Archer duel

--In the clearing--

Stormstrike is sitting up in a tree, quiet and wearing his brown and green mix of colors cloak, this with the fact night has fallen helps to aid the beast, he sits still and alert for signs of movement below.

Tristan steps silently through the forest, his linen wrapped paws making almost no sound on the forest floor. His bow is at the ready, a deadly broadhead nocked to the string.

Stormstrike ears perk, he moves slightly and looks down as he thought he may of seen movement out of the corner of his eye, he has his longbow in paw and his own arrows in the quiver on his back.

Tristan stops, looking around, though it appears to be just a routine check, not like he's heard anything. He sighs lightly and continues on, unsuspecting of the rat in the trees above.

Stormstrike hears the sigh and peers down at the otter, he grins coldly and goes to place an arrow in the longbow and aims carefully at the otter, and he waits for a good clear shot and then lets the arrow fly towards the otter.

Tristan hears the whistling of the arrow in flight just in time to throw himself out of the way, but breaks his arrow as he lands, and has to choose another as he sprints for the cover of a nearby tree trunk, scanning the clearing, his eyes slowly moving up to the canopy.

Stormstrike lets out a low growl, he selects yet another arrow and carefully places it in the longbow, he looks down the arrow at the otter and waits till he once more has a good shot, and he stays balanced on the tree limb as he waits to fire off the arrow.

Tristan thinks he might see a rustling of leaves, but isn't sure. He removes the haversack of rations he was carrying and gives it a slight toss, hoping that the archer with go for it.

Stormstrike sees movement and takes a chance it’s the otter that moved, he fires off the arrow and it hits its target, he peers out and seeing he just killed a sack of rations he growls, seems he dislikes missing.

Tristan quickly silences a chuckle that could easily be the death of him as he sees the ration bag pierced and is certain he knows where the arrow came from. He leans out from cover and lets a black fletched arrow whiz towards the tree.

Stormstrike steps backwards as the arrow about hits his footpaw, he narrows his eyes down at the otter, he steps into view and smiles coldly "Ya think you be funny, I think you be dead water beast.” With that said he now fires an arrow towards Tristan’s head.

The arrow clips Tristan's eyebrow and he regrets his earlier overconfidence. He says, "If I didn't already know where you were I certainly know now." he drops to his knees and fires again.

Stormstrike lets out a gasp of surprise and in trying to avoid the arrow he slips from his branch as the arrow slides across his upper arm, he lets out a scream and grabs at a branch under his perch, he tries to climb back up and drops again, he rolls onto the forest floor and a bone breaking snap is heard, he stops rolling and holds his arm closes his eyes and cussing loudly

Tristan stands, but does not relax his grip on the freshly nocked arrow, "Alright, throw your bow on the ground and put your arms, er, arm in the air, and we'll be done here."

Stormstrike looks up at the otter, he isn't a fool when he has an arrow aimed at him and it's ready to be fired, he hisses low and glares at the otter, and he then bows his head "I surrender to you."

Tristan mutters to himself, "This is too easy," he steps forward carefully, "Stand up."

Stormstrike stands up slowly, he looks to the otter now "Bloodclaw will look for me when I do not return with news, and you will all suffer his wrath."

Tristan chuckles, "Friend, Bloody's got nothing on me." he quickly lets up the slack on his bow and draws a dirk, slinging the bow over his shoulder. He steps over, pulling a length of rope from his belt.

Stormstrike glares as the otter gets closer, he slips out a dagger and spins around and goes to stab the otter in the first place he can get to in a hurry "Bloodclaw WILL win against you woodlander pests."

Tristan feels the dagger slip in just under his bottom rib; he grunts and raises his dirk, bringing the steel hilt down on the rat's skull.

Stormstrike was not looking for the otter to make a move, he grins coldly and then he feels the hilt hit his head, he slumps down and onto the forest floor, out cold and will probably have a very bad headache when he wakes up.

Tristan leans down with some effort "Have a nice nap," he mutters as he binds the rat's paws, giving no consideration to his broken arm.

Stormstrike is out cold so has no come back lines for the otter, his paws are tied and he is now a captive it would seem.

--Tristan carries Stormstrike back to the abbey--

Lorimis says, "Anywhere is fine, there. My favorite rocker" he smiles as he moves he looks at the Hamster "your wares? I am afraid I am not sure what those wears are, just beware that wraskle Tristan..."

Grellin would clear his throat "Of course, I did not go directly to you. I come here baring fresh nuts, seeds...er...farming equipment and the likes! I have travelled rather far to get here; I am hoping they would be of use to you. That blasted rat stalking about your forest has poisoned my water..."

Silverfangs sits Lorimis carefully in his rocker; he looks to Grellin "He is recovering from being a recent captive to Bloodclaw."

Lorimis asks, "Might I have a sample?' he asks the Hamster?' as he sits down relaxing "now yes there good fangs...what would you have of me as well"

Silverfangs nods "Yes, I…was wandering, “He blinks a couple times and sighs, but goes on. “A place to stay, I have decided to not go back to my homelands."

Grellin's face would light up, quickly offering one of the pouches tied around his belt to the Abbot "Here you g-go, sir! Mixed, I have a bit of everything. One a-always has to have their samples." he points out, nodding. Indeed the pouch was filled with very fresh nuts and seeds.

Tristan steps into the Hall, the rat over his shoulders and his longbow in one paw. "Found that troublesome archer," he is bleeding from a wound in his stomach.

Stormstrike is out cold, he won't be waking any time soon either.

Lorimis tries a few of the nuts chewing thoughtfully as his ears orient on the fox.

Grellin sniffs about for a moment, his gaze rising to Tristan, and upon spotting him nearly doubles over in shock, his eyes immensely wide, nearly popping out. He would rush over, examining the two and placing a paw on his own cheek "M-My. T-that was quick" he says, turning to stare at the rat, scrounging his snout before gazing back at Tristan "E-er..d-do you need any help there?'

Tristan nods, setting the rat down on the table. Stormstrike appears to have a broken arm, as well as some other cuts, but not much else. "He fell out of his tree, poor dear," he says, in a mock motherly voice.

Silverfangs starts to go on when he sees Tristan, he slowly goes over to him, “You are wounded..."

Lorimis says, "Goodness Tristan, I know that this is necessary, but the great hall is no place for such, The Rat should be handed over to the patrol and you should be helped to the infirmary......."

Tristan grits his teeth as he straightens up, "Yes father abbot," he looks to Silverfangs, "Yes, the little fool was carrying a dagger, got me right under my ribs."

Grellin would gaze at each of them for a moment, turning to Tristan "Indeed. Er, I could carry this...unpleasant vermin away for you, someone should escort t-this skilled warrior to the infirmary b-before he becomes a dead one." he says, grimacing. Upon hearing of what his injury was, he winces, patting his own chest. He had been there.

Silverfangs examines the dagger wound and gets a clean cloth from his pouch and holds it to the wound, he looks in his pouch and frowns, he sniffs a little and manages to find the herb he needed and looks back to Tristan.

Lorimis says, "My Friend Fox is an excellent healer" he nods "We do have Abbey Guards to help you Sir Hamster, by the way these are some of the best nuts I have EVER tasted"

Grellin would turn to the Abbot, his surprise turning into happiness as he received the compliment "M-my! Thank you, father a-abbot. I-er... well the rest of my s-stock is in my carriage. I have managed to ward off anyone f-from tainting the supply. The farming equipment is intact, a-as well."

Tristan nods at Silver, "Thanks for the help. Turns out he wasn’t as good of an archer as we thought, I only needed two arrows."

Silverfangs studies the wound and finds thread and a needle; he looks to Tristan "This…may hurt a little.” He does place a little some an herb to it, should numb the skin a little, he is quiet and basically in healer mode, "It is not...as deep as could of been." He works slowly, but skillfully still as he sews the wound.

Lorimis says, "you are fortunate that the blades were not poisoned" he retrieves a small pouch and passes some coin to the Hamster"

Tristan nods again at the healer and grunts, "You're right of course, father, but at this point, all I can think about is a bandage on this, a hot cup of coffee, and a warm bed."

Jake arrives from the Staircase…

Lorimis says, "Perhaps Jake could help thou"

Grellin would seem to eagerly await the coin, gazing upon it as soon as he receives it and places it in another pouch, dipping his head "Y-your kindness is appreciated Father Abbot. I...m-may be staying here for a few days, I am a t-tad…s-stranded."

Silverfangs finds bandage and a mixture of healing herbs that prevent infection and swelling and places them on the wound, he gently bandages it and looks to Tristan “Keep the bandage on, keep it clean.” He sits down and sits slowly in a chair and rubs his eyes and closes them.

Jake makes his way down the stairs; he has his cloak on and stops, “What happen now?" He asks as he stands by the stairs.

Tristan nods and sits back carefully in a chair, "Thank you Silverfangs, not quite sure what we'd do without you healers," he thinks for a second, "Die, I suppose."

Lorimis says, "Now You beasts must excuse me and Silverfangs a moment, he has business with me, my old friend we can go in the library if you prefer…just for a few moments"

Lorimis says, "Jake could perhaps make that Vermin rat…um…disappear for a while, if he wishes"

Silverfangs opens his eyes and nods, "I can carry you if you need me to Lorimis.” He stands slowly and walks over to the abbot.

Tristan jerks his thumb at the table, where the rat known as Stormstrike is laying, out cold, "Caught that rat that shot you."

Grellin seems to give a puzzled look upon hearing the abbot's words. He highly doubted the rodent would want to disappear. He would simply nod to him and say "Er, very well. Best of luck to you, Father Abbot. My name is Grellin, by the way. "He adds, knowing he may end up bumping into people very often during his stay. His eyes would move onto Jake, whom he had not been introduced to.

Lorimis says, "No, I am just a little slow" the aged mouse rises and slowly makes his way to the Library"

Jake looks down at the rat and nods, "But where to put him, where he won't hurt anyone?"

Silverfangs heads off towards the Library…

Tristan taps his chin, "Could always tie him to a tree out in the orchard for the night."

Grellin attempts to speak up, a smile gracing his lips "Infirmary could work, though restraints would be-" he says, cut off by Tristan's words, giving him a bit of a strange expression "A tad...harsh" he comments, beginning to ponder what the morally righteous choice would be "As long as he does not go anywhere I suppose..."

Jake grins "Sounds fun..."He motions a guard to come over and points to the rat "Make sure he don't have any hidden weapons and tie him to a tree for now, and post a guard to watch him," The guard nods and heads off with said rat.

Tristan touches the bandage on his stomach, "Sorry to leave so quickly, but I was stabbed just a few minutes ago, so I’m off to get some rest" he rises slowly and works his way towards the stairs, handing his weapons to another passing guard.