[Ivelliis]

Telryn

Telryn glanced down at the corpses, before letting out a small sigh. He didn't like rummaging through the dead, but one of them might have something that could save a life...

Bending down at the first corpse of the bandit, he started to check through the pockets, finding nothing worthwhile.
"Someone must have picked them clean already," he thought to himself with a shrug.
Walking back to the bandit he picked him up, hoisting him over his shoulder in a firemans-esque carry, and stomped his way through the forest back to the camp.
"Heading back to camp if I'm needed," He said as he left the area of battle.
As he arrived to their camp near the river, Telryn dropped place the bandit on the floor, muttering "And don't move" as he left him there. Telryn checked that all his belongings were ready, just as he left them before he dashed to the battle. Dropping his flail down next to it, he sat and breathed out heavily.

Carron had been a thorn in the Guards side for too long. This couldn't continue, this constant battle for power, and from the situation Telryn was in it didn't look like it was going to for much longer.
"She won't be pleased," Telryn retorted, in an effort to prolong his death.
Carron glared angrily before spitting at Telryn, "You leave her out of it."
"You brought her into this when you picked a fight with the Guards, you expected us to fight fairly when you so obviously do not? Stealing a young boys money to coax me into this trap, how very noble of you," Telryn replied.
"Stealing money? I did no such thing," Carron answered, quickly moving his hand through his long, black hair.
"Bull, and you know it," Telryn said, running out of things to say.
"Well, whatever you believe your time is up, Telryn, Captain of the Guard, farewe-."
In a rush of movement Carron flew forward, narrowly missing Telryn. As the flurry of bodies hit the floor, Telryn could see a hooded figure pinning the fire-mage to the ground.
"Bit of 'elp wouldn't 'urt, ey?" The figure muttered, as Telryn quickly moved to Carron and his saviour. One quick elbow to the head and Carron was out-cold.
"Thankyou..." Telryn said slowly, moving to his sword and placing it in his scabbard.
The figure stood up and removed his cowl. A mess of short, ginger hair covered the head of the man, no the boy, who stood in front of him. No more than late teens, his freckled face had a quite stupid grin on it.
"No worries Tel, I can call you Tel right? Aye, thought so," The figure replied, throwing a small coin purse at Telryn.
"Gi' it back ter tha' boy, and we'll call it squits aye?" He added.
"Erm, ok, but I would like to know your name..." Telryn said, lowering his brow as he looked in confusion at the thief-hero of his.
"Call me Rezah, thanks again," The ginger thief said as he took off at a sprint down the alleyway.
Telryn picked up the unconscious Carron under his arm and walked out of the alleyway. As he guessed, Rezah was no where to be seen, but a flurry of applauding and congratulating greeted him as he handed the coin purse to the boy.

Dropping his flail with a “clang” as it hit his shield, he awoke from his daydream suddenly.
”The others should be back soon,” He muttered, “And then we can finally get moving.”

[ 10-08-2006, 12:47 PM: Message edited by: Ivelliis ]