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PELARGIR: Oathbreaking With Vengeance, Part 3
Ceredir tries to escape Gondor's wrath, seeking haven with the Haradrim and instead coming to what seems to be a watery end
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Location: Pelargir
Game Date: October 9, 3050
IC Time: Late afternoon
Weather: Clear
Description:
Pelargir: The Havens - Merchant Quays
Chaos surrounds you--myriad forms of men and beast crowd and swirl, here for a moment and then vanished, leaving behind them smells that range from pungent spices to acrid pitch and turpentine. This, then, is the merchants quarter of Pelargirs docks on the wine-dark Anduin.
Daylight shines down upon the river flowing swiftly westward and upon the round-hulled vessels of commerce that even now glide to and from port, bearing cargoes varied and sundry. To the north stand the mighty black-rock walls that gird Pelargir to the south flows Anduin, and to the east stretch more docks and the main causeway that leads both into Pelargir proper and across the Great River to the further bank.
What had been a lovely, clear afternoon in Lebennin is now going on near to early evening, and the day, though still cloudless, has turned rather strange. Across the docks, the sounds of shouts and screams has carried from the gates before the quays, drawing the attention and consternation of those on the ships.
And now, a sight and sound yet stranger: A contingent of military men, not in formation, yet armed for war, marching toward the merchant quays, indeed toward the Haradhrim ships--the Variyah. And at the head of this group, a Master Scout, bloodied and staggering under the weight of another--a Knight of the Order of the Swans, though the man has passed out.
And now the pair--Ceredir and Findon it is--begin making their way up the gangplank of the Variyah, leaving Gondor's military men behind.
Or rather, Ceredir, one hand and arm soaked with blood, is dragging Findon up the plank.
[Aearon(#16333)]
Standing at the foot of gangplank is the Lieutenant Aearon with his contingent of some fifteen soldiers behind him, swords and spears at the ready all with looks of anger and irritation upon his face. Looking at the traitor and his prisoner the Lieutenant shouts "RELEASE HIM!!"
Brethir, returning from the Hall of Healing, stops and wields his sword. "This is the point of decision whether he goes or not."
[<#24191>] The shouts and cries, and too the sound of someone on the gangplank do not escape those on the Variyah. A ship's mate quickly runs to the rails and takes in the scene, tracing the line of Gondorians to their target, and his plank.
'Yildirim!' he shouts, ""
His words, regardless of their content, seem to awake the ship, as the sounds of activity echo through it.
[Eruphel(#20109)]
A crowd is already gathered, looking on at the squad of soldiers, and Ceredir dragging the limp man up the plank. With such a press, the pitter pattering of running feet can scarely be heard even nearby, and certainly not above the din of the crowd. But even so, a Southron dancing girl makes her way to the edge of the crowd on the dock with haste, her cheeks flush already from quite a run. And then, from the back of the crowd, Maha begins to press her way forward, to see better, hopping up and down occasionally to get a better glance over the shoulders.
[Yildirim(#24191)]
Called by his countrymen, Yildirim is soon at the edge of the gangplank surveying the situation. He breaks into a smile as the scene's situation becomes clear to him.
"Ceredir. You have brought friends, I see."
A wave is given to the Lieutenant, "Ahoy, Aearon Telpekhor. What brings you to my Lady's boat?" he questions, hand idly falling on the handle of his blade.
There's relief in Ceredir's voice as his name is called from the Variyah. He stops struggling to pull Findon up the plank for a moment and twists about to speak to Yildirim.
"A gift, you might say. A guest. For a little while, I deem, though, only."
He tugs again, struggling to move Findon further up the plank. "Some help from your men, Yildirim?"
[Aearon(#16333)]
Looking to Yildirim, the Lieutenant says "If Ceredir is in deed your friend then we may have a problem, for his is a traitor and spy, who has attacked and injured Sir Findon.." Looking back to the traitor for a moment he continues "In hopes of keeping the truce I request that you turn him over to my immediately.." hearing the words of the Traitor he says "If any of your men are to touch Sir Findon or you are to harbor such a criminal and his hostage it shall be seen as an act of war and a breaking of the Truce.."
[Yildirim(#24191)]
"This strikes me as..." Yildirim considers, "A rash request, Ceredir." He points to Aearon, "The Lieutenant has a what seems to be a fairly reasoned argument. Do you not agree?"
He calls down to Aearon, "Ceredir is no friend of mine. This I have the scars to prove. But that is neither here nor there."
"What proof do you offer that Ceredir is a traitor? And in this tense situation, until it is resolved, I would request you do not cross onto the plank. Simple precautions. I'm sure you understand."
[Aearon(#16333)]
Stepping down off of the gangplank the Lieutenant bows his head to Yildirim and says "What other proof do I need than his actions, his attempt to take a noble Lady as a prisoner, thrusting a knife into her back.. Then taking Sir Findon hostage and causing his unconsciousness due to blood loss.. " Pausing a moment he says "I need not mention the other evidence brought forth against him by his own company of two renown Rangers of Ithilien.."
[Eruphel(#20109)]
Maha squeezes her way forward, not pushing so much as to garner attention to herself, yet not content to rest until she is at the front of the crowd. Quite suddenly, she bursts forth between two Gondorian men, her blue silk dancing dress causing the gold coins sewn to it to gleam in the setting sun. Now able to see finally, she glances up to Yildirim, and then over to the Nimrizan's railing, where another crowd is gathering.
"Ah. Well, I suppose I could just leave him here," Ceredir says with a shrug, though one hand still is grasped securely on Findon.
"So which is it, Aearon? YOu claimed I broke the truce--which means I am a citizen of Harad. I claim that, in fact, I owe my allegiance to the true King of Gondor. And that, being so, Gondor first broke the truce. Thusly."
Letting his grip go on Findon, he pushes back his cloak to reveal a bloody wound crudely bandaged on his back.
"I seek haven with my liege lord and I call on Gondor to make amends for the breakign of the truce by Ranger Maeglach."
[<#24191>] Yildirim seems impressed by the list of complaints on Ceredir, but winces as Ceredir declares he allegiance, 'No truce was broken for Pelargir is not in flames which it surely would be if Umbar broken their promise. But a Haradrim breaking the law within Pelargir was agreed to be tried as a Gondorian and not traitor. These are the laws of your land, Aearon, not mine. Regardless, it is not for me to decide if we are willing to truly break our word. Another must come for that.'
He sees Maha, for she is a sight difficult to miss, and motions for her to continue on her path down the dock.
To Ceredir, his voice lowers, "I cannot aid you. Nor would I for bringing this trouble on my Lady. She is coming. And you will wait for her."
[Azradi(#20135)]
From the direction of the gates, a small trio approaches: Lady Farside flanked by a pair of her guards.
Her gray eyes narrow at the tableau before her and she issues a command in Haradaic to her men. The two swarthy men begin to clear a path through the excited crowd between them and their ship. In their wake strides tall Azradi, her mien set grimly.
She reaches Aearon and his men just as Ceredir begins speaking. Her jaw sets painfully. "What," she says, biting hard on the words, after he's finished, "is happening here?"
[Aearon(#16333)]
Hearing the words of the Traitor the Lieutenant looks at him with disgust and says "You serve a false king that has been proved false by the Lords and Steward of Gondor.. The truce is broken if indeed you are given Haven.." Looking to Sir Findon, as if checking on him he looks back to Yildirim and says "I request that this treasonous man be turned over to my custody, he has attacked men of Gondor" Looking back to the Traitor he says "Wasnt it you who first struck out at the Ranger and then escaped.."
Hearing the words of Lady Farside the Lieutenant turns about and says "Make way!" Looking to the lady the Lieutenant bows his head and say "This Traitor Ceredir has attacked a multitude of Gondorian citizens and soldiers in the name of his false king, and now claims that you will give him haven upon your ship.. I Must request in hopes of keeping the truce the he be turned over to my custody and Sir Findon returned so that he may receive the mush needed help of the Healers.. He has already stabbed Lady Tathar this day.."
[Eruphel(#20109)]
Amusement plays across Maha's face briefly as Ceredir argues the finer points of being Haradrim, or not Haradrim, and the accusation that Gondor first broke the truce. But she catches Yildirim's beckoning wave, and nods. But instead, she begins to sidestep along the edge of the crowd to skirt the principal participants on a roundabout path toward the Seaward ship, the Nimrizan.
"Yildirim..." THen, turning his head, Ceredir spots the dancing girl on the docks. "Lady Seaward!" he calls to her. "Surely the Farside Lady must be...ah..." He falls silent for a moment as Azradi arrives, then scowls at Aearon's demands.
"No, I did not in fact attack Ranger Maeglach. He attacked me in a crowd, endangering Gondor and Harad citizens alike. ASk your Scout Daerthor. He was there and witness to it all. I struck no blow. As for the Lady Tathar, she is unharmed. A scratch. As are Findon's wounds. A scratch, an attempt to gain haven."
[Yildirim(#24191)]
Yildirim removes his blade slowly, blocking the entrance to the ship with his body, "Be not wary, Aearon, I only arm myself to prevent Ceredir from boarding and to defend Lady Farside if she is put in danger. I await her commands in this matter." For Ceredir, he says naught.
[Eruphel(#20109)]
Maha stops suddenly, blanching paler than her usual dusky hue. She presses her lips to a think pale line, her hand reaching to her hip, finding nothing but a dancer's skirt. She sends a quick glance in the direction of Azradi's voice, and then looks at the Gondorian Lieutenant and his men, her body language tense and ready to move.
[Azradi(#20135)]
"In the name of the truce?" echoes Azradi, turning her steely gaze to Aearon, "I do not see how we have broken it. This man is a Gondorian who has attacked Gondorians."
She pauses and glances towards Ceredir as he proclaims his innocence, "Allegedly attacked Gondorians," she amends.
"Stop threatening me, Lieutenant - it is insulting. I am a Lady of Umbar and I will deal with this accordingly."
She shifts her eyes to the crumpled form of the knight at Ceredir's feet. "First, let us see to Swan-Knight Findon. He clearly needs a healer. Step a way from him Ceredir and let the Lieutenant's men take him to safety."
[Aearon(#16333)]
Looking to the dancing girl, who may or may not be Lady Seaward the Lieutenant gives her a confused look, Paying no heed to the rest of the words of the Traitor the Lieutenant looks to Yildirim and gives him an acknowledging bow of his head and returns his look to Lady Farside " I did not intend to threaten you, I am simply requesting that you not given haven to a criminal and traitor.."
"The Knight is but lightly wounded," Ceredir shakes his head. But still, he steps away from the Swansmen, backing up the gangplank toward Yildirim and keeping his eyes on Aearon.
[Azradi(#20135)]
"Lightly wounded or not," responds Azradi, "he does not need to be lying on that narrow gangplank, unconscious and dragged about like a child's favorite blanket."
"Send your men to bring him to the dock, Lieutenant, and let us discuss this situation further."
Lady Farside hazards a glance to the dancing girl, frowning slightly. She shakes her head, nearly imperceptably.
[Yildirim(#24191)]
Cries to clear a path call from behind Lady Farside for the Pelargir Watch, clad in their leathers and bearing wicked spears, march on the docks. At their head, a Captain of the watch, beside him, Gwendion, Herald of Imrahil. Trailing behind the pair, clad in the whites of a young squire is Calarion, and it is to he that Gwendion speaks as they walk, "I know not this Ceredir. But if the Haradrim are indeed breaking the truce..." he does not finish, instead comments to the Captain, "We must burn their ships at once. And slay the Lady Farside if we cannot capture her."
As the path clears, the scene opens up before them with all its players.
[Aearon(#16333)]
Seeing the traitor step away from the Knight the Lieutenant looks to two of his soldiers and says "Leave your weapons, but go retrieve Sir Findon and take him to the Healers immediately.." looking to the Lady of Umbar he says "As you have said he is a man of Gondor and has broken our laws.. I graciously request that you turn him over to me for detainment so that he may be judged by our laws.."
Quickly two soldiers move up the gangplank, eyes on the traitor with looks of hatred upon their faces, carefully they pick the injured Knight up and begin to take him off of the gangplank
Hearing the words of the way to be cleared the Lieutenant looks and sees the Knight and his company and smiles slightly, then returns his gaze to the Lady of Farside.
[Azradi(#20135)]
"Ah, but this is sticky legal situation," replies Azradi to the Lieutenant, a smile upon her lips that is almost playful. Her eyes move beyond the Host officer to the approaching Knight-Herald. "And here is Lord Gwendion! Welcome, Sir-Knight! Your people, as ever, have decided to make my day interesting."
"I have done nothing other than what I had to to escape an attack upon me by Gondor," Ceredir shakes his head again. "Gondor claims we broke a truce," he includes himself with the Haradhrim. "Yet Gondor broke the truce first and I only fled their attacks, defending myself and not inflicting succh harm as they caused me."
And he turns to send a hard look to Azradi, continuing, "I must ask you, Lady. Of what use are oaths?" He elaborates no further on the question, frowning at the arrival of the Knight Herald.
[Eruphel(#20109)]
Maha's poor pallor suddenly retreats, and her color returns with a vengeance, her face flushing now. Setting her jaw resolutely, she turns and doggedly walks toward the Nimrizan's gangplank, tense and seemingly singleminded in her purpose, yet her eyes keep glancing to the company of armed Gondorian men.
[Yildirim(#24191)] Yildirim's eyes follow Maha as she walks, darting only to Azradi briefly as words are exchanged.
[Aearon(#16333)]
Gesturing for his soldiers to get out of the way of the dancing girl..or is it Lady Seaward, the Lieutenant returns his look to Ceredir and says "I though you were of Gondorian blood? You now claim to be of Umbar.. Which would meant that you have been spying on Gondor during said Festival.." shaking his head he turns his gaze to the Knight as he approaches.
[Yildirim(#24191)]
"Captain, we must halt."
A nod from the mailed Watchman and he raises his fist, his men coming to a halt. "This has not the look of a fight. Yet. Let us wait here a while yet. They cannot escape us if they retreat. The Hosts seem to have the situation in hand." Then Azradi calls him out and he frowns.
"Lady, I apologize for the interruption. I am hear on word that something more dire was occurring than what appears here. I will wait with the Guard and allow the Hosts," he motions to Aearon, "To continue their work. I outrank them, if need be, but I respect their command of their duties as well. My apologies again."
"Squire," he turns to Calarion, "Go and listen to their conversation. But be mindful of your words. This is a dangerous situation. Do not enflame it more."
Calarion bows slightly, 'Yes, sir." He hurries off to the group, "I come as an emissary for Lord Gwendion!" he calls out, "What events have happened here?" he turns to the Lieutenant, "Lord Gwendion comes with the city guard, how should they be of service when they arrive here?"
[Aearon(#16333)]
Looking to the squire he says "You know the events that have unfolded, as for the Knights men, they should hold their position for this is of a diplomatic matter now.." Returning his look to the Lady of Farside.
[Azradi(#20135)]
"Now," begins Lady Farside cheerfully, "We have a man of Gondor who claims he is Haradrim because he is sworn to the /true/ King of Gondor, my brother - Alphros." Upon uttering the word 'true', Azradi shoots Lieutenant Aearon a withering glance. "The problem with this claim is that, Alphros as King, is King of Gondor - not Harad. Ceredir cannot claim citizenship of Harad as such - or as you have more accurately pointed out, Umbar. He is a loyal subject of Gondor."
"However, this man /has/ come to me seeking my help. I would be a heartless and cruel Lady if I handed him over without question as to what the nature of his crimes have been. Is there a law in Gondor that says one may not think Alphros's claim to the throne is a true one? A very strange law, if there is. Generally, laws deal with actions and not ideas."
[Azradi(#20135)]
repose>"Now," begins Lady Farside cheerfully, "We have a man of Gondor who claims he is Haradrim because he is sworn to the /true/ King of Gondor, my brother - Alphros." Upon uttering the word 'true', Azradi shoots Lieutenant Aearon a withering glance. "The problem with this claim is that, Alphros as King, is King of Gondor - not Harad. Ceredir cannot claim citizenship of Harad as such - or as you have more accurately pointed out, Umbar. He is a loyal subject of Gondor."
"However, this man /has/ come to me seeking my help. I would be a heartless and cruel Lady if I handed him over without question as to what the nature of his crimes have been. Is there a law in Gondor that says one may not think Alphros's claim to the throne is a true one? A very strange law, if there is. Generally, laws deal with actions and not ideas."
[Eruphel(#20109)]
As the soldiers move out of her way, Maha quickens her pace, leaping the last step onto the Nimrizan's gangplank. She moves up the gangplank more slowly now, even stopping to pause, looking across the water to the next ship, where Ceredir backs up higher and higher. She stares at him intently for a few seconds, deep in thought, and then she proceeds once again up the gangplank, looking up at the railing and the sailors who look on, some of them even extending a hand to grasp, once she gets within reach. And she reaches for them. But in so doing, she missteps, her foot landing too far to the right, and it slips off the side. With a slight whimper, she falls down the side of the ship, splashing loudly in the water.
[Aearon(#16333)]
Listening to the words of the Lady of Farside the Lieutenant thinks a moment and says "It is not against the law to think such things, though through the diligent work of the Rangers of Ithilien it has been found that he is a spy and has given information to our enemies." stopping for a moment he takes a breath and continues "He was found to be a traitor of Gondor due to his actions, he has also attacked a Noble Lady of Gondor and ran from the authorities, if he was truly not a traitor or spy wouldnt he of turned himself in and let our laws find him innocent if that were the case."
Looking to the squire the Lieutenant says "Nothing has aspired as of yet." Hearing the splash the Lieutenant turns and says What was that?"
Calarion frowns slightly, "I am sorry, Lieutenant, but I was asking what events had transpired since I was sent on my errand. And, I am prepared to help in whatever way I am needed. The Lord Gwendion has directed me to speak for him hear and report what happens when I return to him, yet I am prepared to go beyond those duties if you wish for me to."
"Then, Lady," Ceredir addresses Azradi, turning toward her, "I humbly request that these alleged crimes be judged by the true King of Gondor. My liege lord. I put my life in his hands but ask for a hearing before him."
More it seems he would say, but in turning, he pauses, catching sight of the dancing girl. A brief frown crosses his face and then surprise as Maha falls in the water.
"Lady!" A shout from Ceredir--and then he is diving off the plank, into the water after Maha.
[Aearon(#16333)]
Seeing Ceredir dive into the water the Lieutenant looks to his men and says "You three!"
Stripping off their helms and leather jerkins the three soldiers are in the water mere moments after Ceredir, going to assist in the rescue? Or something else?
Turning back to the Lady of Umbar he says "They will have here back on dry land as soon as possible.."
[Azradi(#20135)]
Upon the point of speaking again, the first splash catches Azradi's attention too. Glancing first to the Lieutenant, she looks in the direction it came from - the neighboring berth. "Someone fell from the Nimrizan, perhaps?"
A look of genuine concern crosses the lady's features and again, she seems about to call out something to the Seaward ship when Ceredir cries out and jumps into the water. Turning swiftly, she just manages to glimpse the man diving into the water. She runs to the short distance to the dock's edge. "Her? Who fell, Lieutenant?"
[Aearon(#16333)]
Staying but a stride behind the Lady of Umbar he says "I believe it was the Lady Maha, she was going up the gangplank.." Looking into the waters he begins to scan the surface looking for those who are in the water.
[Eruphel(#20109)]
The initial splash of the fallen woman subsides, the instant foam that floats on the water where she entered begins to dissipate, the waves rippling excitedly at first in the area, then slowly calming until the water simply undulates in the same random waving pattern as all of the rest of the waters. The dancing girl does not come up.
Encumbered by leather armor and a helm, Ceredir sinks fast, hitting the water close to where Maha went in. Something does bob to the top after a moment...his helm.
[Aearon(#16333)]
The soldiers of Gondor that are now in the water, continue to dive below the surface and pop back up moments later.. Searching for the woman who fell, they pay little to no attention to the Traitor, though as they pop up gasping for air they call to one and other saying "Have you found her? Can you see her?"
[Azradi(#20135)]
"The woman can swim," Azradi declares, a note of worry in her tone. "If she has not surfaced, she may have hit her head. Search thoroughly, I entreat you."
[Aearon(#16333)]
Hearing the words of the Lady of Umbar, the Lieutenant says "They will continue to search until they find her" Looking to his soldiers he points to three more and says "In the water.."
Though with a half grunt the men strip off their helm and leather jerkins and dive into the water with a splash.
Still scanning the water the Lieutenant says "Where is the traitor Ceredir.."
[Azradi(#20135)]
"I would guess he used Maha's fall as a ruse to try and escape," Azradi replies, rather darkly. "He must have guessed I had no intention of giving him sanctuary."
"But if you intend to search for him, then let our people join in the search for the girl. She has no reason to aid that man, she has no love for Gondorians. I would not like to see her mishap end in her death just because your man chose to take advantage of it."
[Aearon(#16333)]
Still looking at the water the Lieutenant says "I am sure he did.. My men will continue to search for both of them, though any assistance my men would appreciate.." Looking to the lady of Umbar he says "They will both be found, and Ceredir will stand trial for his crimes against Gondor.."
[Azradi(#20135)]
"Variyah, Nimrizan!" Azradi calls out loudly, cupping her hands. "Set down the long boats! Search for the dancer Maha! Look for the Gondorian!"
The crews of both ships run to do as bid, shouting to one another as they do so. Following the Tower lady's instructions, five boats - two from the Variyah and three from Nimrizan - are slowly lowered to the water further crowding the area near the two berths already crowded with several Gondorian swimmers.
[Aearon(#16333)]
Looking away from the Water the Lieutenant says "It would seem that there is little that can be done but search for the pair.. Ceredir has evaded detainment for the time.." An irritated look upon his face the Lieutenant looks to his soldiers and says "Two of you, go inform the Navy of these events, tell them to send aid, in the hopes of finding the missing pair.."
[Eruphel(#20109)]
Aboard the Nimrizan, there is much activity, lowering boats, and crew practically hanging off the sides, searching the water visually. It is chaos, for sure. But then there is an outcry from the other side of the ship, and some of the crew point down at the water, near the bow of the ship, "There! Look there!" And surely, near the bow, a body begins to float into view, face up, eyes closed. It is the dancing girl.
Brethir rushes to the dock and yells to the ship pull her in.
[Daerthor(#31594)]
Another soldier appears on the scene, this one a scout. His face, now in a familiar frown, sharply questions an innocent onlooker: "What's happening? Why the commotion? Has the traitor done more, again?" The man whispers all that has transpired in his ear. With a quick word of thanks, Daerthor strides up to the docks, squinting in the direction everyone is pointing at.
[Azradi(#20135)]
Azradi picks up her skirts slightly and dashes down the next berth, her gray eyes searching for the reported body. "There, Lieutenant! Your men are closest to her!"
[Aearon(#16333)]
Hearing the shouting upon the ship the Lieutenant looks to the men in the water and sees that three of the soldiers are already swimming that direction, with the others turning about and following suit. Looking to the Lady of Umber he says "They will get her"
Two of the soldiers are almost upon the lady, while the third man, the fastest swimmer reaches her and supports her head, keeping it above water and checking her for injuries.."
[Calarion(#31193)] "Hail Scout" Calarion says as Daerthor approaches, "I see you have decided to join us. Saddly, Ceredir has evaded us once again and the body of a dancing girl floats here in the water. We only hope that she may live." He bekons the scout to the edge of the docks to where Aearon says, "The Lieutenant is leading us in this effort," he glances around at the southrons, "at least the Gondorians among us. I suggest you ask him how you may assist."
[Aearon(#16333)]
The other two soldiers have now reached Maha, and proceed to assist in her rescue, one looks to the peer and shouts "Send a boat? Or toss a rope.. We have her.."
Hearing the words of his soldiers the Lieutenant looks to the Lady of Umbar and says "How quickly can you have a boat down to them? Or should we fetch a rope."
[Daerthor(#31594)]
"Hello, Squire," says Daerthor in response. "I will ask the Lieutenant," he replies, his voice hard. "But I think the sea is saturated with enough swimmers for the moment I would be a hindrance. Yet we could help simply by looking out for the traitor, evasive man he is, as you have said."
With that, he moves towards Aearon and Azradi. "Lieutenant, sir Lady Farside. Is there anything I could do to help? Shall I fetch a healer?"
[Azradi(#20135)]
"I find something!" exclaims an excited voice from across the water, accented strongly. Water splashes as one of the boats rows a little further out. A few moments pass, then a thwoking sound is can be heard as one corsair knocks another on the back of the head. "Hakim! It is just a bit a junk floatin' on the water!"
Ignoring the scene going on beyond the ships, Azradi turns to the Lieutenant. "A rope," she answers, "it will be quicker."
Good seaman crew the Nimrizan even before the Lady finishes her suggestion, a deckhand rushes down the gangplank, coiled rope in hand.
[Eruphel(#20109)]
The dancing girl floats in the water limply, her head held securely in the hands of Gondorians. She breathes shallowly, if at all.
[Aearon(#16333)]
Quickly two soldiers run to the aid of the Corsair with the rope, as the rope is tossed into the water, they prepare to hoist her up.
The Soldiers in the water help swim the lady Maha to the rope and begin to tie it about her. Looking to the Peer they shout "Hoist her up, quickly! Her breathing is unsteady!" And with that the soldiers and corsair begin to pull.
[Azradi(#20135)]
"Yes, a healer would be good," Azradi agrees belatedly, looking now at Daerthor a bit anxiously.
[<#31193>] Calarion +whispers to Aearon, "... ... ... ... ... ... ..., but ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... need ... ... with ...... he ... only get ... ... ... ... ... ... act, ... ... ... will ... for him to evade .... ... suggest ... ... ... ... healer and ... ... on ... search."
[Aearon(#16333)]
Looking to Daerthor he says "Fetch a healer, and be quick.. We do not know the severity of her injuries.." Looking to the Lady of Farside he says "I must take my leave, I have to report this and begin the search for the body of the Traitor.. I thank you for your assistance in this mater Lady Farside.." Bowing his head the Lieutenant steps away, Looking to his soldiers in the water he says "continue the search, you will have replacements shortly!" that being said he retires towards the Knight and his soldiers disappearing into the crowd.
[Daerthor(#31594)]
Nodding, Daerthor rushes out of the docks, returning moments later with a flustered woman. "Her, lady," he gestures to Maha, limply hanging by the rope. "It appears she might have inhaled a lot of water."
The healer tuts, waiting for her patient to be placed ashore, while rummaging through her small emergency bag for her healing aids.
[Azradi(#20135)]
Lady Farside merely nods to the Lieutenant, then returns to the dancer's side. Crouching beside her, but staying out of the healer's way.
The corsair ships continue the search, albeit with a bit less enthusiasm now that their own has been found. Drowning Gondorians, it seems, does not keep their attention as well.
Calarion turns to Lady Farside, "I wish you well and hope the Maha's condition will improve. I must report to Lord Gwendion. I may return and may not, but I leave you with not but that when the day comes that you may assist us in finding the traitor." With that, the white squire turns away from the crowd and begins to walk off.
[Azradi(#20135)]
Lady Farside merely nods to the Lieutenant, turning back to watch his men pull the limp form of Maha out of the water. They lay her gently on the dock and Azradi goes immediately to crouch beside her. Leaning forward, the Southron lady puts her ear near the dancer's mouth. "No! She breathes she must not have taken in water."
The corsair ships continue the search, albeit with a bit less enthusiasm now that their own has been found. Drowning Gondorians, it seems, does not keep their attention as well.
[Daerthor(#31594)]
The healer rushes towards the Haradrim girl, reaching out to touch her cheek. "May I?" she asks the lady a rhetorical question, it seems. "She looks cold. Go get some hot water!" Her hand flaps at Daerthor, who immediately complies. Meanwhile, the healer crushes some herbs from a vial while uncorking another of smelling salts. The strange mix of smells permeates the air around Maha.
[Eruphel(#20109)]
The dancing girl's face turns, is if fighting some invisible hold on her head, then she gasps and coughs, trying to cover her face and rub her nose, still coughing and gagging.
[Azradi(#20135)]
"Of course," Azradi replies, and leans back so the healer can ply her art. When the dancer begins to come to, choking and coughing, Lady Farside calls her name, anxiously, "Maha? Can you hear me?"
[Eruphel(#20109)]
Maha tries to turn on her side, if the healer will let her. Eyes still closed, she says in a low, gravelly voice, "I want my ship." Then she coughs again, this time intentionally, but it is a dry cough.
[Daerthor(#31594)]
With a grim nod, the healer re-corks the vial of smelling salts, leaving the air much more refreshing.
Meanwhile, Daerthor returns with a small pot of steaming water. "I hope this is warm enough, healer," he says anxiously, peering at the gagging Maha. The healer gives a brief smile of acknowledgement and soaks a piece of cloth in the water, using it to support the back of the dancing girl's head, patting her cheeks with the edges.
"Does she need covering? My cloak is quite clean..." he unclasps his cloak, holding it out, should it be needed. "Ship...?" he trails off uncertainly.
[Azradi(#20135)]
"She is staying on the Nimrizan," Azradi explains rather absently, watching the healer tend to the woman. "Most of our folk sleep on their ships - there is little room for us in the city."
"Can you walk, Maha? Or should I summon a couple of deckhands to bring you aboard?"
[Eruphel(#20109)]
"I would..." Maha tries to sit up, if she is allowed. "I would like assistance, please." She glances up at Azradi now, appending, "Lady." Then she looks at the faces of some of her other rescuers, and the healer. "I'll be fine..." she says, and reaches up for a hand to steady her as she attempts to get up.
[Daerthor(#31594)]
The healer frowns. "I think you should spend some time in the halls of healing," she says. "At least for just one night. We do not know what has been in that water."
Daerthor now holds out his hand as Maha attempts to get out, his cloak folded over one arm.
Brethir, standing tentatively, says, "Are there any orders for me?"
[Azradi(#20135)]
Rising, Azradi also extends her hand to Maha. She gestures to the Seaward Corsair who brought the rope before turning back to the healer. "Your concern is appreciated, Healer, but the Nimrizan has healers of its own. Maha maybe more comfortable with our own as her Westron is not very strong."
"She is the one who fell into the water," she says as an aside to Brethir.
Maha grasps both hands, steadying herself and leaning heavily on both the Umbarean Lady and the Gondorian man. Teetering slightly, she sighs. "I don't want to dance any more." she says almost dejectedly.
Still frowning, the healer considers, well aware of the slight political situation before her. "As long as she is in the care of a healer, and not left to her own devices," she eventually concedes, albeit with some reluctance.
Daerthor's expression takes on one of bewilderment, as though shocked that Maha would even consider... not dancing.
Maha gives Azradi a long look. "Lady, I will go where you say." she says with a tired voice. "But I wish to lay down."
"No one will make you dance, Maha," Lady Farside replies, a note of amusement in her voice.
"She will be seen to, of course," Azradi assures the healer. Craning her head to see past Maha, the Farside Lady says then to Daerthor, "If you might lend her your cloak, this deckhand and I can help her into the ship."
"I thank you both for your assistance. I hope you find the man you are looking for."
"Thank you for your help in the search," says Daerthor, while clasping the cloak around Maha's shoulders. The healer nods, reassured somewhat by Azradi's words. Scooping up the pot of warm water and her medicinal bag, she thrusts the pot towards Brethir. "Here, scout. Help me bring this back, and thank them for their speedy help."
The Seaward corsair takes the Scout's place, holding up the soggy dancer on one side while Lady Farside props her up from the other. Without another word, the three Southroners carefully make their way up the Nimrazan's gangplank and disappear into the ship.
Pelargir: The Havens - Merchant Quays
Chaos surrounds you--myriad forms of men and beast crowd and swirl, here for a moment and then vanished, leaving behind them smells that range from pungent spices to acrid pitch and turpentine. This, then, is the merchants quarter of Pelargirs docks on the wine-dark Anduin.
Daylight shines down upon the river flowing swiftly westward and upon the round-hulled vessels of commerce that even now glide to and from port, bearing cargoes varied and sundry. To the north stand the mighty black-rock walls that gird Pelargir to the south flows Anduin, and to the east stretch more docks and the main causeway that leads both into Pelargir proper and across the Great River to the further bank.
What had been a lovely, clear afternoon in Lebennin is now going on near to early evening, and the day, though still cloudless, has turned rather strange. Across the docks, the sounds of shouts and screams has carried from the gates before the quays, drawing the attention and consternation of those on the ships.
And now, a sight and sound yet stranger: A contingent of military men, not in formation, yet armed for war, marching toward the merchant quays, indeed toward the Haradhrim ships--the Variyah. And at the head of this group, a Master Scout, bloodied and staggering under the weight of another--a Knight of the Order of the Swans, though the man has passed out.
And now the pair--Ceredir and Findon it is--begin making their way up the gangplank of the Variyah, leaving Gondor's military men behind.
Or rather, Ceredir, one hand and arm soaked with blood, is dragging Findon up the plank.
[Aearon(#16333)]
Standing at the foot of gangplank is the Lieutenant Aearon with his contingent of some fifteen soldiers behind him, swords and spears at the ready all with looks of anger and irritation upon his face. Looking at the traitor and his prisoner the Lieutenant shouts "RELEASE HIM!!"
Brethir, returning from the Hall of Healing, stops and wields his sword. "This is the point of decision whether he goes or not."
[<#24191>] The shouts and cries, and too the sound of someone on the gangplank do not escape those on the Variyah. A ship's mate quickly runs to the rails and takes in the scene, tracing the line of Gondorians to their target, and his plank.
'Yildirim!' he shouts, "
His words, regardless of their content, seem to awake the ship, as the sounds of activity echo through it.
[Eruphel(#20109)]
A crowd is already gathered, looking on at the squad of soldiers, and Ceredir dragging the limp man up the plank. With such a press, the pitter pattering of running feet can scarely be heard even nearby, and certainly not above the din of the crowd. But even so, a Southron dancing girl makes her way to the edge of the crowd on the dock with haste, her cheeks flush already from quite a run. And then, from the back of the crowd, Maha begins to press her way forward, to see better, hopping up and down occasionally to get a better glance over the shoulders.
[Yildirim(#24191)]
Called by his countrymen, Yildirim is soon at the edge of the gangplank surveying the situation. He breaks into a smile as the scene's situation becomes clear to him.
"Ceredir. You have brought friends, I see."
A wave is given to the Lieutenant, "Ahoy, Aearon Telpekhor. What brings you to my Lady's boat?" he questions, hand idly falling on the handle of his blade.
There's relief in Ceredir's voice as his name is called from the Variyah. He stops struggling to pull Findon up the plank for a moment and twists about to speak to Yildirim.
"A gift, you might say. A guest. For a little while, I deem, though, only."
He tugs again, struggling to move Findon further up the plank. "Some help from your men, Yildirim?"
[Aearon(#16333)]
Looking to Yildirim, the Lieutenant says "If Ceredir is in deed your friend then we may have a problem, for his is a traitor and spy, who has attacked and injured Sir Findon.." Looking back to the traitor for a moment he continues "In hopes of keeping the truce I request that you turn him over to my immediately.." hearing the words of the Traitor he says "If any of your men are to touch Sir Findon or you are to harbor such a criminal and his hostage it shall be seen as an act of war and a breaking of the Truce.."
[Yildirim(#24191)]
"This strikes me as..." Yildirim considers, "A rash request, Ceredir." He points to Aearon, "The Lieutenant has a what seems to be a fairly reasoned argument. Do you not agree?"
He calls down to Aearon, "Ceredir is no friend of mine. This I have the scars to prove. But that is neither here nor there."
"What proof do you offer that Ceredir is a traitor? And in this tense situation, until it is resolved, I would request you do not cross onto the plank. Simple precautions. I'm sure you understand."
[Aearon(#16333)]
Stepping down off of the gangplank the Lieutenant bows his head to Yildirim and says "What other proof do I need than his actions, his attempt to take a noble Lady as a prisoner, thrusting a knife into her back.. Then taking Sir Findon hostage and causing his unconsciousness due to blood loss.. " Pausing a moment he says "I need not mention the other evidence brought forth against him by his own company of two renown Rangers of Ithilien.."
[Eruphel(#20109)]
Maha squeezes her way forward, not pushing so much as to garner attention to herself, yet not content to rest until she is at the front of the crowd. Quite suddenly, she bursts forth between two Gondorian men, her blue silk dancing dress causing the gold coins sewn to it to gleam in the setting sun. Now able to see finally, she glances up to Yildirim, and then over to the Nimrizan's railing, where another crowd is gathering.
"Ah. Well, I suppose I could just leave him here," Ceredir says with a shrug, though one hand still is grasped securely on Findon.
"So which is it, Aearon? YOu claimed I broke the truce--which means I am a citizen of Harad. I claim that, in fact, I owe my allegiance to the true King of Gondor. And that, being so, Gondor first broke the truce. Thusly."
Letting his grip go on Findon, he pushes back his cloak to reveal a bloody wound crudely bandaged on his back.
"I seek haven with my liege lord and I call on Gondor to make amends for the breakign of the truce by Ranger Maeglach."
[<#24191>] Yildirim seems impressed by the list of complaints on Ceredir, but winces as Ceredir declares he allegiance, 'No truce was broken for Pelargir is not in flames which it surely would be if Umbar broken their promise. But a Haradrim breaking the law within Pelargir was agreed to be tried as a Gondorian and not traitor. These are the laws of your land, Aearon, not mine. Regardless, it is not for me to decide if we are willing to truly break our word. Another must come for that.'
He sees Maha, for she is a sight difficult to miss, and motions for her to continue on her path down the dock.
To Ceredir, his voice lowers, "I cannot aid you. Nor would I for bringing this trouble on my Lady. She is coming. And you will wait for her."
[Azradi(#20135)]
From the direction of the gates, a small trio approaches: Lady Farside flanked by a pair of her guards.
Her gray eyes narrow at the tableau before her and she issues a command in Haradaic to her men. The two swarthy men begin to clear a path through the excited crowd between them and their ship. In their wake strides tall Azradi, her mien set grimly.
She reaches Aearon and his men just as Ceredir begins speaking. Her jaw sets painfully. "What," she says, biting hard on the words, after he's finished, "is happening here?"
[Aearon(#16333)]
Hearing the words of the Traitor the Lieutenant looks at him with disgust and says "You serve a false king that has been proved false by the Lords and Steward of Gondor.. The truce is broken if indeed you are given Haven.." Looking to Sir Findon, as if checking on him he looks back to Yildirim and says "I request that this treasonous man be turned over to my custody, he has attacked men of Gondor" Looking back to the Traitor he says "Wasnt it you who first struck out at the Ranger and then escaped.."
Hearing the words of Lady Farside the Lieutenant turns about and says "Make way!" Looking to the lady the Lieutenant bows his head and say "This Traitor Ceredir has attacked a multitude of Gondorian citizens and soldiers in the name of his false king, and now claims that you will give him haven upon your ship.. I Must request in hopes of keeping the truce the he be turned over to my custody and Sir Findon returned so that he may receive the mush needed help of the Healers.. He has already stabbed Lady Tathar this day.."
[Eruphel(#20109)]
Amusement plays across Maha's face briefly as Ceredir argues the finer points of being Haradrim, or not Haradrim, and the accusation that Gondor first broke the truce. But she catches Yildirim's beckoning wave, and nods. But instead, she begins to sidestep along the edge of the crowd to skirt the principal participants on a roundabout path toward the Seaward ship, the Nimrizan.
"Yildirim..." THen, turning his head, Ceredir spots the dancing girl on the docks. "Lady Seaward!" he calls to her. "Surely the Farside Lady must be...ah..." He falls silent for a moment as Azradi arrives, then scowls at Aearon's demands.
"No, I did not in fact attack Ranger Maeglach. He attacked me in a crowd, endangering Gondor and Harad citizens alike. ASk your Scout Daerthor. He was there and witness to it all. I struck no blow. As for the Lady Tathar, she is unharmed. A scratch. As are Findon's wounds. A scratch, an attempt to gain haven."
[Yildirim(#24191)]
Yildirim removes his blade slowly, blocking the entrance to the ship with his body, "Be not wary, Aearon, I only arm myself to prevent Ceredir from boarding and to defend Lady Farside if she is put in danger. I await her commands in this matter." For Ceredir, he says naught.
[Eruphel(#20109)]
Maha stops suddenly, blanching paler than her usual dusky hue. She presses her lips to a think pale line, her hand reaching to her hip, finding nothing but a dancer's skirt. She sends a quick glance in the direction of Azradi's voice, and then looks at the Gondorian Lieutenant and his men, her body language tense and ready to move.
[Azradi(#20135)]
"In the name of the truce?" echoes Azradi, turning her steely gaze to Aearon, "I do not see how we have broken it. This man is a Gondorian who has attacked Gondorians."
She pauses and glances towards Ceredir as he proclaims his innocence, "Allegedly attacked Gondorians," she amends.
"Stop threatening me, Lieutenant - it is insulting. I am a Lady of Umbar and I will deal with this accordingly."
She shifts her eyes to the crumpled form of the knight at Ceredir's feet. "First, let us see to Swan-Knight Findon. He clearly needs a healer. Step a way from him Ceredir and let the Lieutenant's men take him to safety."
[Aearon(#16333)]
Looking to the dancing girl, who may or may not be Lady Seaward the Lieutenant gives her a confused look, Paying no heed to the rest of the words of the Traitor the Lieutenant looks to Yildirim and gives him an acknowledging bow of his head and returns his look to Lady Farside " I did not intend to threaten you, I am simply requesting that you not given haven to a criminal and traitor.."
"The Knight is but lightly wounded," Ceredir shakes his head. But still, he steps away from the Swansmen, backing up the gangplank toward Yildirim and keeping his eyes on Aearon.
[Azradi(#20135)]
"Lightly wounded or not," responds Azradi, "he does not need to be lying on that narrow gangplank, unconscious and dragged about like a child's favorite blanket."
"Send your men to bring him to the dock, Lieutenant, and let us discuss this situation further."
Lady Farside hazards a glance to the dancing girl, frowning slightly. She shakes her head, nearly imperceptably.
[Yildirim(#24191)]
Cries to clear a path call from behind Lady Farside for the Pelargir Watch, clad in their leathers and bearing wicked spears, march on the docks. At their head, a Captain of the watch, beside him, Gwendion, Herald of Imrahil. Trailing behind the pair, clad in the whites of a young squire is Calarion, and it is to he that Gwendion speaks as they walk, "I know not this Ceredir. But if the Haradrim are indeed breaking the truce..." he does not finish, instead comments to the Captain, "We must burn their ships at once. And slay the Lady Farside if we cannot capture her."
As the path clears, the scene opens up before them with all its players.
[Aearon(#16333)]
Seeing the traitor step away from the Knight the Lieutenant looks to two of his soldiers and says "Leave your weapons, but go retrieve Sir Findon and take him to the Healers immediately.." looking to the Lady of Umbar he says "As you have said he is a man of Gondor and has broken our laws.. I graciously request that you turn him over to me for detainment so that he may be judged by our laws.."
Quickly two soldiers move up the gangplank, eyes on the traitor with looks of hatred upon their faces, carefully they pick the injured Knight up and begin to take him off of the gangplank
Hearing the words of the way to be cleared the Lieutenant looks and sees the Knight and his company and smiles slightly, then returns his gaze to the Lady of Farside.
[Azradi(#20135)]
"Ah, but this is sticky legal situation," replies Azradi to the Lieutenant, a smile upon her lips that is almost playful. Her eyes move beyond the Host officer to the approaching Knight-Herald. "And here is Lord Gwendion! Welcome, Sir-Knight! Your people, as ever, have decided to make my day interesting."
"I have done nothing other than what I had to to escape an attack upon me by Gondor," Ceredir shakes his head again. "Gondor claims we broke a truce," he includes himself with the Haradhrim. "Yet Gondor broke the truce first and I only fled their attacks, defending myself and not inflicting succh harm as they caused me."
And he turns to send a hard look to Azradi, continuing, "I must ask you, Lady. Of what use are oaths?" He elaborates no further on the question, frowning at the arrival of the Knight Herald.
[Eruphel(#20109)]
Maha's poor pallor suddenly retreats, and her color returns with a vengeance, her face flushing now. Setting her jaw resolutely, she turns and doggedly walks toward the Nimrizan's gangplank, tense and seemingly singleminded in her purpose, yet her eyes keep glancing to the company of armed Gondorian men.
[Yildirim(#24191)] Yildirim's eyes follow Maha as she walks, darting only to Azradi briefly as words are exchanged.
[Aearon(#16333)]
Gesturing for his soldiers to get out of the way of the dancing girl..or is it Lady Seaward, the Lieutenant returns his look to Ceredir and says "I though you were of Gondorian blood? You now claim to be of Umbar.. Which would meant that you have been spying on Gondor during said Festival.." shaking his head he turns his gaze to the Knight as he approaches.
[Yildirim(#24191)]
"Captain, we must halt."
A nod from the mailed Watchman and he raises his fist, his men coming to a halt. "This has not the look of a fight. Yet. Let us wait here a while yet. They cannot escape us if they retreat. The Hosts seem to have the situation in hand." Then Azradi calls him out and he frowns.
"Lady, I apologize for the interruption. I am hear on word that something more dire was occurring than what appears here. I will wait with the Guard and allow the Hosts," he motions to Aearon, "To continue their work. I outrank them, if need be, but I respect their command of their duties as well. My apologies again."
"Squire," he turns to Calarion, "Go and listen to their conversation. But be mindful of your words. This is a dangerous situation. Do not enflame it more."
Calarion bows slightly, 'Yes, sir." He hurries off to the group, "I come as an emissary for Lord Gwendion!" he calls out, "What events have happened here?" he turns to the Lieutenant, "Lord Gwendion comes with the city guard, how should they be of service when they arrive here?"
[Aearon(#16333)]
Looking to the squire he says "You know the events that have unfolded, as for the Knights men, they should hold their position for this is of a diplomatic matter now.." Returning his look to the Lady of Farside.
[Azradi(#20135)]
"Now," begins Lady Farside cheerfully, "We have a man of Gondor who claims he is Haradrim because he is sworn to the /true/ King of Gondor, my brother - Alphros." Upon uttering the word 'true', Azradi shoots Lieutenant Aearon a withering glance. "The problem with this claim is that, Alphros as King, is King of Gondor - not Harad. Ceredir cannot claim citizenship of Harad as such - or as you have more accurately pointed out, Umbar. He is a loyal subject of Gondor."
"However, this man /has/ come to me seeking my help. I would be a heartless and cruel Lady if I handed him over without question as to what the nature of his crimes have been. Is there a law in Gondor that says one may not think Alphros's claim to the throne is a true one? A very strange law, if there is. Generally, laws deal with actions and not ideas."
[Azradi(#20135)]
repose>"Now," begins Lady Farside cheerfully, "We have a man of Gondor who claims he is Haradrim because he is sworn to the /true/ King of Gondor, my brother - Alphros." Upon uttering the word 'true', Azradi shoots Lieutenant Aearon a withering glance. "The problem with this claim is that, Alphros as King, is King of Gondor - not Harad. Ceredir cannot claim citizenship of Harad as such - or as you have more accurately pointed out, Umbar. He is a loyal subject of Gondor."
"However, this man /has/ come to me seeking my help. I would be a heartless and cruel Lady if I handed him over without question as to what the nature of his crimes have been. Is there a law in Gondor that says one may not think Alphros's claim to the throne is a true one? A very strange law, if there is. Generally, laws deal with actions and not ideas."
[Eruphel(#20109)]
As the soldiers move out of her way, Maha quickens her pace, leaping the last step onto the Nimrizan's gangplank. She moves up the gangplank more slowly now, even stopping to pause, looking across the water to the next ship, where Ceredir backs up higher and higher. She stares at him intently for a few seconds, deep in thought, and then she proceeds once again up the gangplank, looking up at the railing and the sailors who look on, some of them even extending a hand to grasp, once she gets within reach. And she reaches for them. But in so doing, she missteps, her foot landing too far to the right, and it slips off the side. With a slight whimper, she falls down the side of the ship, splashing loudly in the water.
[Aearon(#16333)]
Listening to the words of the Lady of Farside the Lieutenant thinks a moment and says "It is not against the law to think such things, though through the diligent work of the Rangers of Ithilien it has been found that he is a spy and has given information to our enemies." stopping for a moment he takes a breath and continues "He was found to be a traitor of Gondor due to his actions, he has also attacked a Noble Lady of Gondor and ran from the authorities, if he was truly not a traitor or spy wouldnt he of turned himself in and let our laws find him innocent if that were the case."
Looking to the squire the Lieutenant says "Nothing has aspired as of yet." Hearing the splash the Lieutenant turns and says What was that?"
Calarion frowns slightly, "I am sorry, Lieutenant, but I was asking what events had transpired since I was sent on my errand. And, I am prepared to help in whatever way I am needed. The Lord Gwendion has directed me to speak for him hear and report what happens when I return to him, yet I am prepared to go beyond those duties if you wish for me to."
"Then, Lady," Ceredir addresses Azradi, turning toward her, "I humbly request that these alleged crimes be judged by the true King of Gondor. My liege lord. I put my life in his hands but ask for a hearing before him."
More it seems he would say, but in turning, he pauses, catching sight of the dancing girl. A brief frown crosses his face and then surprise as Maha falls in the water.
"Lady!" A shout from Ceredir--and then he is diving off the plank, into the water after Maha.
[Aearon(#16333)]
Seeing Ceredir dive into the water the Lieutenant looks to his men and says "You three!"
Stripping off their helms and leather jerkins the three soldiers are in the water mere moments after Ceredir, going to assist in the rescue? Or something else?
Turning back to the Lady of Umbar he says "They will have here back on dry land as soon as possible.."
[Azradi(#20135)]
Upon the point of speaking again, the first splash catches Azradi's attention too. Glancing first to the Lieutenant, she looks in the direction it came from - the neighboring berth. "Someone fell from the Nimrizan, perhaps?"
A look of genuine concern crosses the lady's features and again, she seems about to call out something to the Seaward ship when Ceredir cries out and jumps into the water. Turning swiftly, she just manages to glimpse the man diving into the water. She runs to the short distance to the dock's edge. "Her? Who fell, Lieutenant?"
[Aearon(#16333)]
Staying but a stride behind the Lady of Umbar he says "I believe it was the Lady Maha, she was going up the gangplank.." Looking into the waters he begins to scan the surface looking for those who are in the water.
[Eruphel(#20109)]
The initial splash of the fallen woman subsides, the instant foam that floats on the water where she entered begins to dissipate, the waves rippling excitedly at first in the area, then slowly calming until the water simply undulates in the same random waving pattern as all of the rest of the waters. The dancing girl does not come up.
Encumbered by leather armor and a helm, Ceredir sinks fast, hitting the water close to where Maha went in. Something does bob to the top after a moment...his helm.
[Aearon(#16333)]
The soldiers of Gondor that are now in the water, continue to dive below the surface and pop back up moments later.. Searching for the woman who fell, they pay little to no attention to the Traitor, though as they pop up gasping for air they call to one and other saying "Have you found her? Can you see her?"
[Azradi(#20135)]
"The woman can swim," Azradi declares, a note of worry in her tone. "If she has not surfaced, she may have hit her head. Search thoroughly, I entreat you."
[Aearon(#16333)]
Hearing the words of the Lady of Umbar, the Lieutenant says "They will continue to search until they find her" Looking to his soldiers he points to three more and says "In the water.."
Though with a half grunt the men strip off their helm and leather jerkins and dive into the water with a splash.
Still scanning the water the Lieutenant says "Where is the traitor Ceredir.."
[Azradi(#20135)]
"I would guess he used Maha's fall as a ruse to try and escape," Azradi replies, rather darkly. "He must have guessed I had no intention of giving him sanctuary."
"But if you intend to search for him, then let our people join in the search for the girl. She has no reason to aid that man, she has no love for Gondorians. I would not like to see her mishap end in her death just because your man chose to take advantage of it."
[Aearon(#16333)]
Still looking at the water the Lieutenant says "I am sure he did.. My men will continue to search for both of them, though any assistance my men would appreciate.." Looking to the lady of Umbar he says "They will both be found, and Ceredir will stand trial for his crimes against Gondor.."
[Azradi(#20135)]
"Variyah, Nimrizan!" Azradi calls out loudly, cupping her hands. "Set down the long boats! Search for the dancer Maha! Look for the Gondorian!"
The crews of both ships run to do as bid, shouting to one another as they do so. Following the Tower lady's instructions, five boats - two from the Variyah and three from Nimrizan - are slowly lowered to the water further crowding the area near the two berths already crowded with several Gondorian swimmers.
[Aearon(#16333)]
Looking away from the Water the Lieutenant says "It would seem that there is little that can be done but search for the pair.. Ceredir has evaded detainment for the time.." An irritated look upon his face the Lieutenant looks to his soldiers and says "Two of you, go inform the Navy of these events, tell them to send aid, in the hopes of finding the missing pair.."
[Eruphel(#20109)]
Aboard the Nimrizan, there is much activity, lowering boats, and crew practically hanging off the sides, searching the water visually. It is chaos, for sure. But then there is an outcry from the other side of the ship, and some of the crew point down at the water, near the bow of the ship, "There! Look there!" And surely, near the bow, a body begins to float into view, face up, eyes closed. It is the dancing girl.
Brethir rushes to the dock and yells to the ship pull her in.
[Daerthor(#31594)]
Another soldier appears on the scene, this one a scout. His face, now in a familiar frown, sharply questions an innocent onlooker: "What's happening? Why the commotion? Has the traitor done more, again?" The man whispers all that has transpired in his ear. With a quick word of thanks, Daerthor strides up to the docks, squinting in the direction everyone is pointing at.
[Azradi(#20135)]
Azradi picks up her skirts slightly and dashes down the next berth, her gray eyes searching for the reported body. "There, Lieutenant! Your men are closest to her!"
[Aearon(#16333)]
Hearing the shouting upon the ship the Lieutenant looks to the men in the water and sees that three of the soldiers are already swimming that direction, with the others turning about and following suit. Looking to the Lady of Umber he says "They will get her"
Two of the soldiers are almost upon the lady, while the third man, the fastest swimmer reaches her and supports her head, keeping it above water and checking her for injuries.."
[Calarion(#31193)] "Hail Scout" Calarion says as Daerthor approaches, "I see you have decided to join us. Saddly, Ceredir has evaded us once again and the body of a dancing girl floats here in the water. We only hope that she may live." He bekons the scout to the edge of the docks to where Aearon says, "The Lieutenant is leading us in this effort," he glances around at the southrons, "at least the Gondorians among us. I suggest you ask him how you may assist."
[Aearon(#16333)]
The other two soldiers have now reached Maha, and proceed to assist in her rescue, one looks to the peer and shouts "Send a boat? Or toss a rope.. We have her.."
Hearing the words of his soldiers the Lieutenant looks to the Lady of Umbar and says "How quickly can you have a boat down to them? Or should we fetch a rope."
[Daerthor(#31594)]
"Hello, Squire," says Daerthor in response. "I will ask the Lieutenant," he replies, his voice hard. "But I think the sea is saturated with enough swimmers for the moment I would be a hindrance. Yet we could help simply by looking out for the traitor, evasive man he is, as you have said."
With that, he moves towards Aearon and Azradi. "Lieutenant, sir Lady Farside. Is there anything I could do to help? Shall I fetch a healer?"
[Azradi(#20135)]
"I find something!" exclaims an excited voice from across the water, accented strongly. Water splashes as one of the boats rows a little further out. A few moments pass, then a thwoking sound is can be heard as one corsair knocks another on the back of the head. "Hakim! It is just a bit a junk floatin' on the water!"
Ignoring the scene going on beyond the ships, Azradi turns to the Lieutenant. "A rope," she answers, "it will be quicker."
Good seaman crew the Nimrizan even before the Lady finishes her suggestion, a deckhand rushes down the gangplank, coiled rope in hand.
[Eruphel(#20109)]
The dancing girl floats in the water limply, her head held securely in the hands of Gondorians. She breathes shallowly, if at all.
[Aearon(#16333)]
Quickly two soldiers run to the aid of the Corsair with the rope, as the rope is tossed into the water, they prepare to hoist her up.
The Soldiers in the water help swim the lady Maha to the rope and begin to tie it about her. Looking to the Peer they shout "Hoist her up, quickly! Her breathing is unsteady!" And with that the soldiers and corsair begin to pull.
[Azradi(#20135)]
"Yes, a healer would be good," Azradi agrees belatedly, looking now at Daerthor a bit anxiously.
[<#31193>] Calarion +whispers to Aearon, "... ... ... ... ... ... ..., but ... ... ... ... ... ... ... ... need ... ... with ...... he ... only get ... ... ... ... ... ... act, ... ... ... will ... for him to evade .... ... suggest ... ... ... ... healer and ... ... on ... search."
[Aearon(#16333)]
Looking to Daerthor he says "Fetch a healer, and be quick.. We do not know the severity of her injuries.." Looking to the Lady of Farside he says "I must take my leave, I have to report this and begin the search for the body of the Traitor.. I thank you for your assistance in this mater Lady Farside.." Bowing his head the Lieutenant steps away, Looking to his soldiers in the water he says "continue the search, you will have replacements shortly!" that being said he retires towards the Knight and his soldiers disappearing into the crowd.
[Daerthor(#31594)]
Nodding, Daerthor rushes out of the docks, returning moments later with a flustered woman. "Her, lady," he gestures to Maha, limply hanging by the rope. "It appears she might have inhaled a lot of water."
The healer tuts, waiting for her patient to be placed ashore, while rummaging through her small emergency bag for her healing aids.
[Azradi(#20135)]
Lady Farside merely nods to the Lieutenant, then returns to the dancer's side. Crouching beside her, but staying out of the healer's way.
The corsair ships continue the search, albeit with a bit less enthusiasm now that their own has been found. Drowning Gondorians, it seems, does not keep their attention as well.
Calarion turns to Lady Farside, "I wish you well and hope the Maha's condition will improve. I must report to Lord Gwendion. I may return and may not, but I leave you with not but that when the day comes that you may assist us in finding the traitor." With that, the white squire turns away from the crowd and begins to walk off.
[Azradi(#20135)]
Lady Farside merely nods to the Lieutenant, turning back to watch his men pull the limp form of Maha out of the water. They lay her gently on the dock and Azradi goes immediately to crouch beside her. Leaning forward, the Southron lady puts her ear near the dancer's mouth. "No! She breathes she must not have taken in water."
The corsair ships continue the search, albeit with a bit less enthusiasm now that their own has been found. Drowning Gondorians, it seems, does not keep their attention as well.
[Daerthor(#31594)]
The healer rushes towards the Haradrim girl, reaching out to touch her cheek. "May I?" she asks the lady a rhetorical question, it seems. "She looks cold. Go get some hot water!" Her hand flaps at Daerthor, who immediately complies. Meanwhile, the healer crushes some herbs from a vial while uncorking another of smelling salts. The strange mix of smells permeates the air around Maha.
[Eruphel(#20109)]
The dancing girl's face turns, is if fighting some invisible hold on her head, then she gasps and coughs, trying to cover her face and rub her nose, still coughing and gagging.
[Azradi(#20135)]
"Of course," Azradi replies, and leans back so the healer can ply her art. When the dancer begins to come to, choking and coughing, Lady Farside calls her name, anxiously, "Maha? Can you hear me?"
[Eruphel(#20109)]
Maha tries to turn on her side, if the healer will let her. Eyes still closed, she says in a low, gravelly voice, "I want my ship." Then she coughs again, this time intentionally, but it is a dry cough.
[Daerthor(#31594)]
With a grim nod, the healer re-corks the vial of smelling salts, leaving the air much more refreshing.
Meanwhile, Daerthor returns with a small pot of steaming water. "I hope this is warm enough, healer," he says anxiously, peering at the gagging Maha. The healer gives a brief smile of acknowledgement and soaks a piece of cloth in the water, using it to support the back of the dancing girl's head, patting her cheeks with the edges.
"Does she need covering? My cloak is quite clean..." he unclasps his cloak, holding it out, should it be needed. "Ship...?" he trails off uncertainly.
[Azradi(#20135)]
"She is staying on the Nimrizan," Azradi explains rather absently, watching the healer tend to the woman. "Most of our folk sleep on their ships - there is little room for us in the city."
"Can you walk, Maha? Or should I summon a couple of deckhands to bring you aboard?"
[Eruphel(#20109)]
"I would..." Maha tries to sit up, if she is allowed. "I would like assistance, please." She glances up at Azradi now, appending, "Lady." Then she looks at the faces of some of her other rescuers, and the healer. "I'll be fine..." she says, and reaches up for a hand to steady her as she attempts to get up.
[Daerthor(#31594)]
The healer frowns. "I think you should spend some time in the halls of healing," she says. "At least for just one night. We do not know what has been in that water."
Daerthor now holds out his hand as Maha attempts to get out, his cloak folded over one arm.
Brethir, standing tentatively, says, "Are there any orders for me?"
[Azradi(#20135)]
Rising, Azradi also extends her hand to Maha. She gestures to the Seaward Corsair who brought the rope before turning back to the healer. "Your concern is appreciated, Healer, but the Nimrizan has healers of its own. Maha maybe more comfortable with our own as her Westron is not very strong."
"She is the one who fell into the water," she says as an aside to Brethir.
Maha grasps both hands, steadying herself and leaning heavily on both the Umbarean Lady and the Gondorian man. Teetering slightly, she sighs. "I don't want to dance any more." she says almost dejectedly.
Still frowning, the healer considers, well aware of the slight political situation before her. "As long as she is in the care of a healer, and not left to her own devices," she eventually concedes, albeit with some reluctance.
Daerthor's expression takes on one of bewilderment, as though shocked that Maha would even consider... not dancing.
Maha gives Azradi a long look. "Lady, I will go where you say." she says with a tired voice. "But I wish to lay down."
"No one will make you dance, Maha," Lady Farside replies, a note of amusement in her voice.
"She will be seen to, of course," Azradi assures the healer. Craning her head to see past Maha, the Farside Lady says then to Daerthor, "If you might lend her your cloak, this deckhand and I can help her into the ship."
"I thank you both for your assistance. I hope you find the man you are looking for."
"Thank you for your help in the search," says Daerthor, while clasping the cloak around Maha's shoulders. The healer nods, reassured somewhat by Azradi's words. Scooping up the pot of warm water and her medicinal bag, she thrusts the pot towards Brethir. "Here, scout. Help me bring this back, and thank them for their speedy help."
The Seaward corsair takes the Scout's place, holding up the soggy dancer on one side while Lady Farside props her up from the other. Without another word, the three Southroners carefully make their way up the Nimrazan's gangplank and disappear into the ship.
Players: Ceredir,Findon,Tathar,Aearon,Daerthor,Brethir,Calarion,Gwendion,Yildirim,Eruphel,Maha,Azradi
