Adding insult to injury and all. He then spots the horse just laying there, being splintered with arrows to boot. "Huh. Where'd that come from." He had totally forgotten that the guy he just cut into ran off on a horse, apparently. Still puzzling over the sight of the dead creature, Brynmor rubbing at his chin in deep though, he then decides to, out of the blue, just take a peek around… in case there are signs of any other Saxons in the area. This guy made a break for somewhere, speeding off on his horse like — that's where the horse came from!

There is a grunt as a struggling body is finished off, Corraidhin having taken the unpleasant task of killing the downed and injured ones upon himself. His dagger red. Standing up after wiping the blade clean on the slain's tunic before he is looking over the others. "Quick search and take what we can?" he asks before looking to Llewelyn. "How are you?"

"I figure, ask questions … who knows, maybe he can talk …" A shrug though, maybe too hopefully, but pigeon language who knows. "I mean, we could keep wandering and hope for a better vantage, maybe this was a patrol? And maybe there is an army coming this way." Suggesting he's not opposed to killing him at all, but the mission to see what they are up to still at hand. "I'm good either way, up to you and the others." For heading out to search some more. Of course Corraidhin nearby asking after Llewelyn gets him to look there. The covering of the wounds or the slapping in the face gets the saxon to start stirring of course. Just a little. From where he bent over the Saxon Llwyd stands up to look, offering side commentary to Isyld of course, "Yes, and my thanks are owed, another reason to visit Chalke. Not the only one, mind."

Critical Success!
Corraidhin checked his FirstAid of 10, he rolled 10.
Corraidhin rolls 1d3 and gets (3) for a total of: (3)

Brows arch when the Saxon begins to come 'round but Isyld has nothing but a distasteful look for the warrior. A look is granted Llwyd at his commentary. "A reason to visit Chalke? If you need another reason," she sort of leaves vague, but she moves more towards where Llew is, "How badly injured is he?" Concern is foremost in her features, but there is a wariness as she casts a look around the immediate area.

Llewelyn rides back to the main group soon enough and politely asks one of the knights to remove the arrow. And by that, we mean: "Feck, shit, this thing feckin' hurts like I got fecked up the arse by a stag-horn, git it out, will ye?" So yes, that's how he asks, now that there's a little time seek aid. The colorful commentary probably continues as one of the knights actually does manage to extract the arrow, the whole thing fortunately coming out totally cleanly, leaving nothing behind in the wound, which itself is a fairly clean puncture, and easily covered with a small bandage.

There is half a grin from Llwyd to Isyld, "Only one reason needed, good Sir. But another one just to make reason to see you …" And he could go on, but Llewelyn hurt and needing the arrow out draws his attention. He turns to him for the moment, the Saxon only vaguely stirring for the moment. The rest most likely dead by every one elses sword. A slight cringe at the arrow coming out, not turning away per say. "So, we know they are ranging this way, with some horse and bow?" As if is that enough to settle things. He quiets down as Isyld asks for the outlook on Llewelyn of course, getting back into serious again, slightly.

"Having never been fucked by a stag or it's horn I wouldnt know." Corraidhin states before he pushes a big hand on Llew's chest as he works the arrow out without further damage and leaving a small exit. Probably the best field work Corr has ever performed. Bloody arrow is handed to Llewelyn as he watches Isyld and Llwyd. A snort "Fuck an be done with it." though the teasing is light. The gruff knight looks back and raises a brow to the archer. "He will live and well." Stripping tunic from

Seeing nothing related to Saxon activity a bit further down the road, Brynmor gallops back to rejoin the others. "Can't say I spotted anything. It's troubling that we still don't know where that one," He thumbs over his shoulder at the Saxon with the sword wound and arrow sticking out of it, "was headed to." Aaand, he just comes in time to see more weirdness between the pair, Isyld and Llwyd, "Yeah… Let's keep it professional here." Says the person who constantly find any and every excuse to crawl away for a nap. He then eyes Llewelyn, "Good job killing that horse."

"Having never been fucked by a stag or it's horn I wouldnt know." Corraidhin states before he pushes a big hand on Llew's chest as he works the arrow out without further damage and leaving a small exit. Probably the best field work Corr has ever performed. Bloody arrow is handed to Llewelyn as he watches Isyld and Llwyd. A snort "Fuck an be done with it." though the teasing is light. The gruff knight looks back and raises a brow to the archer. "He will live and well." Stripping tunic from one of the dead, Corraidhin patches a small makeshift bandage. "You can ride which we best do." he adds before looking at a body for things to loot. "I suspect a push while are gone. An with rhat fella running or trying-" a pause "There is more of em."

"Aye, sure, I'll be green as grass," Llewelyn mutters once Corraidhin declares the operation a success. "Eh, thank ye anyway. Better than wit' it in there, aye?" Applying the bandage will take a little longer, and he'll wait in patience as its done, complaining far less once the actual arrow is gone. "Well, just best he did'na run and git more friends," he tells Brynmor, also glancing off. "If he ran, there's more fer sure. Goodly bunch too, most like, if this was just a scouting group."

"Uh…huh." Isyld counters, the pause in there and everything as she speaks to Llwyd. "I thought it was for the reading and writing lessons?" Flashing him a brief smile, she looks back towards the others, wincing when the arrow is removed. "That is going to leave a mark." She wipes her axe on the leg of her clothing before putting it back safe and sound where she stores it when not in use. "So, we found Saxons, we question this guy, find out what he knows, and we deliver the news to Sir Oswallt." Cause she's Chalke. A flirty smile is given to Brynmor, "I am nothing but professional Sir. Always." Corraidhin gets a laugh, "Where's the fun in that?"

Corraidhin snortts back to Isyld. "You've not fucked then." he adds with a cheeky smile. Likely it is Isyld's status as a knight that earns her such salty language as opposed to other ladies. A look is given Llwyd as he goes to rummage another body. "Earl Robert should know as well, by damn. It's a scoutin party to be sure, which could mean there is a bigger party comin. We could go an look or high tail our arses out." They cannot take on a bigger host most likely. "Who is the closer ride so our laddo can get patched?"

He chuckles, just a little. "What, it is all I was thinking, at first at least …" Says Llwyd as he comes more to the group. Writing and reading, all he ever things about these days, he's rather expert at it too. Then he lets it go for the now, she can flirt smile with the others and he has no one else to do the same with, unless trees count. He's not trying that anytime soon. "Well, I think the nearest tavern is Sarum … for distance, at least." A pause and look to Corraidhin, "Wait, didn't you say you knew the woods from hunting between Sarum and Brougton?" Like he should know which was closer, thoough in trought, prabably both equally the same come to think of it.

Well, if everyone else is off their horses, Brynmor dismounts too. "I'm sure we'll get high praise from finding out and disrupting their operation.." He cannot help but yawn now, the adrenaline rush dying, "Here." He then finds himself a seat beneat a tall, shady tree, his back resting against the rough trunk, "But either way, that guy was headed someone." He talks about the one on the Saxon horse. So hopefully, that one." He lifts his chin rather than even pointing, less effort that way, to the guy that Llwyd tries to save, "can tell us more." This was all probably mentioned earlier, but like always, Brynmor doesn't pay attention to all conversation. "Right now though." Another yawn "We should rest us and…" Incoherent murmuring.

"I think you're on to something there, Sir." Isyld retorts to Corraidhin. "It's currently not on my list of things to do. It means a husband and children and.. hanging my axe up for the duration. I'd rather kill Saxons." As Brynmor dismounts, she watches him with a curious expression, smirking as he takes to sleeping. "So questions, then the Sarum tavern."

Corraidhin narrows his eyes towards Llwyd "I do. I dont know however which it will be for us with him." a thumb jerked at poor Llew. "I say we take him to Sarum. at least have a better eye on him. We can ride messages from there." Sound advice at least. "An alert the Knight de Ebbe and Robert in the same swoop." There. Catching up a seax it is tucked into Corr's belt "Take what y' like an lets go." And of course questions.

"Rest? Are ye mad, lad? The rest of these are like to come along any time, even without word. Scouts go -ahead- of the army, aye? Means the rest follows." So, nope! Llewelyn is not down with a pit stop, not even with a bloody shoulder. Of knowing the area, though, he'll say, "I dun'nae who said anything about it, but I know the ground pretty well there ain't much else around worth headin' for, at least nothin' safer than home, and that's where our message will be best heard, aye? That's where I'll be headin', anyway. Rest of you kin do as ye like."

When Llwyd lets it drop and mentions Sarum, Isyld nods, "I agree, we do need to get him to the nearest place. Shall we? Just bring the Saxon with you. We will turn him over to Earl Robert." She leaves it at that and tries to urge the others to get moving.

"But.." Brynmor begins to complain. "I just dismounted and you want me to get back in the saddle?" Grumblegrumble. "Fiine." He says with a whiny hostility in his voice. "Can't wait to get back and sleep in a real bed, that's for sure." So up he goes, not waiting to see who is going to handles the injured Saxon.

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