OOC: This thread takes place after this one:
The Coldest Day of The Year and takes place in the spring there after~
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It was at the beginning of the winter thaw. There was ample flooding, and ample winds, and ample tensions growing on the mountain passes down from the mage camps. The first boughts of resistance had begun, and although he had been trained for this for quite some time, it still came as a shock when rogue mage fighters suddenly attacked his camp. His garrison was small and quickly surrounded, the mordecai taken out first. Then the black powder was found...
and he couldn't recall the rest.
To Uthlyn! Uthlyn!
The bodies came back in cartloads, most being dead, but even the wounded had to be piled one on top of the other that as they carts rolled into town, it was hard to tell which were meant to go to the graveyard, and which to the doctors.
A make shift hospital had been set on the east side of town, though many injured soldiers had been brought and treated here, the building barely had enough space to house them all, and soon tents were erected outside the building in the surrounding streets, and more and more scholars and women were brought in to tend to the wounded as the war progressed.
A particular cart load of men from the attack up north had been brought in, and it had been 2 days of rough travel. From the few that did survive with injuries, many died along the way, and it was here, before the tents, that the bodies were sorted. When a smaller body from a poor solider who's legs had been blown off was removed and revealed the unconscious form of Killian Gryst below, at first, they believed the man to be dead, but as another soldier was lifting him up to be discarded, he made a face.
"This one still feels warm. I think I see breathing."
"Toss him into the other cart anyway, if he ain't awake, he is of no use to us. He might as well be dead," one of the elder nurses stated. "He probably won't make it through the night anyway. Look at that gash to his head. If he ain't waking up now, he won't ever."
And the man nodded, and tossed Killian right along with the pile of the dead.