Searching the rubble

[Tiy A. Memnon-Lockheart]

Tiy's mind was a peace and she was settled on a blanket out along the edge of the woods. Her horse was grazing not too far from her and her large wolf slept next to her in the sun. Tiy smiled and reached over to scratch her belly. She really did love that Jez was still alive. It meant a lot to have at least one friend that had not been executed. She sighed lightly and leaned against the tree that they were under and closed her eyes taking a deep breath.

She was about to take a nap when Jez jumped up and let out a low growl. Tiy looked at her and then she remembered what she had told Alexander in the Market Place just days ago. She suspected that he had whistled, because Jez was jumping around her barking at her. She got up, wrapped up the blanket and whistled for her horse. He came running up and she jumped onto his back. "Lead the way Jez!" She turned the horse around and Jez began to run towards the ruins. Tiy let out a low sigh and then kick her horse's sides and they were off in a gallop.

The entire time, she was hoping that Alexander was all right. She knew that only in desperate times did a mage call for another mage, so he must have pissed off the undead. She sighed lightly and held onto the reins tighter as she could see the ruins just over the horizon.

-a few minutes later-

Tiy reached the edge of the Old Kingdom and looked around. The dead were uneasy and groaning as they walked around. She tied her horse, far enough that she would be able to reach it, but the dead would not go that far, and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath and listening. He had mentioned something about a book, so the place to run would be the library. But she would have to fend off hoards of dead... or would she? She looked down and saw some old armor and a sword and she slipped into it, tearing her dress and smearing mud on it. She put a disguising spell on herself and began a slow walk to the library.

She looked, smelt, and acted like the undead and was able to make it to the library no problem. She ventured down the hall and around the corner to the spiraling stone stairs. Slowly, but surly she could hear a battle going on. She made it to the bottom of the stairs and blended in with the crowd of undead, wary of the leader. She made her way towards Alexander as if attacking him and then stood in front of him, holding her sword out. She knew that she looked too much like the undead for him to recognize her, so she let out a low whistle, much like the one he had just given to let him know who she was. "Be still." She could see that he had the book, and all they needed was an escape. She looked around and saw a crack in the wall that had light pouring in.

"Quick! Out this way!" She threw her hands together and shot a large stone at the crack and a avelange of rocks came from the ceiling, creating dust that would help them sneak out. She could hear the undead outside, but braced her sword tightly. She held out a hand and felt for Alexander... she felt his arm and slid down to his hand. She muttered another spell that increased the dust and she pulled him up the hole. "Come on! We Don't have far to go!"

[Cadorius]

In another surge of stone, Cadorius found himself pinned against the ceiling by a pillar of rocks. Down below, there was another flash of fire- Blood Wing had retrieved the book. No matter, Cadorius still had plenty of minions left and the man still had little avenue of escape.

Yet, then another undead arrived on the scene. Though it bore similar appearance to his own minions, Cadorius knew at once that it was not one of his. He could not mentally feel the connection he shared with his servants. What was more, it was helping the man to escape.

Cadorius let out a tremendous cry of fury. Shattering the pillar of stone with another word of ruinous power, he dropped heavily to the ground. Upon landing, he began charging toward where he had last seen the pair of them, swinging his sword in great arcs before him. Though he hewed many of his own undead in half, his sword did not find purchase in living flesh.

They were nowhere to be seen.

[Bloodwing]

Bloodwing was about to flash fire the undead the came before him, but it gave a whistle. And his hand halted. "So you did hear my call. That makes thinks a little easier." He said as he turned and followed her." His demeanor had done a three-sixty. In stead of the cold dark hatred he as acting as though he had just fallen and was glad someone was there to pick him up.

How had he not noticed a crack in the wall. it really didn't matter as soon as they where through he sealed it. So that none could follow them. That didn't mean that there weren't undead already in front of them but these lesser undead where nothing seriously the people that fell to these minions weren't even worthy of the knowledge Aesir held as far as he was concerned.

"We need to leave the city. and get back to Avaren," He said though that was obvious. "Have any plans?" He asked.

[Tiy A. Memnon-Lockheart]

As she approched him, she could see that he was about to attack her. That, honestly, made her smile. She had pulled off the look of the undead very well. She nodded to his remark and then as they rushed through the hole in the tunnel, she watched him seal it. She looked around and swung her sword at the minions still outside, and drawn to the commotion. She looked at Alexander again.

"Yes. I do." she grabbed his hand again and began to run towards the city limits. She knew for a fact that the undead could not leave the city limits without falling into ash. She was almost there when she felt a pain in her arm. Hissing, she clung to her arm, still running. One of the minions must have got here while she wasn't paying attention. As far as she knew, she would only have to be worried about the cut if it were an enchanted blade, which she had heard only the Dark Knight behind them in the tunnel possessed.

She ran out of the city, still clinging to Alexander's hand and then whistled for her horse. She jumped up, now showing her arm to Alexander, since she was turned the other way, but offered her hand to him to help him up on the horse. "Come on!"

[Bloodwing]

He grabbed her hand ad got onto the horse, and it wasn't untill they where running off that he noticed how much blood was covering her clothes. and it was warm, fresh from a wound. From having inflicted so many wound himself he was sort of familiar with them. They just leaving aesir when he decided to say something. "Would you like me to cauterize that wound?" He asked.

[Tiy A. Memnon-Lockheart]

As she kicked the sides of her horse, they took off away from Aesir, Jez running beside them. She smiled lightly at her and then looked back over her shoulder at Alexander and raised a brow. She reached up with her unaffected arm and ripped her sleeve off, exposing the entire wound. "Go... right ahead..." she could feel herself getting light headed.

[Bloodwing]

"I'm not going to lie this is going to hurt quiet a bit but It will keep you fro loosing too mch blood." He said he lifted a finger and a a whit hot spark of pure heat appeared just in front of his finger. He placed his finger to the wound the blood vaporized as the skin was basically melted back together, singing the nerves shut and making the scar go numb after an instant of agony. Once the wound was closed he took the sleeve she had torn off and wiped as much blood as he could off. "Sorry, but it will heal." He said hoping she hadn't passed out.

[Tiy A. Memnon-Lockheart]

She let out a loud scream as he lit the flame against her skin. Jez looked at her worried and told her to hold on. Tiy gasped as he finished and began to wipe up the blood. She knew that it would indeed help the healing process, but she couldn't help but feel the pain circulating up and down her arm. She let out a shaky breath and looked at him over her shoulder. She nodded silently and carried on. She muttered a spell that would help the horse and Jez not tire and she closed her eyes, to keep breathing, to keep from passing out. All she could say is: "I-I know...."