Of Beasts and Knights

Priest: "Well, there is only one course when such beastly creatures enter the realm of men."

Vorstan: "Besides, you'd have to kill a man to take his weapon."

Rosa: I can do that.

Vorstan: "Save it for the southerners. You don't know how things work around here."

"Tell that to the beastmen. They can't go five minutes before some gor or bestigor decides to take their anger out on an ungor. Usually fatal."

Vorstan: "We're not beastmen."

"True....can I ask... why did you help me? Your boss?"

Vorstan: "You mean why did i stop Heigen turning you into a pool of blood?"

"And give me food."

Vorstan: "I had a feeling you might be useful eventually."

"... I'll try not to dissapoint"

*heavy footsteps. She freezes.*

*vorstan looks around, his hand dropping to his sword hilt*

The beastlord is approaching with his bestigors. Fast and angry.

*Vorstan lets go of his sword hilt.*

He charges straight at rosa and hots her hard enough to send her flying, with a bellow

*Thorgar is standing at the other end of the mostly dropped camp. He does not advance, he does not go for his weapons. he simply stands, and watches.*

She hits a nearby tree hard. With a loud crack. The lord turns to his bestigors. "Take her."

Vorstan: *He looks to her, then to thorgar, then the lord. Then he draws his sword.* "Leave the girl." *there is an edge of a growl to his words*

They heft their weapons
Lord: You steal from me. You die first.

Vorstan: *He rolls his shoulders, and holds his blade in a low guard.*

*Thorgar starts walking closer. twenty metres away now*

Rosa stands. Her arm is bent wrong, the bone snapped. Her leg broken too, twisted unnaturally, bleeding from the mouth too.
"I'm...not your....FFFFFUCKING property"

Vorstan: *steps two paces to stand between the beasts, and rosa.*

*Thorgar is now within 15 metres*

Priest: "I will speak to ser Henry." *He walks off towards the head of the column, humming some hymn*

Suddenly rosa's body makes... cracking noises. Her wounded limbs begin to shift and jrek for a second before...rightimg themselves

Henry is talking to one or two other griffon knoghts

Priest: "Sir henry!"

Vorstan: *Beneath his helmet, he smiles. He was right after all.*

The beastlord steps towards him. "Move. Or die."

Henry: ah, your holiness, good to see you. *the other knights ride off*

Vorstan: *He maintains his low guard.* "Enough bluster beast."

Priest: "This appears to be the work some manner of chaotic ctreature."

He growls then swings with one axe.its dwarven, rune etched. Even if vorstan blocks, the sheer force knocks him on his arse.

Henry: Hm... I suspected as much. Those patters were too coincidental.

*He deflects the blow to one side while stepping the other way. bringing his huge blade back up into a guard again*

Priest: "Whats more, the man claims it to still be present."

In that case the strength us enough to either break his wrist or disarm him.

Henry:... then we avoid at all costs.

Priest: "Such a thing should surely be dealt with, Before more villages meet the same fate!"

*the sword is wrenched from his hands, he continues to step out of the way regardless, drawing a shorter curved, single edged blade.*

Henry: We cannot risk the corruption of our men.

Before the sword is fully draws the beasord headbutts him. Hard. Hard enough to daze even through the helmet.

*He slashes, almost wildly at the beast's face*

Priest: "This will have a rather disastrous effect on morale."

He parries with the dwarven axe, snarling. He hears a scream of rage. Emma charges headlong at the beast, shoulderbarging hom. Somehow she hits him with force enough to knock him away.

*Vorstan takes this oppertunity to step in and ram the shortsword into its guts.*

*the lord was pushed back too far for that. Rosa starts wailimg on him with the axe and a sword. Vorstan realises its his sword. The lord manages to defend against her attacks, but she's relentless.*

Henry: not if word of this doesn't get out.

Vorstan: *He shouts a single word.* "ELDUR!" *the blade in her hand ignites in blue flame, the writing along its blade standing out. It sings in her mind, a beautiful melody of death and destruction. Of fates fulfilled and destinies accepted.*

Priest: "I see..." *The priest seems rather put about*

This doesn't help for long however. Seeing an opening, the lord boots her in the chest with his hoof. Her ribs crack under the force as she falls back, collapsing

Henry:... we cannot risk the spread of corruption. You know this.

*Thorgar, who has been standing a little way away, watching this unfold, decides now is the time to intercede. He strides forwards with his sword drawn and shield in hand.*

Priest: "We must also halt the advance of chaos wherever it is found."

The lord turns to thorgar. "You stole her from me!"

Henry: I know. We make camp at the nearest suitable place. The bright wizard will burn the village to the ground tonight. We'll use mortars if needs be.

Thorgar: "Slaves are not given gifts by the gods. The girl is a warrior, not your slave."

Priest: "Of course... Your judgement is sound, as ever."

"She mine!"

Henry: Speak your mind.

Priest: "This creature was able to slaughter a town. While it is possible this was mere bloodlust, it could serve a higher purpose. a ritual or somesuch."

Thorgar: "The gods have claimed her."

Henry: all the more reason to not risk our men.

The lord snarles as her struggles to her feet. Her chest cracks as her ribs repair

Priest: "But we would be allowing the creature free reign... The people of neighbouring villages."

Thorgar: "Find yourself another in the battles to come."

Henry: What can we do?

Beastlord:... this isnt over. *he walks away*

Priest: "Confront the beast, and destroy it. It supposedly remains within the village."

Thorgar: "It is. Mention it again and i shall have your head."

Henry: how many men would we lose? How many would the corruption infect?

The lord walks away.

Priest: "We do not know the power of the beast. Perhaps none."

Thorgar: *sheaths his sword.*

Vorstan: *Just looking at rosa with a mixture of awe and confusion.*