Fight for Survival

[MrPenguin]

Blood..........the smell of it clings onto the wartorn plains. Most of the Red bain Wolves were destroyed by the Rhinos of Malderon. Only one solider continued to fight. His massive great sword claimed many lives of enemies on this battlefield. He was renowned for his great swordsmen skills but, even that couldn't help him now. Back against the cliff he didn't stand much of a chance. With one more step back he fell into the river below. The powerful current dragged the man under the water and swept him down.

After what seemed like two hours he manage to free himself out of the clutches of the current. Weaken and cold the strong man passed out. To any to find him he had short brown hair with a muscular body. He wore a simple metal breast plate, solider gear, and cloak.

 

[Rizu]

The sun was at it's highest peak, as were the merc's spirits. Deep bellowing laughs pierced the placid forest as they traveled. But being noon, the heat began to become more and more pestering. "Let us rest for a spell, friends." One suggested and none objected. Cooky had one of the easiest responsabilities, but starting a fire on mid Summer's days like this, not so much. Lunch was prepareed, simmered, and devoured in no time at all. As few settled in for a short nap, gambling, and song, Carlotta wondered away, heading toward the babbling sound of a nearby river to clean up and restock on some water. She stumbled down the large slick rocks by the water's edge, quickly catching herself, she looked around quickly making sure no one had seen. Being a woman in this group of men, she had to carry herself 100% poised all day everyday, just to prove her worth as an asset. Out the corner of Carlotta's eye, she spotted a body half in the water, half caught on the rocks. She knelt, cleaned her hands and mouth, filled her flask, and stood. Seeing bodies in the river was not uncommon. 'Perhaps this unfortunate stranger has somethig of value on him. Maybe a weapon or some gold.' She approached gingerly and lightly frisked his torso. She gasped and her eyes widened. His chest lifted and sank. He was alive.

 

[MrPenguin]

Indeed he had survived but, his chance at survival was slowly waning. Hypothermia was besetting his body as his face was flush from a fever. Blood ran down his body from his wounds. If he didn't get medical attention fast he wouldn't last much longer. Soon enough his body begins to shiver uncontrollably.