In Enemy Hands (Xenolord & FLN826)
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				Title: <strong>In Enemy Hands (Xenolord &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>09-11-2010, 02:47:04</strong>
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				The winter months were always slow for the inn, and this year it would be particularly quiet. A war was waging, one kingdom declaring they knew what was best for the people of her own, men and boys she'd known her whole life proudly defending themselves, it was all such a waste. So much loss of life and for what, land? Power?<br><br>Elizabeth Pryce had run the small inn since her brother had died three years before. It gave her the financial freedom that she didn't have to marry, and gave her a personal fulfillment in meeting new people without having to travel too far from home. During the summers she was busier than she would have imagined, but the winters were long, and she generally didn't bother with a staff of more than two.<br><br>Her usual mornings consisted of doing her paperwork before the normal chores of the day needed to be done.&nbsp; She was mildy irritated when she heard Gayle's scream. The silly girl had probably seen a mouse and she was making such a fuss?<br>When she arrived at the front door, she could see immediately what the girl had screamed over, there was a man laying on her front porch and there was a lot of blood.<br><br>"Go get Jacob, he's out back, we need to get him inside and see to that wound, or he'll bleed to death"<br><br>She had to take the girl by the shoulders and push her towards the house to get her to move but eventually she came in with Jacob, her handyman and carried the wounded man into the house.&nbsp; It would have been a full days ride to the closest town to fetch a doctor, so Elizabeth did what she could.&nbsp; She had stripped his armor off and tended the wound as well as she could.&nbsp; She was glad the man was unconscious when she had to cauterize it to close it and stop the bleeding.<br><br>It wasn't until several hours later that she had taken a better look at the armor. He wasn't one of theirs, he was the enemy.&nbsp; He was one of the soldiers who had come to take everything they had, and she was fixing him up.&nbsp; It wasn't in her nature to let a man die, she'd wait until he was mending before having Jacob ride to town and fetch someone to take him away.<br><br>For now she sat on the edge of the bed she'd placed him, wiping him down with cool water and waited for him to wake.
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				Title: <strong>Re: In Enemy Hands (Xenolord &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>09-11-2010, 03:19:11</strong>
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				War and Death. War and Death. War and Death.<br><br>It had been all he'd known these last few months since joining. Needless war, and pointless death. Before this, he'd never even held a weapon, let alone used it to kill someone. Once all this talk of martial law, and imminent domain had started, he didn't know what to do. Between joining up and enslaving people he had once called friend, or standing against that power, and being enslaved himself.<br><br>It was the lesser of two evils, he had decided. It was either be a nobody with no rights or privlages, or be someone who mattered. And when it all boiled down to it, status means nothing if you're too cowardly to take up arms to defend it. He was right, the king. Power should only be held by those who deserve it, and most of the country didn't deserve the power they had. So it had to be taken away from them.<br><br>It was on his second mission that he had found himself in a situation where he honestly questioned his life. His entire platoon had left him to die in the mire, and he barely had to power to crawl to the large building in the distance. But he didn't know, he was too delerious to tell if he was crawling to salvation, or damnation. His vision was too blurry to see the sign by the building, and he was loosing too much blood to care. All he knew, was that if the people in that building had a shred of humanity in them, they'd fix him up, regardless what colors he flew.<br><br>Summoning his last strength, he had pounded on the door mightily three times, before passing out. It wouldn't be for what felt like days before his eyes opened again. And when they would, he would be looking at a strikingly beautiful woman patting a damp cloth on his forehead. He gave a soft groan before speaking.<br><br>"Am I dead?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: In Enemy Hands (Xenolord &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>09-11-2010, 16:57:45</strong>
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				"You have to let us go to town and fetch someone to get him. He doesn't belong here Elizabeth"<br><br>"Not until he's well enough to travel. I won't have him dying in my home, I don't care what side he's on and this is the last I want to hear of it. No one is going to turn him over until he's well"<br><br>"You're making a mistake"<br><br>"Then its my mistake to make, and this conversation is over"<br><br>She knew how the others in the house felt about anyone who would fight for the other side. They had all lost people they loved in this war that seemed to drag on endlessly. Gayle and Jacob had lost a son, she had lost her brother, it was all so pointless and wasteful.<br><br>It had been several days before he had started to stir and Elizabeth had been keeping vigil over him. The last thing she needed was to have him die in that bed. Gayle was right of course, she should have notified someone and had him taken away the day he showed up near her property, but she didn't have the heart to do it. When he was on his feet again, she told herself. Had her brother been injured, she would have prayed someone would have looked after him if they had been in her shoes, it was the right thing to do.<br><br>Taking a cool cloth, she wiped his face down again when he started to speak. It was a good sign, and the fever he'd had was starting to break. <br><br>"No, you're not dead. But I wouldn't try to get up or you might wish you were"
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				Title: <strong>Re: In Enemy Hands (Xenolord &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>09-11-2010, 19:09:11</strong>
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				She was right. He was in a great amount of pain, and in his current state, moving might do more harm then good. Instead, he just laid there and tried to ignore the pain. "Where am I?" He muttered, the events of the previous days more then a blur. Turning his head, he looked out the window, the sun high in the sky. "How long have I been out?" He continued, closing his eyes, hoping to wake up in a cot somewhere familiar.<br><br>"Then again, something tells me I don't want to know..." A nagging feeling in the back of his mind had told him he was probably not in friendly territory, but he couldn't just jump to conclusions. Instead, he would take any kindness the woman had in her heart to show him, and try to sneak out at the first opportunity which presented itself, provided he was well enough
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				Title: <strong>Re: In Enemy Hands (Xenolord &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>09-11-2010, 19:28:23</strong>
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				Elizabeth stood over the bed and grabbed the glass of water that was on the small dresser.&nbsp; She gently lifted his head and brought the glass to his lips so he could drink. She knew the next few days were going to be rough on him, and on her. She was doing all that she could to keep his wound from becoming infected and keeping his fever at bay. <br><br>She couldn't help but wonder how he had gotten to her property.&nbsp; He was miles away from where she knew the bulk of the fighting to be. Had he deserted? Or was he chasing someone down who was seeking aid?&nbsp; She supposed it didn't matter right now, right now, he was simply a man who was hurt, and she wouldn't refuse that. She ignored his question for the time being.<br><br>"Do you have a name?" <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: In Enemy Hands (Xenolord &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>09-11-2010, 20:00:25</strong>
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				Swallowing the cool drink of water he groaned. "Sergeant Leroy Causten; 82nd Legion." He answered quickly and simply, rather irritated she deflected his questions, but more concerned with getting better. He kept his eyes closed to avoid the pain the light brought. He hurt all over, and just staying concious at the moment took most of his concentration.<br><br>"Please... could you at least tell me where I am... I have to get back to my unit... They might think I'm dead..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: In Enemy Hands (Xenolord &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>09-11-2010, 22:08:59</strong>
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				"Well Sergeant, you're in my home about ten miles outside of Hampton Grove. I imagine you're familiar with it as there was some fighting there a week or so back. But you shouldn't worry about that now, you just need to worry about getting back on your feet"<br><br>She could tell the light was hurting his eyes so she put down the glass and walked to the window and drew the curtain shut. She lowered the lantern light in the room so it was lit, but dim, hoping that might help.<br><br>"Is that better? I want you to be comfortable. If you think you can handle it, I'll bring you some soup, I don't think you're ready for more solid food yet"<br><br>Elizabeth walked back over and brought the water glass to his lips again. While she hadn't sent for the doctor, knowing he'd refuse to treat the man, she did know he had to drink a lot of water and get a lot of rest while he healed and it was going to be a long road.
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				Title: <strong>Re: In Enemy Hands (Xenolord &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>09-11-2010, 22:18:32</strong>
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				Hampton Grove? Ah, shit. Hampton Grove was thirty miles into enemy territory! He wracked his brain, hoping she didn't suspect he wasn't part of their army. Then again, she had removed his armor, and the other side didn't use 'Sergeant' as a rank. Adjuctant was as close as they came.<br><br>He drew the conclusion that she either already knew, and didn't care, or already knew, and she was going to execute him as soon as he got better. Of course, with more consideration, the latter seemed less likely. Why waste good medical supplies on a man you're just going to kill anyway. He felt very ill at the thought of being this far into enemy territory, and totally helpless.<br><br>"Uh..." He muttered, his throat dry and heart racing. "No, I'm fine, thank you." He muttered in response. "Think I'll just get some rest. Thank you." He decided to try to play things cool, try not to give them a reason to kill him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: In Enemy Hands (Xenolord &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>09-11-2010, 22:51:27</strong>
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				She watched the expressions bounce off of his face as he realized where he was. She shouldn't have been surprised by it, afterall he'd sustained some fairly serious injuries, but it surprised her nonetheless. <br><br>"Nonesense, you have to keep your strength up to fight off the infection. I'll bring you some soup and you'll eat it, and then you may rest. If you're worried I'm going to poison the soup, you needn't, I wouldn't have bothered to save your life to kill you, now would I?"<br><br>But she couldn't blame him if that's truly what he thought. She didn't wait for him to reply for she felt he should be resting, not arguing and she also knew she needed to keep her own temper in check. It was bad enough having to fight with her staff about keeping him there and forbidding them from going to the authorties in town to take him away, but she'd be dammed if she'd have her hospitality and generosity thrown in her face. She dished up a small bowl of soup and headed back upstairs to his room with it.
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				Title: <strong>Re: In Enemy Hands (Xenolord &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>10-11-2010, 02:57:40</strong>
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				Wow. Was he that opaque? She read him like a book, it was scary. As she left the room, he tried to think of some reason he had crawled <em>farther</em> into enemy territory, and not farther into friendly territory. Honestly, he was more worried about someone else poisoning the soup then her.<br><br>"Well..." He muttered, convinced he wouldn't get far if he ran. "Alright. If you insist." Oh, he hated this. No way to contact his platoon, and stuck twenty miles into hostile ground. It was like a bad novel. "I'm... sorry if I offended you. It wasn't my intention." He rambled. Oh great. Apologizing to the enemy. Real smooth, Leroy.<br><br>Was she really the enemy? I mean, sure. They had opposing viewpoints, but that couldn't make one the enemy. They were both human, after all, and inheriently the same. He shook this thought from his head. Until he could be certain of this girl's motives, he'd have to play by her rules. He was, after all, bed-ridden.
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				Title: <strong>Re: In Enemy Hands (Xenolord &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>10-11-2010, 04:06:48</strong>
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				When she walked back into the room, she sat down on the bed beside him and put the bowl of soup down on the bedside table. She knew she'd have to help feed him. It was ironic, he'd spent all his time in the military trying to destroy everything about her way of life, and now here he was, relying on her to save his. But when she looked at him, she didn't see an enemy, she didn't see a man who had taken people she loved away from her, she only saw a man in need. <br><br>"We'll do this slowly, I don't know how much of this you'll be able to handle just yet. Small sips"<br><br>She spooned the clear broth up and brought it to his lips, using her other hand to help lift his head again as she'd done with the water. It occurred to Elizabeth that it would pass the time better if she got to know him a bit, and perhaps if he got to know her, he would feel more at ease and able to recuperate faster.<br><br>"So tell me Sergeant, or may I call you Leroy? Do you have a family back home?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: In Enemy Hands (Xenolord &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>10-11-2010, 04:57:40</strong>
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				He swallowed the clear, warm broth before speaking. "Leroy's fine... thank you." He paused for a moment, thinking if he really wanted to answer this question. Ah, hell. It wasn't like he had a choice, really. She'd just hound him until he did. "Yes... I do. A sister back in Corprana Orchard..." he muttered, sipping more.<br><br>"You know, you really have me at a disadvantage. I don't even know <em>your</em> name yet."
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				Title: <strong>Re: In Enemy Hands (Xenolord &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>10-11-2010, 18:43:25</strong>
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				She kept feeding him the soup, though she knew it must have been galling to him to have her doing for him. While she didn't know a thing about him other than the uniform he wore, it was enough to know that it would be hard for him to accept help from her. <br><br>"I'm Elizabeth, though everyone usually calls me be Beth"<br><br>She put the spoon down in the bowl, giving him a few minutes to let what he'd eaten settle. Elizabeth knew she was going to have to check the wound again soon and change the dressing on it, though she imagined that was much easier to do when he had been unconscious, now it would be a little more difficult. But unless he wanted to die of an infection, he wouldn't give her any trouble with it. <br><br>"If I could, I would send word to her to let her know you're alive, I'm sorry that I cant, but I just cant risk that"
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				Title: <strong>Re: In Enemy Hands (Xenolord &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>10-11-2010, 22:45:53</strong>
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				"Elizabeth..." He confirmed, rolling the name around in his head. "Thank you, for saving me, all things considering." He continued, getting another mouthful of the soup. "It's alright. I know you can't do everything for me. It's okay, I'll send her word somehow. Even if I have to walk back missing both my legs and an eye, I'll get back.<br><br>He was a determined sort. One who didn't mind getting shot, as long as it didn't kill him. It was pretty good soup, some of the best he's had in a while. Definately wasn't military rations, or something thrown together on the spot.<br><br>"Did you make the soup? It's very good, thank you."
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				Title: <strong>Re: In Enemy Hands (Xenolord &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>11-11-2010, 02:32:42</strong>
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				"I'm glad you like it. And, I don't think you're in any danger of losing your legs or an eye, but I do need to clean and change the dressing on the wound. Would you like more soup first though?"<br><br>She noticed as she sat there that he was getting a bit of a sweat again. Perhaps she'd made the room too warm, or it was possible the fever was coming back. She reached over to the bowl of water and dipped the cloth back into it, ringing it out and rubbing his forehead and face with it. Elizabeth wondered again how he had gotten here and why he had showed up alone. Where were the rest of his men? <br><br>"After I redress the wound, perhaps you'd like a change of clothes? You are around the same size as my brother was, and I still have boxes of his clothes in the closet"
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				Title: <strong>Re: In Enemy Hands (Xenolord &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>11-11-2010, 18:04:51</strong>
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				He knew the need to clean the wound would arise again. He grunted. "If you got something hanging around, I won't complain..." He spoke. "As far as the soup, no, I'm fine, thank you. If you have to change the dressing, I'll try to help you as much I can. Might as well get this over with..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: In Enemy Hands (Xenolord &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>14-11-2010, 01:57:30</strong>
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				"Just try to be as still as you can, I need to clean it out and it may sting a bit"<br><br>She put the spoon down and got up from the bed. She walked over the wash stand that was on the far side of the room and poured some water into the bowl and carried it over to the bed, along with some fresh bandages and something to wash it out. <br><br>"This looks like its healing nicely, another few days and you might be able to handle walking around a bit, at least to go sit outside and get some fresh air"<br><br>Elizabeth was as gentle as possible while cleaning the wound, though she had a feeling he would die rather than show any signs of pain by her hands. <br><br>"There, that should be good for another day"
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				Title: <strong>Re: In Enemy Hands (Xenolord &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xenolord</strong> on <strong>18-11-2010, 02:56:03</strong>
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				He tried to hide the discomfort in his eyes. It wouldn't be very soldier-ly of him if he winced like a little coward. He let her dress the wound without complaint, as it would really do him no good.<br><br>'Walking around'? He didn't think she'd just let him 'walk around' outside without some supervision? Then again, she might have been trying to get rid of him. He nodded and settled back in.<br><br>"Thank you. For everything. I think I owe you my life..." He muttered, his throughts drifting back to the war.
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				Title: <strong>Re: In Enemy Hands (Xenolord &amp; FLN826)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Daeva</strong> on <strong>19-11-2010, 19:58:00</strong>
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				"You're welcome"<br><br>She just prayed he wasn't going to give her cause to regret doing so once he was up and about. It occurred to her that people could be looking for him, and if they came here, she knew her inn would be burned to the ground and if she were lucky, that would the extent of the damage done, but she wasn't quite so naive. But she didn't have time to debate that with herself, for now, she had a man&nbsp; to take care of and, though she knew he was the enemy, she couldn't look at him that way. He was just too vulnerable.<br><br>"I'm going to leave you to get some rest, I'll check on you in a few hours, see if you'd like to try sitting up then. I'll open the windows as well so you can get some fresh air and air out the room"
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