Thread: The Fifty Years' War (FFT RP)

Damen would see to it that Grimhilt would get treatment for her injuries they had been significant enough that it rendered her unconscious, but she would live if they were treated for immediately. The blond acolyte hoped that his assistance towards her would get her back on her feet in no time, but... he really didn't know, to be absolutely sure. He was a squire, not a medical unit, so recovery wasn't his practice... though, perhaps before he would set out, maybe he could ask one of the others who did practice in medicine to teach him the basics in it. The apprentice truly did not wish for a repeat here out in the field, for there were not an army that would aid them besides their own selves. It would seem that Wiegraf's sister, Milleuda headed to see to her apprentice's recovery as well, but in this war, there was no time to wait for complete recoveries if trying to regain ground. That was the rule of the war one must advance to keep the edge, else they would lose what they strode for. Listening to the squire boast about their victory, Damen would nod. If it had not been for the main force that marched through the back, though... we'd have lost due to the sheer numbers within the fort. We were lucky a majority of the Order of the Northern Sky arrived when they did. Damen pointed out, nodding as he did. As for an introduction, I'm Damen Cortrova, the only son of Alexander Cortrova. An apprentice such as yourselves, gifted in a small handful of enchantment spells should your blades need the added power, you need only stand by me in battle. As Damen said his introduction, he placed a gloved hand to chest, and gave a polite bow to the others. Certainly well-mannered, even when he was trained for combat. He did turn to face the woman, whom was speaking in a very odd manner, and the very one that had her moogle companion taken from her. She certainly seemed lost, but the way she was ending her sentences... Damen had read about it before, how moogles always ended their sentences with 'kupo'. The word itself had no meaning, at least to humans, though it set the moogles apart for humans indeed, the species was unheard of, believed to have all but vanished. Her manner of speech is definitely peculiar if I could guess, the moogle that the knight took may have been at least one of the ones to have raised her, for only moogles end their sentences with 'kupo'. I read it from a text somewhere... Damen spoke to the archer that stepped in late, but aided them significantly nonetheless with his bio-infused arrows, before he would turn to the blonde woman. Are you... not concerned that your moogle-friend was just... Mog-napped, pardon the poor pun? Damen had brought Grimhilt down from the wall, however, so he didn't see precisely the direction the knight ran off with them. Wiegraf did remain, though surely such matters was not vital towards him, surely. Mayhaps he headed off to speak with the other generals, and sure enough, Damen would approach the slain monk that Piero fended off she seemed to have commanded the group that ambushed them, for he read that unarmed monks hit harder than sword-wielding knights at times, so long as they have brave hearts. Checking in the pockets of her gi, however, he couldn't find anything, no information whatsoever... This really left them in a standstill of sorts, but Damen didn't wish to leave the woman without her companion for all he knew, that moogle may have some kind of information that can help them. They seemed to be here before the Ordallians made this their settlement, so he can assume they had an idea of where they came from. Such information may be obtained if they rescue the moogle... alas, it was a poor decision to not even watch where the kidnapper ran off to. Damen could only pray that Wiegraf had watched after all, his mentor never attacked the knight when they captured the moogle, so he must have his reasons to have done so. For now, it seemed to be a recollection period of the current situation.