Seeing the battle was over, Gerich allowed himself to relax, as he slowed his breathing. Unfortunately, with the end of battle, also came the end of the adrenaline, and his side began stinging badly. His breathing also became painful, and he started to get worried, in case the spike had pierced a lung, or some vital organ.

He sank down to the floor, not really giving a damn about other people's injuries. As he leaned back, he felt his arm throbbing, and looked down to see a fairly deep cut there as well, spilling blood out over his arm. He took a deep breath, and sat up, looking down at his chest, cursing some more under his breath at the amount of blood on the wound. He took a few deep breaths, wincing at the pain, but trying to determine if a lung was damaged or not.

He had no idea how to dress a wound, much less determine what was wrong with himself, but he decided the lung was not affected. Instead, he believed the ribs were bruised rather badly, probably from landing on the club so hard, which would explain the breathing pain if his ribs were sore.

Looking around the room, as he sat back again, he saw other people had much worse wounds then himself. One man seemed to be knocked out, and one woman seemed to have a broken arm, though he really couldn't tell. Looking around more, he saw a man had an arrow sticking out of collar bone, or that area. "Poor bastard." he muttered, sitting back a closing his eye's for a minute.

Falcor

Falcor had managed to roll over on his back, covering up the hole in the back of his sack cloth shirt. The edges of his clothes were burnt slightly and smoke seemed to be coming off him with the smell of burnt hair. Needless to say, he wasn't exactly in the best of conditions. Really he was lucky that he wasn't alone here. If he had someone managed to beat ALL those goblins by himself with not but a old rusty pipe, then got struck by the shaman. Well, he would probably be roasting on that fire they had made by now.

He wateched as the Imperial woman who was usually guarded by Artemis came to his aid, though he couldn't move his head to look at her: Or more, he didn't want to move his head. "Wow... Last time I got a kick like that, someone spiked my wine with skooma." He said weakly, a small grin touching at the edge of his mouth.

OOC: Sorry it's not much

Morgana put her hands on her hips as she looked around at the others, her earlier esteem for them abruptly dropping. How had two thirds of them managed to sustain middling-to-serious wounds from a bunch of goblins?

Morgana held no illusions that she was one of the better fighters of the group: her reactions during her short scuffle with the goblin had been relatively slow, and she'd wasn't exactly build for bashing. However, she had somehow managed to get out of the scuffle with only scratched wrists and a bruise on her forehead, while others suffered from broken limbs and arrow impalement.

Morgana walked among the goblin corpses and located a rusty dagger, the tip stuck in a goblin's chest. The Imperial plucked it out and wiped it off with the sleeve of her ragged nightdress. She needed the weapon... her last one had somehow ended up inside a goblin. (Heh). It felt comfortable in her hand... not particularly well-made, but it had an edge, and that suited her fine.

Testing the dagger's tip with her thumb, Morgana turned in Artemis' direction, still smiling lightly from the fight. "I'm no healer... at least, I don't think I am... but wouldn't pulling the arrow through the back tear the muscle, essentially rendering the arm useless?" Somehow, she knew that from experience... and, somehow, she didn't think she'd been the one to have the muscle be torn.

Artemis

"Morgana right?" He asked the attractive imperial, He'd noticed that she spent a lot of time with her hands on her hips. Whether intentional or not it worked to draw peoples eyes into her figure. Artemis thought she'd do well in his line of work, the way she could easily distract her man would make her a lethal weapon indeed. "The problem is, if I leave the arrow in and pull it back out from the entry wound. It would damage my muscles even more, and they are already damaged enough as it is. My only choice would bee to push it the rest of the way out of the other side and avoid futher damage to the more important muscles. If I snapped that shaft off now, The arrow head would be trapped inside and the healers wouldn't be able to help me."

"Fancy volunteering to push it out? You don't need to be gentle, I've had a similar wound before." He said with a playful smile.

Avalon

Ava twitched away from Alsan, not wanting him to touch her. It was a knee-jerk reaction, spur of the moment: she automatically avoided people when injured, it seemed. Probably more of that primal instinct she seemed to have in such abundance. But, either way, she didn't need assessing. It seems I'm a girl who knows how to look after herself, injury or not... she thought. Indeed, taking on two goblins face on with a weapon much too heavy for her and no element of surprise had served her pretty well- especially considering how small she was. She only hoped this arm wouldn't be too debilitating: she had no clue where she would get it healed, if magic truly was outlawed, and it could take years to heal naturally.

"I already have," she replied. "Dagger wound to the arm: it's only superficial in terms of damage, but I'll lose a lot of blood from it... and my arm is broken at the elbow and probably the shoulder too, although I think its only fractured there." She sighed. "Since you seem to have been treated a lot better than I, clothes and all, I ask that maybe you could spare some cloth and bind my arm? I don't remember how, and I'm a little short-handed anyway." Her voice was tight with pain, but somehow very calm. THe objective and practical way she faced her injury was fantastic, and the tears that glimmered unshed in her eyes had somehow been kept at bay.

Her eyes swept to the others in the group. Kaye seemed to have gotten away with not even a scratch: he apparently was a skilled warrior. Artemis too, despite his own wound, seemed to have fought very skillfully. Indeed, most of the group seemed to have done fairly well for themselves. Her main curiosity was Morgana, who she had watched during the brief skirmish. The woman fought as one who was unused to and did not care about her companions. She fought like an assassin. And she suspected- from what she had seen lingering beneath the surface of the woman- that perhaps she was not as charming as she liked to let on. Certainly, she was not a team player.

Her and Artemis, although Artemis at least seemed to care for the girl, Sadi, apparently his sister- or so she smelled. But Morgana looked out for nobody but herself. Ava automatically rebelled against such behaviour- it should be all about the group.

Sadi & Artemis

"Oh, well in that case I'm sure you will be ok, But you should be wary, Lightning tends to come up in burns a little later than fire does." She said gently, glancing over his skin and seeing a few violent red patches where the spell had struck. "Give me a moment please." she added, retreating back towards Artemis.

"He's alive, I think we should head back and tend to any wounds. Maybe we can find something to use as bandages?" She said to her brother who was eyeing the Imperial woman with curiosity. Sadi couldn't help but not like her. She seemed cold to her, a start contrast compared to her own personality. But she would not object to her being friends with Artemis if that was ever to happen. "What do you think?"

"I don't mind either way, I'm ok to carry on forwards, it's the others who might have reason to object." He answered before turning to the Breton Ava. "A suggestion if I may, we walked passed a rather large Tapestry just a moment ago, that might serve as a better source of cloth than Alsan's clothing. And we may be able to find something to use as a splint on you're arm if needed."

Alsan raised his eyebrows at her suggestion and her assessment of her own wounds, before casually moving to take his left glove off. Just as he was about to grab his left sleeve to tear it he heard Artemis' suggestion of using the tapestry. Face lighting up, Alsan nodded, picking up his glove and slipping it back in. "That is actually a splendid idea. Much more cloth to work with than my sleeves, can be cut easily to the sizes we need, and such. As for splints, that won't be needed on elbow and shoulder wounds. We just need a good sling." He explained, rising.

"I'll go back and get the tapestry. Be back in a jiffy." He proclaimed, and then sprinted off the way they had come.

Falcor & Jo

Falcor nodded as the Imperial woman walked away. Though he didn't want to wait, so he began to force himself to stand up. It felt as if he had been fighting non-stop for an hour, but then, that's what electricity will do to your muscles. He used the sword he had take off of a dead goblin to help him stand up and balance, until he was able to do it himself.

It was impressive how many good fighters there were in the group. Everyone he had seen fight, fought very well considering the circumstances. He knew that he could fight well, and he knew Jo could fight, but before now he knew nothing about everyone else. Morgana, if he remembered her name right, seemed to almost enjoy killing the goblins. It was slightly disturbing. After thinking about it though, he could think of plenty of people that liked watching goblins die, almost every Orc he knew did. So he decided to just ignore her expression.

After glancing around the room he was suprised how many people had sustained casualties. Had he been paying attention he probably would have come away from this clean. Then he noticed over in the corner was a Khajiit with glowing white fur that had been greatly dampened by his red blood; Jo.

"What happened to you?" He heard Jo ask.
"Wasn't paying attention." Falcor said blandly.
"Idiot, you were talking weren't you? Don't you know never to take your mind away from the battle until you are certain everything is dead?" The Khajiit stated as if talking to a child.
"What happened to you?" He asked looking over the arrow in his shoulder.
"I was talking..." At this, Falcor had to laugh.

Jo looked down at his shoulder wound before grabbing the arrow he had used to kill the goblin beside him. He stuck the shaft of the arrow in his mouth so he could bite down on it. Then he grabbed the tip of the arrow, which was sticking about an inch out of the front of his shoulder. With a quick jerk he snapped the head off, biting down on the arrow shaft in pain; though not so much as a moan escaped. He had been lucky. If that head was still stuck in his body, like Artemis, it would have been hell trying to get the arrow out. Now all he needed was someone to pull it out from behind, but not yet. Not until they had wraps ready. If he did it now the blood would flow even more freely and he would probably pass out.

Falcor was able to overhear Sadi talking to Artemis, so using his sword as a cane he limped a little closer. "I don't object to going back. I'm going to be fine with a little rest, I can wait till we get to the surface for a healer. I think everyone else could use a moment to collect themselves and some bandages though." He said, watching as Aslan ran off to get some cloth from the tapestry. "Besides that, I would like to see just what kind of books our captor had back there." He remembered that they had moved so fast he didn't have any time to really look at the detailing of the room.

Morgana shrugged at Artemis' decision to pull the arrow out, despite the fact that he probably wouldn't be able to use that arm afterward. It was his call, and Morgana would willingly participate in his maiming, if that's what he wanted.

She would wait until the nobleman returned with the tapestry, though. Because Artemis would bleed. And it would be a pity to have their "leader" die.

Instead, she looked over at the Imperial who had just spoken and offered him a charming smile. "If we must rest, I think searching the library is a splendid idea. I took a look at some of the books, and found all manner of naughty subjects. Mythic Dawn, vampirism, Ayleids, Dark Brotherhood... and, of all things, the personal journal of an Archmage." She idly fingered the tip of her dagger and casually added. "You who retain all your memories can probably get more out of it than I could."

Kaye

The tall redguard headed over to where Artemis was. "I'd be careful with that arrow," he said in a low voice, glancing at Morgana. "It'd bleed, and bleed hard if you remove it." He looked around at the others. "Unless anyone else here can heal, I advise that you leave it in: perhaps even break it off at the shaft. Then it won't stick out and be an inconvenience, but neither will it let you bleed, or ruin your muscle tissue. A decent healer or even a healing specialised alchemist could probably do for that, arrowhead or no." Having said all that needed to be said, he removed himself from Artemis' presence, giving Morgana an approving nod: the woman had given sound advice.

A fuss seemed to be being made about Ava, but that was just as well: it would make them less likely to realise that she didn't need it. None of the wounds had been silver wounds, so they'd heal fast: he only hoped they treated it quickly enough that they didn't notice. He wondered that she was allowing it to happen though: unnecessary fuss was not something she usually tolerated.

And then it hit him: she'd lost her memory. She might not even know of her own condition. It was a scary thought, for if she did not know what she was, she wouldn't be able to try and control it, nor would she be able to get herself out of the way of others. And the first change was always, always the worst. And she had to do it all again.

And there was nothing he could do to help her without alerting the others to her disease, and possibly causing them to try and kill her. 'Thou shalt not suffer a lycanthrope to live' seemed to be a particularly close motto to the hearts of the inhabitants of Cyrodiil, and Kaye did not much like the chances of one little confused werefox against a load of skilled- albeit also confused- fighters.

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Avalon

Ava smiled grimly as the decision was made to tear the tapestry. "Damn it, and there I was thinking I'd managed to even the playing field a little. I find it intimidating that you are so much better dressed than I," she pouted teasingly. "You were obviously their favourite when they passed out treatment. A memory and a nice frock. Somebody 'put-out'." She winced as she manouvered her arm into a higher position, keeping it elevated. THe pain was considerable when her wrecked shoulder also had to support the weight.

Despite the fact that they were a group of strangers, and seemingly cared little for each other, they seemed to be learning much better to work as a team. For some reason, this comforted her beyond what she considered normal: everyone working together, each person doing their part and offering their knowledge and skills just seemed so right to her, in a way she couldn't really explain. It gave her something of a glowing warmth inside. She shook her head. She took saving her own life far too seriously if this pleased her so much, despite being pretty badly off in the injury department.

Alsan chuckled at Ava's remarks as he had left, though in his mind he wondered what she meant about a memory. The more he considered it as he walked over to the library entrance, the more he noticed Morgana and Sadi had also seemed a little unsure of themselves earlier on. Maybe they had lost their memory as well?

The idea of losing one's memory made Alsan shudder. It was... disturbing. He'd forget who he was... what would he act like? A vagrant? A child? If he lost all knowledge of his upbringing, what would he do? The thoughts were grim, and Alsan hated grim thoughts. Apparently it wasn't that bad considering the girls seemed to be faring rather well. Maybe even regaining their memories.

Alsan slashed out with the shortsword, taking the tapestry off the pole it hung on before wrapping it up under one arm. When he returned, he was still cheery. Laying the tapestry on the ground he placed the sword on the tip of one corner, and then dragged it diagonally. Then he brought it down to the other corner, cutting out a triangle of cloth. "If anyone else needs the cloth, just cut off a section." He announced, moving to Ava and holding the cloth by two of the corners.

"Now I'm not very good at this, but I have made a sling a few times in the past. Just hold your arm at a right angle and out a little so I can get the cloth around it." He had no idea if she already knew this sort of thing or not, so told her with all good intentions of making sure.

Avalon

Ava could assess her own wounds, but she knew nothing but the very basics of tending them. She'd never made a sling, but she knew the principals, and Alsan's advice seemed good enough. "Eurgh- thanks..." she groaned, biting back a scream as she did as he instructed. Her arm really hurt. "I'll need something tied around the cut on my arm too: the bleeding isn't getting any better." She sighed. This was all terrible. She still knew nothing about herself. Her memory had not returned, and showed no signs of doing so. Though she was learning things about her personality all the time, she had no defining experiences with which to attribute them, and it was all very strange and confusing to her. It was a frightening situation to be in, not even being secure and safe within your own mind.

"This... this is awful..." she breathed.

Falcor

Falcor glanced over at Morgana when she smiled. He offered an equally charming smile back. Just the mention of some of the books she saw and he couldn't help but be a little curious. At the mention of the personal journal of an arch-mage his smile faltered a little. She couldn't have meant Arch-mage Traven. No, she must have been reading a book that some old arch-mage had published from his journal, but still. She had piqued his interest too much to keep going now. Something else she said though made him just as curious.

"'You who retain all your memories?'" He asked, quoting her. "What do you mean by that?... Can you not remember anything?" It may have been a dumb question, but one that needed asked. There were too many things wrong with the setting they were in.

The small Breton girl didn't seem to remember the Redguard, who obviously knew her. From what he had overheard, Sadi may be suffering from what Morgana was. The eery green glow back in the cage room suggested Illusion magic, though he couldn't be certain. He wasn't a mage after all. Then Morgana claimed to have found the journal of an Arch-Mage. Even if she had only mistake the journal for that of a published one, something felt wrong about it all. One thing was certain though, when they got to the surface, he had to report all this to the nearest Legion Captain.

Artemis

"Well, I thought it would be a good idea to tear the tapestry on one of the clean tables in the library room rather than out here on the blood covered floor. Hygiene reasons you see. But Alsan's eager to help I suppose. Can you show me where this journal is?" He asked Morgana.

"It wont do any more damage than I've dealt with before." He said to the Redguard, lifting his shirt to reveal a puncture wound which was years old. "Like I said. I know what I'm doing." he as he raised his hand to the protruding arrow shaft. With his left arm, he held onto the shaft with some awkwardness, trying to avoid the protests his shoulder made as he raised his arm. And the other he placed his palm on the very end and began pushing.

The pain was excruciating, it was all he could do to stop himself screaming as he felt the arrow head slowly finish its journey out of his back, forcing the hole wider and wider, slicing a clean line in his flesh as it moved against it.

Artemis stood panting, in the few short seconds his brow had been invaded by a number of sweat beads. He tousled his own hair and wiped the sweat from his brow. His shoulder throbbed violently but he had long since learned to ignore his pain. With a quick motion he reached over his shoulder and snapped the arrow head off.

"There." He said quietly to the red guard, dropping the arrow to his feet. "All done."


"Well, I thought it would be a good idea to tear the tapestry on one of the clean tables in the library room rather than out here on the blood covered floor. Hygiene reasons you see. But Alsan's eager to help I suppose. Can you show me where this journal is?" He asked Morgana. Finding the revelation that the journal of the deceased Archmagister was in their captor's posetion quite curious. He was by no means shocked by it. He had quickly learned to avoid that particular emotion where this man was concerned.

Morgana nodded back to the Redguard. Apparently, something she had done had gained his approval. She wasn't sure what, but she'd take it. It was better than the funny looks his girlfriend had been sneaking at her, anyway.

As Falcor spoke, her smile did not fade, even while she thought a nasty Doesn't pay attention very well, does he? in his direction. "I remember a handful of images, and basic concepts like religion and basic politics. No names, places, dates, or anything equally pertinent, though. I'm not even sure my name is really Morgana."

She was surprised to find that it hurt to talk about, and that was unpleasant. She instinctually shoved her discomfort aside, hiding behind her mask of confidence.

Then, Artemis pulled his little stunt. Idiot, she thought, barely stopping herself from rolling her eyes. As he pushed at the arrow, she grabbed a corner of the tapestry and sliced off a triangle with her dagger. By the time she'd cut the last threads, the arrow was out of the idiot.

Morgana shook out the tapestry and held it out to Artemis. "Would you like me to help bandage that thing, or can you do that alone, too?" It came out sounding just a little facetious... when she was really feeling very facetious. It would sound merely overly polite, if one weren't looking for it.

OOC: Bsparrow, he only pushed the arrow head out, which was already halfway out of his shoulder. he just finished the job. the shafts still there.

Artemis

Artemis grinned an shook his head at Morgana, she didn't seem completely sincere with her emotions, he had a suspicion she was manipulative. But perhaps he was just being paranoid under the circumstances.

"If you don't mind. It's an awkward place for me to bandage." He said, pulling his shirt off so she could, revealing his scared back and abdomen. "This time. Do be gently. Wrap the bandage around the shaft at the front. Its just the back that need plugging really." He was already amazed by the amount of mobility his arm had regained just by taking the arrow head out. "But keep it tight. Then, show me this journal." He added in a whisper to the Imperial.

ooc- Ah. Didn't see that. Doesn't make too much of a difference, anyway. :shrug:

ic-

He wants to keep the shaft in, but he felt the need to force the most damaging part out? Sheesh. However, Morgana didn't ask questions. She simply smiled and did as she was instructed. Sure, the bandage would cause excruciating pain every time it put the slightest pressure on the arrow shaft... but that was his problem, not hers.

As she stood behind Artemis, tying the bandage, she said, "The journal is back at the library, but I'm no longer sure we have time to backtrack... our number one priority should be getting out of here before our generous host returns."

Falcor & Jo

Falcor nodded as Morgana spoke. It was very similiar to the the guards, monks, and mages surrounding all the murders that have been happening. Falcor just couldn't shake the feeling that there was something very deeply connected between their captor and the murders. He had to see this journal.

He was close enough to hear Artemis' whisper. Well, not all if it, but he heard 'journal' and could guess what the rest was. "I would very much like to see it as well." He added, quiet enough that only their little group could hear it. One more time he glanced over his shoulder at Jo, who was still leanining against the wall alone. He knew he would never ask for help, and probably not accept it, but he had to try. "One moment though." He said before turning and walking towards the Khajiit.

"What do you want? Advice on how to pay attention?" Jo asked as he watched the familiar Imperial approach him.
"No, I though I could help you with your archery problem." Falcor said nodding to the arrow shaft sticking out of the khajiit's back.
"Ah, yes, well... So long as you don't hold it against me, yes." Jo turned and leaned against the wall with both hands flat on it. "And make it fast..."
"You got it." Falcor said, grabbing the shaft of the arrow close to the skin, though still leaving enough that could be grabbed later.

With the flick of a wrist he snapped the flimsy arrow shaft. Jo said nothing, though he did arch his back and let out a low growl; almost in-audible. Falcor cut off a large triangle from the tapestry Aslan had brought. With speed that showed he had done this before, he made a make-shift sling that also acted somewhat as a bandage for Jo's shoulder.

"Now we continue onwards, correct?" Jo asked eagerly.
"No, there is... Something of interest in the other room I only just learned about. We can continue in a bit." Falcor stated, walking back to Morgana and Artemis.
"Every moment we waste the prey gets farther away!"

Falcor had forgotten about the masked man that Jo was obviously referring to in his excitement over the journal. Perhaps Jo and Morgana were right. The longer they wasted their time back here, the more dangerous it got. "They are probably right. We should probably get out of here. We can send the most able and least wounded first to scout out while everyone else rests and gets patched up." He suggested to everyone in the cave, though mostly to Artemis. After all, he was the one everyone was following as a leader.

Gerich finally stood up, wincing as his side stung from movement, but at least he had stopped the bleeding. He had ripped his sleeve off, and tied it around his side, had swore a little more as he did it rather clumsily, and he did the same with his other sleeve for his bleeding arm.

He walked over to the goblin he had killed, and looking at it, he couldn't believe how something so skinny had hurt him so badly. He spit on it, his anger getting the best of him. Anger formed of pain, frustration and most of all, fear. Fear of this place, and who it belonged to.

He couldn't help but watch as the apparent leader of the group began pushing an arrow through his arm, and frowned at the technique. He stood back, staying quiet, and looking around at the member's of the group, glancing at the beautiful Imperial woman every once and a while, out of pure male instinct, a couldn't help but feel... weak as he saw some people were rather uninjured and seemed quite.... joyful?

Maybe not joyful, but slightly happier then one should be in this situation.

Artemis

Artemis nodded to Falcor, he understood that if Morgana had lost her memory she wouldn't find the journal very interesting. But for Artemis and Falcor. The news that he had it was gold, perhaps something they could turn into real gold if sold to the highest bidder.

"Come on then, we can look our selves if she doesn't want to follow." He said to Falcor, gesturing Sadi over as he did. "We're just heading back to look for something Morgana found. We wont be long."

"I'm coming." She said immediately. It was not a request, it was a command. "You're not leaving me here with these people. I don't even know if they are all trust worthy yet."

"Fine." Artemis replied, sensing the approaching argument and immediately resigning to let her come.

He walked back over the bridge in the sewage room, grimacing at the stench. The room still perked Artemis' curiosity, why would the deranged lunatic of a host build a library in this place of all places? Surely a fort or perhaps an old aylied ruin would suffice? Why a sewer?

He wandered over to where Morgana was gazing at the books before he left to cross the bridge.

"It has to be here some where." He said to Falcor and Sadi as he ran his finger over the spines in the bookshelf. "It's a journal.. Look for a slim leather book if you can, I doubt it would be large and heavy for practicality reasons."

He smiled to himself as he pulled a small book out an read the title. Mixed unit tactics Vol.1.

"You might want to rift through that in case we come into any more trouble." Artemis chuckled, throwing the book to Falcor as he turned back to the shelf. The collection of tomes in the hall where immense, some where more innocent, while others.. Well others where a little more sinister.

"Commentaries Mysterium Xarxes Volume one." He muttered to himself as he pulled a purple leather bound book from the shelf. "Do you think he was involved in the Oblivion crisis Sadi?" He added in a louder tone as she approached.

"The what crisis?" She asked, her face etched with uneasy bewilderment.

"You kno- Never mind, I'll explain once we get out." he muttered, feeling a pang of guilt as he remember she had lost her memory, or most of it. As he carried on skimming his fingers over the spines of the heavy books he stopped for a moment, pausing to examine a rather bulky tome. "This book, it's made of wood."

"Really? Why." Sadi enquired, bending to have a closer look.

"I don't know, maybe it opens a hidden door." He muttered, glancing around at Falcor. "Come look at this."

Sadi

Sadi walked off to the left of Artemis while he examined the wooden book, looking through each book with increased curiosity. The Real Barenziah, The real Nerevar, The origin of the mages guild, The Amulet of Kings. They all meant nothing to her. None of them rung a bell in her mind. She found this quite disconcerting, she was hoping that a few books might jog her memory once she'd escape.

Then she finally spotted what she was looking for, she didn't know what it looked like, but it was small and thin like most journals, but more importantly. It was blood stained.

She pulled the blue velvet book from its hiding place, she imagined it was quite a beautiful journal had it not been marred by a large blood stain on the front. She flicked through the pages, careful not to dislodge any which where threatening to fall out. As she turned back through the book, she finaly spotted the name of the Owner, Hannibal Traven.


"I've Found?" She said, her voice trailing off at the sound of scraping. Artemis had apparently removed the book from the shelf and unlocked some secret room. "What is it?"

"Just a moment." He said before placing his uninjured side against the bookshelf and pushing it aside with some difficulty. Revealing a beautiful circular room, Sadi was baffled by its beauty. The flowers seemed exotic, atleast from what she could remember. The sheets of the bed where silk, spangled blue with gold stars stitched into them, the floor was made up of a brilliant mosaic which she found vaguely familiar. She walked through the threshold and gaped at the artistically carved furniture, and oak desk, dressed and cabinet. Each inlaid with gentle patterns and symbols. Her eyes ran wild around the room, until they his the ceiling which was a dome of sorts, a great amount of floral patterns carved into it.

"My god, is this his room? Artemis exclaimed, astonished by the sight. "But, its beautiful.. I -" he added, his voice trailing off weakly, obviously lost for words.

"No. It's not." she said, suddenly firm and cold. "Its not his, he is not capable of such a thing.. The things he showed me, the things he did.. This couldn't be his room."

Artemis spotted the danger immediately and took hold of her hand, leading her from the room. She was growing unsettled as she recounted the torturous memories of what she had seen down here. Unfortunately they where some of the few memories which remained in her mind.

"Lets go." he said softly, leading her towards the bridge and back into the now goblin grave yard.

Falcor

Falcor couldn't help it. When Artemis said he was going back for the book, he had to go with him. That book was the key to this place and mystery. He had to get it back to the Imperial Legion as soon as possible. In the back of his mind however a little voice slyly mentioned an alternetive to his motives. Perhaps, if he brought it back and sold it, it would be more worth while. Besides, if he sold it there would be no doubt that someone sold it to the Imperial Legion. He would get a hefty sum of money and the Legion would get their book. No, he had to bring it back himself. It was his duty.

His thoughts had been so distracting that he barely noticed that Artemis was already rifling through the books. Flacor caught the book of Mixed Unit Tactics v.1 and laughed at Artemis' comment. "No thanks, the Legion basically requires that you read it every morning, and at lunch, and before you go to bed. I could probably recite it for you." He said with a laugh, tossing the book to the floor.

He too began rummaging through the books, though much more hap-hazardly. Every book that wasn't the journal he would grab and pull of the shelf. After a few moments he heard Sadi exclaim that she had it. Before he had time to speak though, Artemis un-locked a secret room. What was it with libraries and secret rooms? This room was much different from any other secret room he had been in before though. He was about to blindly step in, mesmorized by the beauty, before Sadi seemed to have brought both he and Artemis out of the trance.

Once again they were running back across the bridge into the former goblin battleground. "Excellent, we need to get that book back to the Imperial Legion Offices in the Imperial City. That book and this place may be the key they need to solving whoever is behind these murders." He said quiet enough that only Sadi and Artemis would hear it.

Everyone seemed to be all patched up. He noticed that the foul-mouthed, and yet quiet, Imperial man had patched himself up. The man reminded him somewhat of Jo, not really social. Then again, the man may just not like anyone here enough to talk to them. He glanced over at Morgana, suprised to see she was one of the few who sustained no wounds, when he saw some scratch marks on her arms. "You alright?" He asked after walking up to her; nodding at the scratch marks. They didn't look serious, but he thought it was better to ask than to ignore.

"That can be taken care of soon, but your bones are far more important right now. I can't properly bandage the cut if every pressure breaks a bone further." Alsan told her, his voice loosing the silky smooth quality for just a moment as he became more focused, bringing the center of the triangle under Ava's arm.

"Just keep your arm still, with your other hand if you have to." He gently instructed her, bringing the inner half of the triangle up over her chest, crossing to her other side. The outer half he brought up and around the back of her neck, and with gentle reassurance in his motions lifted her head forward, and her ponytail up, both his gloved hands coming back to tie the cloth together. When he was done he pulled the knots to make sure, then leaned back on his knees, looking at the sling. Gently he moved her arm from side to side, knowing it would hurt her.

However, as he moved it the sling did not slide along the arm, and he nodded. "Good, good. That will cradle your elbow until it heals, and so long as you keep your swinging minimal -don't go running or jumping around now-" He added with a grin. "It'll keep your shoulder in place as well." He got up, going to the tapestry and cutting a strip from it. He watched Artemis, Sadi, and Falcor leave, his eyes lingering a noticeable second longer on Sadi. After the battle, something about her had begun to change. Returning to Ava with the strip of cloth, he knelt and began to tie it around her arm.

"And on your last point; clothes are merely a way of showing one's wealth, miss Ava. They show nothing of the character wearing them." He spoke with an appraising, respectful smile. "I've met many a 'common clothed' I have come to respect more than my fellow nobles."

Gerich watched as the noble looking man made a sling for the woman who had broke her arm. His attention wasn't fully on them as he stared almost right through them, his thoughts far away.

THe situation just seemed to unreal to him, and the fact he was injured made it almost unbelievable. He leaned against the wall, starting to cross his arms, but regretting it as pain came from his side and his arm. He swore again. He swore a lot when he was upset, or confused, or flustered. And he guessed he swore when he was afraid, because he was doing it a lot now, the swearing coming from all of those reason.

He was upset for obvious reason's as bleeding heavily from the side usually upset people. He was certainly confused, as he had no idea where he was, how he got here, and who did it. And of course, though he didn't want to admit it, he was certainly afraid Who wouldn't be afraid in this situation. They had no idea what lay ahead, though he thought they'd be lucky if Goblin's were the worst they encountered, but he didn't think they'd get so lucky.

Some seemed to want a piece of whoever did this, but Gerich certainly didn't. They had no idea who it was, and how powerful they were, though one had to guess whoever did this had a certain amount of power. Yet, some people seemed cheerful enough, chatting lightly, though the tone seemed to become a little darker suddenly, as other's returned from another room.

He found himself wishing he had a drink. To loose himself in the deep confines of the bottle for an entire night... would be perfect right now. He perked his head up a little, looking over at the supplies the Goblin's had. Perhaps... he thought, not entirely sure if Goblin's drank alcohol, but Gerich figured it was worth a look, especially since he wasn't talking to anybody.

Avalon

"I can't judge, because I don't remember anything about my past. I was just commenting on how you've managed to be left fully dressed, while I've been shoved in prison rags. A lot of us seem to have been, actually." SHe shrugged, and her expression darkened considerably. "There's not much point lecturing me: I remember nothing. I am nothing. I don't know if I'm a 'commoner' or a noble. I don't know if I'm rich or poor, or what I do or a living, or how I learned to jump so far or fight like a wild animal. I don't even recognise the name you're calling me: it was given to me by that redguard, Kaye, who supposedly is my boyfriend. But I wouldn't know: I don't remember him. I don't remember anything." She blinked and looked away, not wanting him to see the emotion that was rising up within her.

She got to her feet, less smoothly than perhaps she usually would have done, due to her injuries. "I'm going to go and poke around that room," Ava said. Her head was bowed, her expression shadowed. "I want to learn something. I hate not knowing anything." She headed back into the previous room, her heart tight with the pain she had allowed herself to recognise. SHe didn't know who she was.

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OOC: I'd like to smell this right, so give me a shout if I get it wrong, and tell me what I should smell. Also, I'm curious as to when this will get freeform. This is good character-interaction time, but I don't always want to be wandering around the prison without gear.

Kaye

Kaye followed Artemis in immediately. His eyes wept the room, and almost unnoticably, he sniffed the air. Kaye was no good at finding clues- or interpreting them. He was only good at finding scents and following them. All that cloak-and-dagger stuff had always been Ava's area of expterise. In fact, a lot of stealthy stuff had been her area of expertise. It was why she was prized so highly by the Thieves' Guild. She wasn't just another thief or pickpocket. She was an ambassador and spy for their kind.

"... maybe it opens a hidden door," said Artemis. Kaye struggled with the idea of such a thing. It seemed unnecessarily corny- or perhaps the sort of thing Ava would tease him about.

Heading for the bookshelf, he sniffed that too. The scent was all over the wooden book Artemis had pointed out. And interestingly, the scent continued behind the shelf. There was certainly something to this hidden door theory. "I think it might well be a hidden door," he said gruffly. "I wouldn't know how to work one, though, so go right ahead and have a look."

Morgana spent the time while some others headed back to the library searching through the bodies of the goblins. She gathered all the weapons into a pile in the center.

A couple of the goblins had pouches and sacks, and Morgana helped herself to one, belting her ratty linens with a hemp cord found on one of the bodies, and hanging a cloth pouch off her left hip (the dagger slid into place at her right, even without a sheathe). While she had that, she also liberated a handful of coins from the dead creatures.

By the time the others came back, there was a considerable pile of weapons in the middle of the room. She had also stockpiled whatever scraps of edible food they had on them... they had no idea how much longer they'd be down here, so it wouldn't hurt. Any money she had found, she'd pocketed.

When Falcor saw her scratches and asked if she was all right, Morgana glanced down at her hands and flexed them. Then, she smiled gratefully at Falcor (she didn't really care, but her smiles seemed to generate beneficial effects). "I do believe I am. I may want to invest in a Cure Disease potion, but it's nothing to worry about at the moment."