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The Siege of Syrn

by Josiah T.

IMPORTANT NOTE: This is a piece of a longer writing project. You can view the entire project here: The Siege of Syrn

The following is a piece of writing submitted by Josiah T. on November 30, 2007
"In case people haven't noticed from some of the discussion I've been having with other members, (:-P) I'm going to be doing a revised copy after this one is done. Please bear with me on details that may not seem consistant with the other peices! :-)"

The Siege of Syrn: Part V

Dirk helped Arem to his feet. Arem still clutched his bleeding arm. "Can you get back or do I need to call for help?" Dirk asked.

"I'll try." Replied Arem. The horn continued blowing. Off to the distance Dirk could hear shouts and screams. Still holding on to his freind, Dirk helped Arem back to the place they had left.

About five minutes later they emerged from the trees back to the bottom of the valley they had left. Arem was staggering now and his face was turning pale. Dirk struggled to keep him upright.

Dirk looked around wildly for someone to help him. Seeing no one, he ripped off strips of his tunic. Binding them tightly around Arem's wrist, they quickly became soaked with blood. "Sit down for a moment. I'm going to go find out what's going on." Said Dirk. Arem nodded and fell to the ground. Dirk helped him sit up against a rock.

Then Dirk left. The sounds of swords clashing and people shouting could still be heard off in the distance. Dirk saw the man who had blown the horn. Next to him four or five other men stood. There was a body on the ground next to them.

With a cold shock, Dirk recognized the captain who was leading the column lying there with an arrow in his chest.

"You, there! Get over here!" One of the men shouted at Dirk. Slightly nervous, Dirk stepped forward. "You just came back from fighting, didn't you?" The man demanded. Dirk nodded. "Did you recognize anything, anything about the attackers?"

Dirk nodded. "Yes. They're definitely Thargonite scouts. I recognized the weapons and armor."

"But why would a band of scouts attack a column of almost five hundred men?" The man asked his colleagues.

Dirk, a thought occuring to him, interrupted. "Only one logical reason sir." He said. "They wanted to delay us from reaching Syrn. To me that says that they're planning an attack."

"That sounds reasonable. Otherwise they would have sent a larger force instead of just this. They sent a band on basically a suicide misson so that they could launch an assult."

"How far are we from Syrn?" Dirk inquired.

"No more than a day and a half fast marching." the man replied.

"Then we need to get marching as soon as we possibly can." Said Dirk. "Unfortunately, the attacker's aren't only slowing us down with this - now we've got wounded to carry with us to slow us down even more."

Most of the sounds of fighting had died away by now. Men were returning back. Some were dragging dead bodies, some helping wounded comrades. Dirk left the men to their counsel. He went to find Arem again.

Arem was still sitting against the rock. His bleeding seemed to have stopped, and he looked a little less pale now than he had before.

"How do you feel?" he asked.

"Slightly better. I think the cut is not actually that deep, but it bled a lot. Take this off and lets have a look."

Dirk untied and unwrapped the makeshift bandage from his freinds arm. The cut was still red and bleeding slightly, but not as bad as it had been before. Dirk could see that Arem was right. Even though the cut was long, it was not deep and would not take long to heal.

He ripped some more strips from his tunic and wrapped a fresh bandage around Arem's arm.

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