Upon These Stones

[Brian]

Putting some distance between themselves and the confrontation, which may take a while, Nathan and Phil move to help carryin in the wounded, Alec following behind Nathan and adding his help, as well.

From here, you can see the priestesses of Liene have their hands full, and you see that their vassals are pretty competent in first aid, as well.  The priestess who tended Liandral doesn't wait long for an answer to her question, shaking her head and jogging towards the wounded, lifting her robes with one hand to run better.

The wounded from outside have been carried in, but those on the battlements who were struck by the Jotun's stones and lived still need to be carried down.

Incidentally, you can see the three stones lying in the courtyard, two to the west, one to the east.

[Dracos]

Dracos first makes a quick check of the stones to see if there are any who, by some chance, are under them and alive.  Not really expecting such a soul, if he doesn't see one he heads up to help on the battlements, remaining silent for the moment with his thoughts.

Dracos

[Brian]

There is no one beneath any of the stones that you can see.  Once you head up to the battlements, you find yourself jogging amid a stream of vassals bearing stretchers, who look surprised to see you there.

[Dracos]

Dracos lends a hand where he can, helping carry bodies down, not really caring at the moment about the whole improprietry of it.

Dracos

[Brian]

The medics are more than willing to let you (and Nathan, and Alec) carry stretchers down to the priestesses below.  While you're doing this, you also manage to take a pretty good count of the wounded.

As thickly crowded as everyone on the battlements was, there were few wounded, and more casualties than anything else.  Nearly two hundred archers are dead, and another fifty wounded ... you're not certain how well they can be healed by the priestesses, yet.

Of the footsoldiers, only a dozen were slain, and twice that wounded from the Jotun's rocks.

[Dracos]

Dracos shakes his head after they finish, more speaking to himself then any listener as he surveys from the side the medic tents/building.  "Messy business, but it could've been a good deal worse.  Problem is they'll be able to do that every night."

Dracos

[Dracos]

"Alec, go find Bjorn and ask him to drop by my tent when he's free.  I have some ideas I need his help on.  Rez, I want to talk to you privately in a bit, so come on."

Dracos waited for Rez to nod in agreement and Alec to depart, and heads off with Rez before going back to the storm-rider camp and overseeing how the morale is there and how the storm-riders are doing.

Dracos

[Brian]

Two hundred defenders dead, and many wounded.  To the Storm-riders, these are the lightest casualties they've faced this entire war.  Pretty much everyone's in high spirits, except for Lord Rogers and some of his men, who seem mellow, but a little dissapointed.

[Dracos]

Dracos takes a moment to swing by Lord Rogers tent.  "Something on your mind, Lord Rogers?  Seems a bit dour around these parts."

Dracos

[Brian]

"Eh," he grunts.  "The battle were efficient, but I barely 'ad a chance ta sink me axe into an orc when 'e melted away.  Tomorrow, then!"

[Dracos]

Dracos laughs.  "Aye.  Takes all the fun out of it, it does."

Dracos

[Brian]

Lord Rogers grins at that.  "Tomorrow," he says again.  "Until then, ye rest well."

[Dracos]

"Ye too.  If ye aren't right near by, I expect to know where you are by the screams of the enemies who can't flee your axe in time."  Dracos smiles, turning and starting off towards his own tent.

Dracos

[Rezantis]

Rez hums as they walk away.

"Well, nice to know we've all got the right attitude . . ."

[Dracos]

"Yeah, Yeah... Got some ideas.  And I think we should stick away from the whole mess in front for now."

Dracos heads into his tent assuming no interruptions, closing the cover behind him and Rez and sitting down.

Dracos