RP LOG: Troy/Elza
Who: Troy and Elza
Where: The courtyard
What: During the Beast Rune wolf attack, the two strangers meet to mutual advantage. (Basically, the fun ended without Troy and Elza but they would not be denied their pound of wolf flesh, even if continuity said they couldn't kill any of them. :P The wolf wasn't injured badly enough to effect any other story line)
When: During the wolf attack
Warnings: Just a little blood.
Troy: *hears a ruckus from his room, and on looking outside and seeing wolves running around, grabs his sword and runs out the door, looking for the nearest beast*
Elza:*quietly follows Troy and comes up next to him as not to startle him*
Do you see any more?
Troy: *Notices her almost immediately, pausing to let the blond woman draw even with him*
I have not seen any inside yet, but there was shouting and spell casting up ahead. *he nods his head towards the stairwell in front of them* Most likely down near the courtyard.
Elza: Let's go then. *catches movement out of the corner of her eye* Carefully.
Troy: Yes. *he holds his sword at the ready, watchful*
Elza: *carefully begins to make way to courtyard, and sees movement out of the corner of her eye*
Look out! *sees one of the wolves coming and draws one the knives she keeps in her cloak to throw*
Troy: *immediately drops into guard stance, automatically picking out where his companion was looking and readying his sword, standing shoulder to shoulder with the woman next to him, his mind silently marveling at the sheer size of the beast*
Elza: *throws one of the knives, watching as the blade of it managed to bury itself into the hind leg of one of the wolves...unfortunately it doesn't seem to have slowed him down just yet*
What the hell is thing made of? *readies another knife, preparing to give it another try*
Troy: *positions himself ready to parry when the beast comes within range* I do not know....I've never seen a wolf that size before, or that color. Here it comes! *watches as the beast leaps angrily at them, jaws gaping. He steps to the side deftly, sliding along the flank with his blade and drawing a disappointingly small amount of blood*
Elza: *watches the sword drag against the monster's skin, and notes that there's little blood coming from the wound* They're the symbol of...*watches the wolf come back around towards them* Highland but they must have something to do with some sort of magic...*she draws another one of her throwing knives and prepares to throw it, steeling herself for just the right moment when the wolf comes charging by to throw it*
Troy: Magic.... *That makes sense, a construct, a symbol. He idly wonders if they are indeed not a real animal, can they be killed? Only one way to find out...he notices the woman is readying a throwing knife, and decides to distract the beast so she can get a clean shot in. He darts forward, slashing with a heavy downward arc at the wolf's flank, but although he gets a nice gash into the animal's leg, the wolf is quicker than he gave it credit for, whipping around and sinking it's teeth into his arm* ...!
Elza: *realizes that she's waited a second too late as she watches the wolf sink its teeth into the man, and with that knowledge throws her knife extra hard as to try to lessen the damage that may occur...without hesitation she readies another knife to throw in case that last one didn't cause it to let him go*
Troy: *The wolf rips free, yipping with surprise as a dagger embeds itself into the brute's shoulder, and he doesn't waste time, twisting into a clumsy upward strike that was more of a blow than a slicing strike, hoping to drive it back and put some distance between him and the animal*
Elza: *shivers at the sound the wolf makes as the wolf is driven back by the wound inflicted upon it...she hopes that this last knife will run it off from this area for good...she keeps one eye on the man, who landed a really good blow to it but is injured*
Troy: *Tries to ignore the pain, but he is bleeding freely down his arm and it making his grip on his sword slippery. He hastily wipes his hand on his tunic, readying himself...but as the wolf gathers itself, it launches at the woman, not him as he intended.* Damn! *he starts to run forward, but he knows he won't be able to get to her in time to prevent the brute's attack*
Elza: *the split second it takes for her to notice the wolf is a split second too late as the wolf swipes at her knife throwing arm below the shoulder, leaving several large gashes in it* ....! *looks down at her arm and tries to get back up, even though that arm won't support her weight*
Troy: *he yells, a expletive without words, trying to distract the creature from it's lethal purpose long enough to get to it. As he reaches the beast he uses his running moment to swing down with his blade, but the beast moves at the last second and he onlynicks it...and then, with only a momentary pauses, it is gone, running off to answer the ghost call of it's kind on the wind. Not sheathing his sword and still on alert, he walks the last few steps to theblond woman and kneels beside her* Are you all right?
Elza: *has about 35% movement in her right arm* I'm breathing...it beats the alternative. *looks at his arm* What about you? That doesn't look...good.
Troy: *Looks down at his own arm, which he had been able to ignore due to adrenaline, but as he kneeled in the snow next to the woman, it began to throb again. He sighed, looking at the gaping, ripped wound, and knew he would need stitches. The fact that he couldn't hold his sword very well was a good indicator* I'll be fine....we need to get you to the infirmary, though.
Elza: I'd say the same for you...*pauses, realizing that she doesn't even know this man's name*
Troy: *Offers her a gentlemanly hand in getting to her feet* Then it is a good thing I will be taking you there.
Elza: *takes his hand with her good hand and gets to her feet slowly* I...thank you. *feels a roaring ache in her arm as the blood begins to soak through her cloak* By the way...my name is...*before she can get her name out, she faints from blood loss*
Troy: *Automatically catches her, sword dropping to the ground. He looks around quickly to make sure there is no wolves near, and then gently lays the blond woman, still unnamed, to the ground, before picking up his sword and sheathing it - cleaning the blood off would have to come later. Bending down he picks her up, cradling her in his arms as her blood seeps into his tunic, mixing with his own splashed across the front, and hopes desperately that they do not meet any enemies...and that his badly shaking arm doesn't give out on him before he can reach the safety of the castle*
Where: The courtyard
What: During the Beast Rune wolf attack, the two strangers meet to mutual advantage. (Basically, the fun ended without Troy and Elza but they would not be denied their pound of wolf flesh, even if continuity said they couldn't kill any of them. :P The wolf wasn't injured badly enough to effect any other story line)
When: During the wolf attack
Warnings: Just a little blood.
Troy: *hears a ruckus from his room, and on looking outside and seeing wolves running around, grabs his sword and runs out the door, looking for the nearest beast*
Elza:*quietly follows Troy and comes up next to him as not to startle him*
Do you see any more?
Troy: *Notices her almost immediately, pausing to let the blond woman draw even with him*
I have not seen any inside yet, but there was shouting and spell casting up ahead. *he nods his head towards the stairwell in front of them* Most likely down near the courtyard.
Elza: Let's go then. *catches movement out of the corner of her eye* Carefully.
Troy: Yes. *he holds his sword at the ready, watchful*
Elza: *carefully begins to make way to courtyard, and sees movement out of the corner of her eye*
Look out! *sees one of the wolves coming and draws one the knives she keeps in her cloak to throw*
Troy: *immediately drops into guard stance, automatically picking out where his companion was looking and readying his sword, standing shoulder to shoulder with the woman next to him, his mind silently marveling at the sheer size of the beast*
Elza: *throws one of the knives, watching as the blade of it managed to bury itself into the hind leg of one of the wolves...unfortunately it doesn't seem to have slowed him down just yet*
What the hell is thing made of? *readies another knife, preparing to give it another try*
Troy: *positions himself ready to parry when the beast comes within range* I do not know....I've never seen a wolf that size before, or that color. Here it comes! *watches as the beast leaps angrily at them, jaws gaping. He steps to the side deftly, sliding along the flank with his blade and drawing a disappointingly small amount of blood*
Elza: *watches the sword drag against the monster's skin, and notes that there's little blood coming from the wound* They're the symbol of...*watches the wolf come back around towards them* Highland but they must have something to do with some sort of magic...*she draws another one of her throwing knives and prepares to throw it, steeling herself for just the right moment when the wolf comes charging by to throw it*
Troy: Magic.... *That makes sense, a construct, a symbol. He idly wonders if they are indeed not a real animal, can they be killed? Only one way to find out...he notices the woman is readying a throwing knife, and decides to distract the beast so she can get a clean shot in. He darts forward, slashing with a heavy downward arc at the wolf's flank, but although he gets a nice gash into the animal's leg, the wolf is quicker than he gave it credit for, whipping around and sinking it's teeth into his arm* ...!
Elza: *realizes that she's waited a second too late as she watches the wolf sink its teeth into the man, and with that knowledge throws her knife extra hard as to try to lessen the damage that may occur...without hesitation she readies another knife to throw in case that last one didn't cause it to let him go*
Troy: *The wolf rips free, yipping with surprise as a dagger embeds itself into the brute's shoulder, and he doesn't waste time, twisting into a clumsy upward strike that was more of a blow than a slicing strike, hoping to drive it back and put some distance between him and the animal*
Elza: *shivers at the sound the wolf makes as the wolf is driven back by the wound inflicted upon it...she hopes that this last knife will run it off from this area for good...she keeps one eye on the man, who landed a really good blow to it but is injured*
Troy: *Tries to ignore the pain, but he is bleeding freely down his arm and it making his grip on his sword slippery. He hastily wipes his hand on his tunic, readying himself...but as the wolf gathers itself, it launches at the woman, not him as he intended.* Damn! *he starts to run forward, but he knows he won't be able to get to her in time to prevent the brute's attack*
Elza: *the split second it takes for her to notice the wolf is a split second too late as the wolf swipes at her knife throwing arm below the shoulder, leaving several large gashes in it* ....! *looks down at her arm and tries to get back up, even though that arm won't support her weight*
Troy: *he yells, a expletive without words, trying to distract the creature from it's lethal purpose long enough to get to it. As he reaches the beast he uses his running moment to swing down with his blade, but the beast moves at the last second and he onlynicks it...and then, with only a momentary pauses, it is gone, running off to answer the ghost call of it's kind on the wind. Not sheathing his sword and still on alert, he walks the last few steps to theblond woman and kneels beside her* Are you all right?
Elza: *has about 35% movement in her right arm* I'm breathing...it beats the alternative. *looks at his arm* What about you? That doesn't look...good.
Troy: *Looks down at his own arm, which he had been able to ignore due to adrenaline, but as he kneeled in the snow next to the woman, it began to throb again. He sighed, looking at the gaping, ripped wound, and knew he would need stitches. The fact that he couldn't hold his sword very well was a good indicator* I'll be fine....we need to get you to the infirmary, though.
Elza: I'd say the same for you...*pauses, realizing that she doesn't even know this man's name*
Troy: *Offers her a gentlemanly hand in getting to her feet* Then it is a good thing I will be taking you there.
Elza: *takes his hand with her good hand and gets to her feet slowly* I...thank you. *feels a roaring ache in her arm as the blood begins to soak through her cloak* By the way...my name is...*before she can get her name out, she faints from blood loss*
Troy: *Automatically catches her, sword dropping to the ground. He looks around quickly to make sure there is no wolves near, and then gently lays the blond woman, still unnamed, to the ground, before picking up his sword and sheathing it - cleaning the blood off would have to come later. Bending down he picks her up, cradling her in his arms as her blood seeps into his tunic, mixing with his own splashed across the front, and hopes desperately that they do not meet any enemies...and that his badly shaking arm doesn't give out on him before he can reach the safety of the castle*