Fanier found a nice looking rock, laid down, and rested his head on it. It'd been some time since he had relaxed. Pulling out his canteen for a drink, he looked up at the canopy above. You can't even see the sky, Fanier thought. After sipping a bit of his water, he reached around his neck, and took off his necklace.

Fanier held it up in front of his face, toying with it, letting the chain slither in and out of his fingers. The golden amulet slowly turned on its chain, revealing the inscription on the other side, those words that Fanier had read time and time again: For Fainer

Fanier clasped the amulet tightly in his hand, fighting off a tear. He bit his lip to contain himself, and replaced the amulet around his neck.

He closed his eyes for a little rest.

OOC : Finally back , cheer's for covering me Sibera

Prescott quickly snapped back into it . He had been so caught up in his emotions , and the idea of the inevitable horror that was to come , that he had mellowed out . He shook his head and blunk a few times , before realising that his Lieutenant had just proved himself highly capable of leading the squad . He saluted the Khajiit .

"Good work Lieutenant , I couldn't of done a better job myself" He said boldly with newfound pride for his comrade .

He looked up , the sky was nearly blotted out by the dense forest canopy , but he could still see the ugly and gray overcast weather through the small holes . The rain didn't seem to have any trouble getting through though , something that displeased the captain .

This rain was a detriment , it was loud , obscuring any sounds of approaching Republic soldiers . It was also thick , making vision somewhat limited , and very , very wet , which wasn't paticularly pleasant for anyone .

"Just cope with it lad's , and keep those filtration masks handy , this stench can't mean anything good"

By the nine , keep this up much longer and we won't last a month the gruff man grumbled in his head , wearing an expression of displeasure . He knelt down next to his Lieutenant , his cloak firmly pulled over his head to keep out the foul weather . He signalled to his Seargant . "Seargant Fara! Over here please"

He was a good planner , but he felt having his Lieutenant and Seargant with him when planning these things would not only help the squad as a whole , but make foundations to further build his understanding and friendship with them . After all , he had still barely met his men yet .

Matthew hopped onto the top of a rock, looking in the murky water, then up at the sky. From he, he could make a small hole in the overhanging trees foliage. He could have swarn he even saw blue sky, before it was drowned by the usual grey. Sighing, he heaved his packs, and uncheathed his sword, taking out a rag and cleaning the sword up and down.

He sat for a moment, lost in thoughts about how far he was from his home, the Imperial City. Thinking about his other brothers, and where they were out here in this jungle, and his sister back home, and aunt. Both holding there breaths for a letter home from them.

He pulled a small piece of Parchment from his bag of medical supplies, as well as a quill pen and a vial of ink, neatly closed by a qourk. He decided he could begin on writting his first letter home since he first left training.

Dear Sister, Aunt...

The date is unknown for me, for I forget which day we left on. Right now we are making our way through the woods to find a suitable place to make camp. Rather dreaful weather we have here, but everynow and agin we get a spot of sunlight. While it sounds nice, it usually isn't, for it then becomes swealtering hot. No nice warm weather like in Cyrodill, or where we were for training, in the north. Nope, coarse then agian, who can complain? Atleast we havn't ran into any Argonians yet

Coarse what people say about the war, isn't entirly true. The Argonians are said to pop out of nowhere and make quick and daring attacks. Wee havn't experienced that, coarse you always have the forbodding feeling your being watched. Even on the airship ride here i felt I was being watched. Theres a couple of other troops here. Prescott, our commanding officer at the moment is leading us through the jungles. Thers others too, but right now i barly remember there names, so there'll be some meeting that'll have to be done sooner or later. Well, im goona have a quick swig of water before we're on our way again. Can't write anymore right now, I'll continue when we get to camp or something. Bye!

From, yourl oving brother Matthew

Satisfied at the short-but-sweet note, he stuffed the parchement back into his bag and pulled out his canteen, tkaing a swig of water.

As the captain called her name, Fara left her position, quietly moving to him. New captain, I guess he's sampling the water. And maybe marking his territory. Not much of a chance to do it back in the camp, so he's doing it now. Let's see what kind of cloth he's cut off.

Soon she was facing the captain, fully laert after her apparent dozing session, not bothering with a formal salute Let's cut the fancy formal stuff and see how he takes it. "I'm there captain. What's the matter ?". She stood at a semblance of attention. Respectfull but obviously not awed in the slightest by his rank.

OOC : I have this catchy as theme from http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o17isA0Y4tk stuck in my head....Im going to be thinking it when the squad gets into a fight


Prescott motioned downward with his hand , signalling the Seargant to kneel down with him and Zared .

"We're just reaching a consensus about where we should set up camp" He stated , pointing at several points on the map with his index finger .

"There's this point here , a day's walk east . Its just by an old bog which means the enemy will be hindered in terms of movement . Its a long walk , but it would be a safe option and a good point from which we can scout the surrounding areas"

A slight humming sound rang in Prescott's ears . He stuck his pinky in his ear and cleaned it out , disregarding it as a problem with his aging hearing .

"Now , there's also this area here" he said , moving his finger to a dense blue patch on the map . "Its a lake , a big , murky one at that , five hours walk north . It will be easier to get there but I have a feeling its just not as safe as the bog . Republic soldiers may very well frequent that lake for water or to clean , and the place is pretty open , but we will make better time getting there"

"And the last option?"

Prescott's finger moved across the map right back to the squad's current position . "We stay and bunk up right here , although we would have to move out within five day's . Firebug airships are due to firebomb this area soon and we don't want to become roasted guar meat"

He heard the humming sound again , it sounded dense , almost sinister . He didn't say anything but looked up from the map at his Sergeant with an expression of concern...as if he was saying "Did you hear that?"

"So Lieutenant? Sergeant? What do you think?"

His ears perked up slightly, as his armor shimmered and his whole body began to blend slowly into the surrounds from the weak but very useful chameleon effect his armor was enchanted with. "Well.. there is also here." he pointed to a small mountain, it possessed a cavern and was marked on their map. "Theres a cave here. A single path leads up that way. Easy to set traps for. That and its got a good high location where we can get a good view on enemy positions. The lake, possibility of nagas to dangerous. A bog, we'd bee eaten alive by flesh flies. And here? To close to the landing point. The cave is about six hours or so walk...." his voice was cut off as a soft humming sound filled his hearing. The rain wasnt bothering him much but this sound, wasnt rain. Grabbing his bow and hooking two arrows into it he spun around and onto his knees, looking up over the rock. Eyeing for whatever the sound was.

Zared was right , the mountainside cavern would be a good place to stay , and Prescott couldn't help but feel slightly dumb for not considering it .

"Heh , you should have my job" He joked , although he was serious in the fact he saw a strong leader in the khajiit lieutenant . Suddenly the Khajiit had spun around on his knee's and knocked two arrow's . It was at this moment that Prescott realised that it wasn't his hearing playing up , and it was at this moment also that he realised the group was in grave danger .

"DEFENSIVE POSITIONS!" he yelled out , digging in to behind the rock along with Zared and reaching over his back grasping the handle of his mighty dwarven broadsword . The humming drew ever closer , and now it was ringing in his ears .

Suddenly a figure erupted from the undergrowth . Prescott was about to give the order to attack but he realised the figure was wearing a united council standard issue green cloak . The cloak was hard to make out , giving the fact that man was completely covered in blood and limping like some fetid zombie from the bog .

His skin dangled from his face as if it had been brutally peeled off like the skin of an orange , one of the sleeves on his shirt was torn and the raw bone could be seen in the gap's of his blackened and rotting flesh . His left eyeball hung ever so slightly out of its socket and the man was foaming at the mouth . He looked like the stuff of nightmares . He was making a bizzarre and loud humming tune that sounded more like a desperate gurgle as he neared .

Prescott raised his hand . "At Ease!" he yelled , hoping some overzealous private wouldn't panic and attack the man . He saw a queer contraption on the ravaged soldiers back . A clear glass bulb of sorts fastened to the man via leather straps . Within the bulb glowed a luminescent and eerily beautiful purple mist , sparkling . A thick rubber pipe ran from the bulb up to a bronze headset the man was wearing .

It was a Altmer communication device . A field radio of sorts . Such equipment had become a rarity within the rank's as it was too costly for the council to manufacture extensively , and at times highly unreliable seeing as the communication's were made via magic . Still , those that did exist were fully operational , and it would be a useful contraption to have within the squad .

He clicked his fingers at Matt and Fanier. "Corporals! Stabilise that man's condition , I want to know what did that to him...."

He took another look at the man and dry heaved , he could smell the rotting flesh clearly . He turned to his second and third-in commands . Giving them a worried look .

"If the thing that did that to him is nearby , I say we make for camp as quickly as possible" He said to the team , with a concerned look .

[typed while Atomic was posting - fixed]

Asking for the lowlive's opinion ? Not your usual officer, most looks a me like I'm something just fallen from the back end of an horse. Though with his armor, he's not of the spit-and-polish ones - fit only for parade grounds these ones.. As he exposed his options, Fara prepared to voice her own.

As she heard again the slight humming sound, Fara reacted - this wasn't a normal marsh noise. She crouched and placed herself to have a clear line of sight to the source of the sound, but also her back to a rock in case it was diversion, bow at the ready...

when it turned out to be a badly injured council soldier, she relaxed her stance, still keeping an eye on the surrounding area. Holding her breath and doing her best to appear unfazed at the gruesome sight. I've seen worse, but they didn't walk... Damn whatever did this to him.

As the capitain ordered the medics to take care of the wounded, she spoke what she had in mind.

"Rule out the lake - argonians can breathe underwater and swims like fishes. With murky water they won't be spoted until they come out. And if it's free of argonians it will be filled with what keeps them out.

The bog would be reasonably safe, but depending on the season it might or not be buzzing with fleshflies. It might be doable if my repelents works or it's the low point in the flie's cycle.

Staying, there I'd rule out too - the position's decent, but damn close to the landing. We don't have the number to hold if they put their minds to wiping us out.

The cavern... It's safe, but one way in means one way out. What does the water supply looks like in that cave ? But If that transmitter is working, we can get the flyboys to roast the locals in case they decide to show up in force to trap us inside. I'd vote for it."

Zared looked at the...thing that stood before them. It was hideous, the stench almost making him lose whatever he had eaten previously, quickly dislodging the arrows and covering his mouth "That! Stays away! Its flesh looks eaten by a disease or worse..." he re-strung an arrow pointing it at the man-zombie's head. One could tell this sight had set off something in the khajiit's primal nature. Though he was also barely holding his food down "I think it would be better to just kill it and put it out of its misery and salvage the device"

Aravey stood up from the rock he sat on as he saw the man arriving, he was about to do as the Captain had ordered, beeing a Corporal himself. but then heard the Lieutenant's opinion, and he turned his head to the Lieutenant. " With all due respect, Sir. I agree that we should end his missery and take a look at the device, it would be the best for us and him. " He said to the Captain with quite the calm look on his face.

"I know it doesn't sound that noble to kill one of our own, but he must be in pain. We should put him down, as we would spend usefull supplies to attempt to save him." He added, still having his look at the captain. "So, sir? What are your orders? Save him or put him out of his missery and get the device?"

Prescott gave a worried look to his men , his own solution was conflicting with the teams . He could either ignore them and follow his own way , looking after the man and come off as an arrogant ass , or he could do what the team wanted to.....kill the man mercifully .

He looked at the soldier again , and the possibility crept into his mind that the man wasn't even alive . He was showing all the right signs of zombification : rotting skin , slow-paced walk , lack of speech . Prescott still didn't know if the man was trying to tell them something with his humming . but there was no point in letting him fester and rot....

He sighed . "Fine , Fanier , Matt , theres no point in letting him live in pain like this . Kill him quickly if you'd be so kind."

He looked at the man , and then up at the sky at the pissing rain . He didn't have the time but judging by the shade of the clouds in the sky , night would be approaching soon . "Damn...." he muttered within his head , trudging his way through the thick newly formed mud and into the centre of all the commotion .

"This is a lousy war squad , but one we find ourselves in anyway . Corporal's , finish that thing off . We sure as hell aren't going where he came from unless we meet the same fate , but me , Lieutenant Zarad , and Sergeant Fara have decided we will make for a cavern in the mountains ."

"Its a six hour walk , which will take us into the night . Now i don't much fancy getting stuck in the jungle at night with god know's whats sneaking around but stay sharp , and lets get moving . Oh and Matt , wash some blood off that field radio and strap it on , your our new radioman"

Fanier looked at the man laying on the floor in front of him. Unsheathing his sword, he thought, The captain's right. This man is probably wishing for death right now. Fanier prepared to strike.

Just then, the man raised his arms. He reached out toward Fanier, shaking his head, and uttering one-syllable grunting sounds. Then, seeming like he was mustering all of his strength, tried to turn around and crawl away.

Fanier turned around. "With all due respect, sir," he said to the captain. "I think we can save this man." He looked backat the mess of a man struggling to get away. "I think he wants to live. He can tell us how this happened. There might be a trap waiting for us that this man was caught in. Or maybe he could lead us to his squad, get some more soldiers with us." He hoped that would change the captain's mind.

As the corporals seemed to disagree which each other, Fara shrugged. This wasn't her business to decide, being skilled only in first and not being in command.
"I'm not a medic captain, I can't tell if the guy can be saved or not. But it will be something like two to three hours of walk at night if we leave now and aren't dragging a wounded around. Patching him up means we'll be to the cave well past midnight - unless we can get some air transport to haul him back to base.
If we can't, it would probably be safer to lay camp here and leave a bit before down for the cave. Or to finish the guy and move as soon as we have the transmitter packed."

Name: Velandris

Race: Wood elf (Bosmer)

Age: 58 (young in elf years)

Birthsign: The theif

Rank Corpral

Mental Profile: Velandris is a outgoing, possibly insane individual. At times He can be quite the pvssyr box, making bad jokes and still making people laugh. Most times when need be he is Serious with work and keeping people alive. His whole attitude twards dangerous situations is. "Yeah yeah, We are screwed, So what. Fight and shut up!"

Skills: Blade, Marksmen, Sneak, Light armor, Alchemy, Athletics, Armorer

General Appearance: As any Typical Bosmer Velandris is short reaching a height of only 5 feet in height. His hair is Wind braided, lengthened to his neck and lightly Tanned colored. He is somewhat muscular a bit over usual Bosmer physique. His skin is sun tanned and his eyes are ice blue.
Clothing/Armour: Chainmail armor. On his right hand he wears a golden family ring wich gives him Night-eye.

Weapons: 2 Steel short swords, 27 arrows, Glass bow.

Misc Items: Simple Alchemist set Martaal and Pedstal, Light carrying bag, Poison.

Biography/History: Velandris Was a gifted young Bosmer. His weapon skills exceeded all his predecessors. His skill with a bow was most excellent by Wood elf standards. He had joined a small group of scouts for valenwood and was set up. Given the wrong orders He had killed an Imperial captain stationed at a local Imperial outpost. Caught in the act Velandris was forced to flee and avoid imperial soldiers and patrols. Soon after Evading the troops he moved to Cyrodiil and joined the fighters guild and was recruited into the Imperial legion as a scout after his skills were recognize.

IC: Velandris had found the squad Argueing about keeping the injured man alive, or just taking away his misery. Situations like that is where he would toss a coin to decide, but right now he wasn't really part of the team without introduction. He placed his bow inside his quiver and started tward the group then stopped to give a few feet so they wouldn't just jump in suprise and fling their weapons at him. He settled his hands on his short swords and turned his head to Prescott, who seemed to be the leader.

You know in a situation like this I would just toss a coin to make a quick decision. But I guess seeing his condition, he could use some good dead R and R. But thats just my opinion. Unless of course you'd rather listen to the easiest choice.

Prescott bit his lower lip in frustration and ran his fingers over his balding head . Turning to the new Corporal who had so suddenly approached him . "I know....I was never much of a fatalist though" he said grimly . "This man need's our help"

He gave the corporal and hearty and reassuring pat on the back and walked over to Fara .

"Your right Sergeant , getting to the cave in this weather and in darkness is suicide . The naga will be out by then and the last thing we need is for the squad to be attacked by a pack of rauaging knife-toothed beasts . Maybe it was them that did this to the soldier?"

He walked over to the soldier , of whom was lying on the ground , and knealt down beside him . The man had given up trying to crawl away as he was too weak , so prescott had no trouble taking off the mans bloodstained cloak and rummaging through his pockets .

His seemingly distressed face now snapped with glee and self-satisfaction as he pulled a couple of wet parchments from the mans pockets . He stood back up and flicked through them eagerly .

Most of the ink had been smudged away due to the fact the pages were soaked , but some paragraph's one of the papers seemed to be intact . The Captain turned to his team and read it aloud .

"Continued putting up base camp today , Jakeif is being a real ass and tried to sneak somnalius frond spores into my C rations . Captian Mulraney has got me posted on watch all night and its damn hard to stay awake . I can hear strange sounds coming from the surrounding undergrowth and I dont want to stay here , I see some glowing red lights too . Captain requested for evac but the landing zone is three days walk east and we don't have that kind of time right now"

Prescott looked up from the parchment at Fara . "He was trying to get here , that means the camp is three day's trek west!" he looked back down at the parchment and continued to read it aloud .

"Im cold , wet , and tired . I hope something happens bloody soon or Ill slit my own throat for the sake of variety in this sinkhole.

Private Pyke
Radioman
31st infantry"

"Well squad....this is a unique predicament we find ourselves in" Prescott groaned , his face buried in his palm . He knew that heading west would be directly disobeying orders , but the idea of men still being alive at the camp and In need of assistance grated on him . He had a choice to make , to continue with the mission , or to travel west . Mission , or morals?

"I...I need to think , damn it , what the hell do I do?" . The Captain slunk down on a rock and looked down on the ground in a somewhat pathetic fashion . He was a standard Captain , by-the-book . he had never been plummeted into a situation like this before .

(OOC Sorry for not posting. I have school you konw :\)

As Prescott rumaged the mans belongings, Matt knealt down beside him, shocked at the greusome state the man was currently in. Either this was crude torture, or flesh flies. Matt didn't quite know what it was. His state was so bad it was almost impossible to tell, he would have to heal the man up first.

Coarse his screams of pain that would result from Matthew's spells wouldn't help. He decided the best thing to do right now was to numb and clean. Opening his medical supply bags, he stuck thin gloves he kept with him at all times (on cannot risk desease, as he say's) and revealed a vial of water, and a vial of a yellowish powder.

"Well, not sure what to make of him captian" Matt said to Prescott, "His body is so badly ravaged it's nearly impossible to tell. I'd like to say bugs, because truthfully i don't think anyone could torture someone to this bad of a state. Torturers aim at pain followed by death. Bugs only aim at food."

He began to sprinkle the dust on the open wounds, followed by the water. Together they made what looked to be like thin skin. The purpose of the concauction was to clean and close wounds. after this, he decided he'd start with the main healign process. His face couldn't be healed by magic, that'd actually take surgury, but everything else could mostly be taken care of.

He pulled a scroll out of his pack, and read it over quick, noting the procedure. After a small whisper he could barely here himself over the rain, and a quick hand motion, a silver-green ray shot from his hands into the mans lower body, enveloping it in a soft green haze.

"Wheres the other medic, or wait, am I the only one?" He asked looking about, "I need some assistance, to lift him onto the rocks..." Matt said as he performed the same routine on the top of his back, "Actually, my healing spells don't seem to be doing the trick. This is internal..."

Noting that the insides of the body was not his strong point, he thought that medical evac would be the best thing for the man. Matt didn't have the materials to make him better, only to keep him alive until mid-day. His spells only seemed to make the man feel better, not help.

"Sir, if that radio is working, we have to call for a medical evac airship. I can't keep him alive. Heck, I dont know if I can even make him talk without using more then half my medical supplies..."

"Alright." Prescott sighed , punching the nearby rock .

"Damnit....we're going to have to fix him up as best we can and then leave him here . We don't have time to wait for the medical evac . Fanier , if Mathew's the medic , then your the radioman , strap this on son."

He unclipped the odd glass bulb and took it off the mauled soldier . The thing was cacked in blood , causing Prescott to gag before using his cloak to wipe it off....which actually just ended up smearing it all over .

"Here you go" , he said . "You do know how to operate one of these things right? Any novice can do it , just talk into the headset and the sound goes through to the communicator's out over cyrodiil . Easy."

He turned to Zared and Fara , exchanging a quick upwards glace at the still pouring rain with an expression of distaste before unclipping his canteen and drinking from it .

"We have to get moving soon....we better just follow order's and head to the cave in the mountains , what do you think?"

Velandris Tightened his bracers and adjusted his quiver strap preparing for long walking. He took a couple steps toward Prescott. "Im sorry I forgot to introduce myself. Names Velandris. Experienced marksmen and scout." He held out his hand jesturign a handshake. "Im at your command sir." He took another glance at the injured man they were tending. "I would help with him, But Im afriad I don't have the right ingredients to make an elixir to last him long enough for Evac."

Fanier knelt down beside the wounded man as he put on the headset. "This is Recon Squadron sixteen, I repeat, Recon Squadron sixteen, come in." Fanier said into the radio. Again and again for two or three minutes he repeated the message. I hope they hear me, or this guy's screwed. he thought.

Then, through a storm of static noise, a voice responded. "Recon Squadron sixteen, this is Radio Station four, Colovia Division. What's your situation?"

Fanier thought for a moment. "We need a Medical Evacuation immediately. The subject is badly wounded, in critical condition."
A few seconds later, the voice reappeared on the radio. "What are your coordinates?"

Fanier looked around, then found Prescott's map on the rock next to him. "We are at approximately..." he looked around the map to locate their position. "Fourty-three point two degrees east, thirty-eight degrees south."

Fanier remembered it would take a few seconds for the message to reach the station, so he waited patiently until he got a response. "Recon Squadron sixteen, we are dispatching a medical airship to your location now. ETA fifteen minutes."

"Excellent. Recon Squadron 16, over and out." Fanier walked over to Prescott. "Captain, they're sending a medical airship for evac right now. ETA fifteen minutes."

Prescott had been speaking to his sergeant when a young corporal had come up and introduced himself . Seeing building trust within the squad was one of his top priorities , he shook his hand eagerly . "Good to have you aboard Corporal , this is a rotten war without doubt , but we'll get through"

Fanier approached with good news . The evac would be coming after all . "Excellent work Corporal Fanier , that radio kit will become almost a second skin to you in the day's ahead , I couldn't think of anyone better to operate it" . He saluted the two men stoically before turning back to his Lieutenant and Sergeant .

"So , whats the plan?" he said in a state of somewhat puzzlement .

Zared sighed, shaking his head in dismay. "He could have Kanahktan Flu." he was about to release an arrow into the dieing man, seeing as killing him would have been better than wasting supplies. Unfortunately their medic got between him and the target "Look, we shouldnt waste supplies on a corpse that should be dead already. Alright? I mean seriously, with all due respect we have our own lives as well to look out for here. Limited supplies we have. We should count what we have and use it sparingly." he fiddled with his medical kit. It was heavily stocked out with allot of medical supplies, he wasnt going to waste them on this corpse.

He walked ahead more, obviously agitated by this. Not the fact they were helping someone, more the fact they were wasting supplies on someone who would have been in severe pain. Stopping he looked at the Captain "We leave and head for the cave. Its our best chance before Nightfall." This guy better know that pushing aside morality is important in a place like this. First Mistake...wasting supplies on someone with almost Nil chance of survival he thought turningto face the captain fully.


ooc: Sorry, had to edit since atomic posted

Prescott knew Zared was right , he wiped the rain off his face and spat to his side before raising his hand in the air and clapping to get the attention of the squad .

"Alright squad , heres the deal . We're getting off this landing and moving towards the cave's to the north . It will take us into nightfall , but the least we can do is minimise how long we're out here by moving as fast as we can . Stay sharp , keep your weapons unsheathed and your mask's at the ready , all sorts of decay and gas lurks within this forest"

He turned to Velandris . "Corporal , I want you to drag this wounded man up against that rock so the medical evac will see him when they come by , try to not touch the skin , we don;t know what might be festering in there"

He made his way to a break in the line of foliage . "Me , Lieutenant Zared , and Sergeant Fara will lead , stay on your toes people . Oh and Fanier , I want you to check the different frequencies on that comm set to see if we can rouse up any stray patrol's in the area . Now lets move out!"

The rain was now more torrential then ever , what were once small holes in the ground were now overflowing pond's of wet , muddy water . Loud claps of thunder could be heard overhead , accompanied by magnificent sharp fingers of crackling lightning . The wind was astounding , almost blowing Prescott backwards . It was the most powerful weather he had ever experienced .

"Only in Black Marsh....." he thought to himself as he grabbed his Dwarven war axe for the first time since he had left camp...keeping his eyes out for any gases , creatures , or enemy troops .

"Yes sir!" Velandis saluted and turned to the injured man stareing at him for a few seconds then walking towards him. "Alright my friend time to get you out of here." He grabbed the man by the shoulders to pick him up slightly and dragged him over to the rock sitting him up against it. He then turned around to follow his squad his hands rested on his swords. Now the fun begins. He thought as the wind pushed on him and the rain water dripping down his face. He pulled a green cloak from his bag and through it over him tying it around his neck and pulling his hood over his head to shelter himself from the heavy rain.

As the captain seemed quite distressed at the idea of letting the man's companion, Fara decided to confort his decision "Don't feel bad for his squad, as the only link to evacuation, the communication guys is usually amongst the last to get down. Finding him alone like that means his squad's been wiped out. Anyone live and sane enough would have picked that transmitter to get his butt out of the marsh. That means all there's to pick there would be bones if it was a local critter, a nasty trap or three if it was the locals. Nothing worth screwing our own job.

As far as medical supplies, what's gone ? some skin sealant and a healing scroll. The Marsh's flora might be a collection of toxic stuff, it's also an alchemist's wet dream. I'm good enough to replace that given a bit of time."

As they prepared to leave, Fara added "Velandris, take the trail. You're a scout and I prefer having a good set of ears there in case something nasty follows us. Captain, you should stay a bit back from me and Zared - your cuirass might be a lifesaver, but it's too much on wrong side of clanky for point work."

She faced the rest of the squad, smiling under the rain 'Oh and one thing boys : cheer up, with the rain to drown sound and smell, most predators stay home. It's only us and the argonian who are crazy enough to make a trek." And I'd better keep my trap shut on how the weather will stop the medevac dead in it's tracks. The captain's worried enough like that. He's too much on the soft side for this mess...

She moved on the front and right of the column, signaling Zared to take the other side with Legion handsigns. She moved far enough to be almost out of sight from both Zared and the captain. A bit too close fo her habits, but the weather didn't allow for more.

Velandris smirked to the orders. "Should I also make sure to put some rags down over the puddels for you to ma'am?" He asked sarcastically with a smile. He took hold of his bow and started forward To get a good look at the marshy jungle. He let his ears tune, sounding out the rain and the ambiance and just focusing on footsteps, and breathing. He knelt down and waited for the group to move so he could position himself right on the trail. He wanted to make sure he moved with them so he could Jump in on an ambush if he failed to hear anything or see anything. Soon as he centered himself he looked back at Fara. "Oh and you mgiht want to get the Kitty Cat out of the tree. So we don't leave it behind."