He pulled the scrawny lad to his feet while quickly removing his belt dagger (assuming he had one to be honest) hopefully without notice.
"You are deaf then as well as unwise. I said you should act like a gentleman and not a thief. That armed fellow over there probably wants to cut you in twain and here you are a ratty mess. Women are not prizes to fought over either. I thought you Borderlanders had honor and sense."
He added with a scowl to the armed one when it turned out he was also a wooer and not a sibling of the girl. At the rate of the madness involved this Sharrah had better be the most beautiful maiden in all the lands but he somehow doubted that, after all he had laid his gaze upon Miss Annara back at the keep.
Who? jair? ha. He gets queezy at the sight of blood. He fainted when he cut his hand open last summer. The rags, mikel, chuckles as he shakes himself free. Mikel looks at Cor'ellis, and nods his head towards the house. She's in there. In her room. Back of the house.
Keln grouses, his face growing more and more dark outsiders begin to ask questions about his daughter. Now who did the harlot sleep with? You? He points a finger at Elek. You? he shifts his point towards Marik. Heard that she did lay with that new outsider that wandered into town a few days back. Batr or something. Need to keep her locked up to save herself from herself. Shaitan take that good for nothing whore. ought to have left her in the hills. Should have sold her for a horse, wouldnt be worth this trouble. should have left her in fal dara...
As the man rants, you see thin lines of blood escape from his nose and ears.
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Tenora hearing the man accuse the party, thinks about the young men in the party and glances at Elek eye brow raised.
What?!? Slept with? Who? Elek? Can't they keep their pants on?
Then seeing what happens, abruptly embraces the Source and steps toward the bleeding man. Her arm up and palm out.
"Light protect you! Can I help? Please! I am skilled in healing."
Light protect us ALL...what's wrong with these people? Bringing the Dark One's name into all this.
Renlo fixes the man with a stern gaze as he rants at them - right up until he names the Dark One. "You fool! You name the Dark One this close to the Blight! Still your tongue, lest someone cut it out!"
'He is a madman.' Hearing the man rail against the newcomer Jair, Elek turns and gives the muscle-bound youth a sympathetic glance.
'Who the harlot what?' Hearing the fool continue to rail, Elek turns just in time to see the idiot pointing at him. This mad man thinks I've slept with his daughter? ah Batr... our friend from Fal Dara why did I we ever let him flee? At the mention of Bataar's name, Elek turns toward Tenora, realizing she is giving him a dirty look, he lifts his hands in protest, mouthing the word "What?"
As she turns away he notes the madman's nose and ears bleeding, 'Hmmm, maybe he has given himself an aneurysm.' Not knowing a great deal about medicine, nor caring if the madman bleeds out in the street, Elek turns back to the young swordsman. Intentionally moving as casual as possible, his hands behind his back, he walks over, nodding back to the girls father, "Does this sort of thing happen regularly?"
Keln continues to mutter and moan, swearing oaths and crying out for vengance upon those that have slept with his daughter.
Anna and Dawn step forward, each grabbing one of Keln's arms. This is serious. If you are aes sedai, then please help this man. This isnt normal anna says. Let's take him into his house and onto his bed.
At that, the man begins to shake and roar loudly, resisting the ladies helpful attempts.
The man swings...and two loud pops are heard from his body. His shoulders now appear distorted, and the man screams in horrible agony.
Jair, his face growing dark, suddenly shifts, and rushes forward, closing the 30 feet that stands between him and his rival. His sword comes out of the scabbard; Jair brings it up over his head and grasps the hilt with his left hand, bringing the sword down in a viscious overhead attack.
Mikel, seeing Jair rush him, brings his hand down to his side instinctually grasping at the dagger that was, until recently, at his side. his hand, making the grasping motion, follows through with the motion, swinging up to block the attack made by jair. The sword descends its arc... Uh oh Mikel gasps as the sword falls upon him, slicing open his chest in a heavy cut.
Turning toward Anna and Dawn when they start asking Tenora for help, Elek takes his eyes off of the muscle bound youth long enought to see Keln start swinging, sensing the shift more than seeing it, [I]'What does he think he's doing?' Elek tries to grab Jair as he runs past, "No you don't"
With more and more angry words said and no one paying any attention to her gracious manner and Tenora embracing the Source, Cor'ellis became more and more certain.
”Fortune stab us! It do be happening again!” Following suit, Cor'ellis also reached out to Saidar raising her sun-darkened arms into a sort of flourish like a bard's or gleeman's pose before beginning to recite. The gesture also served to bring Val to quick attention. Immediately the canine was alert and searching for threats.
So when Jair suddenly charged Mikel, Val was quick to intercept, always on guard to defend his mistress.
"Mother's milk."
He muttered as the swordsman moved to strike at the well now unarmed foe. He had removed the dagger from the young man in case he did something rash... it seemed he had misread whom was the one lacking discipline.
"Is the borderlands filled with fools these days?"
He growled out to the others stepping in front of the unarmed youth and placing himself between the two withdrawing his sap slamming it torwards the swordsman in one obvious and fell swoop.
With Elek, Marik, and Cor'ellis's wolf working to separate the two boys, Renlo said, "Tenora, you must move quickly. Something is wrong with this man!"
Renlo moves to help Dawn and Anna restrain the man before he hurts himself further.
mikel stumbles back from Jair's attack, blood flowing freely from his chest wound. You? what? You were...my friend Mikel says as his face scrunches up. Marik, seizing the opportunity, snaps his hand across the back of Jair's head, his hand holding a heavy sap. The strike fails to connect with Jair, instead missing by a mere inch.
Jair swings his blade wide around him, seeking to drive everyone away from him.
Anna screams out in anger, attempting to break through Jair's combative mindset, only to see no recognition upon his face.
Renlo steps forward, grasping Keln, helping Anna and Dawn hold up the afflicted man. He sags to the ground, blood and drool flowing from his mouth now. Tenora steps forward, placing a hand upon Keln's brow, and channels.
With Tenora doing her best to heal the father, Cor'ellis stayed focused on the young men. The power flooded through her, suffusing her with light and life... it felt wrong somehow. Almost unnatural to be embracing it in a crowded street, surrounded by people. But lives were on the line and she had the power to stop it this time, before things went too far, she hoped.
Marik and Elek were doing their best not to do harm, so she called Val to heel as she wove strands of air to catch Jair's sword and hold it fast. Once she held it immobile, encased in hardened air, she made a motion like tying a knot and held it place.
"He do no be in his right mind." She said to the now injured boy, Mikel. "Tenora do be able to help, do be still now to slow the bleeding."
'Blast that's what I get for dropping my guard!' Missing the tackle, Elek rolls to his feat in time to see Jair's charge transition into 'Boar Rushes Downhill' and bloody the the one called Mikel. Drawing his sword as he moves after Jair, he hears Anna screaming at Jair, as he tries to strike Mikel again. Then notices Cor'ellis waving about as she calls off her dog.
a lump of solidified air grows rapidly around Jair's fist where he holds his sword...
...but jair, feeling the slight confines, manages to pull his hand and sword free before it could set around his hand.
Seeing himself surrounded by men who obviously know how to use a sword, and by at least on Aes Sedai, Jair takes a couple of steps back, drops his sword, and holds his hands up. I yield. he says.
Cor'ellis nodded approvingly at Jair's words. "At least the boys do seem to have some wits left to them. Take up his sword before he do be changing his mind."
Turning back to Mikel, she looked over his wound. "This do need bandaging or healing, but I am not so good with such things as Tenora."
'Smart kid.' Seeing Jair appear to jerk his hand free then drop the weapon yielding, Elek, looks from Jair to Cor'ellis. Nodding he sheaths his own sword as he walks past the attacker picking up the boys shortsword. He looks at the sword for a second, pulling a rag from his pocket he wipes off the blood, then gestures towards Jair, "Give me the scabbard, no reason to leave it out."
Jair smirks, as a teenager who is full of himself can only smirk. Of course. Tis only a moment til I am reunited with ashan'har. Jair unbuckles his scabbard from his waist and hands the it to Elek.
Tenora, while using heal examines Keln. From her examine, whatever is afflicting the man is coming from within, most likely from within his head.
'Ashan'har, did the boy name his sword?' Accepting the scabbard, Elek looks at the shortsword again, before thrusting it back into it's sheath. Holding the weapon at his side by the handle so no one would try to tear it out of it's scabbard, Elek gesturs towards Tenora, "The Aes Sedai will decide if and when you get it back. If you want to improve the odds of that happening I recomend you don't do anything else stupid."
Seeing Cor'ellis is taking care of the wounded Mikel, Elek moves beside his cousin as she ministers to the needs of the plain man, Keln. 'I hope she can figure out what is going on here.' Staying near Tenora he keeps a keen eye out for anymore signs of trouble. When she looks at him, he raises an eyebrow, hoping for an explenation.
Tenora stands with her hand held upon Keln's head, weaves of air, spirit, and water weaving together and settling upon his body, stitching together that which has been ruined from an unseen onslaught. Anna and Dawn watch in awe as the bright red blood that oozed from Keln's ears and nose stop and flake away. The minor cuts and tears to the man's lips knit together, looking as if a tailor had sewn up the wounds.
What's with all the noise out here? a timid voice says from the shadows of the doorway. A slim hand, petite, narrow of bone, emerges from the darkness of the house, and rests upon the heavy wood door frame. Her skin looks pale, whiter than white, with a slight blue tinge from veins criss-crossing under her skin.
Sharrah! both Jair and mikel exclaim in joy, although mikel's voice is subdued and restrained, pain tinging his pleasure.
What's going on out here? Oh DADDY! the woman says from the shadows, stepping forward fully into the light. The woman that is Sharrah is revealed...
...short of stature, slim to the point of almost unhealthy, her long black hair hangs below her narrow waistline. Her eyes, a brilliant green, seem to glow even in the midday sunlight. her nose clinches to a narrow point, almost sharp enough to cut class, yet nostrils large enough to breath easy. her lips are thin slits of intense red upon her pale face; a breath of warmth to her pallid features. Yet, for her slim stature, she moves with an almost unnatural grace, a fluidity that even the best swordsman take years to practice, let alone achieve. She quickly crosses the short 10 steps to her father, and reaches a hand out to touch him.
What's wrong with my father, anna? Dawn? she asks, her voice filled with concern
'This is what all the fuss is about?' Seeing the scrawny girls silhouette hilighted in the doorframe, Elek raises an eyebrow, looking from Jair to Mikel, as they both exclaim her name. Watching the girl move gracefully across the yard to her father, he shifts uncomfortably, looking toward his cousin as she greet her, 'What am I missing?'
He blinked as he took a look at the wom... girl? girl.
"All this chaos over her?"
He muttered aloud barely audible. She looked ill to him. He bent over behind the rag wearing boy and helpfully 'found' his dagger. He did feel a little guilty about that, he had not been expecting the swordsman who had looked stable to be the one to attack wildly first. He was sure the ragged man would attack the moment he realized they werent going to just let him go.
"Oh here's your dagger i think."
He added.
He blinked as he took a look at the wom... girl? girl.
"All this chaos over her?"
He muttered aloud barely audible.
Close enough to overhear, she shushed him, before turning her attention to the girl.
"This do be Sharrah, then? Your young friends do be quarreling and your father do be ill, dear. I do be the Lady Cor'ellis of Illian and Tenora do be of the Tower. May we come inside to talk and see to the young man's wound?"She said, as diplomatically as she could under the tense circumstances.
Sharrah looks at everyone, a questioning look upon her face. Are you the one's Master Bataar spoke of? his companions? she directs her gaze towards her father.
Your father is ill. He needs to lay down Dawn says directly.
Sharrah looks from father to woman, and nods. Please, come in. Women only please.
Dawn and Anna guide Keln into the house, and Tenora and cor'ellis walk into the house, leaving the men to stand outside.
Jair stands off to the side, his hands held at his side.
Korin swears softly. "That cut must have been deeper than it looked." Eyeing Elek and then Jair, Korin nods at seeing the latter's weapon being held by Elek. He bends down next to the fallen boy and checks his pulse with one finger while carefully pulling away the rags to get a better look at the wound. "Marik I hope you have some skill with stitching wounds?"
With a grimace he shook his head, though he added words to the motion as well.
"Im well learned in several things, but unfortunately taking care of the sick or wounded isnt one of them. Not really a big focus on that in the city you know."
He gave an apologetic shrug.
who is standing by jair? elek? Korin?
Seeing Cor'ellis is taking care of the wounded Mikel, Elek moves beside his cousin as she ministers to the needs of the plain man, Keln. 'I hope she can figure out what is going on here.' Staying near Tenora he keeps a keen eye out for anymore signs of trouble. When she looks at him, he raises an eyebrow, hoping for an explanation.
'Why did he give that boy back his knife? Their trying to kill each other!' Looking fom the skinny girl to Marik, Elek then turns to Cor'ellis as she speaks, 'She's right the boy is still bleeding.' Raising an eyebrow as the girl changes the topic. 'Master Bataar? Her father and friend are injured... come in? No concern about the boy?' Watching in disbelief as the girl casually turns and returns to the house, Dawn and Anna with Keln in tow. Elek moves beside his cousin, then stands beside the door as the party splits again.
'Korin's right the boy still needs help and none of us are good at it.' Watching as Marik shrugs, Elek calls out to Jair from beside the threshold. "Jair, I know Dawn and Anna are healers, are there any others in town?"
Renlo releases the man, allowing him to be led inside.
Turning, he walks towards Mikel and kneels down to examine the wound.
"Do keep the boys from killing each other, if possible." She said low to the men before going inside.
Shim's in the area. he could help. Jair says, nodding his head down the street. You all look down the road, but do not see anything that would indicate a healer, or sick house.
Shim's the blacksmith. Always willing to help cauterize a wound when the lady's arent available. He could help Mikel He says with a very wicked grin upon his face.
a low moan escapes the confines of Keln's room as Anna and dawn see to the sick man.
Yes, i have heard of the miracles that Aes Sedai can perform upon the sick and injured. You have my permission to see to my father, my Lady. Sharrah says in a tone that is without emotion. What fighting? and what strange behaviors? everything has been fine within town that im aware of. Mikel and Jair have always striven to one up each other for my attention. It was polite, pleasent, great to play with them. But then i saw how others would interact with people, and i wanted that, from both of them. I would dream about going on dates with them. One after the other. And the thoughts i had, well, those are best not talked about. Yet, they always acted the same. They would fight, argue, but that was the end of it. yet their passion for me made me uncomfortable. People were starting to look at me... As for my father, well, He did always rant and rave at people, myself included. Used to hit me and my mom, mostly with his hand, other times with a heavy switch. her eyes glance up to the door frame, where a single large rod hung from a black hook. leather cord wraps around the handle, while the other end has worn sections, a brighter color indicating it's frequent usage. well, i dont know. Mom just didnt wake up one day after one of dad's fits, and that i just wished for him to be...without his anger. I went to bed thinking that. and then it just happened. Dad calmed down. relaxed. He was...different.
Renlo snorts. "Marik, knock on the door and ask the women for needle and thread, as well as bandages, if they have any, or rags we can cut up if they don't. I've dressed battle wounds before."
'Shim? The blacksmith?' Glaring slightly at Jair, Elek watches as Renlo begins working on Mikel's wound. 'bandages and needle and thread, well a medic is better than no help at all.' Looking toward Marik, smiling. 'Better he interupt than me.' Elek stays near the door, one eye on Renlo working and the other on the arrogant Jair, waiting to see if Marik will actually interrupt the woman just to save the boys life.
"Yes, there did be fighting right here on your doorstep, my dear. Young Jair did attack and wound young Mikel. Did they be friends before this? Come, do you have bandaging? We'll make sure he is alright." She guided the girl Sharra to locate and provide some bandages for the men outside to help the boy.
"My father do be a hard man too. Harder even, once my mother did pass." She said, stroking the girls hair soothingly. She did not share that her father was a man to use his wits and words as opposed to his fists, however. This close in proximity, she should be able to sense Sharra's ability with the one power, if she did indeed possess it.
He began glaring at the disarmed swordsman. He shot a glance at the house where the Aes sedai and the woman had went. What was going on in there he wondered.
"Im not a borderlander but what is the penalty for attempted murder here? I mean attacking an unarmed man couldnt be considered anything less right?"
"Marik, speculate on the law later. Could you knock on the door and get the needle, thread, and bandages now, please, so I can try to save this boy's life?"
hearing the banging on the door, Sharrah answers it, listens to Korin's request, and nods. Yes sir. I can see why she likes you. Please wait a moment. Sharrah closes the door.
Sharrah walks to a backroom, and returns with a small blanket that is rather ratty looking. She tears parts of it into long strips before opening the door and handing it back to Korrin.
She turns and listens to Tenora's questions. No ma'am. They were...indifferent to me. They loved my mom. Treated her with kindness, generosity, but towards father...it's not like he was hated, but he was treated as an outsider. Like he didnt fit in. As for me, i was treated with indifference. they dont hate me, nor do they go out of their way to help me either. With Mikel and Jair, they were different. They talked to me, and we were friends.... she looks away, her gaze distant.
Anna steps into the room. Tenora Sedai, please, could you come help us and lend us your healing? she asks in a pleading tone.
Turning as Korin steps to the door while Marik waits for an answer from Jair, 'I can see why she likes you? What did I miss?' While the girl rips up the rag, Elek's gaze returns to the smart mouth youth. 'Make me feel better?"
Turning to Jair, Elek lifts the boys short sword and points to his horse, Speaking in a conversational tone. "Jair, I have an axe in my gear. What would make me feel better, is taking it to this 'Ashan'har' of yours." he looks the boy in the eye. "If you don't develop a civil tone and show a little respect that's exactly what I'm going to do."
She lowered her voice for her next question, choosing her words carefully so as not to offend. "You do be an acquaintance of Master Baatar, yes? Did there be any strange happenings while you were with him?"