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Donovan, I have sent Arthos to recover them...among other things. If anyone has a chance, it is he.

Annika, why did you force Curufin's hand? How could that do anything but nearly cost us our lives?

Kidwynn, I would have you stay close for now, until these bear riders at our back give us some room.

*Looks back from the question she just posed to Kels and nods at Corbyn. She drifts back for a moment to speak to Drake and then retakes her place close to Corbyn, on the look out for problems.*

*O'Donnel walks slowly out of the woods, as the group trundles on past him. He looks a bit ashen around the edges and seems to favor his left leg a bit. His first words are half mumbled to himself.*

"Note to self. Munchin' on snow is bad. Don't matter if yer thirsty, nor how nice and clean the snow looks. It's just a bad idea is what it is. Second note, post scriptum. Chuckholes happen in all countries, no matter how cold. And, have the same effect on yer knee when you twist yer leg in them."

*Head pops up from intent study of ground in front of him as he notices the "parade" passing by him. Looks around for a familiar face and spots Neshka's plumage. Comes trotting up to Neshka, huffing and puffing and now definitely limping.*

"Neshka, what's goin' on, boyo? A feller gets laid low by a stomach ailment, goes off in the woods to... tend to matters and twists his knee, and the next thing ya know, his mates are all traipsing off in the direction opposite of the way we come. How'd that happen? And what was that loud rumble just a bit ago? And why the heck has McEwan got soot all over his lip? And why do all these Frostfelld fellers guardin' our rear look so antsy? And what's with that bloody great big P back in the hills there? What in all the bedeviled great seas did I miss now?"

*Towards the end there, O'Donnel (Doolie to all his old shipmates and probably soon to more of his new friends.) is starting to babble a bit, obviously confused. He is a man of knowledge and not knowing what is going on seems rattle him.*

*Donovan nods once to Corbyn and walks over to Arthos.*

"A pouch and a sword. Do you have them?"

Having chosen not to partake of the blood shed Donmayo simply shakes his head as he and his "shadow" follow the group out of this cold place of death.

Under his breath is heard, "that would be check old friend... but not quite check mate..."

*Kels haveing not said a word since the whole thing started looks very angery and disaponted looks at Donovan And Curufin*

"If we make it out of this god damn mess we will need to have a talk...."
*his words seem cold*
"For i fear that i will not follow you two anymore."
*He turns and keeps runing*

*Dallid hands O'Donnel a potion*

For your leg. The march before us is likely a long one.

*Looks over at Kels* "Yes, I do think we will need to have a talk, those in the Guard in particular.. But it can wait till we are safe from these lands."

*Upon hearing the Guard talking amougst themselves, Claude turns to address them all*

Phoenix Guard, we will have much to talk about and many things to decide but for now we must simply get away from these lands. Until such time as we are able to discuss them, I advise you to each keep your own counsel. Do not cloud the facts of what you know with heresay from another, even with the best of intentions speaking on these matters will be dangerous ground.

In the meantime, Capt. Kels. It seems a few amoungst our number have gone missing. I suspect they went into the forest when the fighting began. We need to send out scouts, leave markers and signs and attempt to direct them to us.

We will assume at this point they are merely seperated from us and need guidance home. See to it as you will.

*snaps to attention* "As you order, Sir"

*goes back to keeping an eye out for danger.. sword and shield at ready*

*Quietly*

Claude, I have sent Arthos to bring back Shale and Ravinal...are there others missing?

*Kels turns to Kidwynn*
"Stay here and protect Lord Corbyn."
"I will find them."
*At that he Breaks off away from the party useing his scout skills to track them down His bow at the ready*

*Hands the still full potion bottle back to Dallid, nodding in appreciation.*

"Thank ya anyway my allicorned friend, but I'll be fine. I appreciate the sentiment but I'm only hurt, not injured. The pain will remind me to watch where I'm puttin' my blasted feet and keep them out of gopher holes. I can keep up, it'll just hurt a bit, that's all. You should save that little bottle of miracles fer someone who's sportin' a real wound."

*Turns from Dallid just a moment to ask Neshka to pass over his polearm and gladly uses it as a walking staff. Looks around the group and sees several wounded.*

"And it seems there's more than a few about who are in need much more than I. Nope, you tuck that away fer now. I'm sure there may come need for it before too long. I'd surely appreciate somebody givin' me a holler if there's ta be any Healing Circles when we make camp, though."

*Neshca eye are like cold forged iron as he lokos at O'Doole. And his voice is still and sharp as the sea norhtren winds*

"I am sorry Doole, but I was detand by death this trip. But things are to hopefully come around into a better light.
As for McEwan and his charred flesh I would not ask. It would be intfering in someone else house bussiness. And I have not the temperment to deal with such things as this time. You'll have to talk to Robin on that one. I am sorry for being cold.
I am sorry that I could not come to your aide. But as I stated I was under my deathbed.....
We need to talk later about a few things. When we can get he crew together. But that shall be a time to see. Oh meet the new our new deck hand. *points out sully* nice lad."

*than turns to the crew.*

"LAD'S Get it in gear we have a yarn to walk and we best get moving. McEwan and Jason you are lead, Sully you and O'Doole take the middle."

*Than Looks at Robin with a smile on his face.*

"As you wished Las they are ready, and awaiting your order to get underway. You give the word and we start a march."

*Edgar watches as teh folks talk and move. He thinks to himself and just keeps walk with Lord Corbyn.*