The Middle

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Elias stepped through the gatehouse of the Rhein's fortress, holding his hand over a gash on his left forearm. Ames was the first to reach him, covering the ground with surprising speed for someone as old as he and sporting a cane. Without a word Ames started looking him over, finding some minor bruising on his arm and side from the scuffle at Sutica's meeting. Alexander and Ezekiel burst into the clearing next, Alexander sprinting with the same surprising speed as his brother.

 

"What happened?!" Alexander held Elias' arm up, tearing off part of his tabbard with a quick grunt before wrapping the injury. 

 

Elias looked at the boy for a moment, giving him a quick smile. "Apparently people don't take kindly to their beloved leader having their power taken from them." 

 

Ezekiel stood beside Elias, frowning slightly. "Is that what happened? The Duke of Eastcliffe was disposed?"

Elias shrugged. "The man threatened to burn it down and then left before an official decision was called, and his bodyguard stayed behind to hold us all off." 

 

Then the coughing came. Elias began coughing violently, bringing a stained cloth to his mouth. After a few moments of unrelenting coughs, he dropped to a knee. Alexander and Ames dropped down with him, while Ezekiel stood over him while resting his real hand on his back. Ames put a hand on the man's chest as he was bent over, still coughing and hacking.

 

Alexander held Elias' arm still, watching him cough. "Ames, what's happening?" Alexander looked up to his brother, who was watching the coughing man intently. Alexander's gaze shot to Elias' mouth, where blood was starting to run from the corner of his mouth down his chin. Elias' face began to turn reddish purple as he kept coughing. "Ames!"

 

Ames' head shot up, giving his brother a look of annoyance. "His lungs are filling up." He looked over to Ezekiel and then back to Alexander. "Pick him up and bring him inside." The Two men tried to raise Elias to his feet, but he promptly collapsed, his eyes shut and his face purple. Ames swore as he reached into his vest. He produced a long needle with a wide opening on one end, like a bowl. He nodded to Alexander, who rolled the unconscious man over. Ames winced as he dropped shakily to his knees, his years of good mobility behind him. He ripped open Elias' shirt, poising the needle above his chest.

 

Ezekiel dropped down across from Alexander, who knelt at Elias's right side. "Will this kill him?"

 

Ames looked to Ezekiel for a moment. "I have no idea, but if I don't try he's dead already." Without another word, Ames' gaze shot back to Elias' chest, where he quickly drove the needle in...

 

Blood popped out of the top of the needle, more quickly flowing out. Ames watched carefully, laying a hand on the man's chest again. The blood then stopped, and he felt the chest rise slightly. Ames watched for a moment more before nodding and withdrawing the needle, quickly producing a patch and holding it on. He nodded to Alexander. Keep pressure on this."

 

Alexander quickly rushed forward, placing a hand firmly on the bandage. "Ames, please. What is happening to our Uncle."

 

Ames groaned as he stood, leaning heavily on his cane. He gave a sigh. "Truthfully? I don't quite know." Ames' gaze grew cold, as it had every time he thought back to his days in Helena. "All I know is, Elias is a dead man walking."

 

Ezekiel stood, sliding his hands into his vest pockets. "What does that mean?"

 

"It means his death is inevitable. There is nothing I can do to stop it, and even if there was..." Ames stopped short, frowning.

 

Ezekiel's brow rose slightly. "What?"

 

Paused for a moment more, looking down at the unconscious man. "He asked me not to." Ames' frown dissipated, his face turning neutral. "He wants us to work full steam towards getting this place finished. No excuses now."

 

Alexander's own gaze rested on Elias' face, the emotion behind it unreadable. His tone however was cold and dry. "We're on a clock."

 

 

[TJBMinecraft 821]

Tiberius John Hartcold sits in Sedan as he bandaged up minor cuts that he received during the skirmish of the council chamber, when he received news of the Sutican nobles disastrous injuries "At least one good thing came out from my last stand, the soon to be death of a Sutican loyalist who helped usurp a nobleman's rightful title and land" Tiberius grumbles gleefully as he finished wrapping his wounds before sighing as he looked at his tattered tabard and dented armour

[Setsuko_ 308]

No one knows about this?

And we get you are salty about being told no, stop being a jerk about it xD

 

[TJBMinecraft 821]

16 minutes ago, Setsuko_ said:

No one knows about this?

And we get you are salty about being told no, stop being a jerk about it xD

 

It's rp dude, if you post it on the forums and people read it then...it's well known

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