(514-08-04) Darkening Horizons, I
Summary: Earl Robert dispatches a force of knights to bolster the southern border with Dorset.
Date: 4 August 514
Related: Unnamed Feeling I: Hatred, Unnamed Feeling II: Vengeance, Unnamed Feeling IV: Nemesis
acwel braelynn bryce catryn gaius huw padrig rose seraphina 


Poster's note: The combat was run in three- and four-round increments with poses in between, so the combat rolls were posted in separate blocks to represent each round of rolls.


It has been a few days since the trial of Sior de Gillingham, and his subsequent execution by the Earl's hand. If there was sparse diplomatic communication between Dorset and Salisbury before, now there is none, save for the promise of retribution for Robert 'overstepping his bounds'. It may not even be the truth of the matter, but in politics, truth is a very relative, flimsy thing.

What this means is that hostilities between the two Earldoms resumed tacitly, if not quite expressly, and even now the animosity of before is demonstrated with the occasional border skirmish whenever a group of knights from one meets another from the other.

Today, however, battle is not made against knights, but against a manor; after a raid on Coombe Bisset, the knights of Salisbury were gathered to present a defense force to put a stop on Dorset's depredations on their homeland and the weakening of Earl Robert's and Lord Oswallt's southern assets.

Gaius had originally set out to return home to Stapleford though his travels were distracted and waylaid by other matters and soon the man found himself returning back to the center of Salisbury to once more to set out back to his home. That was when the raids hit, and the political situation of Salisbury and Dorset was made known to him. With shield, sword, and horse he made haste to the manor of Coombe Bisset as word of another raid had reached his ears while on the roads outside of Sarum. The man clicks his tongue in annoyance, making note he has to hurry back to his house so he can rebuild his retinue of squire and any necessary attendants. But a Knight cannot skirt his duty, now can he? His courser slows to a trot as he nears the defense force assembled by the Earl flying Salisbury colors. "Good day. A picnic?" He jests as he raises his hand in salute.

On duties once more for the Earl, Seraphina has joined the grouping of Knights near the boarder, her cloak in place as if normal when she is in full armor, the ebony chain muted within the black of the shadows that she prefers. The colors of Newentone can be found is one is looking for such, but the silence that is the Ebony Knight is in place as her horse picks a spot to stop near Gaius. A little smirk appears in her hood as she glances towards the Knight but she doesn't say anything to his comment s she gently pats the side of her horse, keeping it calm.

Among the Salisbury knights currently in this area at the Southern border is Sir Bryce de Baverstock, armored in chainmail, the new family sword hanging at his side, his angular features tightened into an attitude of attention, while his demeanor otherwise hints at the fact that he feels strangely at ease. For once a knight among many, and more importantly, spared temporarily from seeing to matters of the Baverstock lands. His squire Carl waits patiently a little further back on his dapplegrey rouncey, and Bryce casts him a glance, hands tugging at the reins to keep his black charger in check. Having arrived as soon as word had reached him, being in the area by mere coincidence. The arriving Gaius receices a nod from the Baverstock knight. "A picnic? Of a rather unhealthy, deadly fare, I suppose. Only that it will be us that will feed this to them, if they insist.", is his rather dark reply.

Run errands to Sarum, they said. It will be fine, they said. Though all of Laverstock may well be tittering behind their hands at Padrig's slight predicament, the knight in question is less than amused at numbering among the 'unwounded enough' to be politely requested by join the hastily assembled number of his forces. So, like any gallant young knight, he mounted his charger without argument and decided to drag not only his squire into danger, but also his bride-to-be. How romantic.

"Well, this was a longer walk than you either of us was thinking, wasn't it, Lady Braelynn?" he inquires of the woman mounted beside him, but Sir Gaius' quip draws a toothy grin from the Laverstock. He shifts in the saddle and gestures in the knight's general direction. "But here we have a picnic nonetheless, so let it not be said I do not conjure a way to provide."

Coombe Bisset, entirely too close to Burcombe, nothing would stop Catryn from coming orders from the Earl or not. On her charger, she is shadowed by her squire, and though there is no immediate verbal communication between the two they seem to be in tune as a lance is handed over, accepted, before the squire moves back to a safer position. The banter between the knights is either unnoticed or ignored, favoring a calculating look over the Dorset forces, already looking for weakness.

Huw has been living in the border lands since the Royal Wedding, and is starting to know the locacl names and faces, not just the lords and ladies. He might not be the most skillfull healer in the surroundings, but he's handy enough and there is work to be done, son if not thanks be to God not immediately. Wrapped in a travelling cloak and armed with a bag of bandages and other supplies he walks with purpose to the muster, muttering quiet prayers for the safety off all concerned and trying to mentally prepare himself for the carnage ahead.

Ahorse, and rather grim-faced for the situation that ensues, Sir Acwel de Woodford has joined the group of knights willing to take battle to Dorset in this defense of another manor, beholden to Ebble Castle. The knight counts with his squire, today, a fellow who seems to have a perpetual cold or allergies, and is outfitted for true battle; a shield and lance, with his sword sheathed at his side. He offers a closed-mailed fist salute to the other knights, riding so that he is beside Catryn for a moment. "Good to see you out and about, Sir," he offers, letting Saint, his stallion, amble around so he can have a better view of where they're supposed to go.

Braelynn chuckles, and glances toward Padrig. "And here I thought you were just being romantic." She's teasing, of course, and she is wearing a large sack of healing supplies slung over one shoulder. Her eyes move to the gathered knights and then back to Padrig. "Let's just hope I'm not needed." She rides, adequately, but not well, next to Padrig. She nods toward Huw and Rose, the other two healers, and with one last smile toward Padrig she redirects her horse toward them, to prepare for what may come. As she passes Seraphina she gives the woman a smile, and Gaius gets a glare as she passes.

Gaius seems a bit more pleasant then the last time Padrig and a few others saw him, of course the bounds of Saxon ropes and the promise of a Saxon death do much to sour peoples moods. The Stapleford Knight gives a nod to Padrig and the others, a soft smirk to the silent knight as she sits atop her own horse. The man takes his place amongst the group, his courser Remus giving an annoyed flick his tail and ears. Why is he standing around when he could be munching on delicious oats, cheese or flowers? Really anything. The horse prefers food to battle. Gaius takes the lull to check his chain mail and shield, running the flat of his scabbarded sword along the Key emblem on the shield to see if the paint needs reapplied. He then catches sight of Braelynn and her glare, the man blinking in confusion as he glances around. How can she glare at a completely innocent christian Knight!?

The distance between Coombe Bisset and Odstock is an hour at most, with the former being closer to Ebble Castle, as that would naturally be where the knights might ride to, on the road from Wilton, before veering a right past a bridge.

The destruction left behind at Coombe is evident even at a traveling distance; corpses litter the ground and blood slicks the soil. The manor's two armsmen, dead, bear wounds that are reminiscent of an animal's savage attack, with the brutality that has been visited upon them. Perhaps the knights might have survived, but it's hard to say.

On the other way, the bloody band that did this, the perpetrators of such a crime against Salisbury, are spotted as soon as the group of knights and healers arrive to the outskirts of Odstock. Already do they commence their bloody work, as a band of peasants attempts to defend their village from their attack, only to be run by a sword. On the other hand, the knights of the Odstock family bravely fight against the intruders, but they are too many; a moment longer and a distinguished knightly lineage might be extinguished, just like that.

The sight of the devastation at Coombe is almost enough to make Huw physically ill, and if it hadn't been for the more urgent need at Odstock he'd've stayed to help with the immediate aftermath. THe knights are pushing on though, and so much here, there are lives that might yet still be saved. Saying what prayers he can for the dead, and then, as tney mve on, for those yet still living, he keeps close to Lady Rose and Lady Braelynn, ready to roll his sleeves up and mend broken knights.

Odstock. Not a place he has visited before, that is for sure. Neither is Coombe Bisset. Bryce de Baverstock observed with an unmoving mien the carnage left at the already raided manor, but indeed, such sight was more encouragement to ride on, to the next station these dealers of carnage may have in mind. Devil is urged onto a gallop, and Bryce's brows furrow once they arrive upon the scene, of onging battle. "For Odstock!", he calls, loud enough for anyone in the grouo of knights to hear, before he accepts the lance, readily provided by Carl, and readies his shield. And then gets ready to charge at the invaders of Odstock territory.

Seraphina stiffens once about something and that hood turns to follow the arrival of the Healers, a little frown appears on lips that can be seen as the hood falls back just slightly. Amber eyes narrow and then the Ebony Knight turns back to the playing field. A lance has been ready by her small squire and a deep breath is given before she finally nods towards the other Knights, leaning over to speak something into her horses ear. She let's the others make the calls as she waits, picking out with her eyes on placement of her first charge.

There's a quirk of her lips, perhaps a wry twist as Catryn transfers a look to Acwel. "Still a little sore, but I suppose now that will always be there." To stress her point, she rolls her shoulders and the left one hitches a little with the movement, bringing a wince. "Just glad everything was settled. Also that I made it out alive." The look turns more sardonic, "Even if my life was saved by Steeple Langford." As they near Coombe Bisset, her jaw firms, disapproval clear in her features. It's at Odstock when they catch up with the raiders that she spares another glance to Acwel, a crooked, if somewhat cocky smile given him. "Stay behind me." It's meant simply as a jest to sort of lighten a moment that has no intention of being made light of. "It's been an honor knowing you." Catryn has learned from battle, each one may be the last, say what you have to say before. Her lance is in hand and she prepares for the charge.

Braelynn hops from her horse, wobbly, but at least she stays upright. She looks to Huw and says, "So it's the three of us again. At least this time I've brought supplies this time." Her eyes move to the village, and the slaughter there. Her head shakes at the senseless carnage, and she settles in, her lips moving in a silent prayer to the gods for the safety of the knights gathered.

Padrig shifts in the saddle, turning to spot Braelynn among the other non-combatants, and with a quiet sigh he shifts his shield into place on his left arm. Rolling his shoulders, he settles the weight properly before plopping his helmet onto his head squarely. He looks around to be sure the sights are lined up, and in grim silence takes in the bloody sprawl of the battlefield. His head shakes slightly to communicate his otherwise wordless abhorrence of the scene before he casts out his right arm in a silent request. Dey responds by darting forward with the readied lance and offers it to Padrig with quiet wishes for luck, and the knight offers the squire a solemn nod of the head; he can hardly grin, what with his face being obscured.

Gaius carries with him only a single lance, as he has been traveling light and his adventures have not made a call for such a glorious charge as they are about to embark on. The Knight sits atop his horse as he affixes his scabbard to his belt and checks his shield. He slings the shield over his back and motions for one of the free attendants to unstrap his lance from the side of his mount and hand it too him. With lance in hand he unslings his shield and tilts his head to the left and the right to settle his helmet. Sad eyes peer out over the scene, the rest of his normally pleasant features obscured by the hard metal of the helmet. He invokes Michael in a soft prayer, and brings the flare of his lance up to his helmet as if to kiss it before he levels the deadly weapon and sets to charge.

"Salisbury! For Odstock!" Acwel shouts, lifting his lance for a charge as he echoes Bryce's call for battle. He glances over his shoulders to the other knights, then bows his head piously to Huw when he spots the monk; he has a healthy respect for the man of faith, considering the benedictions that carried him all the way through the battle with the Saxons. Saint's hooves pound the ground as the Knight of Woodford starts in a charge with the others, ready to engage his enemy in brutal combat.

Success
Acwel checked his lance of 12, he rolled 5.
Success
Acwel makes a check for Jaime Sword at 14, he rolled 10.
Acwel rolls 4d6 and gets (6 1 2 3) for a total of: (12)
Success
You check your lance at 15, you rolled 1.
Success
Acwel makes a check for Bronn Sword at 14, he rolled 6.
Acwel rolls 4d6 and gets (3 2 6 6) for a total of: (17)
Success
You check your horsemanship at 15, you rolled 4.
Success
Bryce checked his Lance of 15, he rolled 2.
Success
Acwel makes a check for Stannis Sword at 14, he rolled 8.
Acwel rolls 4d6 and gets (3 3 2 5) for a total of: (13)
Failed.
Bryce checked his Horsemanship of 10, he rolled 18.
Bryce rolls 1d6 and gets (4) for a total of: (4)
Success
Catryn checked her lance of 10, she rolled 1.
Failed.
Acwel makes a check for Walder Sword at 14, he rolled 15.
Catryn rolls 6d6 and gets (4 2 6 4 2 2) for a total of: (20)
Failed.
Acwel makes a check for Walder Horse at 10, he rolled 19.
Acwel rolls 1d6 and gets (6) for a total of: (6)
Failed.
Gaius checked his lance of 10, he rolled 15.
Failed.
Acwel makes a check for Waymar Sword at 14, he rolled 15.
Critical Fail!
Seraphina checked her lance of 14, she rolled 20.
Success
Acwel makes a check for Roose Sword at 14, he rolled 10.
Acwel rolls 4d6 and gets (2 2 5 5) for a total of: (14)
Success
Seraphina checked her horsemanship of 15, she rolled 14.

Success
Acwel checked his sword of 15, he rolled 6.
Success
Acwel makes a check for Jaime Sword at 14, he rolled 5.
Acwel rolls 5d6 and gets (6 6 1 1 2) for a total of: (16)
Success
Acwel makes a check for Jaime Horsemanship at 10, he rolled 5.
Success
You check your sword at 15, you rolled 6.
Success
Acwel makes a check for Bronn Sword at 14, he rolled 5.
Padrig rolls 5d6 and gets (3 5 2 1 2) for a total of: (13)
Failed.
Acwel makes a check for Bronn Horsemanship at 10, he rolled 17.
Acwel rolls 1d6 and gets (1) for a total of: (1)
Failed.
Bryce checked his Sword of 13, he rolled 17.
Success
Acwel makes a check for Stannis Sword at 14, he rolled 3.
Acwel rolls 4d6 and gets (3 5 5 2) for a total of: (15)
Success
Bryce checked his dex of 15, he rolled 6.
Success
Catryn checked her sword of 15, she rolled 10.
Success
Acwel makes a check for Walder Sword at 14, he rolled 2.
Catryn rolls 4d6 and gets (6 2 2 3) for a total of: (13)
Success
Acwel makes a check for Walder Dex at 14, he rolled 9.
Success
Gaius checked his sword of 15, he rolled 2.
Success
Acwel makes a check for Waymar Sword at 14, he rolled 1.
Gaius rolls 4d6 and gets (4 1 6 1) for a total of: (12)
Success
Acwel makes a check for Waymar Horse at 10, he rolled 7.
Success
Seraphina checked her sword of 15, she rolled 6.
Failed.
Acwel makes a check for Roose Sword at 14, he rolled 17.
Seraphina rolls 5d6 and gets (1 1 2 3 4) for a total of: (11)

Acwel checked his sword of 15, he rolled 18.Success
Acwel makes a check for Jaime Sword at 14, he rolled 3.
Acwel rolls 4d6 and gets (6 1 3 3) for a total of: (13)
Success
You check your sword at 15, you rolled 11.
Critical Fail!
Acwel makes a check for Bronn Sword at 14, he rolled 20.
Padrig rolls 5d6 and gets (2 4 2 1 3) for a total of: (12)
Success
Acwel makes a check for Bronn Dex at 14, he rolled 8.
Critical Success!
Bryce checked his Horsemanship of 10, he rolled 10.
Success
Bryce checked his Sword of 13, he rolled 10.
Success
Acwel makes a check for Stannis Sword at 14, he rolled 2
Bryce rolls 4d6 and gets (1 6 4 4) for a total of: (15)
Critical Success!
Acwel makes a check for Stannis Horsemanship at 10, he rolled 10.
Success
Catryn checked her sword of 15, she rolled 7.
Success
Acwel makes a check for Walder Sword at 14, he rolled 9.
Acwel rolls 4d6 and gets (2 1 4 3) for a total of: (10)
Failed.
Gaius checked his sword of 15, he rolled 18.
Success
Acwel makes a check for Waymar Sword at 14, he rolled 5.
Acwel rolls 4d6 and gets (5 4 2 4) for a total of: (15)
Success
Gaius checked his horsemanship of 10, he rolled 2.
Failed.
Seraphina checked her sword of 15, she rolled 19.
Success
Acwel makes a check for Roose Sword at 14, he rolled 1.
Acwel rolls 4d6 and gets (1 1 4 3) for a total of: (9)

Devil flies towards the fighting, hooves thundering beneath the black charger, and Bryce sitting on top lowers his lance and takes aim. He is usually quite good with the lance, even better than with his sword. Even so, the knight he attacks parries with ease and instead knocks the seasoned Baverstock knight of admittedly rather short built off the saddle. There is a groan when the knight hits the ground, and hurries to get back on his feet, drawing his sword to be ready to defend himself, whilst looking for any stray horse to catch. But before he can do so, there is already that nasty knight attacking him from above, and Bryce can barely bring up his sword in time. Steel grazes over his maille and shield, a nasty bruise caused by the impact. But the Baverstock manages to stay on his feet, his gaze darkening as he glares at his opponent on the horse. Speaking of horses… Bryce glimpses a black riderless charger and recognizes his own horse! "Come here, Devil," he calls with a relieved smile, and with a swift grip of his hand he catches the reins and draws himself up into the saddle, now to attack from a better angle. His sword hits home, with enough momentum that would have unhorsed many other opponent. But not Bryce's current bane of a knight, who remains in the saddle, apparently very much unscathed from his attack.

Charging down against his enemy, Acwel is not quick enough to avoid Sir Jaime de Dorset's swipe on his side, which earns him a bruise on the ribs as he wheels around, discards his lance and draws his sword with a loud ring. In the exchanges that follow, he lands a hit on the man, but shield and armor stop him from doing any damage to the individual, who stays ahorse despite this first exchange of blows.

He turns quickly as the raider goes with an overhead chop to his shoulder, raising his shield to absorb much of his impact while his own sword blow strikes thin air. Thankfully, it is not enough to rock him on his saddle, and so the Knight of Woodford gets ready to strike at the man once more, this time with a thrust to the other's chest.

Saint snorts out his breath, hooves pounding on the ground as his master prepares to re-engage his foe.

Gaius tosses away his lance when thrust meets air and the caress of the other Knight's blade brushes past his face. IN a flurry his blade is pulled from its sheath as Remus gives a snort and a cry as the beast is turned sharply to clash once more with the raiding Knight. Gaius starts low, bringing his sword up in a wide arc that catches the Knight in his leg and aims to rip him from his mount, those the straps and leathers that keep him secure do their job and he holds steady so they can exchange another series of rapid blows with iron on iron as their shields bash together. "Such Honor you do to your Earl! Killing peasants! Such challenges! Such bravery! The bards will sing of you in the decades to come!" he praises and taunts the other Knight, Gaius growling as the Knight's blade slashes at his side and almost sends him tumbling. Gaius pulls his mount wide to avoid trampling the bodies of downed Knights and Peasants. His gaze sweeps away for a moment to assess the other Knights who battle, as well as the blood and the mud that turns the Manor lands into a soup. His shoulder sag heavy for a moment as he remembers words of another. Sad eyes once more focus on the Knight before him, his shield snapping up to deflect a blow.

Seraphina nudges her horse into a charge, no words, not calling, nothing but a silent wave of darkness flying over the land to crash into the mass of mounted men along with the other Knights. But the charge has to much power behind, or the lance was just not set right, because that crash comes with the telling sound of a lance shattering into a million pieces, wood flying to do whatever little damage that can be had.

A toss of the ruined lance to the side and Seraphina draws her sword, a turn of her horse and the left handed Knight slashes against Roose and while there is a connect, it's not enough to do much damage to the other, maybe rock him back as the horse fight for purchase and she pulls Bax, her charger around to engage once more.

The next slash misses as Roose's pulls his horse to the side, and while there is a running of sword against sword and a light tap on the shoulder of the Ebony Knight, it does nothing more than cause a slight tear in the fabric of her cloak.

Determination set in her jaw, Catryn centers herself, strong in the saddle as she charges the raider with her lance. The charge has the desired effect, the Dorset knight falls, both lance and fall doing enough damage to give her an advantage. Hurriedly switching out for her sword, she continues giving the injured man (he's down to 12) a fight. Swords clash together, the metallic ringing echoing. Catryn very obviously favors one shoulder over the other, gritting her teeth at some points, but she continues on fighting.

When the charge is called, Padrig grimly sets his charger into a gallop, and in silence he leans over the mount's back and heads into the fray. His lance holds steady, but in his pass it merely glances off the helmet of his foe with a loud, jarring sound of metal-on-metal. The man's own lance thunks heavily into his shield, sending the Laverstock swaying in the saddle, but he tightens his grip on the reins and his thighs about the saddle and manages to keep ahorse. Tossing the lance away, he whirls the charger about while drawing his sword with a loud *sching*, and then he is back in it once more. Blows are exchanged, and he loses himself in the frenzied pace of the fight to the exclusion of all else; the blood pounds in his ears and sweat immediately begins to trickle down the sides of his face. Evenly matched, he cannot seem to score a fatal wound on his enemy, but he does manage to send the man to the ground with a loud thud. With the flat of his blade, he slaps the rear of his opponent's horse and sends the animal skittering off into the surrounding carnage to lessen the chances of retrieval, and then he begins to circle the man on the ground who is now climbing to his feet to square off with him.

As the knight charge, and the lines meet, Huw takes a dee breath. crosses himself, and offers a prayer of preservance to God. Setting his bag beside the others' supplies he carefully rolls up the sleives of his habit so they won't impede his work, then turns to watch and wait, ready to dash forward to help carry wounded clear if needed.

Success
Acwel checked his sword of 15, he rolled 9.
Success
Acwel makes a check for Jaime Sword at 14, he rolled 5.
Acwel rolls 5d6 and gets (4 6 4 3 4) for a total of: (21)
Failed.
Acwel makes a check for Jaime Horsemanship at 10, he rolled 14.
Success
You check your sword at 15, you rolled 5.
Failed.
Acwel makes a check for Bronn Sword at 9, he rolled 13.
Padrig rolls 5d6 and gets (1 4 2 4 1) for a total of: (12)
Success
Acwel makes a check for Bronn Dex at 14, he rolled 7.
Success
Bryce checked his Sword of 13, he rolled 1.
Success
Acwel makes a check for Stannis Sword at 14, he rolled 1.
Success
Catryn checked her sword of 15, she rolled 13.
Failed.
Acwel makes a check for Walder Sword at 14, he rolled 16.
Catryn rolls 4d6 and gets (5 6 5 4) for a total of: (20)
Failed.
Gaius checked his sword of 15, he rolled 16.
Failed.
Acwel makes a check for Waymar Sword at 14, he rolled 16.
Success
Seraphina checked her sword of 15, she rolled 10.
Success
Acwel makes a check for Roose Sword at 14, he rolled 9.
Seraphina rolls 5d6 and gets (2 4 3 1 6) for a total of: (16)
Failed.
Acwel makes a check for Roose Horse at 10, he rolled 16.
Acwel rolls 1d6 and gets (6) for a total of: (6)

Critical Success!
Acwel checked his Sword of 15, he rolled 15.
Success
Acwel makes a check for Jaime Sword at 14, he rolled 2.
Acwel rolls 5d6 and gets (5 5 5 4 2) for a total of: (21)
Success
Acwel makes a check for Jaime Dex at 14, he rolled 7.
Success
You check your sword at 15, you rolled 7.
Success
Acwel makes a check for Bronn Sword at 14, he rolled 5
Padrig rolls 5d6 and gets (6 3 3 4 5) for a total of: (21)
Success
Acwel makes a check for Bronn Dex at 14, he rolled 6.
Success
Bryce checked his Sword of 13, he rolled 6.
Success
Acwel makes a check for Stannis at 14, he rolled 2.
Bryce rolls 4d6 and gets (2 4 2 6) for a total of: (14)
Success
Acwel makes a check for Stannis Dex at 14, he rolled 12.
Failed.
Acwel makes a check for Stannis Horse at 10, he rolled 18.
Acwel rolls 1d6 and gets (1) for a total of: (1)
Success
Catryn checked her cruel of 16, she rolled 2.
Success
Catryn checked her sword of 15, she rolled 6.
Catryn rolls 4d6 and gets (5 1 6 1) for a total of: (13)
Gaius checked his sword of 15, he rolled 2.
Success
Acwel makes a check for Waymar Sword at 14, he rolled 11.
Acwel rolls 4d6 and gets (4 1 3 3) for a total of: (11)
Success
Seraphina checked her sword of 15, she rolled 4.
Success
Acwel makes a check for Roose Sword at 14, he rolled 2.
Seraphina rolls 5d6 and gets (4 4 5 5 5) for a total of: (23)
Failed.
Acwel makes a check for Roose Dex at 14, he rolled 16.

Success
Acwel checked his Sword of 15, he rolled 5.
Success
Acwel makes a check for Jaime Sword at 14, he rolled 12.
Acwel rolls 4d6 and gets (6 3 4 3) for a total of: (16)
Success
Acwel checked his Horsemanship of 15, he rolled 14.
Success
You check your sword at 15, you rolled 14.
Success
Acwel makes a check for Bronn Sword at 14, he rolled 13.
Padrig rolls 5d6 and gets (4 6 3 3 1) for a total of: (17)
Critical Fail!
Acwel makes a check for Bronn Dex at 14, he rolled 20.
Success
Bryce checked his Sword of 13, he rolled 6.
Success
Acwel makes a check for Stannis Sword -KD at 9, he rolled 1.
Bryce rolls 4d6 and gets (4 6 4 6) for a total of: (20)
Success
Acwel makes a check for Stannis Dex at 14, he rolled 7.
Success
Catryn checked her sword of 15, she rolled 11.
Catryn rolls 4d6 and gets (2 1 1 3) for a total of: (7)
Success
Gaius checked his sword of 15, he rolled 14.
Success
Acwel makes a check for Waymar Sword at 14, he rolled 6.
Gaius rolls 4d6 and gets (3 3 6 4) for a total of: (16)
Failed.
Acwel makes a check for Waymar Horse at 10, he rolled 19.
Acwel rolls 1d6 and gets (2) for a total of: (2)
Success
Seraphina checked her sword of 15, she rolled 1.
Success
Acwel makes a check for Stannis Sword -KD at 9, he rolled 1.

The charger is well-bred for battle, and despite the cries and grunts, the yelling of war cries and the screams of pain, he is tightly under Padrig's control as the Laverstock knight circles his foe and continues to clash swords in an attempt to gain an edge. They continue to exchange blows, although his opponent looks to be slowly wearying under the unrelenting force of his still-mounted opponent. This is telling when, with a cry of triumph, Padrig scores a wound below the collarbone to the man's shield-bearing side, and he whips the horse around to bring up his own shield in time to ward off a blow. The force of the defensive maneuver flings Bronn down into the dirt where the man writhes for a moment, stunned both by the sudden blossom of pain through his chest and by the wind knocked out of him. As his target is still alive and conscious, however, now is not the time to let slip his control in victory; instead, Padrig brings his mount around to finish the circle and comes to bear upon his enemy with the grim determination to see Bronn's eyes glazed over in death.

Gaius leans back as the sweep of the Dorset Knight's sword cuts across the air where his neck once was. His own blade lashing out to miss the Knight's sword arm by an inch as he pulls back and their horses round about. Gaius spurs Remus forward to crash the flank of his beast into the Dorset Knight, trying to get close so he can dig his blade in between armor and finally bring an end to this battle, but his recklessness is paid back with a rounding blow across his shield that sends him wheeling back. He wants to survey the battle, to see if his fellow Knights need help. His eyes flick away for a moment to watch as Catryn drives her blade into her downed foe, turning the tides in their favor. His head snaps back as the Dorset Knight readies his small charge and once more they meet. Blade is driven into the Knight's shield to drive it away as Gaius slams the man's helmet with his own shield and then slams his boot into the man's chest to send him tumbling to the ground. The flat of his blade smack's Remus's flank and he readies to run down the fallen Knight.

Bryce is determined to stay in the saddle this time, his dark eyes narrowing as they focus on the Dorset knight. The next clash of steel against steel occurs without any damage dealt to either. His jaw tenses, Bryce de Baverstock very much aware that he needs to increase his efforts if he wants to defeat the other knight in this deadly battle. His sword is swung in a wide arc, where Bryce tries to make up in momentum, hits home and drives the Dorset man out of the saddle. "This will teach you, about invading the lands of Earl Oswallt," he growls, his gaze darkening as he brings his sword down upon his opponent again, drawing blood this time.

Sir Seraphina and Sir Roose seem to be in there own little world, for the shift of Seraphina's horse brings her sword down in an arching sweep and knocks the other Knight off his horse, enough so, that while the hit did not bite as she wished into the shoulder, the fall caused a crashing grunt from the male.

Not one to let up, Sword switches hands and sweeps as if to try to take neck from shoulder, while the power is there, the aim is off and that sharp sword simply bites into the shoulder, causing a bloody mess as he Knight drops.

Other to meet sword to sword in a flash of steel, a sound of pain from the Knight on the ground and silence from Seraphina. This does though, let the woman sweep her gaze over the field, searching.. for something but then the battle shifts again.

Acwel and Jaime are exchanging a series of blows, with neither gaining any serious advantage until a slidelong slash of the Knight of Woodford's sword has the Dorset knight toppled from the horse, which allows the Vassal Knight to pass by the man quickly with his horse to strike him on his shoulder, then wheel around again.

Unfortunately, this one attack is not good enough to knock the man back down, so when he stands up, they have another exchange, and Jaime gets him good on the back, which rocks him on his saddle, though his feet sink into the flanks of Saint as he turns about to thrust his sword at the man with the momentum given by his steed.

Walder was down, he was out, Catryn knew that very well, but with the image of the bodies of Coombe Bisset fresh in her mind, the Burcombe isn't feeling very merciful. A life for a life. Bringing her horse around, with a yell that echoes among them all, she plunges her sword through the face of the Dorset knight, twisting it to make sure it did the job, before lifting it, "For those you killed," she sneers momentarily at his dead body. Since she had been closest to Acwel, as soon as she looks up, she notices his opponent was the nearest and she lifts her bloodied sword to catch him by surprise, only the hit wasn't as powerful as she had meant for it to be. Still, she is going to help as she can.

Success
Acwel checked his Sword of 15, he rolled 7
<OOC> Acwel says, "Jaime: Splitting his attack 7 and 7"
Success
Acwel makes a check for Jaime Sword at 7, he rolled 3.
Acwel rolls 5d6 and gets (1 5 6 6 4) for a total of: (22)
Failed.
Acwel makes a check for Jaime Horse at 10, he rolled 18.
Acwel rolls 1d6 and gets (1) for a total of: (1)
Success
You check your sword at 15, you rolled 1.
Success
Acwel makes a check for Bronn Sword at 9, he rolled 1.
Failed.
Acwel makes a check for Stannis Horsemanship at 10, he rolled 17.
Success
Bryce checked his Sword of 13, he rolled 11.
Success
Acwel makes a check for Stannis Sword at 14, he rolled 12.
Acwel rolls 4d6 and gets (5 1 6 3) for a total of: (15)
Success
Bryce checked his Horsemanship of 10, he rolled 8.
Success
Catryn checked her sword of 15, she rolled 5.
Failed.
Acwel makes a check for Jaime Sword at 7, he rolled 19.
Catryn rolls 4d6 and gets (5 3 6 4) for a total of: (18)
Success
Gaius checked his sword of 15, he rolled 12.
Success
Acwel makes a check for Waymar Sword at 14, he rolled 7.
Gaius rolls 4d6 and gets (4 2 2 2) for a total of: (10)
Success
Seraphina checked her sword of 15, she rolled 11.
Success
Acwel makes a check for Roose Sword at 14, he rolled 9.
Seraphina rolls 5d6 and gets (3 1 3 3 2) for a total of: (12)
Critical Success!
Acwel makes a check for Roose Dex at 14, he rolled 14.

Critical Success!
Acwel checked his Sword of 15, he rolled 15.
<OOC> Acwel says, "Bronn splits 7 and 7."
Failed.
Acwel makes a check for Bronn Sword at 7, he rolled 12.
Acwel rolls 10d6 and gets (6 1 4 3 4 2 1 2 6 2) for a total of: (31)
Success
Bryce checked his Sword of 13, he rolled 4.
Success
Acwel makes a check for Stannis Sword at 14, he rolled 9.
Acwel rolls 4d6 and gets (4 4 3 4) for a total of: (15)
Failed.
Bryce checked his Horsemanship of 10, he rolled 19.
Bryce rolls 1d6 and gets (3) for a total of: (3)
Critical Success!
Catryn checked her sword of 15, she rolled 15.
Catryn rolls 8d6 and gets (4 4 2 2 4 1 1 2) for a total of: (20)
Success
Gaius checked his sword of 15, he rolled 6.
Success
Acwel makes a check for Gaius Sword at 14, he rolled 5.
Gaius rolls 4d6 and gets (4 2 1 1) for a total of: (8)
Success
Seraphina checked her sword of 15, she rolled 10.
Success
Acwel makes a check for Roose Sword at 14, he rolled 11.
Acwel rolls 4d6 and gets (6 1 6 2) for a total of: (15)
Success
Seraphina checked her horsemanship of 15, she rolled 14.

Failed.
Acwel checked his sword of 15, he rolled 18.
Success
Acwel makes a check for Stannis Sword at 7, he rolled 5.
Acwel rolls 5d6 and gets (6 3 6 5 2) for a total of: (22)
Success
Acwel makes a check for Stannis Dex at 14, he rolled 10.
Critical Success!
You check your sword at 15, you rolled 15.
Failed.
Acwel makes a check for Waymar Sword at 7, he rolled 12.
Padrig rolls 5d6 and gets (3 6 1 2 6) for a total of: (18)
Critical Fail!
Acwel makes a check for Waymard Dex at 14, he rolled 20.
Critical Fail!
Bryce checked his Sword of 13, he rolled 20.
Failed.
Acwel makes a check for Stannis Sword at 7, he rolled 17.
Failed.
Catryn checked her sword of 15, she rolled 18.
Critical Fail!
Acwel makes a check for Roose Sword at 7, he rolled 20.
Catryn rolls 4d6 and gets (3 1 2 1) for a total of: (7)
Success
Gaius checked his sword of 15, he rolled 11.
Success
Acwel makes a check for Waymar Sword at 7, he rolled 2.
Gaius rolls 4d6 and gets (5 5 6 5) for a total of: (21)
Success
Acwel makes a check for Waymar Dex at 14, he rolled 10.
Critical Fail!
Seraphina checked her just of 16, she rolled 20.
Critical Success!
Acwel makes a check for Roose Sword at 2, he rolled 2.
Success
Seraphina checked her sword of 15, she rolled 3.
Acwel rolls 8d6 and gets (2 1 3 5 4 2 3 5) for a total of: (25)
Success
Seraphina checked her horsemanship of 15, she rolled 14.

Critical Success!
Acwel checked his sword of 15, he rolled 15.
Critical Success!
Acwel makes a check for Stannis Sword at 7, he rolled 7.
Acwel rolls 8d6 and gets (6 2 2 2 6 5 6 2) for a total of: (31)
Success
You check your sword at 15, you rolled 7.
Failed.
Rose makes a check for Waymar Sword at 14, she rolled 17.
Padrig rolls 5d6 and gets (5 6 3 5 6) for a total of: (25)
Failed.
Bryce checked his Sword of 13, he rolled 18.
Failed.
Acwel makes a check for Stannis Sword at 7, he rolled 15.
Failed.
Catryn checked her sword of 15, she rolled 16
Success
Acwel makes a check for Roose Sword at 7, he rolled 5.
Catryn rolls 4d6 and gets (4 3 4 5) for a total of: (16)
Success
Acwel makes a check for Roose Dex at 14, he rolled 11.
Success
Gaius checked his sword of 15, he rolled 14.
Failed.
Acwel makes a check for Waymar Sword at 7, he rolled 17.
Gaius rolls 4d6 and gets (5 1 4 3) for a total of: (13)
Failed.
Acwel makes a check for Waymar DEx at 14, he rolled 17.
Success
Seraphina checked her sword of 15, she rolled 11.
Critical Success!
Acwel makes a check for Roose Sword at 7, he rolled 7.
Acwel rolls 8d6 and gets (2 6 1 6 6 2 5 6) for a total of: (34)
Seraphina rolls 1d6 and gets (1) for a total of: (1)

Success
Gaius checked his love for Seraphina of 20, he rolled 2.

Fighting with all of his might, Padrig beats back the weakly thrust sword of Bronn time and time again, but his charger is slipping in the mud created by the blood mingling with dirt and churned up by the hooves of so many horses. The force behind his swings is lost each time he leans into it, and he growls in frustration as he manages only to nick the armor here there; his flurry of blows does, however, keep Bronn on the ground long enough for Sir Acwel to wade in and help finish off the opponent with a fierce cleave of his sword into the man's helmet. The body convulses a few times as the knight yanks the blade free, and Padrig salutes him soberly with his blade before he wheels his charger about in search of another target. Spotting the familiar Gaius laboring much like he had been, Padrig takes advantage of the distraction of Waymar's lunge toward Gaius to skewer the man in the open and vulnerable, unshielded side. "Hold strong, Sir Gaius, we shall take him yet!" he shouts as his second blow drives into Waymar's chest and drives the man into the ground.

The fight takes a less favorable turn, when Bryce takes a blow from the Dorset knight's sword, but manages to stay in the saddle. Which he does not achieve on the next hit, when the man on the ground strikes him hard enough to make him slip off the horse. Jumping to his feet next, his eyes burning with dark fire as he meets his opponent on even ground now. Bryce looks to Acwel as he rides in to intervene and observes the strike administereed by the Woodford. His own goes astray however, his wrist still aching from previous parries when the Dorset knight's sword crashes against his weapon and drives it out of his hand, hence disarming the Baverstock who takes a quick step backwards, ready to reclaim the blade before the man can attack him again. When he gets the blade, Bryce looks up in time to witness the unfortunate strike of the Dorset knight against Sir Acwel. Seeing the Woodford knight and temporary contender for Lysanor's hand go down like that stirs a rage in the Baverstock, and he steps into the Dorset knight's way. Even if his swing at the man is aimed rather half-heartedly, more of a menacing gesture, actually. "You will regret THAT," hissed at the man from a very displeased Baverstock knight.

Successfully downing Jaime, Acwel turns upon Bronn, Saint charging at the opponent. He strikes just under the man's ribcage, allowing the sword to sink into his side. Blood spills, and the opponent falls, unconscious. There's a nod to Sir Catryn for her earlier assistance, as well, and another to Sir Padrig before he is moving on to another opponent.

He manages to score a nasty hit on Stannis, initially, but the Dorset knight gets the better of him even while his attention is split, and Acwel receives a nasty hit to his chest, enough to break chain and skin and draw blood, as he falls onto the ground with a nasty thud. The Woodford is still awake, though he looks up at the sky while reaching for his sword, ready to stand up and take fight to the opponent again if no help is forthcoming.

Another one down with Acwel fighting at her side, and Catryn doesn't immediately move to help another quite yet. Instead, she plunges her sword down through the prone Jaime, twisting it much like before, a cruel little curve to her lips at the satisfaction at ending the life of the Dorset knight. Retribution was a thing. The action only takes a moment and she is moving to help Seraphina, if possible. A swordplay ensues, fighting and missing, determination to assist where she can. Her attention is focused there when the Woodford takes the hit and thus misses him getting hurt.

The scoundrel Dorset Knight known as Waymar is not a half bad fighter, as Gaius is finding out. Their shields and swords ring out until Gaius is able to dismount the man and Sir Padrig is able to ride over as they circle and their blades down the Dorset Knight with a flash. Gaius pulls off his helmet with a quick heave, sweat pouring from his brow as he gives a nod to thanks to Padrig. This of course gives him enough time and enough vision to survey they battle as the brown landscape of churned mud and blood seems to blend together. As he is looking back to Padrig when the fellow Knight downs Waymar he is about ready to turn and finish the fight before something causes him to look over his shoulder. The flash of blade against Seraphina draws a frown from the man, as his heart thumps. She is more then capable though, he knows this better then most… but then that second sword strikes true. A fury rises in the man like none he has ever known before. His knuckles are bone white. His veins are thick with blood as it rushes through his body and the way he digs his boots into his mount, it sends the beast off in a wild charge into the Dorset Knight. The man's teeth is bared sharply as he raises his sword to strike down the Knight as he in turn strikes down his love.

Braelynn sees Sera go down, and a cry escapes from her lips. She charges straight for the woman, consequences be damned. As she runs she reaches down to pick her skirts up from the ground, though they get covered in a mixture of blood and mud anyway. She screams to Seraphina's squire, "Get her out of there!" as she runs.

Noting the turn of fortune for the Woodford knight, Huw turns his eyes to the heavens for a moment then lifts his habit a little so he won't trip on it and starts to run. It's all a bit chaotic, but there's a soul to save and a body to patch, so he sets too. He's not as quick over the ground as the charges had been but he's fleet of foot enough, even if he slows once he's in the immediate vacinity of the violence for fear of being sliced in half by the circling Stannis. Keeping low he reaches for Acwel's collar at first, then gets an arm under his and starts to drag him back to a safer distance. Once clear, or as clear as he dares while leaving the wounds untended he tries to get the knight on his feet, so they can move quicker. "Come Sir, this fight is no longer yours."

The lust for battle and glory has never been why Seraphina became a Knight, it was simply for the protection of loved ones and those who could not protect themselves. So the slaughter of the peasants has Seraphina fighting from horse against Sir Roose. But something seems a little off, her normal control of her sword shifts and while the slashing to the right of the Knights shoulder hits, it seems to do little, the next is a hit to Seraphina's shoulder and she bites back a growl of pain but but holds the horse well. That is when Catryn arrives and it would be perfect if … somehow the Knight on his feet was not in the least finding for honor but his life. It gave skill and sharpness of sword that finds true purchase in his next swing. It is in slow motion that the sword comes down on Seraphina's leg, biting deep and only being stopped by bone. The Knight is to shocked to even blink, but her horse screams a challenge as she tumbles had against his neck. Hanging on based on where she had been, but she is no longer there to do anything but hope that the others are faring better than she, the last thoughts.. a flicker of regret a coughed sound of a name, and then blackness.

Success
Catryn checked her awareness of 10, she rolled 7.

Critical Fail!
You check your sword at 15, you rolled 20.
Failed.
Acwel makes a check for Stannis Sword at 7, he rolled 8.
Padrig rolls 10d6 and gets (3 6 3 4 1 3 6 1 1 4) for a total of: (32)
Failed.
Catryn checked her sword of 15, she rolled 17.
Success
Acwel makes a check for Roose Sword at 7, he rolled
Success
Acwel makes a check for Roose Sword at 7, he rolled 3.
Catryn rolls 4d6 and gets (6 3 4 1) for a total of: (14)
Success
Acwel makes a check for Roose Dex at 14, he rolled 2.
Success
Gaius checked his sword of 15, he rolled 3.
Failed.
Acwel makes a check for Roose Sword at 7, he rolled 12.
Gaius rolls 4d6 and gets (5 1 6 3) for a total of: (15)
Failed.
Acwel makes a check for Roose Dex at 14, he rolled 15.

Success
Acwel makes a check for Roose's Valorous at 15, he rolled 2.
Success
You check your sword at 15, you rolled 7.
Success
Acwel makes a check for Roose Sword at 4, he rolled 1.
Padrig rolls 5d6 and gets (6 4 4 2 3) for a total of: (19)
Success
Acwel makes a check for Roose Dex at 14, he rolled 8.
Failed.
Catryn checked her sword of 15, she rolled 19.
Success
Acwel makes a check for Roose Sword at 5, he rolled 2.
Catryn rolls 4d6 and gets (3 3 3 4) for a total of: (13)
Success
Acwel makes a check for Roose Dex at 14, he rolled 4.
Success
Gaius checked his sword of 15, he rolled 8.
Success
Acwel makes a check for Roose Sword at 5, he rolled 4.
Gaius rolls 4d6 and gets (2 2 1 4) for a total of: (9)

Success
You check your sword at 15, you rolled 9.
Failed.
Acwel makes a check for Roose Sword at 4, he rolled 5.
Padrig rolls 5d6 and gets (6 3 5 6 5) for a total of: (25)

Healing rolls are compiled as follows and cut from between poses:

Failed.
Huw checked his firstaid of 10, he rolled 16.
Success
Braelynn checked her firstaid of 15, she rolled 7.
Braelynn rolls 1d3 and gets (3) for a total of: (3)
Success
Braelynn checked her firstaid of 15, she rolled 4.
Braelynn rolls 1d3 and gets (3) for a total of: (3)
Success
Huw checked his firstaid of 10, he rolled 2.
Huw rolls 1d3 and gets (3) for a total of: (3)
Failed.
Huw checked his firstaid of 10, he rolled 17.
Failed.
Huw checked his firstaid of 10, he rolled 11.
Success
Catryn checked her firstaid of 10, she rolled 3.
Failed.
Gaius checked his firstaid of 10, he rolled 19.
Success
Rose checked her firstaid of 15, she rolled 2.
Critical Fail!
Rose checked her firstaid of 15, she rolled 20.
Rose rolls 1d3 and gets (3) for a total of: (3)
Rose rolls 1d3 and gets (2) for a total of: (2)

Remus the horse, named as a wolf brother of Rome, knows its Masters intent. The beast carries him to intercept Roose as the healers scramble forward to grab Seraphina and pull her away from the battle. Gaius slashes with his sword to ward of Roose and dismounts off his steed before smacking the horse in the flank to send it off running and out of the way. On even footing now the Stapleford Knight places himself between the Dorset Knight and his fallen love. Both hands clasp the sword as he watches his comrades close in and Gaius charges at the man to drive him back into the mounted blades of Padrig and Catryn. Whatever flash of valor there is in the man's eyes, Gaius disregards it as he reaches out to lash with the back of his fist as Padrig drives his blade home to send the bastard tumbling into the abyss where he belongs. Gaius doesn't even do the proper thing of thanking Padrig and Catryn, even though they both deserve it. He churns sharply, blade still held tight in white knuckled hands as he stands over the healers and the fallen form of Seraphina. "Will she live…?" he questions with searching eyes, as if the answer determines if he will be mounting on his horse once more and charging off to Dorset to see how well an Earl's head fits on a pike.

On the floor, Acwel thinks of a beautiful Dinton lady, her auburn hair, her scent, the softness of her lips, the brightness of her smile and her laugh, her honesty, even when it is cutting. His heart tightens, skips a beat, and he takes on a resolute cast as though meaning to stand up and fight on, his hand on the hilt of the sword.

But then Huw is there, right next to him, and he's dragging the Woodford to safety, so the knight simply nods to the good man of God's words, murmuring a quiet prayer in thanks as he's pulled away from the fight. He watches his companions as they fight on; hisses when Seraphina falls, watches as Catryn downs a knight, and Padrig sheds the other of his life's blood. It all seems so very distant when you're wounded and losing blood quickly. Thankfully, his wounds are already clotting, none ever so serious that his life was in danger, yet. But they will take some care.

"Bring me wine, please," he tells the monk, trying to prop himself up with his shield arm as he watches the ongoing fight, his expression guarded until the last Dorset knight falls and then he rejoices with a shout: "FOR SALISBURY!"

When Padrig finishes off the Dorset knight, going by the name of Stannis, Bryce steps back, dark eyes flickering as he lowers his sword, and he studies the now dead opponent with an intense stare for a moment. He moves then to assist with watching over Acwel's safety while Brother Huw sees to the Woodford's wounds, a dark brooding presence. He will not step forth to help with killing the last Dorset knight, Roose, instead watching from afar, how Padrig unhorses the man and then finishes him off, surrounded by other Salisbury knights who will certainly use the opportunity to administer a kick, or an additional stab.

Braelynn has run to Seraphina, and helped drag her away from the fighting, offering as much assistance as she can, and once she is no longer concerned about her being underfoot, she begins to deftly remove the armor near the sites of the two wounds. Laces are unlaced, leather is slide free. Braelynn's pale green eyes study the wounds carefully, and she adeptly patches them, stopping the bleeding, and wrapping them tightly. As she raises her head her eyes rest on Gauis', tears beginning to flow. She nods her head, and says to him sharply, "I think so." Before returning her attention to Sera, applying more pressure when the bleeding seems to restart, until it stops again.

Catryn was not looking for a thanks, nor for redemption for ending the two lives she took today. Instead, she checks those fellow knights of hers that had fallen and it is Acwel she approaches, taking a knee at his side after handing her horse off to her squire. "Don't stand up, stubborn Woodford." She looks to Huw, not echoing the celebratory shout, "Save your energy for the ride home, or in case there are others around."

"FOR SALISBURY!" Padrig echoes Acwel's cry, lifting his sword in triumph as he looms over the final body of a fallen foe, and he cuts his gaze across the field of destruction in search of yet another target. The blood rushes in his veins, adrenaline making his heart race and his breathing short and fast. He finds no further opposition, however, and must contend with the demons in a less violent manner; thus he opts for crouching down beside Roose's prone form and using a fold of the man's cloak to wipe his blade clean of blood. It is with a careful, calm precision that he works into every nook and cranny to ensure a neat blade when he is finished, and he sheathes it quietly as he rises.

Finally free from the sudden surge of battle, the Laverstock knight is able to remove his helmet and shake the shower of sweat out of his face. It rolls into his eyes nonetheless and stings, causing him to squint for a moment until the tears wash away the burn. The wounded: of course, he must seek out the wounded. Battle-weary steps bring him toward the makeshift camp, and he pauses for a moment to rest a hand on Braelynn's shoulder as she works to keep Seraphina alive. There is nothing he can do, however, and so he moves along to crouch beside Sir Acwel instead and to clasp a hand on the man's shoulder. "Brave Sir Acwel, you have helped lead a mighty fine force, and we were victorious. I am pleased to see you still live despite what I saw as a fine attempt to die gloriously. Poor luck, then, eh?"

"Steady Sir, steady," Huw says quickly to Acwel as he works, finding and cleaning wounds so they don't fester, "I can not tell how deep these are." A fully trained healer might make a better job of it, but the fact that the knight is awake and talking he takes for a good sign. "I will have some found," he replies to the remark about wine, not having any on her person, "tell me, how bad is the pain?" SPotting a likely looking squire he sends the lass off in search of the requested then, now he's happy the Woodfood will live, he moves onto Sir Bryce, managing to patch up one of the man's wounds without too much hassle.

Seraphina is dragged off from the field, or atleast enough to let the Healers get to work. Her chain seems to be in fine condition, but it's her right leg that is more than a mess, it's going to take alot of training to get it back into shape, but thanks to Braelynn's work, the leg will atleast be saved. Of course Seraphina knows non of this as her helmet is pulled off and her red hair falls around her like blood. Her eyes are closed but she breaths as Braelynn works, wound to the bone cleaned, wrapped and gently positioned, the long slice on the same leg is given the same treatment.

Braelynn glances up at Padrig as he touches her shoulder, and gives him a sad smile, before returning her attention to Sera, pulling the other woman's head into her lap. She digs in the bag and retrieves more bandages, adding another layer to the larger wound as blood seeps through the first layer to assure the bleeding doesn't restart. Only then does she look up to see the rest of the battlefield. Shaking her head at the wounded, but a shuddering sigh escapes, and her voice is low as she says, "We're not losing any today." Her voice is determined.

"For Salisbury, aye," Bryce de Baverstock echoes the battlecry in a more contemplative manner, dark eyes looking down where Acwel is being tended to. "And I am afraid Sir Acwel has yet an important task to see to, before he will be allowed to die. Marriage and such." A slight twinkle there in his eyes. Then Brother Huw turns to tend to the Baverstock's injuries and he falls silent, with a faint smirk remaining on his angular features.

To Catryn, he laughs, though the efforts make him hurt a little more, so Acwel cuts that laughter very quickly. "Very well, brave Burcombe. I still owe you for Marlboro; watching your back in battle whenever possible will be my endeavor," he tells her, reaching out to squeeze the woman's shoulder briefly. He winces when Huw starts wrapping bandages around his side, the bruises there still fresh and hurting somewhat. He rubs his eyes, gesturing for a squire who brings him a wineskin and he uncorks the container, drinking deeply to numb the pain, while the other healers tend to him.

When Padrig rests a hand on his shoulder, he pats the man on the arm with a grin. "Not poor luck but great fortune, my friend. As much as I love fighting, dying gloriously would keep me from someone I love much more than that. And besides, why stop here when I am certainly there are more of these bastards to kill down the road?" When he's recovered, that is.

But he adds, to the Laverstock: "Round up our prisoners, tie them up and let's ride them to Ebble. I want our ransoms."

The blade of Gaius finds the ground point first, sinking into the dirt as he leans on it for support, watching Braelynn go to work on making sure that Seraphina doesn't pass into the other world… heaven, hell, sawn, Gaius does not care he simply cannot lose her. This is more then the love of a friend, and Gaius should likely try to do a better job of hiding it for the sake of courtly appearances, but here on the field of battle his passions are made known if anyone looks close enough with a critical eye. He says some prayer, though its hard to tell if it is in Latin, and it is only for himself. Soon he is turning sharply, shouting for some of the nearby peasants or members of the manor to get them a cart and a team of horses so they can easily transport Seraphina. At least he is not lost to sorrow.

With to much going on around the battle field, Rose is called on from where she was dealing with peasants and those that were there when the battle started. She cleans her hands as she moves over to Acwel, a gentle hand on Huw's shoulder before she kneels down see to Acwel's other side, the major wound is handled with care, cleaning, wrapping and listening to those who come and speak to Acwel. It must be so many coming and going, for when she moves to the slight bruise, something happens, she pushes just at the wrong point and it brings another larger bruise into play. But atleast it's a bruise and not something worse.

Padrig offers Acwel a hearty laugh at his mention of love, shaking his head and exchanging a glance with Bryce. "Ah, amor - it is in the air. Betrothal banns paper the walls in Sarum so thick I cannot see the stone, and I am afraid even to breathe the air lest I fall under some tantalizing maiden's spell. I would prefer to never fear the sacrifice of my life on the field; a wife who understands my duty, that would be the truest boon." He squeezes Acwel's shoulder and rises from his crouch, pausing only when this final order is delivered. He salutes even as his squire, Dey, approaches to take his shield and helmet. "It will be done, Sir Acwel," he replies, and whistles to round up Dey before gesturing for a few of the spare squires from the previous defense force to help in tending to the unconscious enemies.

He hums a jaunty tune as he fetches up coils of rope, looking quite pleased at being granted the opportunity to get in an extra kick or two as he heads back out onto the battlefield to relieve the temporary guard of their duty so that they can all ride back into Sarum dragging their enemies behind them to present their battered bodies before the Earl.

Braelynn glances up at Gaius, and watches him, while her fingers brush Sera's hair behind her ears. She takes a deep breath and straightens her spine, reaching up with her free hand to wipe the tears flowing from her eyes. Her voice is shaky, but she says to him, comfortingly, "She'll be ok. I'll make sure of it." The healer is definitely shaken, and she glances around, looking for Padrig as she does. She is visibly trying to compose herself.

There is a blink from Seraphina a little hissing noise that comes from her lips, whatever Braelynn was doing, seems to have brought the Knight back to the waking world. Eyes that are the palest amber that either of those near her have seen, peer up at the sky before a soft escapes a little groan that has her trying to sit up, trying to figure out where the hell she is and well, reaching for a sword that doesn't seem to be there, her fingers curling around dirt, and that alone makes her try to move quick.

At least it's her good shoulder Acwel squeezes, or Catryn might have hit him. As it is, she remains back so he can get tended to by Huw. "You have my back, I have yours, we'll call it even." The Burcombe spares him one of her rare smiles, but it comes out lopsided from not being practiced often. "Just get better so we can go back out there and fight for justice in our own way."

Gaius glances to Braelynn, and even though his mind is fully focused on Seraphina, he can't help but feel a twinge of guilt at ill spoken words some weeks ago. All before events transpired to set the world as it is today. He smiles at Braelynn and nods his head, "I know you will and I thank you." When there is that breath of life from Seraphina the man drops to the ground, and instead of a sword she finds his hands. "There you are. You were trying to race me to the gates of Saint Peter? Tsk…" he teases the Pagan with his Christian ways, "Where was that woman who felled me that night months ago? You were holding back…" He makes sure to not get in Braelynn's way, but of course he can't help but be by the woman's side.

Lifting the wineskin to Bryce's words, it is almost as though Acwel says 'hear hear', flashing the man a grin as he nods once to Padrig's reply, watching as the man obeys the orders given with an expression that demonstrates profound respect for dutifulness. His attention then turns to Catryn at her words and he smiles at her in return, nodding solemnly. "If I can help it, I'll be back on my horse in no time at all. And then these Dorset bastards will taste the bitterness of steel."

Braelynn looks down at Sera, giving her a tear stained smile. "You'll be ok. I'm here, but don't move just yet. The bleeding just stopped." She cradles Sera's head in her lap and looks up at Gauis. "She's not going to the gates of anywhere. Not this day." Her words and actions are guarded, careful even, but she makes no effort to leave Sera's side.

The touch of that hand, the voices and Seraphina stops trying to move, mostly, those eyes blink and she looks up up at Braelynn and then slowly to Gaius and she shutters deeply. Her voice when she speaks in as rough and husky as the two have heard before. Unlike them she has no clue who or what is around and she just whispers. "Your both safe…." The hand that Gaius holds it white kneeled as her fingers curl into his and then she blinks softly. "I'm not going anywhere Gaius, you can't get rid of me that correctly. And Brae would not let me go.." She flickers a pained smile at them both as her eyes close and she takes stock of her body, a frown appearing. "How bad is it?"

A team of peasants and one of the Manor steward hurries over with a wagon that will serve the party in transporting their wounded, Acwel and Seraphina both, if Acwel is in need. There is another wagon for the dead going about, and despite the Stapleford Tradition, he ignores it and its dark charge. He has no time to live up to Stapleford ideals, but he can likely be forgiven. He laughs at Seraphina's words as they first talk of others. "You will live… though you will need to rest and recover. Plenty of time to learn the flute as I promised you." He says as the wagon settles near and the man looks to Braelynn, "Lady, can you please recover her sword and arms?" he requests as he starts to gather the other knight in his arms to transfer her to the wagon bed.

As Braelynn's fingers move to stroke Sera's cheek she says to her, her tone somber. "There were muscles severed. You'll be ok, but I don't think you'll be on any more errands for the Earl for a while." She glances up at Gaius and starts to protest, but just sighs as Sera is lifted. She nods, and begins to gather Sera's things, while cautioning Gaius, "Be careful moving her. We don't want the bleeding to restart."

Seraphina bites back a scream or moan or something as she is moved, those teeth bite deeply into her lower lip, but no sound escapes as she takes a ragged breath and lays her head against his chest as she is picked up. As the pain fades for a moment she gives a very weak chuckle. "Flute.. we will see…" She touches his chest, clearly not even thinking to act as if she doesn't know or not care for the Knight that is handling her so gently. But Brae is not in the least forgotten before those amber eyes move to catch Brae's own. "And I will be in the best care, do you think that your intended will let you stay?" She is finally remembering where she is after all. Though really her voice is so weak it doesn't move from the small group.

The other Knight is as gentle as he can but consider who he holds and her condition. He glances away for a moment, to the other Knights who are going about their victory, for at the end of the day it was a victory. He lifts Seraphina onto the wagon, one of the peasants or stewards helping pull her back in. It is the least they could do since the group just saved their manor from being reduced to rubble and all the people of the land being returned to it. With the wounded Knight settled, Gaius looks to Braelynn. The rest of the group probably needs the attentions of a healer, but at the moment Gaius is a greedy and selfish man, and cares primarily for Seraphina. He simply nods his head at Braelynn's declaration she will stay with the wounded Knight, glad that a healer will be at her side. Gaius moves to retrieve his own blade and whistle for Remus to rejoin him.

Braelynn climbs into the wagon next to Seraphina, and begins to add another layer of bandage, this one tighter, to account for the jostling of the cart. She lifts her eyes to watch Gaius, and waits. She is eerily quiet, but she does reach down to hold Sera's hand as she says, "I'm sorry, but this ride… it's not going to be pleasant."

The Woodford knight doesn't need too much help, not really. Standing up to his feet after a moment of receiving treatment, he picks his things back up, stumbling towards his horse. Once he finds Saint, he mounts his steed with some pain, but he seems ready to ignore the discomfort and ride away back to Ebble. As he gallops by, he offers a salute to Seraphina and Gaius, pressing his hand against his worst wound for a moment as he goes.

Gaius nods to Braelynn, the man laying out his blade in the wagon before he jumps off to retrieve Remus and Seraphina's horse, Bex. "We ride for Ebble until we are well enough to return to the Capital…" he states as the wagon team leads them off.

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