With the arrows angry whistle silenced and the horses heading toward the mountain the remaining fight went the way of all lives; Ugly, brutish, and short. Caravan guards and bandits lay silent in the now dry caked mud The caravan master sat against the wheel of a wagon, his eyes open and mouth agape at the longspear neatly fastening his chest to axle behind. The kirkwall contingent either lay still or moaning in the mud. Caro''s armor dissolved into cyan blue ash and his heavy hands lay limp at his hips. He stared across the field, The pillar looked dull and loose, dust and gravel running down it's sides. He had to give an order, any order at this point but it seemed beyond him at this point. He looked at the other mage from the Red Dogs and she gazed up at him wearily, “Get your people and everyone who is alive enough to move to the fire. We gotta sort this mess out.”
After a short time taking tally, they gathered around the fire, a small ways away from where Esme did her nervous work. The dogs tried not to look directly in that way, but their eyes darted constantly. A pair of wounded kirkwall guards were stable enough to perhaps transport back home, a handful of caravan hands were in the same boat, with a few managing to avoid serious injury, The salamanders were nicked up and tired, but fared better than most and the bandits either all fled or died in mass. Wagon train had lost one wagon in full, and several more were in deep disrepair.
“Alright Genthus, strip the broken wagon for parts for these two, redistribute weight as needed, we aren't going far. “ He pointed at one of the intact wagons, “Ceren, grab some rope and get us our horses back, as many as you can.” He didn't bother getting Esme a task, she'd be lucky if she was finished dealing with this aftermath by the time the wagon train hit kirkwall. “The rest of you, gather what you can and get a watch going.” He considered sinking to the ground and not helping, but there were things he had to check, he began walking toward where the fighting had started. If that writ could still be presented in kirkwall, then they could still hope to not have wasted their time.
After a short time taking tally, they gathered around the fire, a small ways away from where Esme did her nervous work. The dogs tried not to look directly in that way, but their eyes darted constantly. A pair of wounded kirkwall guards were stable enough to perhaps transport back home, a handful of caravan hands were in the same boat, with a few managing to avoid serious injury, The salamanders were nicked up and tired, but fared better than most and the bandits either all fled or died in mass. Wagon train had lost one wagon in full, and several more were in deep disrepair.
“Alright Genthus, strip the broken wagon for parts for these two, redistribute weight as needed, we aren't going far. “ He pointed at one of the intact wagons, “Ceren, grab some rope and get us our horses back, as many as you can.” He didn't bother getting Esme a task, she'd be lucky if she was finished dealing with this aftermath by the time the wagon train hit kirkwall. “The rest of you, gather what you can and get a watch going.” He considered sinking to the ground and not helping, but there were things he had to check, he began walking toward where the fighting had started. If that writ could still be presented in kirkwall, then they could still hope to not have wasted their time.
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