Azmere watched his first shot fly while his body mechanically drew, nocked and lined up a second shot. The man grimaced as the arrow sailed wide left and into the smoldering mess of a slow-burning tent. Not one to linger, he closed his gold eye and stared won the shaft of the second arrow until the body of the man came into slight focus. Release. Draw. Aim. Repeat. The second arrow found its mark in the throat of his enemy. Shortly after this, the other man who was standing was buckled by an arrow to his gut. This man cried out as did the one with the blade in his chest. Naiya and Azmere continued to fire upon the trio while Lodai circle under the barrage of arrows towards their companion, Priah, who was being held by two men near the fire.
Azmere missed several more shots before landing one in the wounded man. Almost with a growl, the archer turned his focus as the pair of bandits still on their feet used his comrade for a shield. This not only held Lodai at bay but it made things difficult for the other watchman to acquire a clean shot. Azmere adjusted his aim and stared down the shaft at the one furthest from the hostage then released. The shot missed by nearly three feet but it served a purpose. The men were now aware that they had become the focus of the hidden archer.
One man hunkered behind Priah but this left his companion exposed. The bandit began to make a run for it but he was not to get far. Azmere continued to draw and fire along with Naiya. The first arrow was a hit but only in the arm and their enemy staggered but continued on his escape route. It dropped the bandit dropped to the ground but he did not give up and started to crawl on his hands and knees. The scarred watchman stood above the grass with a final shot and took careful aim. He exhaled and released and watched his shot sink into the man’s back just below the left scapula. There were no more escape attempts after this.
Azmere looked down to see Lodai charging the other man. The clever fool shoved the wounded woman at his lumbering attacker. Lodai reacted well, dropped his weapon and caught Priah. Azmere watched the man take off to the east but Naiya was riding down the high bank and he turned the other way. The gold and blue stare fixated upon his path as an arrow was drawn, nocked and sighted. The archer took a deep breath and pointed his arm at the man. Azmere led the man a few steps and released the shot. The pirate dropped to the ground and didn’t even twitch.
With the situation under control, Azmere looked around and realized they had one more hurdle to conquer. He shouldered his bow and moved back through the grass to Hephiestian. He mounted the stallion and steered the big strider around the far side and down the bank towards the back of the camp. He took the same basic path that Lodai and Atavan would’ve made and arrived near the big man. Azmere dismounted and ran over to where Lodai was trying to wrap Priah’s leg. He could see a lot of blod and his mind went back to when he found and treated Rufio. There was a flower she made him find and place in her wound. The scarred man narrowed his eyes then turned to scan their immediate area for the small white bloom.
It was winter so there was less foliage and color across the steppe. The problem was that there was plenty of smoke and haze which made spotting the remedy nearly impossible. Azmere sat down and drifted into comfort then slipped from his physical body. Within the web, things like fog and smoke didn’t matter. The Ra’athi took hold of the djed lines and bounced all around the area using line-of-sight to navigate. He found a damaged line but whether it was from time or something else, he could not say. As a member of the Watch, he had to perform the duties of his station. He focused upon his essence and drew forth raw djed like rendered fat into a pool between his hands. He spread it over the dimmed string of web and used his hands to press the new djed into the system. After a few moments, the bright blue light from his magic was pulled into the web and dispersed which evened out the brought and dull spots near his awareness.
A smile tugged at the right side of his mouth as he admired his work and that is when he saw the object of his search. Azmere was back at his body in a flash and shook his head when he rejoined the physical world. The archer rose to his feet and took off running to the south. His legs burned after a few ticks but he enjoyed the sensation and pushed harder; ran faster. He pumped his arms while his eyes darted here and there. The yarrow was nestled in four bunches along a jutted rock on the backside of a small slope. Up one hill and down the other side, Azmere ran. He ran until his lungs burned and then he saw the hill and slowed down. Plowing downhill, he ran right past the flowers. The man used his plat foot to leap into the air and contracted the muscles in his core to twist his body. When he landed, the toes of his boots dug into the soil and his body fell against his palms. Azmere scampered back to the white petals of the yarrow and dropped to his knees. He grabbed every stalk that he laid his eyes upon then gently and neatly stacked them into his left hand.
Azmere took up off hill and back to camp. He was gone for several chimes and returned with a red face and heaving lungs. He started chewing the flowers immediately and knelt down next to Priah. He nodded to Lodai who pulled back the bandage much to the chagrin of the injured woman. Azmere spit the paste into his fingers and smeared it into the wound. Priah grunted and smacked Azmere in the arm. He put his hand over the wound and held it for several ticks with firm pressure. Lodai lifted a brow at the scarred man. He signed Azmere the healer? then laughed. Azmere removed his hand fro Priah’s thigh. “Wrap her up. I’ll tell you on the way home.” The archer’s hands signed the words long story. The archer then set about the task of recovering his arrows starting with the ones lodged in the corpses.
Azmere missed several more shots before landing one in the wounded man. Almost with a growl, the archer turned his focus as the pair of bandits still on their feet used his comrade for a shield. This not only held Lodai at bay but it made things difficult for the other watchman to acquire a clean shot. Azmere adjusted his aim and stared down the shaft at the one furthest from the hostage then released. The shot missed by nearly three feet but it served a purpose. The men were now aware that they had become the focus of the hidden archer.
One man hunkered behind Priah but this left his companion exposed. The bandit began to make a run for it but he was not to get far. Azmere continued to draw and fire along with Naiya. The first arrow was a hit but only in the arm and their enemy staggered but continued on his escape route. It dropped the bandit dropped to the ground but he did not give up and started to crawl on his hands and knees. The scarred watchman stood above the grass with a final shot and took careful aim. He exhaled and released and watched his shot sink into the man’s back just below the left scapula. There were no more escape attempts after this.
Azmere looked down to see Lodai charging the other man. The clever fool shoved the wounded woman at his lumbering attacker. Lodai reacted well, dropped his weapon and caught Priah. Azmere watched the man take off to the east but Naiya was riding down the high bank and he turned the other way. The gold and blue stare fixated upon his path as an arrow was drawn, nocked and sighted. The archer took a deep breath and pointed his arm at the man. Azmere led the man a few steps and released the shot. The pirate dropped to the ground and didn’t even twitch.
With the situation under control, Azmere looked around and realized they had one more hurdle to conquer. He shouldered his bow and moved back through the grass to Hephiestian. He mounted the stallion and steered the big strider around the far side and down the bank towards the back of the camp. He took the same basic path that Lodai and Atavan would’ve made and arrived near the big man. Azmere dismounted and ran over to where Lodai was trying to wrap Priah’s leg. He could see a lot of blod and his mind went back to when he found and treated Rufio. There was a flower she made him find and place in her wound. The scarred man narrowed his eyes then turned to scan their immediate area for the small white bloom.
It was winter so there was less foliage and color across the steppe. The problem was that there was plenty of smoke and haze which made spotting the remedy nearly impossible. Azmere sat down and drifted into comfort then slipped from his physical body. Within the web, things like fog and smoke didn’t matter. The Ra’athi took hold of the djed lines and bounced all around the area using line-of-sight to navigate. He found a damaged line but whether it was from time or something else, he could not say. As a member of the Watch, he had to perform the duties of his station. He focused upon his essence and drew forth raw djed like rendered fat into a pool between his hands. He spread it over the dimmed string of web and used his hands to press the new djed into the system. After a few moments, the bright blue light from his magic was pulled into the web and dispersed which evened out the brought and dull spots near his awareness.
A smile tugged at the right side of his mouth as he admired his work and that is when he saw the object of his search. Azmere was back at his body in a flash and shook his head when he rejoined the physical world. The archer rose to his feet and took off running to the south. His legs burned after a few ticks but he enjoyed the sensation and pushed harder; ran faster. He pumped his arms while his eyes darted here and there. The yarrow was nestled in four bunches along a jutted rock on the backside of a small slope. Up one hill and down the other side, Azmere ran. He ran until his lungs burned and then he saw the hill and slowed down. Plowing downhill, he ran right past the flowers. The man used his plat foot to leap into the air and contracted the muscles in his core to twist his body. When he landed, the toes of his boots dug into the soil and his body fell against his palms. Azmere scampered back to the white petals of the yarrow and dropped to his knees. He grabbed every stalk that he laid his eyes upon then gently and neatly stacked them into his left hand.
Azmere took up off hill and back to camp. He was gone for several chimes and returned with a red face and heaving lungs. He started chewing the flowers immediately and knelt down next to Priah. He nodded to Lodai who pulled back the bandage much to the chagrin of the injured woman. Azmere spit the paste into his fingers and smeared it into the wound. Priah grunted and smacked Azmere in the arm. He put his hand over the wound and held it for several ticks with firm pressure. Lodai lifted a brow at the scarred man. He signed Azmere the healer? then laughed. Azmere removed his hand fro Priah’s thigh. “Wrap her up. I’ll tell you on the way home.” The archer’s hands signed the words long story. The archer then set about the task of recovering his arrows starting with the ones lodged in the corpses.
